When he returned, there was a curvy blonde woman, crawling over his bed in just a negligé. Instantly, he tensed. "How'd you get in here?" The sexbomb languidly curled herself around to face him. "The door was open." She eyed him up and down and moaned. "Well, look at you... you are just delicious!" In the back of his head, Dean could hear the little alambells ringing like crazy and the red flags danced like it was a parade. "Sorry, toots. I'm not interested." The woman slithered off the bed and sashayed up to him. "Really?" To his surprise, he could answer truthfully. "Really. I'm not." While she neared, her hair shortened, got darker. Her eyes went from grey to brown and her skimpy negligé became a leather bodice. Dean backed up slowly and scoffed. "Nope. I know I was watching her just a few minutes ago, but even then I wasn't bothered." Close enough to touch now, she narrowed her eyes and cupped his cheek. "Well, then I'll just have to try harder, won't I?" she cooed and blurred into another form.
Dean felt his lips curl with distaste. "Really? Sorry. Lisa just makes me feel sad, not horny." A soft growl and another shift, as Dean felt his back bump into the wall. "Oh god! Really? I did her, she was amazing, but now she is back at being a councilor at a chastity group. Nope, Carmelita has left the spankbank ages ago." The whine following that remark, almost sounded desperate. Another blurry shifting, and Dean actually chuckled. "Rhonda Hurley? Seriously?! You are scraping the bottom of the barrel, aren't you? How do you..." his voice trailed off. "You're reading my mind now, arent you? The touching, that's invading my memories to try and find what turns my crank?" He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "God, you really are the basest of creatures." The succubus glared, shifted again. "Well, hello there Lydia... Thanks for setting our daughter against me. You know Sam killed her, don't you?" The succubus growled menacingly and changed again. Dean sighed a bit sadly. "Cassie... well, at least we kept you safe." He closed his eyes to ignore the succubus, pressing her boobs to his chest. Trying to keep a level head, Dean started to think of trivial things. 'It's funny. One of my few serious things, and I end up having a best friend with almost the same name.' A mental image of Cas, with his deep blue eyes, flashed through his mind.
Suddenly the preassure against his chest vanished. No, it changed. The warmth was still there, but the preassure was less voluptuous, more... solid. "Dean..." the succubus growled in his ear and Dean's eyes flew open. That voice... with the sexual intonation it used... it played hopscotch along his spine and burried itself in his gut. "Cas..." Dean gasped, a blush rising up his cheeks. "Dean... seems I got you cornered, haven't I?" The warm breath ghosting over Dean's ear and the scrape of the slight stubble Cas always had made Dean swallow hard. "No..." he rasped out. "You... you're not..." he managed, but the succubus interupted. "I knowww." it growled in that voice like silk over gravel. "But boy, does this rev your engine, or what?" Dean felt a problem rising in his jeans, and silently cursed the monster. "You know, Dean, I think I might just want to give you a little head, see how you like that." the fake Cas whispered, his voice sounding hoarser than ever. Dean closed his eyes and moaned. "No... no. You are not him. You are not him!" A chuckle rumbled against his neck and he desperately closed his eyes. "I know, but your body doesn't care, does it? It has longed for this for a while now, did you know? I'm just giving you what you want." the succubus said in Cas' gravelly voice, while it let it's lips slide down the side of Dean's neck. That sent a fire through his veins and he keened softly in the back of his throat. The succubus smiled against his skin and sank it's teeth in the crook of his neck. Lightning flashed through Dean and he gasped out. "Cas!"