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DOMINANCE AND SUMBISSION

Dean's POV

Carry on, you will always remember.

Carry on, nothing equals the splendor.

Now, your life's no longer empty.

Surely Heaven awaits you!

Carry on my wayward son…

Somewhere an alarm clock, tuned to 91.3 AM Classic Rock, screamed that it was time to wake up, but with storm clouds rolling in outside, it hardly felt like morning. The day before a hunt was always the most exciting for me. There were nights when I couldn't sleep at all, opting for the motel's generic lotion and Sammy's computer as a form of entertainment to help me pass the hours until sunrise. Fighting wasn't like some pansy extreme sport, separated by rounds and bells and requiring ample amounts of rest. Hunting was something that I could do in my sleep, and seeing as how I didn't need any to do so, I'd greet the sun and Sam with heavy enthusiasm, ready to kill some evil sons of bitches and hit the road. Nothing special. Just another day at the office. But the morning after a hit made hangovers seem like a walk in the park.

That morning, there were scratches running along my shoulders, disappearing down my back. Purple bruises sat upon my chest, and though there were no mirrors around, I could make out the distinct beginnings of a scar forming on my lip. Only, unlike the usual slit, this cut was broken, almost like teeth marks. "What the he…hey Sammy, turn that off, will ya?" My eyes shut tightly as I waited for the throb of a post-hunting headache.

That was the thing about hunters: we were tough, made with a thicker type of skin than the average civilian, and could take a beating better than a prize fighter. I'd been knocked on my ass so many times, I was damn near immune to it. Not that it didn't hurt like hell, but hunters were hard to kill. Which was why I wasn't worried about the migraines. Concussions were just a small price to pay in all that toughness, and I had found that the sooner they came, the sooner I could drown the throbbing with a bottle of Jack and a couple of aspirin. But the throbbing never came.

there'll be peace when you are done.

Lay your weary head to rest.

Don't you cry no more.

"Sammy! Turn that shit off!" Where the hell, is he? I wondered while swiping at a nearby desk to hit the alarm's snooze button. It wasn't there. The music continued, forcing me to roll over, slowly and painfully, to check under the motel's bed in search of the sound. That's when it all came back to me: the fight, sharing the family secret, the scratching, the biting, the fact that Sammy was gone and I hadn't hunted in over five months, and Green Eyes who was currently…"Hey where the hell do you think you're going?" She stopped dead in her tracks, neither turning around to face me nor continuing to tip toe toward the door.

"Downstairs to begin my walk of shame in front of all your co-workers," she laughed nervously and reached for the door handle. For a second, all I could do was stare at her, dressed in tight fitting jeans cupping her ass while she tried—and failed miserably— to cover her tits with the rest of her clothes, shoes caught somewhere inside of that messy pile. I could definitely get used to seeing that every morning, I thought, resting my hands behind my head and smirking at the sight, until realization dawned on me. She was trying to pull a hit and run! "So, so that's it?" Suddenly my throat went dry and raspy. "I spill my freakin' guts to you last night like twelve year old girl, and you what? Give me a roll in the sack, and take off?" She looked back at the dark, dirty room with the yellow curtains that she'd obviously been too ashamed to open. Like I was some two cent whore that she picked up off of a street corner and wanted to ditch as quickly as possible. "You'd might as well just leave a tip on the nightstand!" Her arms dropped to her sides in defeat as she turned around to face me, completely forgetting that she was naked above the waist.

Or not, considering that the next thing she did was cross her arms in front of her chest again, "You know it's not like that," she quietly replied, looking everywhere but at me, "It's just that…I never meant for this to happen," she was having a hard time getting her words out, but at that moment, I couldn't feel sympathy for her stuttering. All I felt at that moment was pissed off.

"Hey, I didn't ask you to come over last night. You did that all on your own, so don't put the blame on me!" Now she looked up, forcing her eyes to meet mine, and from the way that they narrowed into slits, I could tell that she wasn't too happy about the situation either. The question I had trouble with, though, was why I was acting like such a pissy little chick. How many broads have you left lying in bed during the middle of the night? That little voice, a growing conscious in the back of my head that just wouldn't shut the hell up, played Devil's Advocate with my equally growing temper. But this time, anger won out. Green Eyes wasn't getting the best of me.

