Tainted [Demon!Dean]

09 - Thrown Into the Fire, Adapted to the Heat

09 – Thrown Into the Fire, Adapted to the Heat

Dean and Selina continued their road trip across the States. They made several stops along the way, killing as they pleased. The celebration always ended up with drinking and a good amount of sex.

This newest bout of sex was no different. But each time, Selina always had an enjoyable experience. Dean certainly knew what he was doing.

"Dare I say it, you may not get any better than that," Selina panted. The two hadn't even made it to the bed in this motel room; they had fucked on the floor. Currently, Selina's back was a bit sore. Being pounded into something that wasn't the bed was not the most comfortable of feelings. "Can I make a suggestion?"

"No whips or chains."

"I was gonna suggest next time, we make it to the bed first. Floors are not as comfortable."

"You couldn't wait, either. You dragged me down first!"

"You didn't exactly stop." Selina propped herself up, taking note of slight hickeys along her breasts. This was the first time Dean had truly left any marks...on her breasts. Her inner thighs were a much different story.

"Um, what are you doing?" Dean asked as Selina began to gather her clothes.

"I'll scope out the next prey. I'm not walking out naked. Yeah, it'd attract attention, but, not how I want to do things."

"Mm, well, as long as only I get to see you like this, I'll let it slide."

Selina began to notice that Dean was being possessive of her. It wasn't on an extreme, dangerous level. But it would peek out every now and again. For now, it was nothing to worry about. She was more worried about the day Dean would call it quits with their "partnership" and leave her to her own devices.

Once Selina was dressed, she stepped out into the night. Aside from the motel vacancy sign, not much else lit the area up. So when Selina sensed a familiar, demonic presence that wasn't Dean, she wasn't all too surprised by the visit.

"Well, someone looks unhappy," Selina noted of Lissa.

The orange-haired demon scowled. "Your task was to keep an eye on him, not to sleep with him!"

"Hey, he's not threatening the King's life. Be thankful. He's only slaughtering humans, not demons." Selina's eyes squinted. "Have you been tracking us?"

"How else do you think I find you, dipshit? I keep a very healthy distance, especially from Winchester. He's more likely to kill me than you are. But, then again, you're so up his ass, you just might turn against your own kind."

"He's not converting me to his ways. He's showing me my true strength."

"He's also using you as a sex toy." Lissa shook her head. "Nowhere did we instruct—"

"I signed no contract, so, really, how much value do words hold? As I said, Dean is in control. He's fine."

"You're playing with fire, Selina."

"Our King threw me into the fire, I'm just adapting to the heat. How much do you tell him about my assignment?"

"I can't bear to tell him that you're sleeping with Dean Winchester." Lissa gagged. "It makes me want to puke just thinking about it."