Supernatural OneShots

No Escape

"Do you even want him back?" Sam says, suddenly raising his voice at me.

I cross my arms, saying, "Of course I do, I just....I kind of...want to see...how he is...demonically."

Sam rolls his eyes, saying, "You're kidding right? He'd probably kill you! He won't remember you, because it's not him!"

"I know that, Sammy, but we can't just force the demon out. We need to give him a chance."

"I don't know what else we can do, Als. But you're gonna' have to talk to him, cuz he sure won't listen to me."

I say, aligning my jeans up with my bellybutton, "Yeah okay; fine, I'll do it."

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"Dean?" I call, hoping he won't scare the life out of me. The bar is completely empty, but is clean as if no one's been there in a while.  

I hear something, and spin around, seeing Dean lounging in a booth. "Hey sweetheart, Sam send you to have a persuasive chat?" he asks, downing a shot of [probably] alcohol. 

I cross my arms over my chest, and say, leaning against the bar counter, "I'm actually not entirely sure what I came for, to be completely transparent with you."

He smirks, and I realize that there's a little bit of skin showing in lots of places. I'm too lazy to cover them up, so I just continue to stand there, feeling a bit awkward.

He asks, standing up, "Then maybe I can help you with that."

I start to get scared, because he's walking towards me, but I can't go anywhere. 

I watch him make his way over to me, and realize that he's not much different from Dean at all. Same face, same clothes, same bowlegs, same hands. I feel myself relax a bit, not realizing that I'm getting comfortable to a demon. 

His hands touch my hips, and pull me into him, but I push myself away, saying, "I don't think that's a good idea, Dean."

He asks, tilting his head a little (kind of like Cas does), "Oh? And why's that?"

I say, moving away from him, "Well I...I don't know, but I don't think we should-"

"Oh yes you do. You've been wanting to since you met me. C'mon; don't lie to yourself."

I shake my head, then say, "Okay fine, that's true, but I know you're not Dean."

"How do you know for sure? I could just be a slightly upgraded version of me."

"I doubt that. But what do want me to say? That I'll go through with it because you asked?"

"Do you want me to ask?"

"I don't know!...maybe?"

He raises his eyebrows, saying, "Really? Well, maybe I can assure you."

Dean puts his hands on the counter on either side of me, blocking me from getting away. He leans in really close, but before his mouth touches mine, I blurt, "Wait!"

He asks, "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

I say, feeling myself quivering a little bit [but not enough for him to notice], "Well, I obviously know that you're a demon, but your 'Mark of Cain' sword or whatever it is, is kind of freaking me out."

He pulls it out, out of nowhere, and says, holding it close to my face, "What, this? You think I'd hurt you, sweetheart?"

I just hold his gaze as he swipes the blade quickly down one of my cheeks; I barely register the pain. I suddenly grab it, and toss it across the room, seeing it slide into a pile of ketchup. (at least I hope that's ketchup)

I ask, "So are you really still Dean in there somewhere, or are you just possessing him?"

He chuckles, saying, "Oh princess, it's really me, believe me. I've just been upgraded, that's all."

My cheek starts to sting a little, and I wince, hoping he won't notice. 

He does. 

He wipes his thumb over it, gently, then licks his thumb, tasting my blood. He smiles, then pulls me to him, saying, "Hell, I'm gonna' eat you, and you'll be screaming for hours."

I feel my body react, but in a different way than I was expecting. I'm not scared apparently; I'm aroused. Leave it to me to have weird reactions to things that normal people would be like 'what the heck' to.

I blurt, a bit dazed, "That's...awesome."

He asks, a little shocked, "W...what?"

I gasp, "I'm excited."

I feel my body slowly start to move to him, and he looks me up and down, smirking, and saying, "I can see that."

I say, forcing myself to stop all movements, "You just have to promise me that you won't kill me, injure me, and or leave me for dead."

He replies, "Princess, I'd never kill you or leave you to die. I may be part demon, but I still want you, I promise."

I say, "Good enough for me. Now, fuck me. Fuck me right here on this counter."

He smirks, and I see a flash of black in his eyes. He lifts me up on the counter and stands between my legs, kissing me, and running his fingers all over me. 

(A/N): I apologize that I just CANNOT write the smut to this. Just imagine the dirtiest, most pleasurable thing you can think of, and dwell on that. Again, so sorry. I'll probably post one smutty one-shot with Demon Dean later. There will be one that's a character insert in 'Soul Survivor'. It'll be part 2 of this one.