Bye-Bye Beautiful~ Part 2

What Goes Around, Comes Around.
Till The World You Know Is An Endless Spiral.

Disclaimer: S
till don't own supernatural or any of its characters.

Summary:
A Succubus wants Revenge on the Winchesters, and the results will be Life Draining!

Rating:
17 and up

Accompanying Song: "Bye-Bye Beautiful"~ Nightwish
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Warning: No wincest. But there may be compromising gay moments! For laughs.

Authors Note: This is sorta pre-series.

Dean wasn't dumb. He knew that if he didn't stay off his leg, he was most likely to end up causing the injury to get worse and do permanent damage. But damn if he was going to end up stuck in a motel for the next week while his Father and Sam were off having fun hunting some wendigo, while he was stuck in fuckin'-famer-vision-ville, unable to do much than get food and wobble around the motel room. Wobble, he can't believe he's been reduced to that.

Stupid bite. Stupid dog. Stupid fucking tree root.

God next time he sees a Black Dog, he is so shooting its fucking head off.

"No" said his father "For the last time Dean, No!" throwing his duffle in the back of his truck.

"Come on I can be a look out or something" Dean replied

"And when the wendigo shows up and you can't run away then what?"

Ok Dean has to admit that wendigos were fast little bastards, but. . . ok there wasn't any real way to win his father over on this. He'd probably end up as chow if he went especially if his stitches reopened (and with his luck no doubt they would). And there's nothing like the smell of blood to
bring the monsters out. In fact he'd be tying his bother or father to a chair if they'd attempted to go on a hunt injured like he was.

"Come on man", Sam chimed in, opening the trucks door. "We'll be back in a few days, heck if you want, here." And handed Dean his laptop.

"Oh you shouldn't have."

"Hey, if you don't want it, then fine." and began to pull it away.

Dean grabbed it back like lighting. Sam smirked, no doubt at Dean's lack of will power to hide his desperate need to occupy himself over the next few days.

"Just don't die okay!"

"Aw you worried, Dean"

"No, just don't want to pay for your funeral. Garbage bags are sooo, expensive"

Sam swatted Deans head, but missed as Dean ducked.

"Sam, time to go." John said, as the truck roared to life.

"Ok", Sam said turning towards their father and then back to Dean, who was turning back to look at him too.

"Keep out of trouble, Dean." John said.

Dean gave him his classic smirk "Me? Trouble? I don't know the meaning of the word?"

"I'm serious, Dean. Your leg needs to heal. Or do you NOT want to come on the next hunt?"

"Yeah, fine", Dean said leaning against the Motel room door frame, disappointedly

"Good", John said closing the car door.

"See ya", Sam said out the window as the truck pulled out of the drive.

Dean watched his father and brother pull out of the lot and onto the road. When he couldn't see them anymore, he went into the motel room letting the door fall lazily closed behind him. He then more or less plopped on one of the beds and turned on the TV, flipping through the less than desirable channels.

Dean didn't like sitting still, it just wasn't in his nature. So as "nature" would have it, the third day after his family's departure he decided he'd had enough "rest time" and went to the local bar for some "play time". Besides, he thought how much of damage could he do to his leg on a night out with a girl anyway?

There were lots of girls to choose from. Blondes, brunettes, red heads...all sorts of lustrous women that were out looking to have a good time, even for such a small town as Bruckner. He looked out into the crowd from his bar stool, his famous charm set in the smile of his face. A few girls gave him coy looks from the flood of movement on the dance floor, daring him to come join them. Admittedly he wasn't that good of a dancer, but if it meant getting to get a night of fun out of it, well, he wasn't one to let down the ladies.

The music he had to dance to was more noise than anything else, some techno crap, nothing he'd ever listen too. It was more something Samantha would listen too, though. Him and his emo music, Dean thought, rolling his eyes just thinking about it. But wanting to get lucky, he danced anyway. First girl he danced with was a young blonde, Candy, she was cute but was too eager and wouldn't stop bouncing against him as she attempted to "sexily" grind into him. She was like the playboy bunny from hell that just ate a bowl of Mexican jumping beans. He got away from her real quick.

Next up was a small red head by the name of Jamie, whose height went up to only to his shoulder. She was nice to dance with, but as soon as they hit a slow song she got all clingy and wouldn't let go even after it went to the next song, which for his sanity was finally a rock song. He left her on the dance floor with the excuse of getting a drink and after declining a drink saying she was the designated driver for her girl-friends, she called out to him with a promise to meet up with him on floor later. Man he hoped not.

He ordered a beer and decided to relax for a bit, hoping if he gave her enough time that Jamie would forget about him. Man, he thought hanging his head, he was pulling out one weird chick after another, and took a long drag from his beer.

He didn't notice the woman sit done beside him, until he was assaulted with her beer.