Grinning, he stepped over the threshold and closed the door, where he paused for a moment.
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Antoinette, meanwhile, was already prancing toward the kitchen to fetch a bottle of whiskey. With a flourish, Dean turned and brushed off his jacket, which he carefully placed on a dresser. For in that jacket was his blade, but he didn't need it for now. Crowley wanted the huntress to suffer, and the Demon didn't ask why for long, but simply did his job. Torturing Josie's doppelganger was going to be special, though, because deep down there was still the human Dean slumbering, who still loved the Slayer. But the demonic side would finally be able to take revenge for the spurned love, even if it was just a copy of her.
Slowly, Dean followed the woman and looked around the apartment. He needed direction, because once she found out he was a demon, she would flee and be at home field advantage. Joyfully, Tony came up to him and showed him the bottle before taking his hand and pulling him up with her toward the stairs. Skillfully, he wrenched himself from her grasp and now held her by the wrist. Somewhat astonished, she looked up at him, but considered it a game, so she obediently played along. Abruptly he pushed her against the wall and braced himself.
"You're playing with me, so that's the kind of guy you are," she breathed, looking longingly at his lips.
"That's the kind of guy I am," he replied, taking the whiskey from her, "But I'm a lot more than that."
"I'd like to see that," she murmured, squinting toward the stairs, "What do you say we go upstairs?"
"Not yet," he fought back, lifting her chin.
Slowly he moved closer to her and felt her breath against his lips. Tensely she closed her eyes, but he just stayed close to her without kissing her, as expected.
"My Josephine," he whispered, and Antoinette blinked in confusion.
"My, um... Dan?!" she replied uncertainly, assuming he wanted to keep it non-committal and therefore gave her an alias.
"No, I'm still Dean to you! But I like the name Josephine, it suits you."
Undecided what to make of the match, Tony relented, for she wanted the Winchester if only for a one night stand. Willingly, she reared back at him, but he backed away.
"Okay, I'm getting tired of this. I'm not so into the aloof ones. If you want sex, fine, let's have sex, but if you'd rather play 'I want you, but you can't have me,' then you're in the wrong place, find yourself another Josephine!" she complained.
Dean's relaxed face suddenly turned somber and his jaw tightened. Had he had his blade handy, it would have been her direct end, but fortunately for her, it was not.
Roughly, he pushed the brunette against the wall, so that a soft cracking sound could be heard in her shoulder. She cried out painfully and tried to defend herself with her dislocated shoulder. Her liking for the Winchester dwindled in seconds and she would have loved to drive him out of the house.
"I don't know what you did, and I honestly don't give a shit, but I've been ordered to kill you. Either you do what I want, or I'll rip out your throat," he threatened, letting go of her.
"Fuck you, Dean Winchester," she growled, holding her arm.
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Disparagingly, he laughed and closed his eyes, which were black as night with another blink.
Stunned, Antoinette stared at the demon before her. Never would she have expected Dean, of all people, to be a monster. Hastily, she hurried away from him, down the hall. As quickly as she could, she grabbed a gun with devil-trap cartridges and loaded it awkwardly. She took cover behind the kitchen counter and listened until Dean would come. Calmly, he retrieved his blade, enjoying the sensation that coursed through his body as soon as he touched the magical object.
"So you do want to play, okay, I'll go along with your game then, but only one of us is going to walk out of here alive and since I can't die, I guess it won't be you," he called through the house, calmly moving through the rooms.
The demon liked to track and hunt his prey. Tony deliberately held her breath as she heard Dean's footsteps approaching, but the monster had already scented them.
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"You call yourself a hunter and you're hiding from me? That's not exactly going to be a heroic death for you," he sneered, pushing open the door to the kitchen.
