Title: Demon Killer
Sequel to: Hell
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Chloe and Dean finally escape hell, having 'fun' with the humans of a small village close to where the hells gate opened. But their fun and games end when the Demon Killer arrives, and they find out that Lucifer is very much real.
Written for my LiveJournal Paranormal25 150 Prompt Table. Prompt of the day #23
The first thing she noticed when she woke up was the fact that her arms were sore...and tied up above her.
Eyes flying open, her moment of panic melted into interest as she realized that the weight she'd felt resting over her hips was Dean, as he straddled her, looking both aroused and angry.
"You used your powers against me." He sneered down at her, his host's pretty face marred by the action.
Chloe grinned up at him. "I thought you liked it when I did that."
Dean's sneer turned into a slight leer. "Baby, I like it when my clothes get a little torn up, or when you give me just enough pain to make me cum till I'm dry, but not to force me to be vulnerable when there were enemy demons on the loose."
"You were protected. They're dead now." She wanted her hands free so she could run them up his chest, under his shirt, over his host's muscles.
He leaned over her in a swift, deadly motion, grabbing her hair and jerking her head back painfully, hissing into her ear. "It's my
duty to protect you
, not the other way around!"
Lips parted in a breathless moan, Chloe looked at the host's face as Dean turned so that his face was above her, threatening...and yet it wasn't scary when those blue eyes were darkened in lust, obviously barely keeping himself from devouring her lips and taking advantage of her situation.
The blonde bucked her hips.
Dean groaned, tightening his hold on her hair, causing a low hiss to escape her lips.
Eyes darkening in desire, Chloe looked up at the host. Most of the times she still saw Dean as Dean, although sometimes, in moments like these, the host's true visage would peek through. She could see his blue eyes, his wavy sun bleached blonde hair, and the golden tan that both attributed to the fact that the host had enjoyed the beach and...and the gym...if his defined muscle tone had anything to say about it. He was a relatively mouthwatering specimen, but Chloe preferred Dean to the host, her demon was much better looking in her opinion.
I'm supposed to be pissed right now!" He snarled right before his lips came down punishingly on hers, leaving bruises with the force and power behind the kiss.
Moaning, Chloe arched up into him, feeling Dean's arm encircle her, pulling her up into him, while he balanced their weight on his other hand.
Her arms hurt a little, from being tied at such an awkward angle, but she ignored the discomfort, refusing to stop kissing Dean. She was desperate for his taste, for his touch, for the soft hint of sulfur and brimstone in his musk whenever he got aroused. It reminded her of home, and just made her feel safe and at home.
Dean's arm around her lowered so that his fingers were teasing on her lower back right under the waist of her skirt. His fingers trailed lazy yet possessive patterns over her skin, and she knew he would have branded her as his if she'd have allowed him to.
Even though in hell Dean had kept his hands to himself, he hadn't made it a full day in the body of his host before pushing her down on the ground and making a shameless wanton out of her.
"Dean..." She whimpered, feeling that pulsating, starving need at the vee of her thighs as she bucked up against him once more. The blonde tried opening her thighs but Dean used his to keep hers tightly together, still keeping in control long enough to realize what the best sort of punishment for her was.
Her curse of complaint was devoured by his lips as the kiss grew more needy and punishing and angry.
She wasn't the only one being aroused and angry at the fact that they weren't doing anything to sate the hunger.
By punishing her, Dean was unwittingly punishing himself...and if Chloe played her cards right she could break him.
She could always break him, bend him to her will, make him hers and only hers.
It was one of the things that drove her wild about him.
Even in this she strove for power and dominance, and Dean...Dean was...
"That feels good." She whispered huskily, mouth latching itself to his neck, nibbling it just hard enough to feel pressure before soothing the pain with her tongue.
He bucked wildly, his grip on her tightening instinctively as the nibbles gradually grew harder. "Fuck!"
"Exactly." She groaned into his skin, calculating, feeling the grip his thighs had around her slackening. When she gave a hard bite, he cried out, in near frenzy as he held onto the last shard of control, trying to keep control of himself and say no, to remember that he was supposed to be punishing her.
Taking the opportunity, she freed her legs from his hold and wrapped her thighs around him, bringing him in contact with her heated core.
Dean went still above her, body shaking in his battle to try and remain in control, to see through the punishment.
Chloe began to rub herself against his tented hard-on. "Can you feel it? Feel how warm and wet I am for you? How I need you? You're driving me wild, Dean. I need you inside of me, to fu---."
!" He snarled in angry defeat, letting go of her, hands going to his jeans as he battled with the top button.
She grinned up at him, victory assured.
A knock sounded on the door.
"Fuck off!" Dean snarled like an animal, shoving off his pants and boxers in one go, lining himself up against her.
"It's me." The Demon Killer, Sam, could be heard.
Dean froze, just as he'd been about to enter her, head lowering as a growl left his lips. "Not
the best time Sammy!"
