Chapter Three: Whiskey, Beer, and Hellhounds
He had done exactly what he told Dean he was going too when he left the bunker. He went straight to the prince that his anger was really directed at at that moment. The prince hadn't expected to see his little blond when Izzy showed up and he was confused at first when he realized that the anger rolling off the smaller demon was directed at him- until Izzy said bluntly that he found out how demons like him were created. Hell was meant for demons and those souls of the damned, not humans. The only way a human like Izzy could turn the way he had was spending years in hell, mind and body being tortured and broken aggressively over those years without that human actually dying. That's why it was so rare for it to happen, demons were usually really bad at keeping the humans alive long enough to trigger the break. Which meant that this fucking prince had to have taken him when he was a little fucking kid just to have a little pet he could torture. It turned out he just happened to enjoy the way blond would scream when he finally managed to break his determined silence. Izzy was a fun toy he didn't want to kill just yet. It didn't dawn on him that keeping his tortured pet alive so long down here was going to turn him until it happened.
Of course they fought, and Izzy had tried his damndest to try and kill the fucker, but dammit he really didn't have a way to actually do that. Asmodues probably could have killed him if he really tried, but he didn't want to kill Izzy when there was still shit to be done. Izzy told him to fuck off and do his own fucking work before he was walking out, Asmodues just yelled to him to get back to work when he calmed the fuck down. It was decades ago, to just get over it.
For the next few days Izzy just took his anger out on any demon he could fucking find, but it didn't take long for it to get around that the blond was on some sort of rampage right now and to avoid him at all cost. He was going to kill you if he saw you. He hadn't come across another demon in a week now, Izzy had realized days ago that anytime he got close they were actually running like scared little bitches. It was infuriating! They were demons, for fucks sake! How about acting like it? Even when he noticed that his ridiculously loyal pup was on edge because of his attitude as of late he refused to admit the other demons might be doing the smart thing in avoiding him right now.
He needed to find a way to calm down, to burst that angry bubble he felt to let both him and Harley fucking relax for a moment. Harley especially deserved it. She had been such a good pup lately, well, always really.
So now he was drunk. Really fucking drunk. He had to practically down half the fucking liquor store to get to this oblivious and uncaring state but it was better than the alternative right now. He was sick of being so pissed and having nothing to take his anger out on like he had been doing for as long as he could remember. If the little blond had been one to personally kill humans before now, after learning what happened to himself, it was definitely not an option. He couldn't bring himself to even play with the idea. If he didn't get himself under some sort of semblance of control he was going to end up taking it out on the closest living thing… and that would have most definitely been the hellhound he adored so much. He couldn't do that to her. For Harley's sake he had to do something, and really… drowning himself in alcohol really did seem like the best and probably smartest option he had at this point.
Izzy didn't actually realize right now though that he was literally only a couple miles away from the bunker that he hadn't thought about since he left. It was dark out and the little demon was laying on a picnic table in a park. It was the first quiet place he found once the alcohol finally pushed his anger away in trade for the fuzzy, swirling feeling in his head instead, and it was a place that his Harley could run around freely and contentedly in the dark. Appease his pup and his need for silence right now, two birds with one stone. He was still taking drinks from the bottle of whiskey held in his hand though, not willing to let go of the fuzzy feeling just yet. Not anytime soon at all if he could help it.
Dean had been smart enough to not contact his brother that night after Izzy left. He did drive down to Bobby's to have a talk. Drinking demon blood wasn't right. He hated that the bitch was riding shotgun with his little brother and now apparently making him into a junkie too. Sam had brought up how he had already done several jobs with the demon to twist his arm into agreeing in the first place and a fat lot of good that did them. He claimed they were saving people but like this? He felt like he didn't know who his baby brother was any more. When he confronted him about it, everything just went to shit.
Dean in his current state wasn't too sure how long ago that was but he knew he hadn't not talked to his brother this long since picking him up when Dad went missing and he ran off to college. After the fallout with Sammy, Dean kind of said fuck it to being sidelined and never showed back up to the Roadhouse. Spending most, if not all his time, at the bunker instead if he wasn't out on a hunt. Though most of his time he spent hammered. He was pretty sure his liver was crying uncle somewhere in his body but he didn't care. He died and came back to a Sammy he didn't recognize and that beyond shook him to the core. He was just glad they never told anyone other than Charlie where the bunker was exactly, though Bobby did track down the town a few days ago. Luckily Dean spotted him before he saw him. And even if her father wasn't doing like Dean wanted, Charlie seemed to be okay with leaving him alone. Well, she probably wasn't actually okay with it, but she hadn't messaged him in weeks now. Maybe she just gave up seeing as Dean never responded to her.
Even the angels had tried to talk to him. They had figured he'd be more open to them now with his brother off the deep end. They had been wrong. If he had been rude the last time, this time around he was just nasty to them. Cas seemed to genuinely meant well, wanted to help dean and try to help Sam if he could but that ass hole Uriel. That prick has kissed any desperate chance to hear them out.
Dean had left Baby at the bunker on his latest run, not wanting to be spotted by his fellow hunters. He was sober...ish. He could drive without getting pulled over but if he blew he'd be fucked. He pulled over in a dark park on his way back, grabbing and cracking open one of his 12 packs. He took a log drink from it and let out a loud sigh when he lowered the can. He lazily looked out at the dark playground as he tried to keep his mind just as empty. He paused when he saw a figure on one of the tables. Was that a body? No it was breathing. Was that-? That couldn't be him. What the hell was he doing here? Even in his inebriated state he hesitated before getting out of the old rust bucket. Just because he was in town didn't mean Izzy wanted to see him but he was one of the few people the hunter was willing to be around at the moment. And hell he hadn't expected to see him again, maybe in the papers with his death wish idea but there he was. He had been curious about the other male, something was off about him and he wanted to find out what.
