You were shocked to find yourself in your bed in the bunker when you woke up from your blackout. I'm gonna have to learn to sense people or something 'cause this waking up from being knocked out is not working for me, you thought as you sat up. The room spun around a bit before you were able to stand up fully and make your way to the door.
"Sam?" You yelled down the hallway. Silence. Where could he be? There was no way that Cole guy had just let you guys go and taken you back to the bunker. You grabbed the knife in your sock drawer and made your way down the hallway to the library.
"Sam?" You called once more. This time you heard the rustling of papers coming from the library.
"In here, Y/N!" Sam called. You sighed in relief as you walked into the library. Sam was rustling through papers that the Men of Letters had left about the demon cure.
"Wait- why are you going through the papers on the demon cure?" A smile creeped onto your face as you realized what it meant.
"We got him, Y/N. He's in the dungeon awaiting his next dose of sanctified human blood." You jumped with joy as you started towards the dungeon.
"But, Y/N, remember. He's a demon and he's going through changes right now so you can't believe anything he says. It could be dangerous." You nodded and gave Sam a little salute before sprinting to the doorway of the dungeon. Once you were out of sight of Sam, you stopped and took a deep breath breath before opening the door to the dungeon.
Dean was tied to a measly chair and if it weren't for the devil's trap below his feet, he'd probably have been across the room and at your throat as soon as you walked in. He looked like he was unconscious, or asleep, by the way his head had lolled down against his chest. If Dean wasn't a demon and this had just been a regular morning waking up to him passed out in a chair in the library after an all nighter researching, you would have thought he looked adorable. But he was a demon and he was tied up to a chair above a devil's trap and you were terrified to even get within fingertip reach of him. As soon as you'd thought it, Dean's head snapped up, his black eyes pierced your skin and looked you over from head to toe. His mouth twitched into a smile.
"Y/N, so nice of you to join us." You held the knife steady in your back pocket as you took a step towards him. Dean watched your every move as you approached him cautiously.
"I wouldn't come any closer, sugar. Not unless you'd like to leave with something special." Dean winked and made a biting motion at you. You shivered at the cold humor that Dean had developed as a demon. Still, for some reason you found yourself inching closer and closer to him until your knee came in contact with his. You gasped and went to take a step back, but Dean's knees lunged forward and pulled your leg toward him causing you to fall against him. You held your breath and waited for Dean to bite you, head butt you, something violent, but he didn't. He just looked at you as his eyes went back and you could see those gorgeous green eyes again and for a split second you thought he was human again. A strand of hair fell in front of your face and as you reached to push it out of the way, you felt Dean's lips brush yours. You froze. Had you been in the right mind you would have pushed him away and ran to get Sam, but you didn't. Instead, you did something dangerous. You kissed him. Dean let go of your leg and you found yourself straddling him. You moaned against the feel of Dean's mouth against yours after such a long time.
"Dean…" you moaned. You found your hips grinding against him as he struggled against his bindings. Dean broke from the kiss and began to kiss down your jaw. You sat up so he could reach as much of your skin as possible. Those kisses turned to little nibbles as he struggled to thrust up against your arousal. Your fingers pulled Dean's hair back so you could pull him back into a kiss.
"Y/N…" Dean moaned, "I need… need you, please. Y/N… untie-" You froze. What am I doing?
"What?" You cupped Dean's face in your hands and looked at him like he'd asked you to murder someone.
"Y/N," Dean thrusted up as he groaned, his eyes flashing black, "please… untie-" You couldn't believe it. I should have listened to Sam, you thought as you mentally kicked yourself.
"I can't." The two words alone almost brought tears to your eyes. Dean looked like you'd slapped him in the face.
"Y/N, please, I-" You jumped out of Dean's lap and wiped the tears that were starting to stream down your face.
"No! I'm sorry, Dean. I can't. Not until you're human again." You turned around to the door when suddenly you heard it. The snap of rope. Before you could even scream and run to the door, Dean had his hand covering your mouth and slammed the door shut. You struggled against him as he pushed you against the wall and turned you to face him.
