"I straightened my back, preparing to knock back yet another Purple Nurple, or so they were called. It was strong and I cringed as it tracked its fiery trail down my throat. I held it back with ease and practice, before my concentration was interrupted by the hot, blonde bartender. She had a small smile on her face, and it made her look flirty, and slutty.
"Never seen a man come in here and take down four of 'em in a row and still hold 'em back. Quite a feat." I chuckled, leaning my hand over the table that lay in front of me, flirting back.
"Oh, you don't know me. But you might know me a little better after your shift is over." She tossed the towel she held on the table I sat at, cocking her head. Her hair tilted into her eyes, and she gave me a smile that was definitely accepting my offer. I stood up, grabbing my jacket off of the back of the chair, preparing to leave with her when I heard a loud voice yell across the bar.
"Hey, Amber! You better not be leavin' with that guy. I told ya, you got school tomorrow." My eyes flickered to a heavy set man with a lengthy beard that sat across the bar, waving the blonde down. I jerked my chin towards him.
"Know him?"
"Step-dad. He's an ass. Always worrying about me, but we can forget about him, he won't do anything." She started to pull me toward the door, but irritation built up in me and I couldn't help veering off toward her "step-dad" and giving him a little talk. I approached him and he just lifted his chin, paying me almost no attention until I cleared my throat.
"What's your name, son?" He asked, pulling out a pen and laying his palm flat on the bartenders table in front of him, preparing to write.
"Why do you care?" I canceled the noise out around us, paying attention to him, and only him. I was aware of the girl pulling on my sleeve, trying to get me to go with her, but I paid no attention to her.
"I wanna know who my little girl is screwing around with. That's why. Got a problem with that?" Something clicked and I could feel the adrenaline pump through me, I pressed it down slightly, causing it to build up quickly.
"Well, how about you keep your stubby, little nose out of your daughters business. She can screw who she wants." The man's legs tensed and he stood. We were now nose to nose and I could hardly contain the excitement that coursed through me.
"You got a problem, son?"
"Yes I do, sir."
I pulled my arm back and slugged him hard in the gut, expecting his body to double over and beg for mercy. He stayed pretty much straight, and there was a lot of yelling around us. I ignored the people trying to throw me off of him, and him me, and gave him a sharp jab in the jaw, popping it out of place. He made a gargled howl, then barreled toward me, obviously I hit a nerve. He tackled me and I fell backwards, feeling the hands tug at my shirt. I landed hard on a shiny, thick table, which stole my breath away. I started to roll over to get up, but he crawled on top of me, restricting my movement. I pushed myself to my knees, and elbowed him somewhere, causing him to topple off of me. I got to my feet quickly and snatched a beer bottle that was only half empty out of a nearby bystanders hand, he leaned forward to try and grab it back, but thought otherwise. I turned to the flabby, hairy man that was breathing heavily through his nose, blood running between his lips and his jaw was already swollen from the dislocation. I gripped the bottle in my hand, approaching the man and kicking him savagely in the stomach. No one bothered stopping the two of us, obviously seeing me as dangerous. I kicked him again, then dropped to my knees, pressing my knee into his neck, wacking him viciously in the face with the bottle, that broke on contact, leaving shards of tainted glass on his face and the floor around it. The single hit rendered him unconscious and I stood up, satisfied with what I'd done to him. Everyone cleared out of my way and as soon as I was three feet away from the guy people rushed to his aid, trying to get him to wake up. I could hear someone calling for an ambulance, but I was looking for something and trying not to pay attention to anything else. I scanned the room full of panicked people, then I saw her. She stood at the door, staring at me, not with a scared look, more of a surprised look on her face. She gestured to me to come to her, and I was quick to respond. In just a few seconds I had arrived next to her. She pulled me out the door and I followed her, after a few steps she hooked her arm in mine and I led her to the back of the building, where it was vacant, dark, and private. She looked up at me with a cute glint in her eyes.
"I think here will be just fine." She began to protest, her voice small and shy but I pressed her up against the brick wall of the bar, shutting her up instantly.
"Here." She started to talk again but this time I shut her up with a kiss, pressing my lips hard against hers, she quieted instantly and whimpered in my mouth a little. She couldn't seem to hold still, so I held her arms against the wall, trying to stop her squirming.
She was restless and unable to stay still throughout the whole length of our little 'scene'. I did my best to keep her quiet and still, but she refused to do either. It irritated me and after I was finished I left a bit quickly, leaving her to fend for herself. I didn't feel satisfied. The need to watch someone's life blur in their eyes and then wink out was pushing at the base of my skull, and I didn't ignore it, I enjoyed watching people die, watching them realize that there's nothing they can do about it. These thoughts fueled the feeling, and I went in search of someone I could take a life from.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, this is a cutscene(ish) and yes, it's of Dean and what he's doing right now. I feel like it would be a good place to put this in, then you can get a variety of what's going on and maybe an extra dose of confusion. Oops.

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