"You know you're like a vamps favorite snack right now right? Just because you don't hunt them doesn't mean they won't hunt you," He said as he walked up to the other, still about twenty feet away though so he wouldn't startle the other.
Saying something was off about the blond that was currently laying on the table was putting it nicely. Dean had seen the strange blond take on a hoard of demons with him without any hesitation or fear, he had pulled a gun on him and Izzy didn't flinch, he got annoyed instead, and he was pretty damn socially inept when it came to just talking to him- especially since by the time Izzy walked out of the bunker the day they met even he had been aware how god damn confusing everything he had ended up saying to Dean by the time he left actually was. Dean would have to be the stupidest mother fucker on earth if he didn't think that something was off about Izzy by the end of it all.
Izzy honestly couldn't even tell you what fucking state he was in at the moment, so possibly being in close proximity to Dean at the moment never crossed his mind. Really, he hadn't actually thought about the hunter much once he was out of sight. But it would be a lie to say he didn't remember every fucking second he had spent around him even if he didn't think about it. So when he heard a voice call out in his direction, it only took a second or two for the inebriated demon to recognize that voice. If he were sober, running into this hunter randomly a second time would probably piss him off. Because how the fuck was this man finding him a second time when demons had a hard time tracking him?!
"I would totally welcome that attack right now. It would be both the last and stupidest mistake of its life, but sadly none of them are actually stupid enough to come near me," Izzy said back, realizing quickly he hadn't meant to actually say that out loud. His sober reaction to hearing Dean wouldn't have been the words that ran through his head that made him giggle, it would have been the ones that sounded angry and threatening instead. Any supernatural creature that had some heightened sense of smell wouldn't be interested in him. Sure, being in his own body still made him hold some sort of human scent, but it would be impossible not to notice the sulfuric smell of demons that mixed right along with it. He muttered some annoyed little thoughts to himself as he pushed himself to sit up, taking another long drink from the bottle in his hand before he finally looked to where he heard Dean's voice, "How the actual fuck have you just showed up again? Once, weird. Twice, suspicious. Are you secretly a tracker? Can hell turn humans into trackers now? Noooo… that… would not make any sense would it? Huh…"
Dean let out an audible snort when Izzy said he'd welcome it but they're too chicken shit. The others boasting didn't really bother him because from what he saw Izzy could do and could easily back up anything he said. You have to have balls of steal to not flinch with a gun in your face. He just rose a brow silently when Izzy sat up and took a long pull from his bottle. Guess his plans fell through. He didn't slow when Izzy asked him how he found him again, making a slight face when he trailed on like that. If he had been sober that would have shot off red flags but at the moment he just took the Hell comment as Izzy had heard quite a bit about him in the grapevine. "I wasn't looking for you. This is my top pick for public drunkenness," he said with a grin. He hadn't meant to find him and with everything with Sam he didn't give the uncomfortably attractive male much thought. "Seems like your plan didn't go as hoped," he said before finishing off his beer and wishing he had grabbed the case when he left the car. He had all but tapped into the good reserve back at the bunker and he could feel the soft edges of his sense sharpening a bit at a time. If he was sober then he'd have to figure out what to do about Sam and he was not doing that right now.
"I feel like I should be asking you that, this is twice I've found you out and alone in the middle of the night. Sure less demons but this ain't much better if we're being honest," he said, looking other over before scanning around them out of habit. He might have been piss drunk for almost a week but he was still a hunter.
Izzy looked around the park a little when Dean said this was pretty much his usual haunt. Wait? Was he close to that bunker place then? Well. At least he knew what state he was in now. He shrugged a little, "Huh... didn't realize I was even in Kansas. I really should avoid this state at the rate you keep popping up," He knew that the hunter would have no idea how strange Dean showing up in his life a second time really was for blond. As if the hunter hadn't already thrown him for a loop the first time they met, them meeting again especially so soon was just... really fucking weird. He was pretty sure he didn't like it.
He had put his bottle to his lips again again when Dean mentioned his plans falling through and couldn't help but snort back a little laugh. "Killing Asmodeus?" It was the first time he had actually said the prince's name out loud in front of the hunter, having been avoiding letting on how much he knew about the remaining princes last time but too drunk to filter himself much right now, "That went pretty much exactly like I expected it would," he said with angry little huff. He had known from the start he wouldn't actually be able to kill the prince. The resulting fight between them had been no surprise either. Nor was the fact that they both walked away from each other without much hassle. Asmodues still needed him, he knew he wasn't going to die in that room no matter how much he pissed off that particular prince. What he hadn't exactly expected was the aftermath of the whole thing. How angry he was actually going to be after confronting the prince and especially not expecting demons to start actively running from him like scared little bitches. It made taking that anger out on something impossible. Which led him here, downing half a liquor store to get that fucking angry bubble out of his head and chest for a little while. Sure, the blond obviously had anger issues before with how quick his temperament could be shifted to the wrong side, but this was the first time that he couldn't control that anger or calm himself down. He really didn't like that out of control feeling the anger was starting to give him before he raided that store.
He rolled his eyes at the hunter when he tried telling the blond that this wasn't much better than the ambush. Fuck how he actually wished that was true. "First of all, I work alone, so that part really shouldn't surprise you this time. And B, this is actually probably the safest I've ever been," and how much that fact annoyed him was clear in his tone. "Don't bother, no ones going to fucking show up anytime soon. They're too busy actively running away from me right now." Who knew that hell was actually full of pansy ass little bitches now. Had he killed all the ones with any balls already?