"I'm not blaming anyone," she walked over to the bed and sat down beside me, "I'm just…well what did you expect? You had to have known that this," she motioned between the two of us, "wouldn't be a good idea. That I couldn't stay and cook you breakfast."

Any other time, this thought would have been out of the question. My job was to get in and get on to the next town. So, I treated everything with the same sentiment. That way, there were no feelings involved, no one got hurt, and everyone had a good time. I didn't like how this wasn't one of those times, but I knew that I had had enough of this conversation for one day. Actually, this conversation was too much for one year, especially considering that the mention of breakfast had reminded me that I hadn't had any. I was starving. "No one's stopping you from leaving. The door's right there. And don't let it hit you on the way out," she smirked and grabbed my arm before I could grab my pants from the floor.

"You know," she challenged, "for someone who was so opposed to letting me into your apartment last night, you sure do seem really reluctant to see me leave it. Care to explain?" her eyelashes were batting in a heavily exaggerated way, and I was really starting to regret not letting her leave. Since when had I turned into such a whiney bitch?

"Well you don't have to make a goddamn federal case out of it or anything, Green Eyes. And don't get cocky either, because I was just doing you a favor. I have to get ready for work anyway." She bit back a small laugh that shook her rack up against my arm. Then becoming self-conscious about being her only being half dressed, she turned red and tucked a few stray curs behind her ear.

"I don't buy that," she paused, becoming apologetic, "I didn't mean to make you feel cheap, Dean, but it's not every day that I find myself at some guy's apartment at 8:00 in the morning. Plus, I told Stefan that I would help him with something and it's going to take me all day to get ready for it." Downstairs, Mitch was getting ready for the day by doing all of the jobs that I should have taken care of by now: opening the garage door, switching on the "OPEN" sign by the customers' entrance, and tallying the money in the cash register. Duties that he would clearly bitch me out for neglecting.

"Don't sweat it. Mitch's gonna kick my ass anyway for showing up late." As if on cue, Mitch banged on the door, which given how thin the walls were, the sound travelled down the hallway and met Green Eyes and me inside the stuffy bedroom.

"Sam! You'd better have a damned good reason for not opening up today, and I mean that you'd better be dead in there, or else, you can consider yourself fired." Usually, I was up and at 'em two hours before the garage opened, closing the door to this depressing ass apartment and making damn sure that it didn't open again until it was time for bed. I had become a real nine to five kind of guy. The textbook definition of "Employee of the Month." Luke on the other hand, came in if, and when, he felt like it, refused to wear a jumpsuit, and spent most of his time reading porn and asking me a million questions about my life before Mystic Falls. He was a sweet kid, but he wasn't the most reliable guy in the world. Yet, Mitch still kept him on.

"Not exactly like I can just fire the kid," Mitch would sigh, "Forbes would have both of our jewels in a knot. Real ball buster that woman," I hadn't met this Sheriff Forbes that everyone kept bitching about, but I got the feeling that she was like every other cop that I had met: strict on the small shit, while completely ignoring the real dangers in her own backyard. Still, I couldn't see Mitch carrying out his threat to fire me, since he'd never had any prior reasons to. Didn't legitimate jobs give their employees three strikes before showing them a pink slip?

"I'll/He'll be down in a minute!" Green Eyes and I yelled at the same time. When Mitch left, she turned her back to me and put on a shirt, trying further to convince me—or herself, I was starting to suspect— that it was time to leave. But outside, a nearby store sign flashed red light into the grey room, creating a slow, lazy strobe-light effect that made everything move in slow motion. I sat deeper into the bed, trying not to touch her as she hooked the black lace over her chest.

Slowly, she turned to face me, lips parted a little, leaning into the light's sexy Doppler effect. Green Eyes talked a good game, but there was no doubt in my mind that she was enjoying how much I wanted her to stay. Screw that! She wanted to stay just as badly, "It would be such a cliché, falling for you after we…after spending the night…here." She faced the door and leaned her back against my chest.