"Now, I'm going to remove my hand and it doesn't matter if you scream in here, sugar. You're mine now." Then you remembered, the room was sound proof. Dean had installed it so you wouldn't have to hear the screams and howls of whatever creature they kept down here at night since your room was right above it.
"No," you whimpered as soon as Dean's hand let go of your mouth, "Dean, please."
"Please what, Y/N?" You turned away from Dean's face as he whispered into your ear, "I thought you loved me, Y/N? You seemed to be loving me over there as I was tied up. That's very kinky, baby." Part of you, the sane part, had you trying to break free of him, but the other part of you, the love sick, melted against his voice and begged to be near him.
"I do love you, Dean. The human you! Dean, please, let me go. You've got to be cured." Dean chuckled.
"Personally, Y/N, I like the disease. I mean, think about it. I've got more stamina and we both know what that means." Dean nipped at your exposed neck. Your hand reached up to push him away when it brushed something cool. Your fingers explored what it was and realized it was a bottle of holy water. Quickly you started to unscrew the top of the bottle as Dean was preoccupied with kissing your neck.
"I'm sorry, Dean, but you know me. I just can't take no for an answer." You grabbed the bottle and dumped all of it's contents onto him. Dean yelled in pain from the holy water as smoke lifted from his skin. You took the opportunity to push Dean away and sprinted out of the room. You didn't bother to check if he was coming after you, because apart from the pounding of your heartbeat and feet hitting the concrete floor, you heard Dean roaring behind you. You've really pissed him off now, you thought. Your mind searched through of where to go when the control room popped into mind. That's it, you thought, I need to lock the bunker down so Dean can't get loose again. You raced around a corner and hid behind the wall to listen. Silence. You cautiously stuck your head out into the hallway to look for Dean and when you saw it was empty, you quietly made your way down the hall. Suddenly, a door slamming sounded from behind you. You jump into the room that holds the keys to the control room. Please, oh, please, don't let me die today, you mentally prayed. As quiet as you could, you rummaged through the key drawer until you found the keys to the control room.
"Come on, Y/N!" Dean's voice suddenly erupted from somewhere in the bunker, "Don't you want to hang out with your boyfriend? Spend a little special quality time?" You tried to ignore Dean's ramblings as you made your way into the control room. You scanned over the controls for the lockdown switch until you found the keyhole for it. You looked behind you in case Dean had come in and then pushed the key into the switched and turned it. The lights switched off and flashing red lights and an alarm sounded throughout the bunker.
"Smart, Y/N! Locking the place down. Doors won't open. I get it. But here's the thing: I don't want to leave! Not 'til I find you! Not till my arms are wrapped around your naked body and my teeth on your neck! Not until you're screaming my name, whether from pleasure or pain!" You were almost out of the room when you accidentally knocked over a pile of books. You winced as the clutter of books hit the floor with multiple loud thuds. Damn it.
"Y/N!," Dean yells in a sing-song voice, "You're just making this worse for yourself, Y/N. One way or another, I'm going to find you and fuck you." Suddenly, the lights turned back on. He's in the control room! Which meant he was right next to you.
"Oh, by the way, you can, uh… blame Sam for me getting loose. All that blood he pumped into me to make me human… Well. The less demon I was, the less the cuffs worked. And that Devil's Trap? Well, I just walked right across it." Quickly, you took the opportunity to slam the door shut. Dean pounded at the door and you were afraid that the door would give way to his strength.
"Listen to me, Dean! Sam says we're getting close, okay? I know you're still in there somewhere. Just let him finish the treatments, please." The pounding on the door stopped and you waited for Dean to say something. Just as you were about to make another plead, a hammer struck through the middle of the door.
"You act like I want to be cured, Y/N!" Dean yelled while he chopped through the door like it was butter. By now, Dean had punched a hole through the door so that his face was visible. His eyes shone black when he looked at you but the hunger within them was irrefutable, "I like the disease, remember? Something about endless stamina and you and I doing all nighters with two pillows and some chocolate sauce really tickles my pickle." Dean continued to cut through the door until he was on the other side standing right in front of you. You pulled the demon knife that was in your boot out and pointed it at him at a defensive stance.
