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      Published: 2015-08-02 Updated: 2016-05-08 Chapters: 12/? Words: 36021
****** Blood On My Name ******
by FloodFeSTeR
Summary
     A demonic Dean 'saves' his little friend, fifteen year old Aggie,
     from getting raped in her aunts bar.
     All alone and seeming to care for her, Aggie makes the mistake of
     thinking she's safe with him.
     And he takes full advantage of that.
     ...He takes everything.
     ***starts just before S10 and follows its own plot after that. No
     Darkness. No Cure to the Mark Of Cain. This fic takes a pretty weird,
     dark turn thanks to my co author. Hopefully you all enjoy***
***** Chapter 1 *****
The guy had a really punchable face.
He knows he should stop, he does, but the fucker was asking for it.
Demon or not, Dean Winchester still had some morals.
Moral One: when a girl says no, she means no.
The girl, who he had come to know as Aggie, was curled under a table in the
corner of the room, hugging Dean's coat tight around her naked body. Crowley
was leaning against the front door, watching Dean shatter the man's right cheek
bone; he had encouraged it.
Dean grunted as he drew back his fist one more time, his knuckles aching as he
let the man fall to the ground. He landed with a heavy thud on the floor,
groans sliding past his lips as he slowly slipped off into unconsciousness.
Dean stood above him, fingers curling into fists at his sides as his chest
heaved; couldn't kill him. He spat into the center of his chest and looked over
at Crowley, who disappeared with the man at the snap of his fingers.
Dean licked his bottom lip and looked back at Aggie, who was nothing more than
a quivering ball at this point. He pursed his lips lightly and his steps
sounded so loud as he approached her. Her wet, hazel eyes flew to him, relief
flooding them when she realized it was just him.
He wanted to smirk, if only she knew. . .
"Hey, kid," he reached out for her and she brushed up into his touch, which
brought out the black in his eyes. "Come on, lets get you cleaned up."
She stumbled against him as she looked around, the fingers of her left hand
tightening in the bloody fabric of the shirt over his chest. He swallowed
thickly to keep the purr in check, still aware that -- even though this was
just a kid -- she was very much warm and soft and just oh so naive.
"Where'd he. . ."
Dean tugged her towards the stairs, to the loft above the bar. "Taken care of,"
was all he said.
She nodded and stumbled beside him up the stairs, flushed against his side as
they moved to her bathroom. She had been shutting down the bar for the night,
her aunt had a date and Aggie had told her to go ahead, she could handle it.
And usually she could, usually there was no one coming in at this hour,
especially on their slow day.
If Dean hadn't gotten there when he did, she would have been worse off. But it
was a close call, the drifter had gotten her out of everything but her bra, had
her bent over the table she was hiding under, and then Dean had come in, with
that man Crowley. And it was roaring and evil and bloody. Dean had covered her
up and then had broken into the drifter, who was probably dead right now; not
that she cared either way, she had been scared of Dean's rage but it was a
small justice for what he had tried to do to her.
Aggie squeaked as Dean's big hands gripped her hips and lifted her up onto the
edge of the bathroom counter. She tugged his coat tighter around her while he
smirked and turned on the shower; when had they gotten to the bathroom?
"Dean," she murmured. "I can shower by myself. . ."
"I know," he winked and she tensed, but her belly churned. "Unless you want me
to stay."
She couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up between her lips. He grinned
suggestively and her cheeks flushed, her mind flustered to the point where she
didn't hear him lock the door.
Aggie was feeling just a little better, though she was still pretty shaken by
the whole ordeal. It wasn't the first time Dean had, had to save her, though
last time it was a deadly drunk that was ready to blow her brains out for
shutting down the bar at midnight.
He'd smashed his face in too and stayed with Aggie and her aunt for a few days,
to make sure there were no buddies to worry about. He'd made her feel safe
sometimes, he knew how to make her laugh too and she may or may not have
developed a deep crush on the much-older man. He was just so kind and
thoughtful, he had been suggestive and flirtatious, sure -- but Aggie couldn't
say she didn't enjoy the attention. She didn't get much, unless the men were
trying to grab at her ass or pull her into their laps. That wasn't the
attention she wanted from men, she wanted the attention Dean gave her.
She crashed back down into reality when she felt something brush against her
exposed pussy. Her eyes shot up, found Dean close to her and his pupils were
blown wide, making her tremble in. . .fear. She tried to pull back, wiggle her
hips away from him, but his hand just followed and he finally growled, which
made her stiffen. He let out an odd little hum and his fingers grew heavier,
prodding her and making sharp little tingles shoot through her groin.
Aggie let her lids flutter closed in true pleasure despite the situation, her
thighs shakily spreading as his fingers grew elegantly firm, but not going past
her lips like she wanted -- no, no she didn't want this but God that feels
good. His chest rumbled in a way that said he was pleased with her reaction and
she remembered immediately what was going on and gasped.
"Dean, please," her nails reached back and dug against the tiles, her thighs
trembling as his fingers continued to stroke her sensitive folds. "Please
stop," she begged.
"Sssh," he purred, easing the tip of his finger between her lips. He hummed as
she closed her eyes, pulling his hand from her crotch to stare at the blood on
his finger. "You said he --"
Her eyes flew open. "He didn't," she managed. "I. . .I. . ."
Took him a split second and then her chest tightened when he inhaled deeply,
his eyes opening to reveal nothing but Darkness. She knew it. She knew she had
seen black eyes covering those beautiful green irises she loved.
"Knew it," he hummed, placing both hands on either side of her hips. "Knew the
blood didn't smell right. . ."
Her nostrils flared and she shrunk away from him, moving both of her hands to
block his hand moving up to her pussy. She cried out and arched her back as he
gently massaged her clit, her hips involuntarily thrusting towards his hand.
Her body was heating up, but that could be thanks to the steam coming from the
shower Dean had put on. 
Sure, she found Dean attractive, desirable, but not with those black eyes and
the domineering way he was coming at her.
And yet, it was still making her flush and pant with mild excitement.
"Ya know," he leaned in a little closer, teeth scraping against her jaw line.
"Always had this fantasy. . ."
She couldn't keep her mouth shut. "Yeah. . ." She trembled and squeezed her
eyes shut, moron.
His chest rumble against hers as he leaned over her, cupping the back of her
head until he could gently let her lean against the mirror. "Yeah," he purred,
his tongue lavishing her throat as his teeth followed it, nipping here and
there. "Since I saw ya. . .not the exact event I wanted this to follow but it
had everything to do with you fingering yourself for me."
She swallowed thickly, unwilling to open her eyes and also unwilling to accept
those feelings his touch was plowing her through. Her head was spinning and she
felt sick, even as pleasure rippled through her like a toe in the water. Too
fast, this was all going too fast but she could feel the dam beginning to
crack.
"Dean," she whined, rocking her head back and forth slightly as he sucked on
her clavicle.
"Just do it for me," he murmured, nipping his way back up to her ear. "Do it. .
." he chuckled, fingers wrapping around her thighs and tugging her towards the
edge of the counter. "Like ya did the other night. . .moaning my name when ya
thought you were alone."
She tensed, eyes slowly opening to see that beautiful green back, a mischievous
look replacing aggression. Her lips parted, lower lip trembling before she
swallowed; his eyes honed in on the subtle bob of her throat.
"You. . .you heard me," she whispered.
He grinned. "Nope," he popped his lips on the 'p'.
Her cheeks burned red and she couldn't help herself, she swatted at his chest,
trying not to hyperventilate. "I just want to die. . ."
"Nah," he rubbed her arms gently and she looked up at him. "Gimme a show
first."
His eyes were black.
"I don't want to,"she whispered.
He sighed, looking down and shaking his head. " Just do it," he snapped,
looking up at her with a glare lighting those pitch black eyes.
She jolted and watched him take an intimidating step backwards. He leaned
against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. He was waiting for her to
masturbate in front of him.
"Dean, please," she whispered, quite aware that she had yet to close her legs;
his eyes were baring down on her tender pussy. "Please. Anything else. Not
this."
"Do it," he narrowed his eyes.
Aggie whimpered but, considering she knew there was no way around it, she
wasn't getting away and her traitorous body was turned on, taught like a bow
string and she just wanted to snap. She swallowed slowly, watching him as he
watched her, slowly shrugging his jacket back; her last line of defense. There
was an intense sting in the apex of her thighs, the flesh jiggling as she
trembled on the counters edge. His jaw was clenching rhythmically as she
hesitated; he was getting impatient. She had seen him get impatient with
strangers, but would he really hurt her?
Aggie didn't want to take the chance.
She let out a desperate cry as the tips of her middle and index finger found
her clit, right leg cocking to balance her foot on the edge of the counter; her
skin was on fire in embarrassment and shame, but intense pleasure. She sighed
and bucked her hips up slightly, fingers massaging her clit with firm strokes;
it was nothing compared to how he had felt.
She didn't care if he was watching, didn't care about how she was running out
of hot water, she just cared that this was the first time she was this turned
on since. . .ever. Him watching just seemed to make everything so much
more intense. What was that called? Voyeurism? No, that didn't seem right, but
whatever. Despite how sick this was, it was turning her on. Her fingers
slipped, becoming desperate, trying to reach that peek that was so close. She
gave a small cry and rolled her hips, aching to drive her finger deep into her
but she didn't want to go any further.
She sighed and hunched her hips towards her hand, startled when firm hands held
down her thighs, keeping her on full display to his hungry eyes. "Don't do that
please," she whispered, eyes half lidded on him.
His eyes flicked up to hers and he smirked, watching her lips pop and her chest
heave, felt her thighs trying to clamp down around his hand. "That's it baby,"
he whispered, black eyes almost like they were going to swallow her whole. "Cum
for me baby. . ."
"Dean," she breathed, her muscles twitching as she tried in vain to close her
legs. "Dean please."
He chuckled in a throaty way, eyes all green as he pressed his lips gently
against hers. Closed lips, his hands slowly pulling her thighs around his hip,
his hands pushed his coat from her shoulders. She came with a soft whimper, her
whole body sensitive to the touch but she kept her hand flat against her lips,
panting softly when Dean pulled away from her.
