(Succubus Hunt_Dante's Hunt)

(Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural and its characters but I do own Dante Finch, so hands off ladies, lol. I do like to borrow the boys sometimes, they got style, flare, and oh, yeah, are drop-dead sexy.)

Plot: A bar, a handsome man, a sexual monster, what else could we ask for? Oh, yeah, here's hoping Dante hasn't missed something after all.

Since when has it ever been that simple?

Warning: Explicit Wincest, explicit language, and schmoop warning.

Please read if you like this kind of thing.

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He smelled her before he saw her, the blonde bimbo at the bar drinking a cosmo. He sat on a seat next to her and ordered a malt scotch, paying with a hundred, giving the bartender a twenty for his trouble. He headed to the table and sipped his scotch, hiding a grimace. He hated scotch, preferred a cold tall one but rich men did not order those in bars so he settle for the scotch. Fine malt or not, the drink tasted like sugary turpentine, going down smooth, decent after taste but no satisfying flavor to linger on your tongue like a cold beer could or a well-aged whiskey.

He smelled her as she approached him, the sulfur smell burning his nose mixing with scotch, creating a really vile taste in his mouth. He was going to need to brush his teeth and use mouthwash a lot after this to get that taste out. She went touch him but he managed to evade it by looking up at her with sexy eyes and pasting on his best 'you are so hot!' look and grinned seductively. Inside he felt squiggy about even being near her. She kept trying to touch him so he had to resort to drastic measures.

"You want to go back to my place, gorgeous? I got some toys you would love." He purred intimately, a tool that always worked.

"Can I play with you?" She purred back, trying to touch but he managed to maneuver out of it by stroking a hand over her collar and down her shirt, almost touching her cleavage but not doing it. His eyes filled with lecherous desire on command, he also had this part down.

Like he said, it wasn't his first succubus hunt. He knew what they liked.

They like sex and he oozed it at the moment. Inside he wanted back in jeans and tank top, and his diver's watch.

The hunt ended on a short note. He pulled her by her shirt jacket lapel out the car, not touching her still. She grabbed at him and pretended to be taking off his jacket, adjusting his shirt collar. She went to touch him again and he grabbed both wrists with his one hand, pinning her to the wall, purring sexual innuendoes into her ear, making her arch into him. He hated this part but he had to get her to where she would do something stupid and make a mistake, letting her move when she was prepared to strike were not ways that led to either one.

He saw her teeth come down, small fangs not a full set like vampire. He didn't see any venom so he knew he was right about the venom spreading through touch. Good to know. He felt her try to throw him off so she could touch him and have a closer vicinity to his neck, which he made sure to show off more of by tilting his head a little to the side and putting that long expanse of sexy neck right where it was close but out of reach of her teeth. Dante smirked inside, he was pushing her past her control point, to where her desire to feed overrode all other desires. She moaned in desire now thrashing as he held her tightly, keeping her hands off him, both to drive her desire to burn hotter and to protect himself. He lightened up his hold on purpose and pretended to lean in to get closer to her, his other hand going for his knife while she reached for his neck and muscular shoulder area not covered by the shirt. As she lunged at him, eyes glassy with hunger, fangs longer and more needle-like now, and most of all, her eyes were now blood red and full of desire. Dante was repulsed inside but full of false desire for her on the outside.

He drove his knife home as she got close and moved out of the way before any part of her touched him, not wanting to risk infection from her touch, even as she died. He bent over her, scanning for witnesses, not worrying about camera catching him, he had parked in a blind spot. He had scoped out the place earlier to find those blind spots and the work had paid off. He put a hand to her chest and she was suddenly burning to a pile of ash. He vacuumed up the ashes with his dust buster from his back seat and closed the passenger door. He slid into the front seat and started his car, smiling happily as she roared to life and rumbled under him, feeling good as usual. He loved being in his car, it was perfect to him.

He headed back home and promised himself to change into something more comfortable once he got there. He may look good but it felt awkward to dress this way.

He walked into the loft and got the surprise of his life.

Both boys were in nothing but their underwear and were using money now, rather than clothes. He figured from their expressions they were hanging onto their underwear for dear life and had managed to talk her into taking money rather than clothes in a last ditch effort to preserve their little bit of dignity that they had left. Dante laughed out loud at the sight and the group turned to the sound. He saw the concealed guns in the boys' hands near their underweared butts, drawn but hidden from Claire, ready to shoot him if he was threat. Their eyes were hard and ready, killing eyes. Dante grimaced and smiled uneasily.

Claire just looked relieved. Dante reflected on it and decided she needed some training. She was way too innocent at the moment. It would get her killed someday.

"Hey, boys, what you doing with my cousin over there?" He looked on in mock disapproval and they laughed, putting up their guns and palming their cards once more. "She's my pride and joy. Don't you go deflowering her. You aren't, are you?" the boys laughed again and Claire joined in, with a mock pout and rebellious look.

"Why, cuz," She drawled smirking now, "You got here too soon for that. I hadn't even got to kiss them yet." She laughed at his smiling expression and gave up on the joke. They were laughing too hard.

Dante picked up their clothes, carefully concealing the knives and guns in the bundles of clothes he handed his cousins, Sam and Dean. Dean looked fine with his nearly nude state while Sam looked a little embarrassed. He had been fine when it was part of the game but now with Dante standing there, he was embarrassed that Dante had seen him like this, maybe thinking they were offending her or something, even though it was obvious they hadn't. That girl could beat a vegas casino for all its money with those skills! Both boys got up from their chairs and kissed her cheek goodnight, and they took the time to take Dante to the side. They asked about the hunt and were relieved when they heard how easily it had went for him.

They took the elevator down to the armory and headed to the panic room. Once there they had to admit it was the most expensive and elegant panic room they had ever seen. Dante definitely had style.

Dante headed to bed and Claire headed to her room to paint since she didn't sleep. Dante had noticed this days before and she had admitted that she was an insomniac. She also painted 'angels' as she called them, but they looked like Pheonixes to Dante, blue and icy looking Pheonixes. He said nothing but stored it away for later.

Something about her behavior was striking a familiar cord but he couldn't figure out why. He pulled the privacy curtain shut. He let it be for the night, the hunt had made him tired and he stripped down to nothing. He covered himself with the sheet and put the gun under his pillow, a knife too for good measure, falling asleep with his hand on his weapons. It made him feel better that way.

He kept the privacy curtain closed all night, he didn't want Claire to see him sleeping like this but it was his best way to sleep so he made sure to use the curtain for a barrier between her eyes and his naked body. He made sure the wards and salt line were good, and checked the protection spell for anyone trying to break through it and found no threats.

He smiled in his sleep and drifted off to the strands of a remake of 'You're no good' by Linda Rhondstat, at half decibels. Claire was letting him sleep by lowering her music. He promised himself to make her waffles in the morning with orange juice and the coffee she liked, maybe some bacon and eggs, and toast to finish it off.

Dante drifted off totally unaware he had indeed missed a vital fact about his hunt.

There hadn't been one succubus. No, there were three.

He had missed two of them.

He would need the boys after all.

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Well, looks like Dante did miss something after all. Here's hoping he catches his mistake before the others show up.

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