Dean's head ached. He instinctively reached for the wound on his head. His fingers stained with the blood that seeped from the gash. He heaved his upper body. Dean propped against the wall's corner and forced himself to stand by grasping the walls.
Dean's feet creaked upon the almost breaking fissure filled wooden floor. Across the room, an empty window frame displayed a view of the Dragon's Arm Inn sign that Dean had observed in the alley. Closer to his current position, a door was ajar from sprung hinges.
Dean wiped the blood from his forehead a final time and gingerly tested his footing on the next part of the floor. He leaned against the mildew covered walls causing his blood covered hands to streaking the dirt and mildew covered walls. He only managed a few feet, before two beautiful women entered the room. He reversed his steps a few feet back towards his original position.
The first woman was a raven haired beauty. Her clothes clung in all the places Dean found attractive. Her bobbed hair struck under her chin bringing focus to her full lips. She appeared to be human, but the second was an otherworldly beauty. Her hair fell in a torrent of fire like curls upon her back. Her emerald eyes stared at Dean. If the circumstances were different, Dean would swear he was involved in some fantasy. The pain in his head was more than confirmation this was real.
The dark haired woman approached Dean, standing a few feet. She matched stares with him." Dean you weren't trying to leave without having a little fun with us? Is that any way to return my hospitality? Tch..tch..tch." Her eyes became ebony filled chasms.
Dean smirked at the woman before him. "Do you think those black eyes scare me? You can save the cheap theatrics, Sweetheart. You won't be the first of your kind I've kicked back to hell."
The demon possessed woman laughed and strutted closer to him. Her plump lips grazed his ear with a gentle kiss. "Oh, save the macho bullshit. I know you way better than that. We've always have such good time." She perched her lips and blew in Dean's ear.
Dean remained unflinching, "Meg, "spilled from gritted teeth. His expression locked between hate and determination.
"I've been waiting. I was getting kind of bored with my little game. Just waiting for little Dean to come running to the rescue. Being bored does have a high point, I've thought of all the nasty things I can do to you. I always knew I was unforgettable. You have to admit I do have good taste in pretty puppets. My last host was a nice little package," Meg's voiced oozed with venom. "Papa Winchester does make some fine looking boy." Meg caressed Dean's face with her index finger.
Dean pushed her back away from him. "Glad I could give you something nice to remember when I send you back to hell."
"Ah, Dean, I thought you would appreciate this look."
"Sorry, not much on bitches, in any form."
"Nasty, nasty, nasty," the woman said laughing. "The bad habits you picked up from Daddy. Not really a good role model for his boys." A malevolent smile spread across her face.
"Better than yours!" Dean quipped. He squeezed his own mouth into his trademark cocky smile.
"Do you like my friend? We were just dying to have you meet. Don't worry; I'll take care of Sammy for you like he is one of our own. Doesn't that have a nice ring to it!" She snickered again. She edged closer to Dean's face.
Dean locked eyes with her. "Funny you said you were dying. Find a new power to see your future. Cause if you thought I put a hurt on you before, you better think again."
"Ahh. These are the Dean Winchester moments I'll miss the most-the unrealistic expectations. At least I'm not disappointed. You did exactly what I thought you would. So predictable! Letting your stupid protective nature of those around you be your downfall. I find it poetic."
"Let's see… how many times have you kicked my ass? Hmm. None." Dean watched as the second woman drew closer.
"Dean, I'd like you to meet my amadán."
The amadán'sfingers lingered upon the vicinity of his heart and a tingle teased his skin. His petrified frame plummeted and collided with the perforated wooden floor. He felt like his essence was trying to crawl out an abyss in his own shell.
Meg crouched down and kissed Dean flippantly on the lips. "Bye Dean!" Her hollow black eyes glinted with wickedness and she lifted in her head in self assurance. She flicked a match against the floor and the top sparked with illumination. "Let's see if you think burning is fun."
She allowed the match to burn in front of Dean's eyes until in burned her fingers. Meg didn't recoil when the match dwindled down upon her finger and thumb. "You're going to feel what you have done to me and be just as helpless to escape it. How does it feel to be so powerless?
Meg allowed a suspension of her gloating to pass, and then continued her verbal torment. "Dean, I never thought you would be speechless."
She retrieved a gasoline container from outside the door and splashed a large arc in front of the corner. "Not too close. A girl likes to take her time with a man like you."
Meg drained the remainder of the liquid in front of the window and door. "Just in case. Don't want to take chances of you rolling out the door or anything. You, Winchester are full of surprises. No one is going to stop our plans for Sammy, but I like to think we have something a little more personal Dean-o. Oh…I never wanted Bobby. You boys are just too easy to trap. I would have expected you to learn something from the first time we met."
The amadán and Meg turned and strutted towards the door. Meg flicked a second match to life and flung if upon the gas soaked floor.