"Now," he whispered, pressing small kisses up her left cheek. "Wanna finish
this in the shower?"
She opened her eyes and looked over his shoulder, her arms coming up shakily to
wrap around his shoulders. She inhaled deeply through her nose as he worked a
firm circle into her hip with his thumb, the patter of the shower flooding out
her heavy breathing.
"I do need a shower," she was going to regret this.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Aggie was inexperienced, to say the least, in sex.
Be it actual sex or even heavy petting, Aggie was clueless to what she was
doing.
Hell, Dean was her first kiss.
But he knew what he was doing and, as far as she was concerned, he was a God.
When he finally got undressed, she was scared -- for more than one reason.
The first was that she should stop, she knew if she said no to actual
intercourse, he would stop. Adrenaline was making her shake uncontrollably,
made her feel light as a feather but also extremely sensitive to his gentle
touch as he held her thigh against his hip, other hand at her lower back to
keep her as close as possible. She didn't mind that, the slippery feel of his
chest against hers, firm hand on her back and the way his body made hers heat
up. . .
He showed her how to kiss properly, but she pulled back at the touch of his
tongue, to which he chuckled at but didn't push her.
Her head was spinning.
The second she was scared was because if her aunt caught them, he'd go to jail.
And she didn't want him to go anywhere, despite it all. She was fifteen. She
had no idea how old he was, but that didn't really matter at this point. He was
older, she was very underaged and Aggie didn't want him to leave her.
The third reason she was scared? She didn't think he could fit.
"It's gonna hurt," he murmured, pressing her back against the wet tiles of the
shower wall. "First time and all. . ." Something in his voice said he
was pleased about that fact. "But it gets better. . .trust me."
She did, of course, but it didn't really speak sweet nothings to her nerves. 
Her eyes fluttered closed as he nudged against her opening, her jaw slowly
going slack at the odd pleasure accompanying the uncomfortable pressure he was
causing. She tried her best to relax against him, feel his slick skin at the
lukewarm water from the shower head.
But then he ripped into her.
Her eyes flew open and he clamped a hand down on her mouth as she sobbed in
pain, his head bowed against her chest as he froze. Her hips twitched and
rolled, trying to get away, her brain screaming that this was a bad idea.
Her muscles clenched around him and protested, trying to get him out. He pulled
his hand away and she whimpered, he looked patient and apologetic, reaching up
and pushing back wet hair from her face.
"It hurts," she whispered, staring at his mouth; she couldn't bare to look into
his eyes.
"I know, baby girl," she shivered when he said that. "I told you though, it
gets better. Wanna try now?"
She didn't, but she nodded and he pulled out slightly, her back arching at the
feel of him dragging against her walls. Did she just make that ooh sound? Had
to, Dean's voice was deep and couldn't coo like that.
He pushed back in slowly, eyes watching her face as she heaved her chest and
her lips parted into a tiny O before he started to pick the pace for them. He'd
never gone so damn slow before, but watching her face kind of made it worth it.
It was innocence and beauty, she was his now -- all his. She had given him her
attention the moment he walked into the bar, had stuck when he flirted with
her; she had already made it abundantly clear she wanted him.
He'd wanted her the moment he and Crowley walked into the bar. Maybe it was the
demon blood and the urge to claim any innocence that came with that, but she
was his before she knew it. He wouldn't let another fucking soul touch her. She
was just so damn pure, he had to have her and he knew she at least liked him.
He knew the look a girl gave when she was infatuated. She'd given subtle
brushes of the hand, any excuse to touch him -- went out of her way to talk to
him, possibly wondered what it would be like to kiss him. . .
But, he was sure she hadn't thought of fucking him.
Well, he didn't think so until she admitted she cried out his name when she
fingered herself.
He groaned at the image of her from only moments ago, having to restrain
himself from pounding her into the tiles. Gentle, he wanted to at least be a
little gentle with her.
Until her nails raked down his biceps.
"Oh fuck, Dean," she panted, thighs squeezing his hips.
He chuckled and his hips struck at hers, pulling a husky moan from her lips.
"Come on, baby girl," he whispered in her ear and she whimpered, her pussy
shuddering around him; he nearly lost his train of thought she was so fucking
tight. "Cum for me. . .come on. . ."
"Dean," she breathed, finger tips digging into his shoulders. "Dean please --
 harder!"
"As you wish."
He gave her what she wanted, enjoying the grunts and cooing that came from her
lips. He nipped at her collar bone, right hand coming up to run his thumb over
her nipple. She gasped and arched her chest into him, giving him all the
permission me needed.
 He flicked his tongue over the hard nubbin, swearing that she squeaked but if
  she did, it was only for a second. Her hips rolled against his, her muscles
  contracting around his hard tool buried deep into her. She was gasping and
 rolling, her right hand running down the tiles at her side before shaking in
  his hair, moving down his skin again. Her eyes were closed and her head was
  back, chaffing on the shower wall. She clenched his cock, dragging him into
                  her, sending sharp thrills down his spine.
She was almost there. 
He continued to tease her breasts while his free hand slipped down between
them, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in rough strokes, which
finally pushed her over the edge.
She arched against him, jostling his work on her small chest while she pulled
him down with her. He groaned and braced his right arm against the wall,
holding her tight to him as he came. He liked the way she felt against him,
liked how she clung to him for dear life and whispered his name in his ear.
He liked how she needed him.
                                      ~~~
Her aunt is more than surprised to find Dean at the bar when she gets in.
Aggie is behind the bar, pouring him a rum and coke while he whispers something
that makes her almost drop his glass when she's passing it to him. He chuckled
as she screws the cap back on the bottle and places it back on its shelf. Her
aunt hung her purse, eyeing the two of them with skeptical eyes; but she liked
Dean.
"Dean?"
Aggie jumps but the man just looks over at her, raising his glass a little
before taking a long sip. Aggie walks around the bar, wet hair soaking into her
shirt, and she gives her aunt a small, apologetic smile as she approached.
"What is he doing here," her aunt whispers.
Aggie swallowed nervously. "I was closing up the bar and. . .this guy came in -
- he and Crowley saved me. I don't really care why they were coming in but they
did. He offered to stay the night."
Her aunt looked over at Dean, who didn't seem to be paying much attention to
them. She looked back down at Aggie, knowing something else was going on but
her niece was a good kid. She was probably just still a little flustered about
her ordeal. But Dean was looking at her in a strange way, a way her aunt didn't
really. . .understand.
"Alright," her aunt sighed. "You know where the bunk room is," he bobbed his
head once. "Where's Crowley?"
Dean chuckled like he knew something and smiled back at the two of them; Aggie
looking down. "He'll be in tomorrow. Had to take care of some problems. Nothing
big."
Aggie looked up then, brow lightly furrowed as he smiled. "Right then," she
looked to her aunt when she cleared her throat; no, not Crowley. "I want you in
bed soon. I need you in here by noon while I go run errands."
"I'll get her up," Dean yawned. "I'm a bit tired myself. Had a long night."
Aggie metaphorically lit on fire but no one seemed to notice her spontaneous
combustion. She didn't even notice her aunt saying goodnight. She only noticed
Dean pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She looked up, barely missing
knocking his chin.
"Oh crap," she murmured, reaching up and taking his face in her hands, like
that would help something. "S-Sorry I got. . .lost."
He chuckled and took her hands in his, pulling them from her face and she
nearly sighed into those green eyes. "Need some Xanax, kid," he rumbled. "I'm
leaving after I wake ya up, but Crowley will be here. You'll think about the
offer. Right?"
Her heart thrummed loudly, once. "Of course..."
He smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips to her forehead before he headed for
the bunk under the stairs. Aggie held her hands tight against her chest as she
watched him walk away, feeling sick to her stomach.
What have I done?
***** Chapter 3 *****
Aggie wakes up slowly, something nagging at her brain; must have been her
internal clock or the sun peeking through the blinds.
She stretches a little, toes curling and a sigh slipping past her lips before
she realizes what woke her up.
First, there is no sun peeking through the blinds. It's still dark but close to
sunrise because the sky is a dark purple beyond the curtains.
Second, her internal clock did not wake her up.
Dean did with an impressive flick of the wrist that sent a moan past her lips.
He chuckled above her, his body stretched beside her but his left side bowed
over her, thick arm draped so his hand could get into her pajamas. Her eyes
flickered all over his face, slight fear as she watched black eyes trace every
movement her lips made as she moaned and bucked her hips against his hand.
"Dean," she whimpered then bit her lip, realizing her aunt was probably still
in her bed.
Right through a nearly paper thin wall.
"Couldn't help myself, baby girl," her thighs strained to keep from closing
around his fingers that continued to stroke elegantly in and out of her. "I
just love watching your face when you get fingered, even better with the smell
of blood. . ."
She cringed, gross and dammit at the same time. He liked the way she smelled,
he had genuine glee as his nostrils flared and took in every bit of her.
But the odd fact remained that it sent her pulse racing even higher, had her
orgasm crashing into her like a meteorite.
He took her lips with his then, swallowing the moan and grunts as she thrust up
into his hand that was beginning to chaff her still tender pussy. His tongue
danced along her lower lip and, as if it were a reward for a job well done, she
allowed it entrance. He tasted weird, not that she had experience in what the
inside of a man's mouth tasted like. But, it was weird nonetheless. Cold and
metallic, like the space on your key chain where the links met. She didn't mind
it, but felt kind of useless now that she was reduced to a quivering mess of
flesh and post-orgasm bliss. Still, he seemed pretty content to kiss her,
pulling his hand from her slowly and keeping it away from them.
He pulled back and she opened her eyes, trying not to shrink away from those
morbid black eyes. "Told her I'd wake you up," he purred.
Her jaw went slightly slack as she watched him sniff the red on his fingers, a
deep groan coming from his chest as he darted his tongue out in a testing way.