"I take it your brother is still off with Ruby being the reason you're showing up in the middle of the night to drink in a park?" Izzy pushed the subject off him for now. Talking about the other demons was bringing back the angry bubble that he was desperately drowning out right now. "I told you, fucking skank turned him into a junkie and he's playing right into her lying claws. Tell me, does he really think he's saving people with her at his side? Can he really not tell that she's using him?" Izzy knew so much more about her than he had let on the first time. He knew about the psychic powers. Knew why Ruby wanted to keep strengthening those powers. Knew every fucking detail of her plan. But as long as he was unwilling to kill the hunter to get to her as well, he couldn't do much to stop her. Besides, at this moment in time, he was pretty damn sure she'd jump ship the second he showed up like everyone else was, so there was really nothing he could do about the bitch at this moment.
Dean had taken a bit to look into the princes of hell so he had a vague idea who he was talking about. Really vague. His face soured when Izzy asked him about his brother and that demon bitch. He was perfectly fine with chatting about this prince of hell but damnit he had been avoiding thinking about Sammy. He sighed when Izzy went on about Ruby and his brother. "Yea well he's an idiot," he grumbled, sitting hard on the built in bench. "He thinks he's using her to help people but it's gone beyond drinking the kool aid," he said angrily.
Dean admitting that his brother was an idiot really didn't help that situation at all. He only just stopped himself from telling Dean that he should probably just let him go then, because Ruby wasn't an idiot. She was frustratingly smart actually. She wasn't still alive because she would actually be able to fight the blond off. She was still alive because unlike most of the demons that ended up on Izzy's list she could actually put two brain cells together. It was her fucking smarts that put her on Izzy's radar to begin with and it was how she was still alive as well. Sam wasn't the first human that Ruby had tried this on. Knowing that for some stupid reason the leathel blond actually avoided killing humans she liked to keep close to one. Unfortunately, Sam had been the one she was looking for. And it worked way to fucking well for her. Dagon had her minions working on breaking the 66 seals, but currently… Ruby was one of two people on earth that actually knew what the final seal was. And Izzy had not given her that bit of info. She had figured it out not long after Izzy did. "He's an idiot and unfortunately she's really not. Fucking match made in hell," Izzy finally said after a few moments. He looked over at Dean again before he put the bottle he was drinking from in front of him.
Izzy shifted a bit from his spot on the table to lean over the side, reaching for one of the other bottles he had dropped there when he decided this was as good a place as any to keep drinking right now. The short skirt the blond was wearing did very little to hide anything from view when he leaned over, a side effect of his preferred clothing that he had never actually realized before. He was oblivious to the fact that it probably looked like he was trying to get Dean to look at him since the man was right next to him, but that thought had never crossed the socially inept demon's mind. He twisted the cap off the new bottle as he sat upright again and took a drink from it. "Hey. Where'd you get that shit I had at your…" he waved his hand, trying to remember in his drunkenness what Dean had called it,, "Bat-free batcave?" He said, cursing himself for forgetting the word bunker at the moment but remembering the damn thing Dean had called it. "That tasted so much better than this shit." He was clearly changing the subject again. He wasn't a hundred percent sure why, but talking about what was bothering the hunter next to him was bugging him too.
Dean snorted when Izzy said it was a match made in hell. He pretty much hit it on the nose with that. A match made in Hell and they were going to take the whole world with them. Deep down he knew he would eventually pull his shit together and stab that bitch. His eyes focused on the bottle that was in front of him, a small smile on his lips as he took it into his hands. "Thanks," he said before taking a swig, wincing a little at the pull. He looked over at him when Izzy leaned for another bottle, getting a full view of the other. It probably took his mind way too long to realise what he was looking at and his head snapped forward and he took a longer pull from the bottle. Maybe he should have kept driving.
"Hm?" he glanced back quickly when Izzy asked him that, his eyes not really staying in one spot as they shifted. "The Bunker," he corrected him with a small nod. "That was aged whisky, this is cheap fireball," he said with a slight laugh but was grateful for the topic change. "I was actually on my way back from a booze run," he said, motioning to his truck that looked like it was from the 1940's with the open bottle in his hand.
Bunker. Right Whatever. When he had been corrected he rolled his eyes, he didn't actually give a shit about what the hunter called that place. He just didn't want to talk about Ruby anymore. "This was also the strongest shit in that place," he said, not actually having any clue where that place was in proximity to them at the moment or what it was actually called. "Didn't really give a shit about price. Not like I paid for it anyways." Or any of the other many bottles that he had drank long before Dean showed up. He did look over for a second when Dean pointed to his car and Izzy couldn't help but raise a brow at him. "Your other one is sexier." He didn't know shit about cars and he wasn't really fond of being in them, but he did know that black one Dean was driving last time was much more pleasing to the eyes.
He leaned back on one of his hands as he took another long drink from his bottle, honestly not caring right now that drinking the way he was in front of the hunter was going to be another one of those things to add to the growing list of shit about Izzy that didn't make any sense. No one his size or as young as he looked should be able to drink like this and still be functional in any way. He crossed one of his legs over the other, his skirt instantly slipping back and revealing more pale skin to the hunter. "If you were on your way back home why did you stop here?" He asked after a moment or so, his eyes closing as his head tilted back, enjoying the way the fuzz in his head had once again squashed the growing anger rising in his chest from thinking about the bitch demon. He didn't actually know what to say to Dean and would have been fine just sitting here in silence, but he kept talking to the hunter so there was less of a chance for the human to bring something up that was going to bring back the anger again.
Dean snorted as he took another pull from the bottle when Izzy said he didn't pay for it. He didn't have a thing to say about that, he used other people's credit card info so it's not like he used any of his own money. Well besides what he had made at the Roadhouse for however long that had lasted. He grinned when the blond had said his Baby was sexier. Hell yea she was, he knew there was a reason he liked Izzy besides there being something off about him. For a bit Dean was thinking the kid had gone through some shit when he was younger and was just really not good with people. Sure the information he knew about his brother and Ruby was suspicious but not out of the question if Izzy spent more time killing demons then spending time with people. Though all the empty whisky bottles around him and the fact that Izzy wasn't dead yet suggested otherwise. What he knew is that Izzy didn't seem to want to kill him, seemed only to want to kill demons and that was something that they both had in common. Right now that was enough for him. Granted this alcohol and self pity induced state wasn't the best to be making decisions in.