"Sappiest thing I've ever heard," I agreed, ringing my fingers around her belt loops so that I could pull her closer.

"You're bad for me," she said between deep breaths.

"A father's worst nightmare," I agreed again, not caring that Mitch was back at the door, threatening to set it on fire.

"Mmmmmmm," her body went completely limp once I'd managed to find a certain spot on her neck, and finally, she gave in. Green Eyes, demure as she seemed, was wild. When I saw her at the Mystic Grill two month ago, my first thought had been of Cassie. How taking Green Eyes home would be the goodbye that Cassie and I deserved. After all, both women struck me as the type who would regret all of this in the morning, but I was wrong. Cassie didn't regret anything. She was soft and believed in all of that romantic shit. I wanted to give her what she wanted. Wanted to believe that slow and sexy with her was better than fast and hot with some bar skank, even though I'd never admit it. Green Eyes, on the other hand, was different. She had lots of regrets, one of those being last night. I knew that she didn't want to go there again. Hell, I didn't want to go there again. One Cassie was enough. But Green Eyes wasn't Cassie, and she didn't regret us because she didn't want it. She was Bonnie, and she regretted us because when we were together, she didn't want anything else. I didn't want to screw her life up with another mistake that she couldn't take back.

But four hours later, as she kissed me in front of the garage's entrance, slower this time, all she did was smile sadly at me and sigh, "You're going to be the death of me, Dean Winchester."

"Not a bad way to go out if you ask me," I winked at her as she cut her eyes and squeezed my hands. Luke, Mitch, and a couple of customers stared at her ass as she walked away from Mitch's Motors.

"Hey! Hey what the hell is everybody staring at? Get back to work! Now!" This was why I didn't like all of this public display bull. Now, everyone wanted to get all touchy-feely.

"It's about damn time!" Mitch snapped out of his trance and muttered on his way back to the office. I wondered what he meant by that statement. It's about damn time? "I see the way you lust after that girl when you two play cards after hours," he must have noted my surprise, because he explained, "Sometimes I forget my keys and have to come back for them. You're like a Rottweiler in heat," he laughed like this was the funniest joke ever, "Just be careful, she only just turned eighteen. And her dad's the protective type." Tell me something I don't know.

Work was slow, filled with constant questions from Luke that I tried my best to dodge. But after his, "So, how was she? Wild? I bet she was wild? The quiet ones always are!" I dedicated the rest of the day to cleaning out the storage area in the shop's basement. The day had, for the most part, just begun, yet I was already exhausted. Not to mention the fact that I was still waiting on a phone call from Bobby. We had a deal, I would do all of the leg work: getting acquainted with locals, visiting historic places, via What's-Her-Name from Lockwood University— who just couldn't help showing me Fell's Church, the Falls, and a tomb where twenty-seven vampires were supposedly trapped over a hundred years ago—, while Bobby dug up dad's book and did some research on vampire species. But that deal had been made days ago, back when I had been hunting out of necessity. Now, it was still just as necessary, but I found myself wanting to hunt so that I'd be granted a distraction. That's where she came in. They always say, "Be careful what you wish for."

She sat on a couple of boxes in the corner; her long legs crossed and uncrossed in front of me, narrowly missing the wrench that I'd just thrown in frustration at not being able to clear my head. "My, my, my, what a temper you have. She must have really gotten under your skin," the brunette licked her lips and stared beneath her eyelashes. I had guessed that this was how she got Leather Jacket and Eyebrows off, but it did nothing for me.

"Alana, was it?" she sneered at the name.

"I think you mean Elena," she twisted her lips into a dangerous smile, "and no. Why as for Second Best, when the original's So. Much. Better?" So this was the bitch that had everyone so upset? I wasn't sure exactly what she was capable of, but the one thing that I was absolutely sure of was that she was screwing with the wrong person.

"You must be Corpse Bride?" There was nothing in the dark basement that could be used as a weapon, unless vampires grew a sudden allergy to cardboard and dust, but that didn't stop me from looking around the room just in case. In the mean time, the brunette took my distraction as an advantage and pinned me against the wall. Her eyes were sandwiched between long red veins. She was a strong broad, I would give her that, but if she wanted a bite, she was going to have to suck down a lot more than blood. Vervain was just one of the many things that Green Eyes had given me this morning.