When he sucked his fingers into his mouth, he made eye contact with her and
Aggie felt her throat threatening to close up on her.
She flushed but pulled herself into him, which he frowned at slightly. "How
long. . ." Her lids were growing deeply heavy.
"Four hours maybe? Dunno, just wanted to wake ya," he chuckled and she closed
her eyes against his chest. "Like I said."
"I'm sleepy again," she mumbled.
He paused. "Well, I'm about to split. I'll get Crowley to wake ya in a couple
of hours."
She pouted but didn't open her eyes. "He scares me."
"Hon, I should be the scary one," he sounded a little bitter.
She frowned this time, willing her eyes to open and seeing green reflecting her
back. "Never scared me Dean," she murmured, her hand absentmindedly stroking
his stomach. "Never gave me a reason," she swallowed embarrassment. "I've had a
crush on you. . .since I met you."
He didn't say anything to that and she closed her eyes, snuggling against him
despite her instincts screaming No! , as they had all night. It was the truth.
She may not have known him long, or really at all, but Dean drew her in easily.
Aggie had no doubt she was the first to feel this way towards Dean but
something seemed right with him, no matter what he was doing to her.
She blamed hormones.
"I'll be back around midnight," he murmured.
She tightened a hand in his shirt, yawning. "Stay with me until I fall asleep,"
she whispered, nearly there already.
He only sighed.
===============================================================================
"Wake up, sunshine."
Aggie's eyes flew open at the thick accent and she looked to the door of her
bedroom, seeing Crowley leaning against the frame. She groaned and covered
herself with the pillow; he just chuckled at her.
"Come on, ya aunt left and its time to get up," he nudged her foot.
He acted like they had known each other forever, like they were best friends.
Like he wasn't a demon that had caught the infatuation of her aunt.
It sounded familiar.
Aggie sighed and pushed the pillow somewhere above her head, eyes stinging at
the sunlight coming into her room. She squinted her eyes at Crowley, who merely
arched an eyebrow at her. There was something about Crowley, and it wasn't a
physical intimidation. He wasn't scary to look at, but he had an intimidating
air about him, strong and willful; she knew he was quite charming, and that was
as dangerous as looks could be.
"How long has Dean been gone," her throat was sore.
He shrugged. "Hour maybe," he pushed off the doorframe. "Hurry up, I'm
babysitting you today."
Aggie grumbled and then sighed, sliding out of bed to shut her door while she
changed. She found a pair of jeans that were clean enough and a tie dye tank
top she had made with her mother; she was so tiny, she had been eight when she
made this and it still fit a bit loosely.
Her size attributed to the intense, uncomfortable pain in her thighs among
other areas. Her back ached when she tied her sneakers and Aggie frowned,
finding a new reason to try and regret last night. And this morning. Her cheeks
flushed at the thought and she shook her head fiercely, trying to get the
memory out of her head.
"Not now," she snapped at herself, standing up and walking to her bedroom door.
She didn't need to be distracted by any part of Dean without him actually
there. She didn't know what Crowley could do, if anything, when she got
distracted thinking of what Dean could be doing to her were he there. If she
got distracted, the flies would take advantage and she didn't need a repeat of
Dean coming in and busting heads.
Bad for business.
===============================================================================
Crowley was actually, sort of, helpful as the day drug on.
Friday would be expected to be a busy day, but it was actually their slowest,
maybe because the bar generally tended to old drunks and the occasional biker
that strolled through the small town on a trip. Things wouldn't pick up until
five, when the more laid back groups got off work and were looking for a place
to hide. It wasn't hip and wasn't nearly rustic enough to draw a biker crowd, a
lot of drifters and cheaters swung through the bar so there was decent pay and
Aggie got to experience a semi exciting life.
"Don' know why Dean wants to stick around here," Aggie murmured as she poured a
small shot of scotch for Jeremy, a regular. "Doesn't really seem like his type
of place."
Crowley chuckled as he leaned onto the bed next to her, watching her long
fingers cap the small bottle of liquor in her hand. "He stays for you," Crowley
sighed. "Likes ya, I suppose."
She huffed but her chest fluttered at the mention of it. She was stupid, the
idea wasstupid, his offer was stupid but she couldn't seem to resist. The
forbidden fruit was always the tastiest, she supposed, but she didn't want
there to be a fall. She didn't know if she could land gracefully, didn't think
he'd try to catch her.
Sex muddled her brain.
"That's stupid," she whispered, knowing he heard her despite the loud strum
of Lucille playing. "I'm just a fling and I know that."
Crowley chuckled, plucking up the fruity drink he had taught her to mix. "Now
that's stupid," he licked away shaved ice from his lips. "I know he wants you,"
his chuckled was bitter now. "I can feel you takin' my best friend."
"Ya picked  a fine time ta leave me, Lucille. . ."
Aggie swallowed thickly, peering over at Crowley as he ran a finger around the
rim of his glass. She didn'tlike Crowley, really, but she didn't dislike him
either. He had yet to give her a reason to have any other feelings but
neutrality. Maybe it was because of him stringing her aunt along, she was the
only family Aggie had and it did piss her off, kind of.
Aggie shook her head, leaning onto the bar and just sliding Jeremy the bottle,
preferring to keep up conversation without the distraction of shot after shot.
She sighed and looked around the room, listening to the hum of increasing
chatter, watching a couple play pool at the back of the bar.
"Think my aunt will let me go. . ." She murmured.
"Only if you ask her."
She nods slowly, looking over at Crowley; after a beat, he indulges her glance.
"You're not as bad as I thought."
He barked out a laugh at that. "Darling," he gave her a lopsided grin. "You
have no idea how bad I am."
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She didn't acknowledge him when he came in.
The shift had been hard with just her working and her aunt upstairs nursing a
stomach flu. Aggie's ass felt like a pin cushion, even before she had gotten to
him. His hand wasn't lewd, it was pushing her to the bar and out of the throng
of morons that backed away at his glare; they had to see something she didn't.
Aggie placed a hand against her chest and leaned onto the bar. "Thanks," she
mumbled.
"No problem," he chuckled.
She finally looked at him this time, being immediately caught by a stunning
pair of green eyes, then the. . .almost menacing smile he was giving her. He
wore a plain red button up with the sleeves rolled up slightly and his hair
looked soft to the touch. Her eyes lingered around his jaw line, the stubble
across a fine curve and then the lips that pouted naturally towards her.
But she didn't dare give that a second thought.
Her heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest and butterflies were
convulsing in her tummy. She placed both hands against the tender surface and
he gave her a small look of concern.
"Sorry," she apologized. "Been a long night. . ."
He looked back at some of the drunkards, arching an eyebrow as he watched her
take in slow breaths. "I can handle some of them for you."
Her eyes flew side and she waved a hand. "No," she blurted out. "No, its fine."
"It's not," he attempted a comforting smile but his teeth were far too white.
"Just in case. . .how about I stick around. . ."
The crush started there, escalating before she could even speak again. "I
don't. . .see a problem with that," her aunt would want her to be safe, right?
And he seemed nice enough. Maybe.
He grinned. "Good, how about a name, baby girl?"
A tremor ran through her. "Aggie. . .you?"
"Dean Winchester, at your service."
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The bar is closing and Aggie's aunt is just getting in. When she sees Crowley
sitting at the bar, her cheeks flush and Aggie wants to wretch; did he have
some kind of spell on her? It must have been a secret allure for demons,
because Aggie immediately chastised herself -- like she wouldn't blush the
moment Dean entered the room?
"Crowley," her aunts voice pitches and she ruffles her hair a little. "What are
you doing here?"
He raised an eyebrow to her and Aggie grumbles as she cleans a glass. "Why
darling, I'm here keeping an eye on our little Aggie for Dean."
That makes her aunt freeze halfway to the bar. Aggie cringes then glared at
Crowley, who just winks and takes a small sip from his newest concoction. Aggie
looks up to her aunt, who has a suspicious and also angry look on her face.
Aggie had been waiting for this moment all day, had at least wanted to put it
off. . .forever.
"What's going on," she murmurs.
"Oops," Crowley cringed and its so fake. "I forgot."
"Forgot what, Aggie," her aunt asks lowly.
She was always so good at reading Aggie. But there has never been a situation
like this before. A stolen cookie, maybe she broke something or touched
something she wasn't supposed to.
She had never expected demon sex with a near stranger to be on the menu.
Of course, she didn't know about the demon or the sex part.
"Dean offered me a chance to travel with him," a half truth.
Her aunts eyes widened in almost fury and Crowley was gone, but she didn't seem
to care about the how's and why's. She turned her livid attention to Aggie, who
shrunk away, nervously wringing her rag around the edge of the glass in her
hands.
She had never been on the receiving end of her aunts fury, not like this.
"And why would he do this?"
"I don't know," Aggie mumbled.
Her aunt gasped. "You slept with him!"
Aggie's cheeks heated up. "I - I. . ." She hung her head. "I did. . ."
"Why, Aggie," her aunt shook her head, looking more disappointed than mad this
time. "You don't even know the man. And that's what he is -- a man. You're
sixteen. What were you thinking?"
"I don't know," she couldn't even produce a sob, it seemed stuck in her throat.
"I just - he was being so nice and that guy. . ." She shook her head and set
the glass down before she dropped it. "It just happened."
Her aunt shook her head. "I expected a little better from you," she paused,
placing her hands on he hips. "Him. . .I've seen the looks he gives you. I
should have kicked his ass to the curb and told him not to come back."
It wouldn't do any good, is what Aggie wanted to say. But she didn't. She just
bowed her head and listened to her aunt rant and curse and do everything in the
book. She felt terrible, felt like she had disappointed her aunt. She had
always been such a good kid though since the moment she was taken in. She
wasn't a baby, but she could understand the fury coming from her aunt.
"Aggie?"
Her head shot up and so did her aunts when they heard that deep, rumbling voice
across the room. Dean stood near the door, looking genuinely apprehensive but
also coiled like a snake ready to strike. He gave Aggie a look that could have
been concern but she didn't move, didn't speak.