"You bet your ass she is," he muttered, glancing over at him for a moment or two befrore taking another pull. He rolled a shoulder and leaned against the table when he was asked that. "Well at first it was to make sure you weren't a dead body, then it seemed like you could use some company," he said simply. Dean didn't really talk feelings but he could tell something was going on with the messed up blond and sometimes not being alone and talking about absolutely nothing can be good every once and awhile. "Drinking alone in a park isn't something someone does when things are awesome," he pointed out to him, trying to keep his eyes on his face and not his much closer legs.
Honestly, Izzy was just waiting for the hunter to start asking questions about him. There was absolutely nothing normal about the pretty little blond sitting on the table near him, and yet here this hunter was who as far as Izzy had heard was the shoot first and ask questions later type, sitting and talking to him like Izzy being just another hunter was an actual possibility. "Has something about me given you the impression that I ever need some sort of company?" Izzy asked with a little raise of his brow.
Izzy rolled his eyes at the hunter and shook his head at him. He wasn't exactly one to drink alone in the park, sure. But he had to do something. And this was working. "I'm starting to become pretty damn sure that my life hasn't ever actually been something normal so why would this now be different?" He laughed a little and shook his head, curls falling over his shoulder and hiding half his face from view, which was probably a good thing since his eyes flashed fully coloured in his annoyance as he thought about it. "I'm fine, Dean-o. I figure if I stay drunk until the demons stop running away like babies because 'The damn blond is going on some rampage' then everything will go back to normal. Well, except for the Asmodeus shit, that's not fixing itself."
Dean rolled his eyes when Izzy asked him that, not fazed by the other males antisocialness. Honestly having said the same to others himself. He leaned back against the table where he sat as he took another pull as the other spoke, letting out a small snort at the end. "Yea I doubt princes of hell fix themselves," he said with a small laugh. "They don't sound like big fans," he added with the shake of his head. He let out a loud sigh as he closed his eyes as he leaned his head back, his free arm resting on the table top near where izzy was. "The world is going to hell and we're just along for the ride," he said as he felt his pocket vibrate. He glanced at the number before just chucking the little plastic device into the darkness of the park. He might have answered his brother's call if he hadn't ran into Izzy tonight, he felt like he had much better company right now.
Izzy chuckled a bit to himself when Dean said all that about the princes of hell. It was funnier to him knowing that Dean's thoughts on what Izzy's feelings and relationships with the last two remaining princes was likely so far off from the truth. "Well Dagon definitely isn't a fan, but she's no big fan of yours either. We're pretty much one and two on the top of that cunts hit list," he didn't mention Asmodeus this time though, Dean didn't need to know what the issues between him and that specific prince actually were.
Izzy took another long drag of the bottle in his hand before he was looking at Dean again, noticing that the hunter was avoiding looking at him so much anymore. Dammit if this man was going to force his company on the demon than he better damn well pay attention to him. He would deny it till he was blue in the face, but actually talking to the hunter was helping him ignore the angry bubble that was hiding under his drunken buzz even better than just having the booze. He shifted on top of the table so he could crawl over a bit, his feet falling to the bench of the picnic table next to Dean. "You've been to hell, I'm sure even you can admit that the world hasn't actually hit that level of fuckedupness yet. And they've only broken about twenty seals so far, so the world has some time before hell comes up here." If the hunters damn brother wasn't such a gullible idiot and hanging on Ruby's every lying word then no one would even have to worry about it as much. Sam was the only one who could actually break the final seal after all. And right now, other than wanting to take out his anger and frustration on the demons, he didn't give two shits anymore about the job he had been given. He didn't care what side any of the demons were on. He just wanted to kill something. He was done doing what Asmodues told him too. If Lucifer gets out… then he just didn't care anymore. Okay, maybe he cared a little. Lucifer getting out would suck. But he couldn't make himself focus on that right now.
He shifted a little next to Dean, his legs crossing like before so his skirt slid up high enough on his hips that it was just barely covering his panties from view.
He snorted again when Izzy said they were at the top of a hit list. No shit, he was sure he has been on a few of them since before his time down below. He glanced up at him when he heard him shifting on the table, watching him shift and sit next to him. His eyes went down, they lingered longer than earlier before he forced his eyes somewhere else. More whiskey, yea that was a great idea, the perfect distraction. The little voice that had been screaming to just get back into the truck was easily drowned out by his heart beat picking up. Why the hell did he have to wear such little clothing damnit? It took him a second or two to remember what they were talking about.
"Sometimes I question it," he said, letting this bitterness show to hide how distracted he was getting. "Sometimes I just want to sit back and let someone else handle it. Deal with all the bullshit," he admitted to the other. "But this is what I know and I'm good at it," he said, looking over at him with a grin.
Izzy did catch the way Dean's eyes raked over him and lingered on his bare skin that had been covered by his skirt a second ago. Sure, not a whole lot of his legs were covered by the short black fabric in the first place, but Dean checking him out like that now… it gave the little demon an idea. Especially with the way their conversation was going. Izzy knew a helluva lot more about what was going on than Dean did and he really didn't feel like letting on about more of it. It was going to make the hunter more curious and suspicious about him than he already had to be.