After a couple seconds, the vampire relaxed her grip on my arm and sighed, "Sadly, not yet, but now that you mention it, that is kinda the reason for my visit," I stared into her cold dead eyes, imagining how it would feel to have her head rolling around between my feet, "They say that you're the man to see if I want to make a deal?" Two dark red fingernails reached up to touch the bite mark on my lip just before I moved my head away.

"How do you know about that?" Being this close to her was like sleeping in a coffin, and trust me, I knew how suffocating lying six feet deep in a pine box could be. This was worse. She even smelled like Death.

But obviously, no one had ever told her this, because she pressed herself even closer and whispered, "You're not the only one who's been doing research. Dean Winchester," she began to tick away the facts of my life with her fingers, "Eldest son of hunters Mary Campbell and John Winchester, and not so bad on the eyes. Although, personally, I think your brother Sam is the hotter of the two," This bitch was either counting on patience that I didn't have, or she was just bat shit crazy. However, no matter what the motive, Sammy was off limits, and I could wait to take her out.

"Is that so?" we circled each other, while I grabbed some spray paint and a lighter. Not the best weapon, but it was the best I could come up with under such short notice. I just hoped that she didn't see my hands working as we paced around. Unfortunately, she did and slammed me onto the floor.

Her hair scratched my face as she crawled on top of me, treating the side of my face like her own personal Popsicle. "Don't get me wrong, you're quite tasty, but as with most older brothers, you're a bit easy. I like a more challenging target. Plus, from the pictures that I found, I can tell that Sammy is quite the tease. And he's got that incredible little V thing leading right down to his…" she shivered and tipped her head back, porn star style. It took everything that I had not to snap her neck. Or at least try. "As you can guess, I have a bit of a thing for the young ones," she winked before jumping to her feet and sliding back onto the box. "Besides, you've been sinking your battle ship into that Bennett girl, and I don't like mixing breeds. Well, not breeds like that anyway,"

"Oh yeah?" I was never one to back down from a fight, but I also couldn't seem to turn down a challenge, "So what could you possibly say that would make me want to make a deal with you?" The brunette was pleased that we were finally playing her game. I could tell that this chick was used to getting her way, but someone seriously needed to tell her that this wasn't 1864 anymore.

"You and I are a lot alike," she spoke low and husky, and already this was turning into a long ass speech. "We're both lonely. Traveling the globe. Picking up little…souvenirs in every city, enduring the disdain and shame that comes with our less than virtuous reputations. When all we really want is the one that we love?" I tried to patronize her with smug expressions and eye rolls, but she continued, "Now, we've both found love in Mystic Falls, and like me, I'm sure that you will do anything to keep that someone. After all, we are nothing if not loyal, correct?" She waited in vain for an answer that was met with a question of my own.

"And you need my help how?" If my sarcasm affected her, she did a damn good job of hiding it.

"Damon, like you, is gorgeous, but unlike you, he's not as smart. Now, I've been working on a way to bring Stefan back to me, and the only thing standing between u—"

I didn't need to hear anymore, and I didn't care what she wanted. Maybe everyone else in this town was willing to babysit her feelings, but I wasn't one of them. "And what if I decide not to play by your rules. What if I kill you right here. Right now?" She bit her lip and leveled her eyes at me as if I were a child.

"You can try," her voice turned hard, "but then I will feed you my blood, kill you, and watch you drain your precious Bonnie dry!" Because Bobby hadn't called me back, I had no idea if her threat could be carried out. I knew that in order to turn me, I'd have to drink her blood. I wasn't sure if Vervain, could protect me being turned, but I couldn't take that chance and risk Green Eye's life. So I swallowed my tongue and asked her the details of the deal.

"I'll leave forever. Take my sweet, stubborn Stefan far away from Mystic Falls and never come back," she ran both hands down the side of my face, holding it in place to ensure that I heard her loud and clear, "but first…you must kill Damon."