"How dare you," her aunt spat, but didn't move from her spot. "She's just a
kid! Looking for a cheap thrill? A virgin? What the Hell is wrong with you?!"
He hesitated but his jaw rocked and tensed, trying to contain the venom. "I
know its bad," her aunt snorted. "But I'm not looking to hurt Aggie. . .I would
never," kind of a lie. "If she would have said no, we would have stopped. I
swear."
A potent mix of the truth and a lie. She'd seen it last night. When she'd said
no, his eyes went black and he ordered her to do what he wanted. A war? Good
and evil? Dean was a demon, for sure, but he was human in there somewhere.
"I want you out of my bar," Aggie's aunt growled and Aggie finally snapped to
then.
"No!" she basically cried and eyes went to her. "No, please don't make him
leave! Please. I wanted to do it, and I want to leave with him. Please. I've
never gave you any flak, I've always done what I'm told and I just want to have
a little fun to see some options," Aggie shook her head. "Please. . .I've never
asked for anything."
Her aunt stared at her with mixed emotions, Aggie knowing she thought that she
was just some stupid teenage girl infatuated with the handsome stranger that
walked into the bar.
Another half truth.
Her aunt sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, looking back at Dean, who
raised his hands in defense. "You've helped us a lot, Dean," she murmured. "I
don't let just anyone stay in my bar with us asleep here. You've never given me
a reason to dislike ya. . .until now," she shook her head. "But heaven help me.
. .I'll think about it."
"Really," Aggie squeaked, eyes flickering to Dean briefly. 
Her aunt nodded. "One night. . .I'll let you know by noon. . ." She looked to
Dean. "Don't make me regret it if I say yes."
He bobbed his head once and her aunt, looking very worn, didn't even say
goodnight. She walked towards the stairs and climbed up them slowly while Aggie
moved around the bar, peering up the steps with a sad expression on her face.
She felt terrible for doing this to her aunt, but Aggie never wanted anything
in life, didn't even mind having to work nearly full time at the bar to help
pay bills, help when her aunt needed to pay bills. She'd always been completely
selfless when it came to anything but she wanted something this time and hoped
the answer was yes.
His hands came down on her hips but she didn't jump this time, she leaned back
into him. "She'll say yes," he murmured into her hair.
Aggie furrowed her brow and craned her neck to look up at him. "How do you
know?"
He shrugged, his face set in a frown that said there was more to it. "Just
know. . ."
It was good enough for now.
***** Chapter Four *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Dear Lizzy, being so mean to your niece."
The older woman tenses, her fingers shaking around her bathrobes sash; she was
only seconds from letting it drop so she could climb in the shower. She just
wanted some warmth to relax after talking to Aggie moments ago. Since Dean and
Crowley had stepped into the bar, she had known something was wrong. But they
kept away the rabble her husband usually did, when he was gone, it was hard to
manage on her own.
Then they appeared as heroes, gentleman that didn't put up with any shit.
She should have seen the red flags when Dean followed Aggie, when she tended to
him before anyone else.
Of course, she was lost herself in Crowley. Like a teenager.
She looks back, seeing Crowley leaning against the door frame of her bathroom,
that consistent smirk on his face. She had to swallow and the friction was
punctuated by a dry mouth; there was something about him that drew her in and
suffocated her, but it was also intoxicating.
"How are you two getting into my bar," she asks shakily, more to herself than
Crowley.
Who is suddenly just inches from her.
Her head swirls with the scent of ashes and bourbon, her brow furrowing when
she mistakes his eyes for being black; she'd done the same to Dean the day she
met him.
Her eyes shake as she follows his finger, that reaches up to brush away a curly
lock of brown hair from her lips. His eyes flicker around her face, like he's
studying her and he probably is. He always seemed to do that, study everything
around him, like he was running or just hiding.
He sure knew how to draw a girls attention.
And he had hers rapt.
"I do apologize for Dean's manners with your niece," he tsks, brow deepening as
if he was really sorry. "I told him not to touch her but he's never been one
for rules. . ."
"What do you want," her right hand reaches back to grip the edge of the tub.
"What does he want with Aggie?"
Crowley arches an eyebrow. "Sweetheart," what was his voice doing to her? It
was like she had been drugged. "I don't want anything. I just want my bestie to
be happy and he's quite impressed with your niece," he paused. "You don't know
the potential in that girl. I'm almost willing to gift her to him, after a few
minor tweaks anyway. She's far too human and weak, he needs a more durable
model."
She can't really comprehend what he's saying. But she knows its wrong and her
tongue is tied, her legs are beginning to shake; she's on fire from the inside
out.
"Don't touch her," she manages, voice sounding like its filtered through a
throat full of glass. "Don't you dare -"
Crowley rolls his eyes and waves a hand, her mouth seals like glue between the
pale pink protrusions. "I had thought you could be special as well," he shook
his head and she slowly begins to sink to her knees, trying desperately to
speak. "But you just didn't spark like little Aggie. . .a time bomb waiting to
be tweaked by the right specialist. I think Dean-o could be the perfect little
worker. . ."
Her eyes widen in terror as black smoke begins to curl around Crowley's back,
licking over his shoulders; he seems oblivious. Is the bar on fire? Did he plan
to kill her and take Aggie? He couldn't!
As her eyes take in the smoke, she realizes its not moving. Its hung up at his
back and stills, like frozen until he snaps his fingers.
"I hate doing this," Crowley starts as the smoke burrows into her mouth and eye
sockets. "But you'll never let her go. . ."
Her back arched and her eyes roll back, a burning sensation radiating from her
chest. It spreads like wildfire through to the tips of her fingers and toes,
makes her unable to release a pained sob. She is wracked with spasms and slowly
sinks to the floor, twitching and drooling as her vision warps like the waves
above a trucks hood in the dead of summer. All she can see is the edge of her
rug and then, Crowley's boots.
He holds out a hand and she takes it, snapping out of the seizure like nothing
had happened. She looks up at Crowley in a daze, her hand hesitantly pulling
away from his before she runs the hand through her hair.
"Sorry love," he brushes her hair back one more time, watching her turn around
and shut off the warm water; the tub is full to the rim. "Its for the best, you
see."
She pushes back her robes, letting it fall around her feet. She stepped into
the tub, oblivious to the water rushing over the rim of the tub. She foods in
her knees and sinks down, down, down until her nose is covered and her hair
floats around her face like demented seaweed. Bubbles rupture the surface,
popping loudly and begging for more.
Crowley look's her over, shaking his head as he leaves the room. "Such a waste.
. .'
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She was wiping down the bar when he came in. She didn't notice him until he
basically barked at her with the word 'girl'. She peered up from under her
brow, demeanor timid when she saw the annoyed expression on the strangers face;
she may have worked the bar, but that didn't mean she was as tough as her aunt
was when it came to customers like him.
"Hello Dean," she murmured, turning around to pluck up a clean glass and a half
empty bottle of Jack Daniels. "How is your night. . ."
"Mind your own fucking business," he rumbled, watching her pour his drink
slowly.
Were those tears already? Aggie tried to blink them away fast before she
finished his glass but they were there and she even had to sniffle -- it wasn't
quiet either.
He chuckled as she handed him the glass with a jump, making her blush when he
winked at her. "Calm down, Aggie. Didn't mean to snap, just got into a fight
and I'm still snippy."
She furrowed her brow and looked down at his hand that cradled the glass.
Always look for damage control, it was like instinct now with him; he always
got into fights, twice over her and once for her aunt. They did have a bouncer
once before but her aunt had decided to let him go for a couple of weeks after
his wife had their first child.
"Dean," his name came out as a whine as she bent down to pull out the first aid
kit. "Give me your hand," she mumbled.
"What? Why," he asked, knocking back his drink.
Aggie sighed and then subtly rolled her eyes, listening to the kit click open.
"I don't know," she murmured. "Maybe because there's still glass sticking out
of it."
He arched an eyebrow as she cocked a hip and placed her hand on it, holding out
the other patiently. "Gimme," she ordered.
He chuckled and did as she told, which sent a tingle through her at the rough
contact of his palm. Soft patches, calluses, hands of someone that fought
frequently; how many bar fights did he get in exactly? Judging by the scars
hiding under thin patches of blood, he couldn't just fight drunks. Her brow
furrowed at the thought, what else would he fight?
"Anyone give you trouble tonight," he murmured, eyes sweeping the bar and
finding Crowley trying to flirt with her aunt.
Aggie shook her head, brushing off the final piece of glass onto her shorts.
"No one that's still here," her fault for wearing shorts tonight, but her jeans
were in the wash.
His eyes flickered down. "Told you not to wear shorts," he couldn't help but
smirk.
She hoped he didn't see her thighs quiver. "Shut up," she muttered. "Besides,
my jeans are in the wash. It was either this or nude."
He made a suggestive wink. "Maybe I should have come sooner," he started.
"Could've taken care of them for ya."
"You mean kick their ass and throw them out back in the dumpster," she paused
as she gently began to wrap his hand. "I think it was better Auntie tazed him."
Her eyes flickered to his face as he let out a throaty chuckle, having the Jack
by the neck as he took a quick swallow. "Knew I liked that old broad," Aggie
rolled her eyes and refocused on his hand. "Like you more though."
She squeaked on instinct and dropped the roll of gauze, having to scramble for
it when it rolled across the floor. "Dean," she whined, returning with flushed
cheeks.
He was closer when she stood again, but no one in the bar seemed to notice
their exchange. His lips slowly curved up, releasing a menacing grin from its
cage and she knew right then that the center if this mans attention was a very
dangerous place to be.
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She didn't remember her bed being so stiff.
Aggie's nose twitched at the distinct smell of sweat and cologne, leather. Was
that Freddie Mercury on the radio? Her aunt didn't play that at the bar. . .
Aggie stirred, body stiffen instinct when she saw a hand coming towards her.
"Oh look, she's awake," Crowley muttered and nudged her slightly.