"Well, you do seem to be trying to forget about this bullshit right now…" Izzy pointed out, looking at Dean with a little smirk falling over his lips that weren't so glossy anymore thanks to many bottles of liquor his lips had touched by now. "Yanno… I think I have a better and even more fun way of distracting us from our shit right now…" he said as he set the bottle he was holding next to him on the table. He moved quickly, probably not quite as gracefully as he was without copious amounts of alcohol in his system, but he still was moving to the bench before explaining anything to Dean and sliding himself to settle in the hunters lap with his knees on either side of him to straddle his hips. "You're hot, Dean Winchester," he said, his mismatched eyes that he had been born with shining mischievously noticeable even behind the drunken glaze, "And we both know I am too. So enough of the talking, these conversations aren't exactly fun… so why not play instead, hm?"
"Hell, I'd like to forget everything," he muttered mostly to himself, rubbing at his eyes a bit so he didn't see the smirk on the others face. He didn't see him coming but he was very aware of the sudden weight on his lap. His eyes snapped open at his name being said, looking back up at the other. The look on his face made Dean swallow a little bit, his back straightening as he leaned back a little. Noooo nonono playing would NOT be a good idea! Sure Izzy was hot but he was a guy. His drunken lebido was all for this plan though with the hot blond, seemingly it had forgotten about his penis. "Aaahh," he managed out, his eyes widened and darting with panic. He had to set the bottle down and had gone to almost grab at the others arms but kind of just flailed drunkenly a bit. "Hmm, sounds fun but uhh… you're a guy," he finally managed out while his alcohol marinated brain shorted out in his skull.
"Very good, Winchester. But even knowing that hasn't stopped you from looking at me. I may not be good with others, but I do know that look very well," Izzy said softly, shifting against Dean's hips a little to roll them together in the smallest friction. One of his hands reached up to drag through the hunters short hair, tugging at the short locks to tilt the dirty blonds head back. He leaned in close to the other, warm breath on his neck for a moment or so before his tongue darted out and licked a stripe from the crook of his neck to his ear where he nipped at the soft skin there. "You said yourself it sounds fun, and it's highly unlikely you'll ever actually see me again," he pointed out, blowing warm air on the wet patch of skin on Dean's neck.
His free hand scratched at the back of the hunters neck, careful not to be too rough with his long nails and then moved down his shoulders and back as well. "You wanna forget, I wanna forget. So why not get over that stupid homophobia bullshit straight people tend to have and enjoy yourself," Sober Izzy would never be doing this. He was confident no matter what, sure, but he was never touchy feely or flirty. "I'm warm and tight," he rocked his hips down again, the hand not in Dean's hair running down his arm till he reached his wrist and his fingers curled around that, "And you'd be able to do whatever you wanted to me," his voice was a purr in Dean's ear, "Be as rough as you want, take out that frustration and feel so good at the same time…" he bit at his ear, a soft moan leaving his slightly parted lips, "And this is your only chance for this, you won't ever catch me willing to give up control like this again so I would really try to think about my offer if I were you."
Dean held back a noise when Izzy called him out on checking him out and rolled his hips a little like that. Dean's eyes fell closed when he felt a hand run through his hair and tug his head back like that, sucking a breath between his teeth when he felt the tongue slid along his skin. Dean was unable to stop the shudder that ran down his back, unable to stop his body from reacting to the sudden attention. It had been a minute for the hunter, lately he had been drinking alone at the bunker and not out at the bars trying to get a one night stand with the ladies. His hand found their way to the bench on one side of them and he gripped the wood so tight his knuckles almost instantly turned white as he felt Izzy's nails on his skin. He wished he could say that this was doing nothing for him, that he felt sick to his stomach and that he was going to push him off of him any second but he knew that was very unlikely at this point since he hadn't already. His head was spinning with alcohol and the others scent filled his nose.
Dean couldn't hold back a groan at those four words as the blond rolled his hips down against him again. His breath already labored as he tried to hold back, not wanting to admit how enticing the others' words were, his promises of pleasure, no strings and this fleeting chance. Son of a Bitch. His hand let go of the wood under them and grabbed at the other males leg. "Not a word," he almost growled out, feeling the last bit of resolve he had left crumble away. "I will deny anything and then shoot you," he added as he moved his hand up from his leg to his blond curls and gripped his hair. He pulled the blond down and kissed him hard. God he just didn't want to think any more, worry about anything. He wanted to forget and what Izzy was offering was that and a release. And what little part of his brain that was worrying about the mechanics of this release figured it was roughly the same, yes some parts were different but this wasn't his first time he'd done this. Normally though it was just a really kinky chick.
Izzy honestly wasn't a hundred percent sure Dean was going to take the offer the little blond in his lap was giving him. He knew men, no matter their sexuality, had a habit of looking at him. But he had never tried to break those straight men's fragile egos before and take him despite having the same parts under their clothes. Asmodues was actually the only person he had done this with before, and the thought that the prince of hell wasn't going to like that someone else was touching his blond pet like this never crossed his mind because Izzy didn't realize how much the possessive prince thought of the blond to be his damn property.
He grinned when he felt Dean's resolve give way and grab at his bare leg, glad his words and teasing had worked. He did growl a little at the threat to shoot him, no matter what he didn't always take kindly to those, but for now he decided to just let it go. Who the hell was he going to tell anyways? He was about to say something to that extent before he felt Dean's hand in his hair and was pulled into a kiss. He didn't hesitate to kiss him back and instantly he knew he was going to enjoy this more than he did with the prince. Dean tasted surprisingly good, like beer and whiskey and something that was entirely just the hunter. Smokey with some sort of spice, maybe cinnamon?
Both of his hands moved to curl themselves around the back of Dean's neck, nails lightly dragging again as he parted his lips against the humans, his tongue reaching out to mesh against Dean's when he finally felt him part as well. Yeah, letting Dean have control of the situation was hard, but he figured if he got too demanding or went too fast Dean was going to change his mind and Izzy had realized he really wanted to get laid right now, so freaking Dean out and risking him changing his mind was not his ideal scenario right now. The little demon gulped back a groan that threatened to escape into the kiss as he started to rock his hips against the others, glad that his own clothes added very little fabric between them because the friction was sending his blood south rather quickly.
