Queen Of Paradox (Unedited)

An Incubi's Seduction

Lana's (P.O.V)

Lana came awake with a gasp, lurching upright as her wild gaze took in her surroundings. Her heart was racing and her body had broken into a cold sweat. Confusion contorted her facial features as she tried to catch her breath. She was...terrified? Why? And the weirdest part is that the fear wasn't for herself. She took a deep breath and tried to figure out what made the most sense, where was she. Her perusal of her surroundings was slower this time and more intent. She was in a king sized bed, spread with black silk sheets that felt cool over her skin. It was one of those four poster beds that made her think of naughty nights. Plush white carpet covered every inch of the floor and looked soft to the touch. A door was ajar to the left of her and she could see clothes hung up on racks. A walk in closet? Two nightstands were positioned beside the bed and both held lamps. A watch was on one of them along with a cup of water.

Lana swung her gaze to the right and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ears. A dresser was set against the wall and a vase with fresh flowers sat in the middle. If she closed her eyes she could smell their sweet scent tickling her nose. Hmm...why did all this seem familiar to her? Like she'd been here before? Suddenly, a long forgotten memory came floating back to her mind. A late spring night. Her and Dean laughing. Beer bottles clinking together, and then...her lips smashed against his and his hand on her waist. Her fingers delving into his short hair, feeling the spikes against her palm. His tongue moving hard and fast against hers- she cut off the memory with a snap, her face flaming red. Holy crap! Did that really happen? Tentatively she cast her gaze around the room once again, this is Dean's home? She brushed her fingers against the sheets...his bed...the thought made her...aroused? Good grief! Was this going to be a common occurrence around Dean and William now? Because it was going to get awkward. Fast.

William! Oh God! She lifted a shaky hand to her quivering lips, her eyes large with fear. How had she even forgotten for a second? They had left him in that hellhole! Who knows what kind of torture he was going through at the hands of that witch? She had to go back! She flung off the sheets and scrambled off the bed. She stumbled as pain erupted in her chest then fanned out to the rest of her body. She gave a sharp cry and doubled over. Just like that Dean flew into the room and wrapped an arm around her waist holding her upright. "Damn it Lana, I wasn't even gone a minute" he breathed softly, concern heavy in his tone. He scooped her up gently and settled her back on the bed. "Dean?" her voice was strangely coarse and it hurt to speak. What the hell? "What's...wrong with me?" She glanced down at her chest and noticed the gauze wrapped around it, five thin lines of blood marred it. Oh... "Shit! Lana, you reopened them" he snapped, but he didn't meet her gaze. In fact, he hadn't meet her gaze since he came in here. He moved to the nightstand and pulled open the top draw. He took out a first aid kit and rested it on the bed. Lana put her hand on his forearm to get his attention. He paused in the process of opening the kit.

It's not your fault" she whispered, and he tensed beneath her touch. Slowly, he turned his head and his gaze meet hers. Hurt and shame was reflected there. So stark, it made her chest hurt with an intense pain that had nothing to do with her wounds. She cradled his face in her hands so that he was forced to keep eye contact with her. "You know that right?" She didn't want him lugging around that kind of weight on his shoulders because the truth was, it didn't matter who was to blame. There was one thing she knew for sure, she was going to get him back.

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Dean's (P.O.V)

Dean was tempted to close his eyes and lean his face into her soft palms but his conscience wouldn't allow him even that small of a reprieve from his guilt. So many IF's were running through his head. If he hadn't lost his temper at P.O.P, If he hadn't been pinned to that wall, If he had fought harder, If he had told Lana how he felt about her they probably wouldn't have been at P.O.P in the fucking first place, hell, he even regretted leaving William behind. He may not like the bastard but he still respected him and that wasn't something he enjoyed doing. Especially after everything William had told him. Worst of all was the hurt all this brought Lana.