"Yes, she's awake," Aggie manages to bite out, fear making her scared and she
sat up straighter. "What happened," she looked around, seeing green blurs out
the window. "Where's the bar," she looked forward again. "Where's my aunt," she
looked at Dean who simply stared back.
"She's, well. . ." He started; there was something in the way he moved that
didn't make the next words sink in for a long time. "You sorta killed her."
Her whole body froze, fingers curling enough to crinkle the firm leather of the
seat beneath her fingers. Trying to swallow was like having a mouthful of sand;
she didn't even notice she was crying until her nose began to tingle.
"What. . ." She trembled, looking at the back of Dean's head like it held all
of her answers; it kind of did. "What the Hell do you mean?"
Crowley sighed, looking over at Dean. "I suppose I should give you two some
alone time?"
Dean chuckled despite the situation, Aggie's eyes flickering between the both
of them. "Yeah, I'll break her in," Dean's eyes looked up to the rearview
mirror. "Might take awhile."
Aggie paled slightly and shifted in her seat. "I killed her," she breathed,
looking at her hands like they would bite her. "How could I have killed her?"
Dean rotated in his seat, eyes flickering between black and green, but she
barely noticed. "You killed her because she wouldn't let you come with us," he
stated. "You killed her because you knew it was the only way to get what you
wanted," it was practiced, but she was beginning to believe.
She stared at him in true horror, like. . .the only thing to compare it to was
what was happening right now. Why couldn't she remember? The last thing she did
remember was she and Dean. . .
"I didn't want her dead," Aggie hiccupped around the sob, burying her face into
her hands as she felt the car coming to a stop.
"Crowley found ya," he ignored the fact that she was beginning to
hyperventilate. "Said you were holding her down in the tub. . ."
Aggie trembled and then shuddered as more sobs wracked her small frame. "She. .
.she was the only family I had," she looked at Dean again, cheeks glistening
and flushed. "Why would I want her dead?!"
"I don't know," Dean murmured and she looked at him in utter horror. "You
seemed pretty serious about me not leaving yesterday. . .said you'd do
anything. Probably just happened."
She couldn't believe what she was hearing, but he looked so believable,
earnest. And what about Crowley? Where did he go? Why did they just take her?
She needed to go to the police, she needed to explain her guilt away.
"What are you," she whispered shakily, tears making her kids twitch. "What is
Crowley. . .the eyes and the disappearing. . ."
He arched an eyebrow at her and she shivered, wrapping her arms around herself.
She was scared, to be sure, but God she just wanted him to hold her. Tell her
everything was gonna be okay - make her feel safe like he always did. But right
now. . .she was scared, she was so damn scared.
Dean reached back and patted her knee. "Relax kid. It won't seem so bad it a
little while."
Aggie looked at him like he'd gone insane. "You're sick," she whispered. "Both
of you," Aggie shook her head. "Let me out of the car. Let me out please!"
Just as she screeched, the locks disappeared into the door. She scrambled for
them and then contemplated breaking the window, but he was in the back with
her. He was crowding her, he was on her, he was making it hard for her to
breathe.
"Stop," she pleaded, eyes flickering as he placed his right hand against the
back of the drivers seat and the other hand flat against the window beside her
head. "Just let me go. . .I won't say anything about you, Dean please!"
He smirked, leaning in close and she saw them again - black eyes. They
reflected her like a polished mirror but she couldn't find herself afraid, she
felt extremely relaxed. Her shaking began to slow and he leaned closer, lips
brushing against the shell of her ear.
"You killed her," he whispered. "You killed her because you wanted to be with
me. They'd lock you up and you don't want that. . .do you?"
She tried to sink lower down in the seat but he had her trapped. She winced
when a semi rolled past, rocking the frame of the car just enough to bring her
back out of the dark pools that were Dean's eyes.
She blinked slowly up at him, nostrils flaring as he cocked his head and
observed her. Maybe. . .maybe she did. Teenagers made bad decisions all the
time right? She'd heard of a group of teenagers in the nineties thinking they
were vampires and killing a girls parents to please the coven leader. . .
"I don't want to go to jail," she whimpered; honestly, she was sure they'd put
her away in the looney bin.
"Then it's decided." Dean stated. "You're staying with us," he pushed back,
cocking his head. "With me."
Aggie nodded shakily, watching him knead the inside of her thighs. She hated
herself instantly as her crotch was shot through with need, her fearful eyes
looking up at Dean as he placed a firm hand against the seam of her thin night
shorts. She trembled, a deep whine coming from deep within her chest as he
applied pressure.
"Dean please," she whimpered. "Please don't," she begged; this wasn't what she
wanted, not after this.
He smirked a little, watching her have those conflicted feeling, his middle
finger slipped around the fabric, stroking her tender folds. God, so much power
over a tiny little human, he'd never felt this way before; of course, since
he'd become a demon, he had never had the human part of him scream so loudly to
stop. He almost snorted at that weak fucking side of him, he'd never known the
rush something so tiny and innocent - forbidden - could give him.
"Thought you wanted me Aggie," he purred, eyes black and voice warped.
The situation seemed to crash down on her again and her eyes widened, her knee
jerking up to her chest; she was fighting now where she should have in the
bathroom. "No," she sputtered, her whole body trembling as she pressed her knee
against him.
He grabbed the knee and pushed it back into her, causing Aggie to cry out when
it tugged at a muscle in the back of her leg. Instinct drove her to become more
forceful, her knee pushing back and knocking into his chin.
"Dammit woman," he roared, grabbing her firmly by the upper arms.
She sobbed as he slammed her back once into the hard leather of the seat, her
head rolling as he snarled. She whimpered and arched her chest, tears making
her cheeks wet, soaking into her hair.
"Please, Dean," she begged, writhing as he jammed his right knee between her
legs. "Please! Not now!"
Not now? What kind of a plea was that?Oh sure, rape me tomorrow I'm sure I'll
be in the mood then.
His eyes flickered back to green, this odd purr rumbling through his chest as
he cocked his head. His fingers flexed around her upper arms, knee wiggling
against the apex of her thighs, as though he were studying new surroundings.
"Now Dean," Crowley's voice purred from the front seat and Aggie looked to him,
but nothing in her eyes said help. She looked even more terrified. "The lady
says no she means no."
Dean's attention snapped to Crowley, who was peering back at them from the
drivers seat; Aggie didn't miss the red on edge of his jaw, red he promptly
wiped away with a handkerchief. He locked eyes with Dean and she actually
wanted to crawl under Dean with the tension in the air. Crowley scared the
living daylights out of her, even more than Dean right now and she didn't want
to be in the path of his wrath. She had a feeling, if anyone could protect her
- no matter how unstable - it would be Dean.
Aforementioned man sighed and removed himself from her, clambering into the
passenger seat. Aggie sat up slowly, clearly shaken and trying to gain some
kind of control over her quivering flesh. Her eyes flickered between Crowley
and Dean, her tongue running over her lips as she thought of something to break
the tension.
"Wh - What now," she stuttered.
"First things first," Dean growled and Aggie looked away. "Get the fuck outta
my seat," he rumbled at Crowley.
The King rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. Aggie had to suppress the
urge to scream when they instantly swapped seats. Magic or demons? Both? She
didn't care.
"Where are we going, Dean," Crowley purred, winking at the Winchester.
Dean rolled his eyes and started the car, peeling off the side of the road.
"Try to get as far away from here and Sam as possible."
Crowley sighed dramatically and slumped down in his seat, looking over
exhausted while Aggie watched from the back seat. "He's still trying to get to
ya?"
Aggie didn't know much about Sam, Dean had mentioned him a couple of times and
so had Crowley, but there had never been much of an interaction otherwise. Why
would he be coming for Dean? She supposed if she had an older brother or sister
she would be trying to find them as well, especially if they were her only
family left.
Another bad taste in her mouth.
"How ya doin' sweetheart," Crowley winked back at her.
"I hate you," she managed, feeling a tiny bit better.
He smirked and settled back in his seat. "I get that a lot."
"Here's the thing," Dean caught her eyes in the rear view mirror and she
stiffened. "You're gonna watch your mouth around here. Keep quiet, keep your
head down. You're ranked with us now - you're just another missing face."
She shook her head slowly, folding her hands in her lap. "Do I. . .do I have
clothes?"
Dean shook his head. "You're gonna be sharing a closet with me for awhile," he
winked.
She trembled and wrapped her arms around herself, wincing as Dean cranked up
Back In Black loudly, Crowley seeming to be in the same boat of uncomfortable
but they both kept their mouths quiet, which begged the question as to why he
wouldn't say anything; he'd seemed pretty capable of snipping at Dean so far.
"Fun," she whispered.
"You have no idea kid," an inky voice hisses in her head and she looked up,
bewildered, catching Dean's eyes in the rearview mirror once again.
Chapter End Notes
     The excuse with the whole 'murdered aunt' deal may seem just thrown
     in there but that actually took a lot of thought. Think of it as a
     way to start a seed of doubt in her own self or her mental stability.
     Kind of what they do to some slaves, make them think its what they
     deserve, shit like that.
***** Its Been A Year *****
She doesn't cry anymore.
She used to, when it all started, after she left with Crowley and Dean. She
would cry at night, when Dean was asleep and no one could hear her hiccups; she
would cry for her aunt, she would cry for her mother who she had thought she
was beginning to mirror.
But her mother had never dreamed of going down this path; she hadn't even
believed this existed, the supernatural
She crouched down in front of the dead husk, stroking the back of her hand over
hard human flesh; she jerked back when the skin cracked and crumbled. A sigh as
the shell disintegrates from the crack outwards, leaving nothing behind but a
faint singe mark in the concrete and dust for the wind.
Another rogue, another job for Crowley that he assigned to her. She stood
straight and adjusted the sequined dress that clung to her like a second skin,
hearing the rumbling engine approaching her in the alleyway. Her eyes flickered
back to the headlights, knowing he had been waiting for her; she plucked up the
glass jar with devils traps painted on the sides, feeling the demon fighting to
be released.