Dean let out a small groan at Izzy's nails, fully tasting the other as their kiss deepened. His hand loosened in his hair as they both moved to the blonds hips as he felt him roll his hips again. He couldn't help but let out a louder moan, his own rolling back a bit. His hands slid up Izzy's sides and under his shirt, wanting to feel more skin. Deans back arched slightly to press against the other more, dragging his blunt nails down his skin as he bucked his hips up harder against Izzy's again. Damn he was good at this, felt good, tasted good. He could feel the mess of thoughts and concerns melt away to only focus on the blond in his lap. He was doing his best to not think about the growing bulge against his own and just on the friction he was making with the other male. He was out of breath when he finally pulled his lips from the others, his mouth instantly looking for skin. He softly bit the others ear lobe, tugging on it gently before nipping behind his ear. Dean wanted to get lost in him and Izzy was making it very easy with how he moved against him, with the growing want he was feeling to find out what he sounded like as well. Besides that teasing moan when Izzy was trying to convince him to play, he noticed that the blond seemed to actually be holding back any more sounds like that and it made Dean want them even more. His mouth moved down and bit at the crook of his neck before he dragged his tongue back up behind his ear.
He couldn't lie, he did like the noises that he was getting out of Dean right now with just a few teasing touches and words, with just a kiss. No sounds ever came from Asmodeus that he liked as much, that sent a little shiver down his own back. Why did he avoid physical contact with people so much? Jesus, Dean's hands on him actually felt good. When the hunter finally pulled away to breath, making Izzy silently thankful that wasn't so much an issue for himself, he shifted in his hips so he could pull off the soft white top he wore, his back arching as he did so and tossed it behind him- not caring where it landed. He could find it later. A soft moan finally escaped Izzy's parted lips for only a second or so as Dean's lips started trailing on more skin and that bite. Fuck, he liked the biting. Hell, he was a demon. He couldn't help that he liked a bit of pain with his pleasure. His hands were slipping under Dean's shirt now and he only pushed the other man's lips away from his own skin so he could tug his shirt off- telling him silently he wanted it gone as well. He didn't trust himself to talk right now, it was hard to be giving up control and letting Dean take the lead for the most part. The only person who ever had control of him before was currently on the little demons shit list to the point he would not let him have any kind of that control again. He dipped his own head when Dean finally took off his shirt so he could bite into his neck this time, long manicured nails scratching down his chest and leaving light red marks in their wake- not enough to bleed as of now though. "Fuck, Dean… you feel good…"
Dean let out a groan almost mixed with a growl when he was pushed back but his arms moved quickly to get his shirts off like the other wanted. They fell off to the side somewhere and his hands were instantly back on Izzy's own exposed skin. Dean's eyes fluttered a little when he felt the other bit at his neck, a small gasp quickly turning into another groan at his nails. His back arched up at the stinging pain, his own hands gripping Izzy's shoulders as his arms were wrapped up his back and he pulled him closer. His hips bucked up when Izzy said that, his words sending shivers down his spine and right to their grinding hips. He didn't want to admit it but he felt fucking good too. He just cursed breathlessly in response, knowing that nothing short of someone walking up on them was going to stop him now. Even then he'd probably end up just shooting at them to get them to leave and then drag Izzy to his truck to finish what they started. He moved one of his hands down, dragging his short nails down his skin as he did. He shifted his hips a little to grab his wallet out of his back pocket and set it on the bench next to them. He blindly opened it and pulled out a little shiny square that he alway kept in there just in case. He left it on the bench and grabbed at Izzy's hip again, his hand moving down the back of Izzy's skirt. He gripped the blonds ass as he rocked his hips up again against him.
He didn't need the hunter to tell him the same, he could tell- feel it in the way the other man's length was stiff against his own as their hips continued to rock against one another. Izzy had the same thought train as Dean did on the off chance someone walked into this park and tried to stop them- only Izzy's temper was worse and it would probably be a helluva lot harder to get the little demon to not actually kill whomever it was- be it human or not. Which was saying something since he has always avoided actually killing humans.
Izzy's head fell back a little as Dean's hands started to grip his hip and ass, the little demon starting to get to the point where he couldn't remember why he had been pissed off and drinking in this park to begin with. He bit at his lip a little, forcing himself to pull away from Dean after another minute or so of them grinding. Izzy was smirking at him though. He hooked a finger on each side of the soft panties he was wearing and slowly slid them off, kicking them to the side as well before he was moving back to the hunter, only this time he put his hands on the man's knees and pushed his legs apart so he could slide to his own knees in front of him. The blonds fingers dragged up Dean's clothed thighs and higher, making quick work of the belt and button on the hunter's jeans before he was pushing them down just enough to release his length from its confinement. With just another quick smirk up at Dean, the demon ducked his head and took the hunter into his mouth, sucking him deep down without a hesitation.
Dean let out a more audible growl when Izzy pulled back and got off of his lap, that clearly not being what he wanted. His exposed chest rose and fell quickly as he took the moment to try and catch his breath, his heart still racing in his chest. His eyes went down to Izzy's hands but quickly shot back up to his face when he saw what he was doing, not wanting to break out of the nice mental haze he had worked up with the other with a very distinctive fact about Izzy's anatomy he was trying to ignore. His eye brows rose some when Izzy moved to get between his legs like that, not having expected it out of the other. He lifted his hips some to help a little, his stomach twisting when he saw that smirk. A strangled gasp left his throat when Izzy took him in his mouth like that. His head fell back as he leaned against the table behind him again, hardly able to hold himself up on his elbows. "Oh fuck," he almost moaned, still trying to breath. A mouth was still a mouth and Izzy took him so quick and easy he felt like he almost forgot his own name.
