Supernatural Prefrences

Demon!Dean

For my Angel, whom I love very much x

I was sat at the bar, gun pressing into the small of my back from where it was hiding in my jeans. My beer nearly finished as I took another sip, glancing at the barman signalling for another drink. Smiling he hands me a beer and plants his hands on the counter beside me, looking me over. "You good there angel?" He asks-sorry slurs, a slight up tilt to his voice. Clearly someone loves to sample the goods. I glanced up at him over my bottle, nearly choking on the sip in my mouth when he winks at me. oh god, please tell me he's not flirting with me. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, slowly placing my bottle on the counter, looking up to smirk at him. "I'm perfectly alright, darling" I replied sarcastically, glaring at him in hopes he'd catch my drift. He just chuckled and smiled at me, showing off his rotten teeth. "Oh I know you are angel." I scoffed at his attempt, my lip curling up in disgust. Does he think he has a chance with me? He's like 50! I glanced up at him and took in the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, quickly moving my guess up to 60. He seemed to get my point when I shot him a glare and slammed my bottle down onto the counter, huffing and mumbling something about how I'd missed out on the best damn night of my life. Ha! Thanks man but I'd prefer if you just gave me another beer, thanks.

When I was halfway through my beer I glanced around the bar again, taking in the drunks attempting to flirt with the waitresses, who were fast to turn down they're advances. I'd love for them to try that on Jo, I'd sit back and watch as she would hand them they're asses back and tell them to buzz off, she wasn't that type of girl. I miss Jo. She was the reason I was here, found me this job. Of course Ellen hadn't liked it but we'd managed to convince her I would be fine, it was only a nest of four vamps. There had been a rumour going around that there was a vampire nest hiding up in Arizona and they'd kidnapped a few politicians, not that I care about them, and some kids from the local secondary school. I'd followed the lead to a security guard at the bank who told me (off the books naturally) that one of them frequents this bar and so here I am, sitting in the dingiest bar I've ever seen sipping crappy beer. I'd seen no sign of this vamp and to be honest I was getting bored. Clearly he wasn't going to make a show today, might as well head back to my motel and start fresh tomorrow. Might even grab some burgers on the way. Sighing I threw some notes onto the bar and finished my beer before turning and heading for the door. I didn't get far.

Next thing I knew I was pinning the wall by a creep who's eyes were bloodshot red, saliva dripping form his mouth. "Hiya sweetie" He purrs, his eyes raking over my face. I gagged when the smell of his breath hit me, not even wanting to figure out what I was smelling. I drew in a deep breath of fresh air, turning my head to the right. When I could breath again I turned back towards him, ignoring the creep smile on his lips as my left hand moved to the pocket hidden in my jacket, fingers curling around the hilt of the blade. I glared at him and gripped the blade tighter in my hand, pulling it out of my jacket and pointing it at his gut. "Mate, you better let me go otherwise this lovely blade will be embedded in you within a few seconds and to be honest with you, I don't want to dirty it." I pressed the blade forward a bit, pressing it into his skin through his thin t-shirt watching his eyes widen in surprise. His arm loosened against my chest giving me the chance to grab his arm as I brought my knee up and smacked it into his groin, his ooft evident even in the noise of the bar. I dropped his arm and shoved him back, the bar silent now as they now turned to watch the fight. God they're like vultures. The man snarls and runs at me, filth spilling from his mouth and he does so. I sighed and moved to the side as he reached me, my foot kicking out to trip him up, his face smashing into the wall as he crumples to the ground. I stared at him for a moment waiting to see if he was done, feeling slightly disappointed when he doesn't move again. Idiot. I turned back to face the bar, lifting my arms and looking at them all, "Anyone else want a go at me?" I asked, sarcasm dripping from my tongue as I glared at them all.