The drivers door opened and a figure blocked the right headlight, tall and
imposing. She stopped in front of him and held out the jar, letting him take
hold where he could.
"Aw, I expected to come and help this time," he snickered, the both of them
parting at the hood.
She waited in the passengers seat with a blank expression, hands folded gently
in her lap while he still snickered, placing the jar in the back seat. As he
backed out of the alley, she relaxed, but only slightly.
"You're taking that to Crowley," she whispered, knowing he could hear her no
matter the volume.
"Excuse me," there's that edge, the one she usually crumbles to but not this
time. "Are you telling me what to do?"
She looks over at him sharply, shoulders hiking up in defense. "I won't go back
there," she snaps, looking forward again. "I won't," she says more firmly.
They drive for a long time in silence, crawling to a stop at a red light; he
finally talks again. "Did one of them touch you again," his voice is monotone
and deadly.
"Yes," the confession slips between her lips before she even as time to process
that she's saying it. "Yeah, one of them touched me."
Dean let out a low, dangerous growl and Aggie froze. She hated it when he did
that. "I'll take it to Crowley," he said gruffly. "Then I'll see if he'll let
you stay with me."
Aggie nodded slowly, hair falling part way into her face. "Thank you," she said
and inhaled as Dean ran a hand along her thigh.
"You did good," he muttered and ran his fingers along her inner thigh.
Aggie let out a shaky breath. How long had it been? It seemed like an eternity
since he had touched her. She parted her legs more and he leered at her
dangerously, so she closed her eyes for a moment. She couldn't look him in the
eye when he touched her, used to, still did sometimes, but it always made her
too nervous so she opted for closed eyes and the feel of him touching her.
"Good girl," Dean praised and she flushed slightly; he never praised her
anymore.
A year. A full year being near him and he could still make her pulse race,
cause those little sighs to come from her lips. They'd been separated for three
weeks thanks to his brother getting closer and closer; Crowley blamed Dean for
getting sloppy, especially when butchering a Hunter in a convenience store.
Which prompted a fallout between the two demons; Dean had demanded Aggie stay
while he shook Sam and let Crowley train her a little more.
"Green light," she panted, chest heaving as she tried her best to keep it
together for the couple waiting at the crosswalk on her side of the car.
"Dean," she whimpered, arching her chest a little as he kneaded the outside of
her panties.
He chuckled darkly and eased down on the gas pedal, finally allowing Aggie to
cry out and fully arch her back, her thighs spreading; she cringed when she
heard fabric tear and knew Crowley would be displeased, but he would never hurt
her. Not for fear of Dean. But Crowley always got mad when Aggie messed up any
of the outfits he bought her.
"Definitely coming home with me," Dean murmured, teasing her core through the
thin fabric, all while keeping his eyes on the road. "Want me to make ya feel
better," she nodded fiercely, hoping for actual penetration. "Haven't slept
with anyone else. Not since I met you, ya know."
It was like a bucket of cold water was dumped on her, but it didn't damper her
orgasm, though she didn't get to fully enjoy it. Her skin was flushed and she
tries desperately to catch her bearings. She looked over at Dean with an almost
soft expression but he wouldn't care if she did.
"I. . ." She swallowed thickly, watching his hand slip out of her, wanting so
desperately to touch him, hold him, but God she didn't want to disobey. "I am
comforted by that, Dean. Thank you."
He shrugged and she trembled when he sucked his fingers into his mouth,
releasing them with a loud pop after two minutes - she counted. "Kid," still
calling her kid. "I didn't get ya to play with. . ." He looked over at her with
all kinds of actual emotion; it must be his humanity trying again. "I liked
you. I don't call just any girl pretty - smokin' hot, bombshell, maybe. But
never pretty," he paused. "Beautiful at this point."
She flushed and cleared her throat, closing her legs and holding her hands in
her lap again. "I didn't think you felt that way anymore."
Since her basic abduction, Aggie had been tormented day and night for six
months. Gun training, stealth and all kinds of other subjects to make her
basically invisible - and then Crowley started using her to trap demons who had
gone against his ruling. Dean was okay with it, usually, but there were some
jobs he didn't let her do; she wouldn't mention some of the things that had
happened during his absence this time.
She shuddered at the memory of Crowley with the nightly visits; there was never
any evidence he was doing anything to her, but Aggie felt herself losing
control of herself after each visit. He would occasionally let some of the
other demons paw at her when she was in the room, but he would always stop them
before things got serious; sometimes Crowley wasn't there.
She let out a shuddering breath that didn't go unnoticed. "Let's just get this
over with," Aggie muttered and leaned back against the seat.
"Sure thing," Dean replied and pushed down on the gas pedal a little harder.
The Impala purred underneath them as the scenery slipped by outside, reminding
her of those first few months, where she was in denial, where she would cry and
Dean would go from patient to annoyed, where he would blow up for no reason. .
.
And then he changed.
Something in him kind of. . .snapped, and Aggie didn't know if that was good or
bad. Crowley said it was Dean's humanity bitching from the sidelines, but he
also put down the theory saying there was nothing but a demon in there.
Aggie peered at him from the corner of her eye, watching him play false drums
on the steering wheel to Hells Bells.
She didn't know if Crowley was right, but there was definitely something
different about him.
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Aggie perked up as they pulled up to Crowley's compound, head bobbing like an
excited dog but she was genuinely nervous and almost afraid. She didn't hate
this place, really, just the demons that ran around here; most knew to stay
clear of her for several fears by now.
"Stay here," Dean ordered and she nodded.
Like she would disobey.
Aggie looked around, drumming her nails on the door. She was surprised that
there were no demons patrolling the lot, but only mildly. She knew Crowley
called in all the demons when Dean was around, even if he didn't come near the
compound; a Knight was to not be taken lightly. But demons hated Dean, said he
wasn't one of them and all that -- Aggie never said anything, let Crowley snip
at them for talking trash about his bestie.
It was several long moments before she saw Dean jogging back to the car. He
looked pretty pleased with himself, popping open the back door and peeking
through to her.
"Comin' with me, kid," he smirked.
"Great," Aggie smiled a little.
She honestly didn't think it was that easy, but she didn't question him as he
grabbed the demon in a jar; his jaw ticked as a tall demon in a pinstripe suit
- Calli - approached the car. His black eyes flickered to Aggie and she looked
away, waiting to hear his dress shoes clicking away.
"He's not just going to let us leave," Aggie murmured.
Dean slammed the drivers door shut, nodding but his expression read
indifference as he pulled out of the relatively empty lot. "I don't really give
a shit," he hummed and flicked on Metallica; Enter Sandman played lowly and she
actually smiled a little. "He knows I can wipe the floor with his pudgy ass."
She chuckled softly, looking out the window. "Where to now," she murmured then
looked back over at Dean. "You know. . .your brother is in town," she had to
tell him.
He stiffened around the seat and steering wheel, his jaw rocking back and
forth. "He was in the bar wasn't he," Dean murmured.
Aggie nodded slowly, definitely indifferent to this but also concerned; Crowley
had mentioned Sam wanted to cure Dean, but she only knew of how he would kill
Dean. She wouldn't let that happen, she would help kill Sam if Dean ordered her
to. . .maybe.
"He was watching me," she said simply. "I don't know if he realized I knew. .
."
"Oh, he definitely knew," Dean ground out.
Aggie sighed. "That's what I thought," she paused. "He tried to follow me and
the demon into the alley, but I managed to give him the slip."
Dean glanced her, obsidian eyes shining in the semi darkness. "Atta girl," he
praised and patted her on the thigh, fingers slipping a little deeper in, the
outside of his pinky brushing back against her pussy.
It always came down to sex with him.
No matter what. She was sad? Lets fool around. She was scared? Lets fool
around? She was hungry? Lets fool around.
If he didn't scare the living day lights out of her, she would think it was
humorous.
Aggie nodded accepting the praise. "So, where are we going exactly," she asked.
"You'll see," Dean replied cryptically as he gave the Impala a little more gas.
She waited another moment or two, half way through La Grange - seems more than
one of his teachings on 'good music' had rubbed off and stuck - before she said
anything.
"What if your brother catches up with us," she murmured as they eased back into
the city. "I won't have to hurt him will I?"
If he ordered her to, she would do so blindly, but this was his brother demon
or not - she would actually feel guilty. Dean sighed and rubbed the back of his
neck, looking like he was conflicted with the decision.
"Nah," he slapped his hand down on the steering wheel. "He won't find us
anyway. He thinks he knows how to find me. . ." Dean shook his head. "I taught
him everything he knows."
Aggie sighed. "That's precisely why I'm worried," she murmured and gasped as
his hand slid between her thighs. "Again," Aggie asked, a slight whine of
reluctance in there.
Dean winked at her. "Like it bothers you," he sounded like he was trying to
convince her of it.
She shudders as he slips a finger under her panties, teasing the tender folds
of her pussy with feather light touches. He could feel the heat coming from
her, had to feel the way the muscles in her thighs flexed and strained, trying
desperately to have him inside of her; it'd been too long.
"Sam won't find us. Promise."
Aggie looked at him and then let her eyes close as two fingers slip into her;
she'll never get tired of that feeling. "Dean. . ." She breathed heavily.
"I know, you love it," he smirks, his wrist flicking to cause her to jump.
She did, she really did, but she wanted to fight it for a moment and be
serious. She supposed that was one of the perks of parading around with the
King of Hell - he never tried to finger her while she was trying to be serious.
Crowley listened to her, took her opinion on a situation in and let it roll
around. She'd spent most of this year with the man she trusted least and he had
tried to ruin her, but Dean always brought her back to that weak-in-the-knees
and scatter brained teenager she was supposed to be.
She'd swear even as a demon, Dean liked seeing that.
"Come on baby girl," he chuckled as she got a pained look on her face. "Just
cum for me," he managed to hook a finger up, her still tender core responding
with his direct pressure against her g-spot.