Well, when your only sexual experiences were with a prince of hell, you learn a couple things differently than a human necessarily would. One, which was probably obvious to Dean right now, was to make sure that the person he was with felt good, more specifically how to do so with his mouth. His own pleasure had always taken a back seat to Asmodues' and even though he was the one who started shit with the hunter he didn't really expect that part to change. Izzy didn't actually mind doing this though, he did enjoy the reactions he got when he was using his mouth like this. And Dean's reactions were better than any he had heard or seen before. He really was enjoying the sounds that were coming out of Dean, the way he cursed in pleasure. Izzy kept this up for a bit, sucking down hard enough to take in Dean completely if he loosened his throat to suppress his gag reflex and coming back up to swirl his tongue around the tip teasingly before he took him in again- all the while his tongue pressed down hard against the large vein on the underside of his cock whenever he moved on him. His nails were dragging along Dean's skin again before he finally pulled his mouth off of him with a little pop, the curtain of long blond curls that had been hiding his face from view while he was sucking the hunter was still in the way for Dean to be able to see much of a look on Izzy's face anymore. "Tell me what you want, Dean," Izzy purred at him, his nails digging into the hunters hips some, fuck this mans body was perfect wasn't it? "May just be one night, but I'm yours to do what you want with…."
Now Dean had been far from a virgin for years and honestly had no idea how many women he's slept with. If he had tried to 'put a notch in a bed post' he probably wouldn't have much of a bed left, not usable any way. Izzy had the seasoned hunter gasping for air the whole time he had his mouth around him. Sure he hadn't been doing it for very long, probably a good thing too but damn Izzy was good at that. If he had wanted to he could have had Dean as puddy in the palm of his hand with that, much as he probably would never admit it.
Dean forced his eyes open when Izzy had let him go, still trying to get wind in his lungs. He felt a shudder run through him when Izzy asked him that, feeling his nails on his skin. God damn he just had to word it like that didn't he? Dean reached down instead of answering right away, pulling the other towards the picnic table and bench as he got up to get behind him. He grabbed the other by his hips and pulled him flush against himself, his pants and boxers having fallen to the ground. He pushed him on the bench, putting one knee on it for balance and to spread the blonds legs a little. "You." Dean answered finally into his ear, if he was honest with himself he still wanted him since he spotted him in the alley that night. Goddamn he wanted to just grab his ass, bend him over and go at it right that second but he knew that probably wasn't the best idea. He had done backdoor stuff like this before and luckily he wasn't that drunk yet. He pulled back one hand hastily stuck three fingers into his mouth for a few moments before moving his hand between them. He didn't waste any time in pushing two fingers in, his mouth biting at the back of the others shoulder.
Izzy was drunk, not something that happened often. And more- he was drunk around someone else which he couldn't remember ever actually happening before. So he had never realized before that being drunk pulled out a side of him that the little demon had never before let anyone see. This touchy-feely, flirty, tease that would have been seen by so many more people if he was a human. Any personality traits that would have been out and open if he had never turned were still there, just very, very deep down and pretty much hidden under lock and key in a box that Izzy had never even noticed was there. Looked right now like the key was copious amounts of alcohol, so… yes. Of course he had to say it that way. He was enjoying the way his ministrations and words had this new effect on the hunter he never pulled out of someone before. Truth be told, the only emotions he found he was good at pulling out of people was fear, anger, and hate. So this was fun.
Even though he had told the hunter he would give up control to him, Izzy didn't actually think that Dean was going to fully take advantage of those words. He figured that Dean was simply going to give in to whatever Izzy ended up doing… so he was actually surprised when Dean pulled him up and pushed him onto the bench. It was surprising, it was fun… it was fucking hot. "You." Fuck, the single word made Izzy bite down on his lip so a moan wouldn't escape him. As much fun as this was, as hot and everything else… he was pretty damn sure that he still didn't actually want the hunter to hear those noises coming from him. Hearing them from Dean was delicious, but dammit he didn't make sounds like that! He soothed his bitten lip with his tongue after a moment, looking over his shoulder at the hunter as their hips were pressed together again, "Fuck, Dean. Then take me." He probably didn't have to say anything though, because Dean's fingers were pressing into him only a second after the words left him and Izzy's back arched a little, forcing back the pleased noises he felt creeping up again, especially since Dean bit him again. "Fuck!" Izzy gasped, he really, really liked the biting. He pushed his hips back against Dean's fingers, not caring about the sting that came along with them. He wouldn't have cared about the pain he would have felt if Dean had indeed just taken him without a second thought. A controlled pain like that? Izzy liked it, he supposed he was probably a bit of a masochist that way. Or maybe it was just because it was all he really knew…. it wasn't like Asmodues actually took his time with Izzy.
Dean grinned against the other's skin when it was Izzy's turn to curse like that, damn it was hot. He kept his fingers moving as Izzy moved his hips back right away, adding the third not too long after. His other hand moved up from his hip and across his chest, draggin his nails back down to his hips. He tried to be patient but damnit he wanted him and he seemed to be willing if not ready. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed the condom he pulled out earlier and reluctantly pulled his hands away from the naked blond in front of him. He nipped at the back of his neck as he tore open the little packet and rolled on the rubber. One hand lined himself up while the other took his hip again. Dean held back a groan as he pushed in, taking it a little slow but not inch by inch. Fuck, he hadn't been lying when he said he was tight and warm earlier.