"Dean, stop! Please, I really don't want to have to use this on you." You pleaded. Dean laughed and cupped his jean-clad erection.
"Oh, Y/N. Tsk tsk tsk, we don't need toys, baby. 'Cause there's just enough demon left in me that fucking you? Ain't no choice at all. You see, not only does being a demon make me want to fuck you all night, the Mark makes me want to do it every night for the rest of my measly life." Your cheeks flushed red involuntarily and you cursed the heat that began to pool in your panties. Fuck, this is not good. Dean took a step towards you and it took you a second to jump back away from him.
"D-don't take another step, Dean. If you come at me I won't have any other choice but to use this." Dean chuckled and tauntingly took another step. He knew you couldn't use that knife on him and he was enjoying every second of it. In fact, it was probably making him even more aroused by the second.
"Sure you will! And I know which one you'll make. Isn't that right, Y/N?" By the end of his sentence, Dean was now within fingertip reach of you. You took the knife and scratched his hand, distracting him long enough to run away. Dean was hunched over with a smirk as he watched you run away.
"Come on, Y/N! Let's have a beer, talk about it. I'm tired of all this foreplay. Let's get down to business!" You started to run faster and turned the corner to head to the library. You had to stop halfway to take a breather and as you checked around the corner you breathed a sigh of relief. When you turned around Dean was suddenly there. On instinct, your hand shot up and the knife was at Dean's throat. Dean's eyes flashed black and his mouth creeped into a smirk.
"Well … Look at you. Do it. You gave me a fair warning, so do it. It's all you." The knife shook in your hand as you struggled to hold it steady. Do I really have the stomach to kill him? I love him. You mind fought with your heart over what the right thing was to do until you came to a decision. You tossed the knife to the side and jumped into Dean's arms as he pulled you into a heated kiss.
"Atta girl, Y/N." Dean moaned through your kiss as he pressed you against the wall and pressed his jean-clad erection against you. You moaned at the familiar feel of his manhood pressed up against you and traced your hands down his chest to unbutton his jeans. Your hand slid into his boxers and seeked out his pulsating cock. Dean growled in pleasure as your fingertips brushed against the head of his cock.
"You feel that," Dean said as he thrusted into your hand, "you do this to me, Y/N. You gonna help me out?" You nodded and bit down on your bottom lip until you drew blood. Dean sucked the wound into his mouth and tongued at the cut you'd made as you slowly, gently, began to stroke his cock. Dean's breath grew ragged as your movements became faster with every moan that escaped his throat.
"Cum for me, Dean." You whispered in his ear. Dean froze and suddenly jolted against you in sharp, fast lunges as he came against your hand, "Atta boy, Dean." For a while, Dean's head lay against your shoulder as he breathed in and out very slowly. Suddenly, Dean's head shot up and his eyes flashed black as he pressed himself closer against you.
"Should've listened to Sammy, Y/N." Dean's hand gripped your throat faster than you could react to. You tried to yell for Sam, for Castiel, for anybody, but the air in your lungs wouldn't pass the grip Dean had on your throat. No! This can't be happening! This can't- Suddenly, the grip Dean had on your throat was gone and his body was ripped away from yours as Castiel pinned Dean's arms behind him.
"It's over, Dean. Are you okay, Y/N?" You nodded and pulled your shirt down from where Dean had tried to pull it off. Dean tried to break free of Castiel and lunge at you, but his grip on Dean was too strong. A roar erupted from his throat as you backed away from him. He was acting like a complete animal.
"Dean, it's over!" Castiel shook him until his fit stopped, "I'm going to take him back down to the dungeon, I'll meet you down there." You grabbed Castiel's trench coat before he could leave.
"I think I'm gonna go to my room and rest. Let me know when he's cured." You turned around as tears began to stream down your face. As soon as you reached your room, you slammed the door behind you and curled into a ball on top of your bed and started to rock back and forth as the tears flowed freely down your face. Please, whoever is up there, just bring my Dean back. Please, just… please.