She couldn't even produce a real noise, only gape like a fish as another orgasm
shut her down; had she really been that suppressed? She supposed it had been
long enough to explain her responsiveness at the moment. He seemed to be
enjoying himself, chuckling softly as she constricted around him, a whine
slipping through her lips as he pulled his hands away.
She rocked her head towards him, her eyes hooded as she watched him suck her
slick from his fingers; he just wanted to taste her, that was it. Sometimes she
marveled at him, having heard from so many sources about what men liked and
didn't like; his favorite pass time seemed to be riding her through her
menstrual cycle, said the demon in him had a blood kink. He liked doing nearly
everything she had heard men didn't, and that made her feel something akin to
special.
"You're gonna wear me out before we even start," she murmured and whined as she
closed her legs; her thighs were already sore.
"You have no idea," Dean purred. "By the time I'm done with you, you won't be
able to sit up let alone walk."
They had pulled up to an unassuming brick building, just on the edge of the
glow of the middle of the city. She'd never really gone into this side of the
city, it was strange to see the road so empty, save for a few stragglers
huddled around a trash can fire.
She said nothing and opened her door, sliding out of the seat; she was
instantly self conscious as her wet thighs slid against each other. She blushed
as she tugged on her dress, looking down as Dean ran his eyes over her; the
dress really did her wonders.
"Hell, I'd take you here against the car if you'd let me," he purred crudely
and then sighed. "But of course not," he didn't really mean anything by that,
he wouldn't do anything she was too uncomfortable with.
She actually chuckled and something softened in his green eyes, which made her
throw up another facade out of instinct. He didn't seem to pleased about that
but led her inside anyway, keep a firm hold on her wrist as he flicked on light
after light; oil lamps mostly, which gave the stairwell a warm glow.
"We'll be here for a day or two," he murmured, flicking on a light that showed
a very tiny bed room. "I won't be here when you wake up."
She kissed him.
She didn't care if he was mad - which he usually was when she did something
like touch him without permission. But this time he growled and she almost
smiled at the knowledge that he missed this as much as her, maybe more.
"Just touch me Dean," she begged, the back of her knees connecting with the
edge of the bed; he came down on top of her. "Just please - I don't want to
talk, I just want you. I've missed you."
His chest rumbled as his hands moved down, the jingle of his belt loud in her
ears; she scrambled to bunch up her dress, wanting to take it off but that was
too much time without him against her. She moaned as he renewed her senses with
his teeth, nipping along her jaw and throat; always with the teeth.
Aggie gasped as she heard a tear, knowing Dean had pawed away her underwear; he
spread her legs like the curtains to a play, his eyes soaking her in with lust
and appraisal.
"Mine," he growled and pushed her dress higher up her body.
Through a lot of wiggling, he managed to rip it over her head, but kept it on
the bed, stuffing it under her head; she had a clear view of him between her
legs. Her eyes flickered up to his, being swallowed by the green and she
searched for his lips. He ducked his head down, tongue teasing the peak of her
left breast, his teeth nibbling and suckling. She gave out a small cry of
pleasure, almost purring when she finally dug her fingers into his hair.
His hair was soft under her fingers, an unnatural rumble coming from his chest
as she raked her nails up the back of his neck. She whimpered and wiggled her
hips, bucking against his fingers as he stroked her; she was still sensitive,
but God she loved it. Always set her on fire and she still flushed like an
awkward teenager.
She kind of still was.
"Enough with the foreplay Dean," Aggie begged, looking up at him through hooded
eyes. "Please."
Dean grinned and then smirked, easing his fingers against her pussy. "Such a
good girl," he purred.
"If you use them again, I bite," so much for Crowley's compliancy training. It
was just fluttering out the window.
Dean chuckled and pressed his lips against the tip of her collarbone, which
drew a needy whine from deep in her throat. "Well, now that you say that. . ."
She whimpered as he massaged her clit, her hips bucking against his hand; she
should have never said anything. She gasped slightly as his tongue swiped over
her cleavage, his hand moving back up and palming her breast while he attached
his lips to hers.
Tender. Always had to have a sliver of tenderness in everything he did. She
supposed she understood, he had wanted her to trust him for so long it had to
be a part of the routine. She liked tender, tender teased her to the breaking
point so when the dam broke, she couldn't even remember her own fucking name.
"Been too fucking long," Dean rumbled against her, pulling his hand from
between her legs and swiping his thumb over her bottom lip; his eyes flickered
to black as she licked away the wetness. "Still beautiful," he murmured,
kissing her again.
She moaned against him when she felt something a lot larger than his fingers
nudge against her, tease her; she feared it would hurt like it did the first
time. But she didn't really seem to notice that they were no longer alone in
the room, but Dean had.
"Dean," the voice was deep, must run in the family, because even with her eyes
closed Aggie knew instantly who was in the room with them. "Just get off of her
and lets talk. I didn't come to fight."
Aggie's eyes flew open and she pressed herself again Dean, trying to cover
herself with him and he wrapped an arm around her back, keeping her as close as
possible while this deep, unearthly snarl came from his mouth at the sight of
the man at the door.
"Sam," Dean hissed. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Sam just looked at him, expression stoic. "Let her go, Dean," he paused. "Let
her come here."
Dean growled and let out another animalistic snarl before his eyes widened in
shock, Aggie scrambling and kicking him in the chest with her feet, stumbling
away from him towards Sam. she kept her hands covering her tender areas, cheeks
flushed as Sam draped his heavy jacket around her.
"What the hell," Dean shouted as Sam wrapped broad arms around his chest. He
glared at Aggie. "You set this up didn't you," he screamed at her.
Aggie trembled as she pulled the coat tighter around hed and moved to stand
calmly in one corner of the room, slightly behind Sam. Guilt struck her as hard
as a punch to her chest, making her stomach roll and lurch. She didn't like
treating him like this, but. . .
"Its not just me," Aggie let out a shuddering breath, wrapping her arms around
her chest. "Crowley's been complaining about you. . ."
"You little bitch," he snarled in that deep voice, the one that belong solely
to the demon; was that hurt in his eyes? She had to be mistaken. "After all I
fucking did for you -"
"Leave her alone, Dean," Sam rumbles, stepping between Aggie and the man on the
bed. "We just want you back," not that Aggie knew the old Dean, but she had
been wanting to.
Sam glanced at Aggie before nodding towards the bed. "Shove it to the other
side, please," he stated and she did so, revealing the elaborate devils trap
underneath.
"You'll regret this," Dean growled, unable to move far.
"We just want to help you Dean," Sam started. "I want my brother  back."
Aggie glanced between the brothers, her body still hot, legs still slick; God,
she was so embarrassed. She had hoped to at least lay with him before Sam had
gotten there, her hunt had gone too slow.
"We should get him to the car," She said softly.
Dean narrowed his eyes, fingers flexing at his sides as Aggie and Sam began to
step closer to him. He'd trained her, Crowley had trained her, she knew how to
handle demons, even a Knight.
"You're gonna fucking regret this," Dean snarled again, but he didn't fight her
as she slipped the cuffs around his wrists; she wanted to believe it was
because he didn't want to hurt her.
"Please don't make this harder than it already is, Dean," Aggie whispered and
sighed as she pushed him towards Sam. "You take him. I'll meet you outside,"
Sam nodded, taking Dean's arm in a white knuckle grip.
Aggie waited until she was alone to finally let out that shaky breath. She ran
her hands through her hair a couple of times, her eyes prickling with tears as
she listened to Dean roaring at Sam outside. She sank down to the edge of the
bed, holding her head in her hands and shaking it.
"Auntie," she murmured. "What am I doing? What the Hell am I doing," her aunt
would be so disappointed in her.
But she had killed her aunt. She had. . .she had drowned her in the bathtub.
She didn't remember it too much, but she just had the feeling that she had done
something bad enough to cause stomach pains and the copious nights she spent
sobbing while Dean was. . .so patient.
"I can be patient for him," she murmured and finally stood; she wiped the
insides of her thighs off on the bed sheets and wiped away a tear that slipped
down her cheek. "I can do it for him at least," she bobbed her head once and
left the room.
She couldn't help but give a small, hysterical laugh as she listened to Dean's
muffled roars from the trunk. "I feel terrible," she murmured, giving Sam a
grateful look as he wrapped his coat around her shoulders.
"It'll pass, believe me," Sam assured  and nodded for her to slip into the
passenger seat.
Aggie nodded and bit her lip. "I still feel bad," she murmured and listened to
Dean yelling and thumping around in the trunk.
"He's gonna remember all the shit he put you through," Sam murmured, starting
the car. "Dean. . .my brother isn't like that. He was never like that. He's a
good man."
Aggie didn't say anything, just stared out the window. The Dean that was his
brother? How different would he be? She'd been hiding with demons for a year,
she'd killed three humans and captured countless demons. Could she really just
go with a human Dean? Could she really just go back to a semi-normal life after
this was all over? Sam had promised she didn't have to leave, didn't have to
leave the man she knew she at least cared for. . .
"What if I don't want him, Sam," she whispered, nearly ready to pour her heart
out to a basic stranger. "What if I don't like him as a human? What if he's too
different. . ." What if she didn't recognize him?
"Don't think too hard on it," she couldn't miss the reassuring smile he gave
her; so warm. "You care for him. So do I. We'll fix Dean, you can get to know
the real him and you can decide from there."
"Right," Aggie nodded and ran her hand through her hair. "He sounds pretty
pissed," she mumured, giving the back seat a quick glance.
Sam nodded and smirked, with a bit of bittersweet. "Well, he's always been a
bit of a complainer."
"I can hear that, you son of a bitch," Dean roared and jostled the frame of the
Impala with a kick. "I'm gonna eat your fucking soul!"
Aggie trembled slightly, wrapping Sam's coat tighter around her frame. He
looked over at her, face creased in concern for the seventeen year old sitting
in the passenger seat. She looked nothing like the tiny mock-femme-fatale he
had seen in the bar, waiting for her pray. She had looked so confident, so
dangerous because of her soft appearance and her stature. He didn't think she
could do anything, really, had just thought she was a play thing for Crowley,
and then when he saw footage of her fighting off a demon on camera he had
thought she was a demon herself.
