What have I gotten myself into?

Vampires and beer

Dean

She came out of the bathroom and I Instantly got hard. The girl was in these jeans that hugged her in all the right places, her shirt looked like it was painted on it was so tight and she had just enough skin showing of her stomach I wanted to lick it. I quickly looked at Sammy, his eyes were nearly pouring out of his head. I'm going to kill that boy, mark my words. "Do you think they'll want me?" she asked. Are you fucking kidding me?! I think every living thing with eyes will want her looking like this. "Trust me you'll be fine." I said trying to hide the huskiness in my voice. God this girl does things to me.

Willow

The way he was looking at me made me want to rip off my clothes and take him right here and right now. I actually had to think about my breathing to ensure that I didn't start to pant. He was looking at me like a wild animal and I was his prey, his nostrils were flared and his chest was heaving. "Okay boys my shift starts in 20 minutes let's go." I said surprisingly smooth. "You calling shotgun again? I'm willing to share." winked Sam. "Yeah somehow I think you'd be dead before she sat on your lap." replied dean harshly. I let out a small giggle and pushed Sam. Dean looked between the two of us grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me in the air over his shoulder. The boy was like a caveman fighting over a rock. "PUT ME DOWN FUCKTARD I WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE THROAT DONT TEST ME!" I screamed. As turned on I was thinking about how rough the sex would be I couldn't help but be pissed. I'm not some object to be claimed! "I will put you down safely in the back seat." he said through gritted teeth. As he put me down I used it to my advantage. I pushed my body against his as I slid down. I felt his roc hard erection press into my stomach and it took every inch of strength I had to slowly turn around bend over, push my self against him and slowly climb into the car. His low growl coming from his throat was a very good sign that I was on the right track. Dean wobbled around the car adjusting himself along the way. He got in and started to blast "eye of the tiger." he sped his way out the parking lot and we were on our way. The whole ride to the bar I caught him looking at me through the rear view mirror. As turned on as dean made me I had to stop thinking like this. I can't possibly think of being with someone after Chuck, how could I ever trust someone again? My mind wandered back to that dreadful day. After he told me what selling my soul entails I cried. I cried for my stupidity, my eternal life to be in pain, I mean think about it. I will always for the end of time be tortured, there will be no end, no escape, nothing but pure torture and pain in hell. I would be spending eternity in hell all because my fiancé wanted a great acting career. I could never trust someone again, not fucking ever. The lie about having a little sister being killed by werewolves is tragic enough that no one questions me on it. I could never let someone see me as weak or stupid in love. I am stronger than I've ever been and I won't let my past ruin my life now as lonely as it is. My thoughts were pushed away as we arrived at the bar.