(1) The Devil's Hybrid (D. Winchester)

Chapter Thirty

An alarm clock flips from 5:59 to 6:00 and starts beeping. Dean's shuts it off before wrapping around the waist of Erika. He nuzzles into the back of her neck sliding his hand up under her vest top.

"Dean" she complains weakly, he chuckles as she rolls onto her back, he kisses her.

"Morning, Eri" he whispers against her lips, she smiles.

"Morning yourself, love" she tells him back, he nudges her nose and smiles before kissing her again and pulling her thigh around his waist.

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Erika sets a travel mug of coffee on the side and places another under the nozzle of a coffee machine, Dean places his hand on her waist from behind, she smirks and wiggles her hips slightly. He presses himself up against her back. He wears business dress with his hair slicked down.

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Dean holding Erika's hand crosses the street to a silver Toyota Prius, they both climb in, Dean starts the car. Rock music blares. Dean looks at it, confused, and changes the station.

"NPR Morning Edition. It's time for this waste and..." Dean drives off in the Prius.

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Dean and Erika get out of the elevator and cross the lobby. There's a Sandover Bridge & Iron history display along one wall. Erika stops at a desk outside of an office labeled "Dean Smith—Director, Sales & Marketing". She sets her bag on the desk and turns to Dean who smirks and kisses her. He offers her a wink before heading into the office. Erika turns to her desk and adjusts her name plate: Erika Smith – Personal Assistant.

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Later: Dean flips his tie over his shoulder and eats a salad, Erika sits across from him with her own salad, she laughs and looks to him, he smiles warmly at her.

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Later: Dean is standing and speaking into the headset.

"Net profitability aside, it's the client-retention rate that concerns me vis-à-vis maximizing return on sales. Buzz me back once you've seen the spreadsheets" Someone enters the office. "Mr. Adler"

"Dean" Adler slaps Dean on the shoulder. "Good stuff"

"Good stuff?"

"Big things. Good stuff"

"Good stuff"

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Dean is sitting at his desk playing with something and speaking into the headset.

"Oh I hear you. No, I haven't been to the gym in ages. Carrying a little bloat around myself. It's a sedentary lifestyle, my man, no two ways. —All right, tell me one more time. You said lemon and—what was it? Cayenne and maple syrup, are you serious? How much did you lose?" Dean asks looking to the doorway as Erika appears, she smiles at him, he smiles back and puts some files in a case before leaves the office with her, still on the phone.

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Erika is checking her phone, Dean wraps an arm around her waist. The elevator dings. Erika enters, focused on the phone. Dean looks over at the other occupant of the elevator, who is staring at them: it's Sam, who's wearing a short-sleeved shirt that says "Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. Tech Support".

"Do I know you?" Sam asks.

"I don't think so"

"I'm sorry, man, you two just look really familiar"