"I don't give a fuck." Sam announced. "I came here to talk to Chloe about the deal."
"Dean..." Chloe's eyes widened. "The deal."
"I don't give a rat's ass about the deal!" He hissed against her lips.
"This might be the only thing keeping Lucifer locked up!" She hissed back at him. "So give a rat's ass because I don't plan on leaving you for him but I won't have a choice if he gets free, will I?"
That stopped Dean cold in his tracks, eyes going demonic black at the thought. "I don't care if he's the goddamned Morning Star! I'll kill him myself if he thinks he can keep you all to himself!"
She smiled up at him. "I know you would if you could. But why go to all that trouble when we can just keep him from coming up in the first place?"
"I hate you and your ability to think logically in times like this." He complained, sliding off of her and pulling back up his pants. "Hold on a second, Sam. We need a second to be decent for your girlishly sensitive eyes." Dean grabbed a knife and sliced off the rope holding Chloe tied, giving her a moment to straighten her clothes before he opened the door. "Dude." He glared at his brother. "Your timing sucks worse than it used to. Seriously."
Something was off about the Demon Killer, he was tense, angry and hurt, and his eyes conveyed something so close to jealousy that Chloe was shocked. He was looking between them as if they'd betrayed him, as if his heart was broken and he was furious and yet controlling himself.
It was the expression of a lover scorned, betrayed in the worst possible of ways.
And it confused her.
Had Sam...liked his brother in that
way before hell?
Her eyes widened.
What if Sam's 'lover and brother' were the same person???
Was that what Meg had been referring to?
Sam had seemed utterly possessive when she'd met him before!
hadn't seen that one coming!
What if he wanted Dean back with him?
The thought unnerved her.
She...she could share Dean with him...she'd have been lying if she didn't say that the thought of having the other brother in her bed didn't fill her with a heated longing and need...but she wasn't willing to give up Dean, even if it meant keeping Lucifer locked up in whatever celestial prison he was in. Dean was hers, and she refused to give him up completely, Demon Killer or no Demon Killer. If Sam told her that that was his price, to have Dean all to himself again, she'd tell him to fuck off and that the deal was off.
Don't pass Go and don't collect $200.
"So you found us." She spoke because the silence was stifling. "Your tracking skills are commendable, Demon Killer, though your sense of timing is rather faulty." She leaned a hip against the wall and folded her arms over her chest. "Where's the other hunter? The one Dean called Bobby?"
The Demon Killer sighed. "We parted ways this morning. He---he didn't see things the way I did."
Chloe wondered if this was true or if the other hunter was laying in waiting somewhere trying to spring a trap for them.
"Let me guess," Dean sneered, folding his arms over his chest. "He told you 'Sammy, don't be an idgit
, Dean's a demon now, you can't trust anything he says! We need to kill him and put his soul to rest!' How am I doing?"
"It was...something...along that line." For some reason Sam's gaze went to Chloe before going back to his brother. "He didn't like me working with Ruby, and after I told him what Chloe told me last night he feels vindicated. He believes what Chloe told me about Ruby and Lilith, but he doesn't believe that you two wouldn't want Lucifer to rise."
"He's a hunter." Dean shrugged. "Had it been me I would have thought the same."
It unnerved Chloe to remember that Dean had once been a hunter.
She couldn't imagine her Pit Master being one of their persecutors.
She didn't like the thought at all.
Dean sneered. "As if I'd want that heaven-spanked pansy walking aboveground, free." His gaze went to Chloe. "If that happened I'd kill the fucker myself."
She smiled at him. "I know you would."
Sam looked down at his shoes, a muscle jumping viciously in his cheek, a strange intensity flashing through his eyes.
His power spiked aggressively, and Chloe turned towards him in shock as her power sensed his and reacted.
This man...the Demon Killer...he was intensely powerful!
Especially for someone who'd never gotten a hold of a Book of Damnation!
It made her more wary and intrigued with him.
She licked her lips, staring at him.
The man was very appealing to the eye, and his level of power...it would have made him an adonis to her even if he'd been the most ugly person in the universe.
Jumping slightly at Dean's snarl, Chloe looked at him, surprised.
His eyes were black and narrowed.
Sam was looking between them, before smirking slowly.
It was a decidedly evil look.
She quite liked it.
"Let's get back to business, why don't we?" Clearing her throat, she turned her attention to the younger brother. "Is there anything I can give you in exchange for Lilith's life? Do you have a deal to propose?"
"Yes, I do." Sam finally spoke, gaze turning to her hot and heated.
She blinked in surprise, eyes widening.
Dean growled low and warningly.
She took in a deep breath and looked away.
She could feel Sam's smirk growing.
"And what is it that you want?" She asked, unable to keep the wariness out of her voice.
"Yeah." Dean walked over to Chloe and placed a possessive arm around her waist. "What do you want, Sammy?"
The Demon Killer smirked as he watched them, saying the last words either of them would have ever expected. "A partnership."