disclaimer: uh...I don't know, man, I don't own it. I only own a warped mind. Don't sue me, okay?

Author's Note: okay, so, this ones been dogging me ever since I first watched 9x02. I'm sure everyone has written a Dean/Abaddon fic, but I haven't found one to read, so, maybe I'm the only one with a warped mind? Anyhow, this is a sort of scene insert into that episode. I may expand on it in the future, maybe to the 9x22 episode where Dean kills her, but I don't know yet. We'll have to see. This is a collection of Dean sex scenes, so there is no order, just what I feel like writing or what Gina feels like writing. Hope you enjoy!

Dean/Abaddon

I Got a Thing For Gingers

He knew, looking up into her eyes, he knew how this was gonna go. And he couldn't help but mouth off as he asked, "Are we gonna talk, or make out? 'Cause I'm getting some pretty mixed signals..."

Her eyes narrowed as she brought him closer. "Both," she growled as she forced her lips to his.

He tried to move away, but the demon's grip was too strong. There was no way he was going to fight this off. He'd been there before, forced by a demon to...

"I won't do that," she purred softly.

His eyes opened wide. "D-do what?"

"Take you without you wanting it."

He gasped, wondering how she knew. Alastair was dead. No one should have known... "Ain't that kind of what you're doing now?" he managed.

She shook her head. "No. Because you want this body. You want me."

"And the poor chick you're riding? Josie? What's she want?"

Abaddon laughed. "She wanted Henry. His grandson will do just fine."

"No. I'm not raping that poor girl just so we can get our rocks off!"

She sneered. "I knew you wanted me." Her face softened, "No matter. Josie died, a while ago now. It's just me hanging out in this meat suit."

"You swear it?"

She eyed him oddly. "You'd trust the word of a demon?"

Dean attempted to shrug. "You said you wanted me, you wouldn't force me. I'm inclined to believe ya. And I believe ya about this."

Her head tilted to the side, contemplating him. "Why?"

"Because. You're a lot of things. A manipulative bitch is at the top. But you're not a liar. Demons lie, yeah, but not you. You don't gain anything by lying to me."

She smiled again. "What is it about you, Dean Winchester?"

This time he smirked at her. "Hell if I know. But you want me, and I been getting a hard on for that meat suit of yours almost since day one."

Now it was her turn to question. "Why?"

"I got a thing for gingers."

That was she needed as she molded her mouth to his and by God, it felt good. He hadn't been laid in forever, and he needed the release. And this demon chick was gonna help him with that. He thought about how wrong this was. How he'd raked Sam over the coals for doing Ruby. But this...there was no subterfuge, no ulterior motives, just two creatures in need of a good fucking.

He moved his hand to touch her and she let out a snarl as she flipped him onto his back and pinned him with her powers. He looked up at her as she pulled off her leather jacket. He tried to move, but he was frozen in place. She smiled. "I rather like you at my mercy."

His eyes widened just a bit. "You...you aren't going to kill me, are you?"

She smirked. "Not today."

He managed to nod before she knelt over him and undid the button on his jeans.

"Where's Sam?" he asked before she could snake her hand inside.

She pulled her hand away and shook her head. "I will not let my minions kill him either."

"You swear it?"

"On the name of my lord."

He sneered. "Lucifer's name doesn't mean much to me."

"No, but it does to me."

He eyed her a moment. Maybe it was the fact his dick was as hard as a diamond and he needed to get his rocks off. Maybe he saw something in her no one else had. Or maybe he was just a damn glutton for punishment, but he breathed, "Okay."

That was all the encouragement she needed as she grabbed his cock and he groaned when she pulled and squeezed. "Fuck," he growled.

She smirked. "Just give me time, baby. I'll do thing to you that will make you question your sanity."

"Pretty sure I'm already doing that," he hissed through clenched teeth as he felt his pants being tugged down, exposing him to her. He felt the dirt and scattered rocks under his ass, but then she pulled her shirt off and he honestly didn't give a fuck as his eyes grew wide.

