Little Innocent Lamb - Demon!Dean One Shot

Demon!Dean has fallen for a young college student, Claire, who really has no clue who he is or where he came from. He's convinced her to do things a goodie two shoes like herself would even dream of doing. Now, he's finally going to reveal who (or rather, what) he is to her.

Claire's POV

        I woke up in the dead of night. Well, I wish it was dead. There was a party going on down the hall from my dorm room. I swore at the noise, then proceeded to clamber out of bed into my miniscule kitchen-esque room. I peeked into the mini fridge, which had three shelves, the topmost mine, the middle, the shared one, and the last my roommate's. She appeared to be at the party, along with the 6-pack of beers she had stashed on her shelf the day before. I shook my head, closing the door as quickly as I had opened it. I didn't really know what I was looking for, but it definitely wasn't there. I'd check back in a few minutes to see if it was there.

        I did that same procedure with every cabinet, circled back to the fridge, and repeated 3 times before I realized that I really wasn't hungry or thirsty, but rather bored. So I wandered back to my bed, unplugged my phone from it's charger by the wall, laid down, and checked all those stupidly addictive Facebook games. No requests at all. I didn't really expect there to be, considering how my friend count was only slightly bigger than a dog's. In all, I think I had 3 friends, 10 aqquaintances, and the rest of everyone I was cordial to, but never really friendly. They didn't care, and neither did I.

        I set my phone on my bed and continued to wander around the dorm. I never slept well, but it was a Friday night, so I slept even less. The repulsive rap music had quieted a bit, which made me wonder if they A) had been caught by Mrs. Numre, the Filch of our college or B) had been yelled at by more than 10 students to "SHUT THE HELL UP OR I TELL". Honestly, the only thing about these get togethers that bothers me is that they have is that literally everyone else is invited except me. Not that I really go, but it'd be nice to know I exist outside of group study at the park.

        I finally gave up on trying to stay awake as I couldn't think of anything that I'd care to do, so I flopped onto my bed and pulled the messy blankets over me and did my best to drown out the music with thoughts of fictional worlds. When the music's volume increased again, I played my own  favorite melodys through my earbuds that I joined with my phone. I Live Alone by Sky Sailing was the first song that played when I hit shuffle. I hummed along with the words.

        I was 22, alone with nothing to do and I couldn't sleep

        'Cause all those cold days returned with their old ways of causing new apathy

        If that didn't describe my current situation, nothing ever would. I merely listened to the other words, as they lacked any importance to my life at this point in time, considering the next verse sang about a 21 year old girl... Who knows, maybe, despite the odds, I'd end up with some chick a year younger than me. I nearly laughed out loud. Guys are so much more attractive to me though. I mean, have you seen Daniel Radcliffe?

        I soon grew sleepy, shut off my music, brain, and vision. Maybe sleep could find a way to me after all...

        BANG

        I always found a way of jinxing everything I did.

       My guess was that the banging at the door was Myra, my roommate, trying to get in with her drunken boyfriend. I got up, trying to make my hair at least a little less jungle like on the way to the door. I unbolted the lock and opened it to reveal someone I never expected to see again. I stood there, the door ajar, gaping at the man in front of me.