The Demon's Girl

Chapter 16

Kim's p.o.v

I came home from another day at work, tired and exhausted. I still never got over what Sam and Dean said back then about Patrick being a demon. I mean, it's not like Brendon Urie transforming into the devil in Emperor's New Groove.

"Pattycakes, I'm home," I yelled. I looked around and saw the house was completely dark, which made me a bit curious. I walked over to the staircase and saw each steps was covered in rose petals and had vanilla scented candles in most likely got them from Bed Bath and Beyond. I raised an eyebrow and walked up the steps, getting more curious about what was Patrick planning.

I slowly opened our door and bit my lip when I saw Patrick just lying under the covers with a smirk. "Welcome home, princess," he said.

"Patrick, what's all this?" I questioned him, glancing at the wine bottle sitting in a bucket with ice that was positionee next to the bed.

"I thought we could have a little us-time, since we haven't done anything together in a while," Patrick explained.

I walked to him and sat on the bed. "Did Pete put you up to this? You know we don't have to if you're not comfortable," I assured him.

Patrick sat up and pressed his lips on mine. His soft, sweet lips that I've grown to love fit perfectly with mine, as if it was some sort of puzzle piece. Patrick wasted no time to get me out of my clothes, just leaving me in my red bra and matching panties, courtesy of Victoria's Secret.

I threw the covers off him and giggled when I saw him try to cover himself up. He's adorable. "Baby, it's fine. This is your moment to let your sexy beast take over," I said.

I pushed his hands off his length and swallowed it whole, sucking him off while staring at him innocently.

"God, that feels amazing," he moaned. "Fuck. Keep sucking, your little slut."

I smiled and did whhat I was told, gripping onto his length and rubbing my hand up and down. It turned me on when he dirty talked me during sex.

"Does daddy like his treatment? Does daddy want more?" I teased him.

Patrick moaned and his breath quickened. I knew it was a matter of time before he came. I jerked him off faster and faster, sucking at the tip until him sweet cum leaked into my mouth. Being the good little girl I was, I swallowed every last drop down my throat.

"Daddy tastes yummy. I want more of daddy's juice," I whispered.

"Shut up, bitch," Patrick barked. He slipped his hand into my underwear, but stopped. He felt around and glared at me. "Wait... are you on your period?"

I giggled and nodded. He groaned and shoved me off. Gently of course. "The one day I try to be romantic, this happens," he whined.

"How was I supposed to know you were going to try and have sex?" I asked him. "You'll just have to take a raincheck."

Patrick glared at me and stuck out his tongue like a little kid. We both heard a loud crash from downstairs, making us sit up in alert.

"What was that?" I asked.

Patrick got out of the bed and hurriedly got dressed, and took the gun that was stashed between the mattresses. "Stay here while I go check it," he said.

"Do you want me to call the cops?"

Patrick shook his head and walked out. This never happened before and I got worried.

Sam's p.o.v

"Dean!" I whispered harshly at him, staring at the now shattered portrait on the groud.

"It was an accident, I fell," Dean defended himself.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. It was times like this that I wish I had a normal brother.

"Hello? Pete?" I heard Patrick call out. I grabbed Dean and we his under the dining room table. I watched him walk into the living room and picked up the portait Dean had so graciously broken.

"This was my one year anniversary present Kim gave me," Patrick said.

He set it down and walked over to us. He knelt down and grabbed Dean, dragging him out and beating him up.

"Dean!" I yelled.

Dean punched Patrick back  and got up. "Kind of busy here!" He yelled. "Go find Kim and get the hell out!"

"Stay away from her! She's got nothing to do with this!" Patrick growled.

He threw Dean across the room, leaving brother unconscious after crashing into the TV set. He looked at me, his eyes yellow and his hand now into a hook. "You should have stayed away, Winchester."

Patrick grabbed me by the neck and pinned me to the wall, getting ready to kill me with his hook. "Say hi to my father down in Hell, alright?"

I was about to say something, but a loud scream interrupted me. Patrick turned around and saw Kim staring at Patrick in fright. "It was you," she said, her voice below a whisper. "You killed him. You killed Alex. You were the monster that killed my beat friend!"

Patrick looked at his hook and at Kim. "I-it's not what it looks like," Patrick stuttered.

Kim turned around and ran up the stairs, with Patrick behind her. "Kimberly, wait, I can explain! Kimberly!"

I gasped and walked over to Dean. I helped him up and walked out. Disregarding the noose upstairs and hurriedly got out. I had a feeling things weren't looking well for Kim and Patrick