She smirked as she slithered out of her pants as well and he was speechless. Her body (because he damn sure didn't want to think of it as a meat suit at the moment,) was sexy as all hell, and all that damn red hair...those eyes, green like his, pierced him. "See something you like?"

He couldn't help the grin. "What do you think?" He moved his hips just slightly and was glad he could. His arms were still pinned down, but his pelvic region was gloriously free. He wiggled it a little bit for effect and enjoyed watching her eyes grow wider as he twitched his cock at her.

She let out something like a cross between a snarl and a scream as she pounced, kissing, biting, sucking and he could do nothing but hold on as she all but worshiped his body with her lips. He felt her teeth on his nipple and he almost came just from the sheer pleasure/pain she was inflicting. "Need...fuck, I need more," he whimpered.

"You mean this?" she hissed as she teased him, dipping her pussy to touch him.

He bucked his hips, but she ignored him as she continued her slow torture of him. "You are so delicious, Dean. Oh, the things I could do to you..."

"You gonna keep yapping or you gonna fuck me?"

Her eyes narrowed and she scratched those blood red nails down his chest, cutting him in the process and he cried out in pain before he groaned in pleasure as she sank onto him. "Like this, lover?"

His eyes rolled back in his head as she began rolling her hips, riding him for all she was worth and he could do nothing but enjoy the sensations flowing through him.

He lost all sense of time as she moved, getting her pleasure, denying him his. Of course, he was still enjoying the hell out of it. She was riding out her fifth orgasm when he felt his coming. "I'm-I'm..."

"Come," she commanded and he was powerless as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through him.

He panted out a breath as she stood and began to dress. He felt her powers leave him and he was free to stand. He slipped his jeans back up his hips and straightened his shirts. He cleared his throat. "So...uh..."

She glared at him. Now that they'd done the deed, apparently they were back to being enemies. That was good. Enemies he could handle. "I want Crowley. Or what's left of him."

He eyed her. "Yeah? What's in it for me?"

"I let you die. You give me Crowley's head, and I will snap your neck, quick and clean. You won't feel a thing, trust me."

So...they were back to hard balling already, huh? "And if I tell you to get bent?"

She sidled up to him, clothed once more, and grabbed him by the shirt. "Oh. Well... you know, I've loved this body since the moment I first saw it. You're the perfect vessel, Dean. You give a girl all sorts of nasty ideas. So go ahead and play hard to get, and I'll peel off this "no demons allowed" tattoo and blow smoke up your ass."

She could. He'd seen Crowley do that very thing to Mrs. Tran. And yet, he couldn't keep his trap shut as he told her, "Oh, well, I gotta tell you, between you and me, it is a horrow show up there."

"It can get worse. Trust me. 'Cause once I'm on top, I'll make you watch. And I'll use your body. Have you ever felt an infant's blood drip down your chin? Or listened to a girl scream as you rip her guts out? Because you will. You and me, lover. We'll have a grand old time."

His eyes narrowed and he pushed her away. "You think you're being cute, Abaddon, but you're really just starting to piss me off."

"You're an insignificant human, Dean."

His eyebrow rose. "Yeah, but I'm one you can't seem to stop wanting."

She grabbed him again and once more he felt himself being forced to his knees. "I could do such terrible, depraved things to you, Dean..."

"But you're not gonna. Not yet, anyway."

"Give me what I want!" she demanded, an almost childish plea in her voice.

He shrugged. "Right now, Crowley's the lesser of two evils, babe. So I gotta throw my lot in with him."

Just then, there was a bright flash of white light from within the diner, blasting out all the windows.

Abaddon glared at him. "An angel?!" she screeched.

Dean's smirk filled his face. He was assuming Zeke had done his thing and came out in Sam, as creepy as that thought was. "What, you think we'd roll up to this mouse trap without some backup?"

Abaddon grabbed him by the throat and threw him aside before she disappeared.

Dean panted out a breath and ran toward the diner. He'd think about everything that had just transpired, later. Right now, he had to check on his brother.