Izzy was glad that Dean seemed to be getting the idea that there wasn't much he could do that would hurt Izzy enough to make him want to stop. The biting was good, his nails scratching hard at his skin was just as good. He knew any marks Dean left on him wouldn't last long, which honestly was probably one of the reasons he didn't hate when they happened. The only thing that had ever left a scar or something similar was when Asmodues stabbed him with the demon killing knife, and it pissed him off to no end that he had that jagged pink scar on his hip compared to his otherwise smooth skin. He was also glad that Dean hadn't seemed to take any notice to it. Izzy's head fell down as the hunter finally pushed into him like that, the sting from being stretched like this sending a pleasurable jolt down his spine and he couldn't stop the small noise that managed to escape his lips this time before he bit down on his lip again. He hadn't fully been expecting to feel like this though, Dean was bigger than what the little blond was actually used too. In an oh so amazing way though, he felt really fucking good inside of him. Izzy let out a few staggered breaths as he pressed his hips back to Dean's, wanting more of him now. This really was the perfect way to forget everything that was infuriating him right now. "Move Dean, I'm not gonna break…" he hissed a little, slow and patient was not what he was used to and he didn't want shit to be that different right now. Not to the point where he had to think about anything else.
Dean's grin flashed across his lips again when he was able to finally pull a noise out of the blond since after he had gotten off his lap. Izzy's hissing was all he needed to do what they both wanted. One hand stayed on his hip while the other moved up his back slowly towards his hair. He moved his hips back before thrusting harder into the blond under him, picking up his pace with each thrust. His fingers curled into his long locks and he gripped some firmly at the back of his head. He pulled the others head back up and he bit at his neck again, sucking on the tender skin as he thrusted particularly hard.
Izzy honestly didn't have a clue why he tried so hard to stay quiet, he had always been this way though. So Dean actually managing to break Izzy's determined silence like that was a rare thing. The little demon was blaming the alcohol, because looking any deeper into that was just going to fuck with him. Izzy's teeth bit into his lip hard again when Dean started to move like that, the faster and harder Dean was hitting him the harder the closer he came to cutting into his own lip. Then Dean's hand gripped his hair… oh fuck! Izzy did bite hard enough to bleed this time as he felt his body heating up in a way it hadn't before and Izzy gasped out loud as the long curls were pulled to put his neck right where the hunter wanted it. With his lips parted from his gasp a louder moan was pulled from Izzy when the hunters teeth dug into his neck like that. What the hell was Dean doing to him?! When he had suggested this as a fun distraction for them he did not expect to be feeling quite like this. "Nnng, Dean," Izzy gasped again as he tightened around Dean when he was hit harder, pressing right against his sweet spot and making the demons' back arch. His hands reached behind him and gripped into Dean's short hair, needing desperately to grab onto something.
Fuck Izzy felt good, he felt so damn good. He would completely blame the alcohol but he felt like he couldn't get enough, wanting more. It was why he kept trying to keep his mouth on him, that and it kept getting more noises out of the blond, such wonderful noises. He kept up the pace the other seemed to like, shuddered as he felt him tighten around him and said his name like that. Dean groaned when he felt Izzy reach up into his own hair like that. His hand moved up from his hip and moved across Izzy's chest to pull him flush against himself more as he pulled them up right more and he thrusted harder into the other male. He dug his nails into his shoulder some as he pulled on the others hair again before Dean turned his head to kiss him hard as he kept them moving.
Oh bloody fucking hell, how was Dean making him feel so good? How was he doing this? He craved the answer but was too far lost in the way Dean was making him feel to voice anything like that. Why was Dean pulling him so close? "Fuck.." Izzy whimpered a little, pleasure and confusion lacing the word. Most importantly right now though, he was done trying to seduce Dean, so why the fuck was he letting the hunter kiss him right now? Let alone kiss him back?! Dean really did have control over Izzy right now, not just Izzy giving up his own control right now. It wasn't much longer before Dean suddenly had the little blond practically chanting his name against his lips in the smallest of voices as the hunter started dragging him closer and closer to the edge.
God hearing him say his name like that only made him move faster, his movements getting a bit more desperate. His hand falling out of his hair to grab the table in front of them to hold them both up, trying to move deeper inside him. He could feel himself getting closer and closer with how tight the other male gripped him. Dean turned his head to nip at his skin again. "Fuck Izzy… I'm close," he whispered into his skin, saying more than just a single word in a while. Dean tried to hold out as long as he could but between the drinking and the intensity of it all it soon all over took him. He came hard with a groan, spilling into the condom as his mouth bit at the crook of his neck again. His hips slowly rocking till they both were spent. The hunter was panting, eyes closed as his arm fell from around the blond but he stayed propped up on the table with the other as he shifted his hips to slip himself out not too long after.
Izzy's hands fell to the table not long after Dean's had, his long nails leaving deep scratches in the wood there. Izzy bit into his cut lip again, trying to keep his own loud groan as quiet as he could when Dean bit his neck one last time as the man came, bringing the little demon over the edge as well. Oh bloody fucking hell, nothing had ever felt that good before. Of course he liked it, how could he not? But it would be a lie to say it didn't also freak him the fuck out. He stayed where he was for another moment or so, Dean leaning over him as he closed his eyes, trying to wrap his buzzed head around everything right now. It… was not working.
The blond moved under the hunter, slipping from beneath him so he could find his clothes. "I have to go…" he muttered as he was quickly pulling back on his shirt and the like, unaware that while the scratches and little bites of the hunters had already long faded from his skin, that there was still a dark claiming-like bruise that Dean had left on his neck. He looked over his shoulder at the hunter and he flattened his skirt back down over his ass, "Might wanna head home soon, no telling what's going to start showing up once I'm outta here."
Dean grabbed his forgotten pants around his ankles, pulling them up after Izzy moved out from under him. He didn't bother to fix his pants on all the way when he sat himself down on the bench. He was still trying to catch his breath as his heart finally felt like it wasn't going to beat out of his chest. Well until Izzy spoke again and mentioned that he probably shouldn't stick around. The realization of what he did sobered him up pretty damn quick. He didn't hang around too long and not just because of the fact that something could take this opportunity to jump him. He got back to the bunker and drank till he passed out, determined to add what just happened to the growing list of things to not think about. Nope. never happened.