Smirking, he headed for the mop of hair just visible over the counter.
"I got you," he grinned, leaning over her.
Blindly, she took a single shot, but just missed Dean. On her second attempt, she at least aimed at him, but he pushed her away just as she pulled the trigger. The projectile grazed Dean's cheek, leaving a bloody gash. Inevitably, anger rose in him and he bared his teeth. An unearthly growl escaped his throat that Tony had never heard from a demon before. At that moment, she guessed that Dean wasn't just possessed by a demon, but that he must be one himself. Only she was unaware that the Winchester was no ordinary black-eyed demon.
Nimbly, she slid across the tile floor before Dean could lunge with his blade. A deep indentation appeared where the bone hit the wood of the cabinet, but it would not be the only one. The two fought their way through the kitchen into the living room and through the rest of the house.
Completely out of breath, Antoinette wanted to make a move and just escape through the front door, but with her injured shoulder, she couldn't get the door open fast enough and Dean managed to grab her. The slayer was thrown across the hall and landed on the floor in front of the it. She whimpered in pain and had no chance to grab her weapon, let alone get up fast enough. Triumphantly, Dean approached her. He held the blade tightly in his hand, ready to kill her.
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"Do it already," she gasped, her loyal brown eyes looking up at him pleadingly.
For a moment he just looked at her, weighing whether he should do it quickly or whether it would be worth letting the brunette suffer some more. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. Silently, he pushed her in front of him all the way down to the boiler room, where he pushed her to the floor.
"Why don't you just kill me," she cried desperately.
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"Because I'm not done with you yet!" he replied, searching for anything useful to gag her.
Finally he found a string and tied it against a kettle. While she sobbed and accepted her fate, he crouched in front of her and lifted her head with his blade.
"The game here is by my rules, it's up to you if you want to join in, but if not I'll just leave you down here and you'll die slowly and agonizingly as I've been instructed."
Hesitantly she nodded, avoiding looking at him. Satisfied, Dean smiled and rose again.
"I like it much better like this," he said, eyeing her, "But there's one thing that still bothers me."
Quick as a flash, he cut the straps of her top, which slid right down. Antoinette was trembling all over, expecting him to take now what she had offered him earlier, but she definitely didn't want to get any closer to the demon. Dean, however, had no interest whatsoever in sleeping with the woman, now or later. It would only destroy the illusion in his mind. Wordlessly, he turned away and went upstairs, only to return a little later with a bundle of clothes.
"Put this on, no one wants you walking around like a hooker," he ordered and untied her bonds.
Patiently he waited until she was ready and stepped in front of her. With this outfit she resembled Josie even more, only the pained look didn't match. Slowly he reached out to her and Tony expected the worst, but Dean merely righted her shoulder with a few deft moves. A little puzzled, she looked at him and mumbled a thank you under her breath.
"Now sit back down," he ordered indifferently.
Artfully she obeyed so that he could tie her up again.
Half asleep, Tony leaned against the boiler that gave her warmth. When someone approached her, she startled and looked up at Dean. He was covered in blood, obviously that of his victims, but the most shocking thing about it was his unrepentant look.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, leaning down to her.
"No," she lied uncertainly, though her stomach growled.
"Maybe later, after I wash the blood off," he said, looking at his jacket, "This was a group of teenagers, these kids these days really have no respect."
"You killed teenagers?" she asked incredulously.
"Not my first," he replied coolly, looking at her stunned face, "Oh sweetheart, so scared and innocent."
With his bloodied fingers, he reached for her face and forced her to look at him.
"Everyone only saw the hunter in me, the one who only killed for good, but let's face it, I just enjoy it," he explained, gently stroking a strand behind her ear, "When they let themselves be hunted and fight for their lives, to the point where they beg for a merciful death. All humans are monsters and those who claim not to be are lying."
The green eyes looked at Tony and seemed strangely warm compared to what he was saying.
"Are you a monster, Josephine?" he asked with almost childlike innocence.
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Overwhelmed, she just stared at him and didn't know what to say, so she nodded hesitantly. She was convinced she wasn't a monster, but she preferred to tell Dean what he wanted to hear.
"And can a monster love another monster?"
"I don't know," she muttered.
The demon seemed unhappy with her answer, but he accepted it. He would ask her this question many more times, every day to be exact. On the third day, Antoinette slowly understood what Dean was trying to do. He showed her his darkest side by telling her about his murders, showing her the blood that was on him and his blade, and always asking her if she could love him knowing what he was capable of.