No, she was just a lost and lied to seventeen year old girl his brother had out
through so much over the past year.
"I'm sorry to put you in this position," he started. "But you were the only one
to get close enough to him. . ."
Aggie just nodded, looking down at her lap. He'd approached her in the bar,
while she was scouting for a demon on Crowley's orders. She listened to his
plea, his plan, and knew that he would do this no matter what; his first plan
was to straight up kidnap her, but she had talked him out of it. She didn't
need him to die because of her, and Dean would do it. She was his and he
already displayed what he did when someone played with his things.
"He has it in his mind that you want me," Aggie prodded and shifted
uncomfortably; she was, after all, not wearing any underwear.
Sam snorted and eased on the break pedal, taking a turn with ease. "Why would
he think that," Sam asked, raising an eyebrow at her as his fingers flexed
around the steering wheel.
Aggie grunted as she shifted, sore from Dean's pawing's and the nights affairs.
She gave Sam a once over as he did the same to her backs tender arch and
snapped her fingers, catching his attention.
"That right there," he arched an eyebrow and then his cheeks darkened slightly,
to which she waves a hand. "Look, its fine. You're a man, its what you do - I
grew up in a bar for ten years of my life," she sighed and ran a hand through
her hair. "Your brother is a very jealous man - or should I say demon."
"So he thinks every glance means they want you," Aggie nodded and Dean snapped
something from the trunk. "That's possessive, not jealous. . ."
"Speaking of possessed," Dean snapped from the trunk and Aggie couldn't help
but giggle; even Sam cracked a small smile. "I'm gonna kill you both when I get
outta here."
"He won't," a gruff voice came from the back seat and Aggie screamed.
"Aggie," Dean yelled from the trunk, slight concern in that deep tone. "Fuckin'
Cas!"
"Hello Aggie," Castiel said gruffly and Aggie looked into the rearview mirror,
nodding softly.
"Nice to finally meet you, Castiel," she mumbled and went back to staring
straight ahead, embarrassed by her reaction.
"You did well, Sam," Cas stated.
"Couldn't have done it without Aggie," she gave him another small, sad smile
and her eyes flickered to the rearview mirror. "I guess you've heard about
him?"
Aggie swallowed thickly and nodded, locking eyes with the angel in the back
seat. "Mostly from Dean," Castiel nodded slowly, like he were studying her as
much as she was studying him; she'd learned to be wary around unknown
supernatural things. "Have you seen my aunt. . .up there? Do you know her?"
Castiel blanked and then looked hesitant, eyes flickering to Sam almost as if
for confirmation to share. When he looked back to Aggie, she was expectant, non
pliable. Her fingers curved tightly around the hem of Sam's coar as she waited;
she couldn't wait to take this thing off.
"Yes," Cas finally said and she released a long breath, a thankful smile
creasing her face; Crowley was probably rolling on his throne right now, so
much time wasted on making her his idea of a perfect human. "She is with your
mother. They are. . .happy. . ."
"Happy," Aggie repeated, the word almost lost to her; but Dean had been her
happiness for so long.
Castiel nodded, giving her a sympathetic look. "Sam is right. The Dean you've
known thus far is not the Dean we both know," he paused. "If anything he is the
exact opposite of the being currently locked in the trunk."
Dean growled and then roared at that. "I'm gonna fucking kill you all. Even you
Aggie, you backstabbing little slut!"
"He does not mean that," Cas tries to assure her while she stared down at her
lap.
Aggie smiled back at him, nodding slightly. "I know, Castiel," she sighed and
looked out her window. "I've been with him for a year. Even when he was
domineering. . .forceful. . .overpowering," she trembled slightly and raked a
hand back through her hair. "Dean never said things like that," she smiled
slightly. "He called me beautiful and pretty and sweet. . .so things like
that," she shook her head. "They don't bother me. I know how he really feels."
Sam and Cas shared a glance, slowly realizing that Dean had quieted in the
trunk. Aggie pursed her lips inwards, strumming her fingers on her thigh. She
was thinking on it now, squeezing her thigh at when she had first met Dean.
Demon or not, Dean was sweet with her, gentle some times. Yes, he was an ass
and sometimes he. . .he said yes when she said no. But damn those hormones, she
still wanted him and that was why she was helping Sam cleanse his brother; she
wanted to know all of Dean Winchester.
"How far to the bunker," Aggie asked.
"About another hundred or so miles," Sam stated and sighed, rubbing a hand over
his face.
She nodded, looking over her shoulder at Castiel. "You're staying right," Aggie
asked, brown eyes slightly wide with fear.
Castiel nodded. "I will stay," he murmured.
After another pause Aggie's cheeks flushed, catching the eyes of both men. "I.
. .I would really like to change. . ."
Instant sigh from Sam. "Well, I got a bag of clothes I moved from the car I
took over here. . .but its in the trunk. With Dean."
Aggie sighed again and slouched in her seat. "It itches."
"One minute," Sam hummed, pulling to the side of the road. "Wait right here,
I'll get them."
Aggie bobbed her head once, strumming the steady beat of La Grange - it stuck -
on her thigh while she listened to Sam and Dean snap at each other before the
trunk slammed shut. Castiel stayed silent behind her but she didn't mind; an
angel was sitting in the back seat, she had so many questions when they
stopped.
Mainly how long demon blood stayed inside of a human.
She perked when Sam slammed the drivers door open, tossing her a grocery bag.
Inside was a pair of jeans, a red flannel and. . .panties? She wasn't even
gonna ask, she didn't need to know anything at this point.
"Please look away," Aggie murmured.
After a few more grunts and tugs, she had on the panties, jeans and was
buttoning up the flannel. It felt familiar, with weeks of having to wear Dean's
shirts and having him be sweet when trying to get her comfortable with this
world.
"Castiel," Dean rumbled from the trunk. "I know you're fucking staring at her.
I'd stop it if I were you."
Aggie looked back and locked eyes with Castiel, her skin on fire and dare she
say he was blushing as well. Sam chuckled as Aggie got settled into her seat,
adjusting the shirt around her middle. She stuffed the bag between her feet,
digging her feet into her heels.
"Can I ask why you had women's clothes," Aggie arched an eyebrow at Sam. "And
don't tell me you went shopping for panties because that might be enough to
make me actually laugh," his silence spoke volumes. Aggie let out an actual
laugh. "A full grown man like you buying panties - I can only imagine the
cashiers face," she giggled and Dean growled again from the trunk.
"Stop flirting with them you whore," Dean spat and kicked against the roof of
the trunk. "Fucking harlot! I'm going to kill you."
Aggie paled and chewed on her bottom lip, jumping when Castiel placed a warm
hand on her shoulder. "He doesn't mean that," he paused. "That is the demon,
not Dean speaking."
"I know," she swallowed. "Just a little scary sometimes. I mean. . .how can you
not be afraid of that?"
"Its my brother," Sam sympathized. "I understand. That's why I talked to you.
You care about him despite it all and he creepily enough cares about you - but
remember he's a demon. When he's exorcised. . ."
"He will regret everything that he put you through," Castiel rumbled. "Dean is
an honorable man, without the demon clouding his judgments this may eat him up.
. ."
"I won't let that happen," Aggie stated adamantly and ran her hands through her
hair. "I hate this," she murmured.
"Join the club kid," Sam sympathized and Castiel sighed.
"This will not be easy, for any of us," he paused and scrubbed a hand over his
face. "But in the end it will be harder for Dean."
Another series of kicks coming from the trunk. "Fat chance of that you feathery
asshole!"
Castiel jerked forward as Dean kicked the back of seat. He nearly fell forward
at the next kick, only stopping when Aggie braced a hand against his chest; he
thanked her with a mute bob of the head.
"I knew it," Dean roared. "I knew you wanted to fuck her yourself. Well you
know what, go ahead! Go ahead and fuck the little slut you asshole!"
Cas sighed in exhaustion and Dean roared when Aggie just shook her head. "Mind
switching seats with me, Castiel?"
The angel furrowed his brow as Aggie clambered past him, thunking down in the
seat beside him. He cocked his head and Aggie jumped when he appeared in the
front seat; that was still weird. Aggie licked her lips when Sam and Castiel
began to talk lowly to each other.
Aggie pulled her legs up onto the seat, resting her head against the back and
listened to the demon panting. "Dean," she whispered. "I don't want anyone or
anything other than you," he rumbled. "I'm still. . .I still love you."
"Sex has nothing to do with love," he snapped.
She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around her knees. "So did you just
fuck me," she whimpered. "Pretty? Beautiful? Sexy? You didn't mean anything?"
"What would a plain little teenager mean to me," Dean growled. "You were a hole
to fuck. Nothing more."
Aggie let out a tear at that, arms wrapping around her legs as she huddled in
the corner. "Y-you don't mean that. I know you don't," she stuttered and
swallowed down another sob. "We'll cure you and you'll be. . .just fine. . ."
 
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     A bit of a bland chapter, but fillers are fillers, nothing I can do
     about it
She's awoken by Dean's violent cursing and a gentle hand on her shoulder.
Instinct has her on guard in an instant, has her reaching for the gun that's
not strapped to her thigh. The smooth, hard, backseat of the Impala was
unforgiving in sleep and she groaned; there was no gun, she was no longer under
Crowley's thumb and Dean had not taken her out.
"Calm, Aggie," its Castiel and she is briefly entranced by his calm voice;
perhaps it is just his angelic way. "We have arrived at the bunker."
Aggie nodded and scrubbed her knuckles into her eyes, ignoring the rough
stickiness of mascara from her job. She blinks a couple of times, looking up
and finding that they were parked in a garage. There were old cars shining in
fluorescent lighting parked perfectly on either side of them, the lighting
alone enough to burn her retinas from being fresh out of sleep. The leather of
the seat creaks as she sits up, nearly bumping into Castiel, who wasn't paying
attention thanks to the inhuman roar coming from the trunk; she'd heard it so
many times, in the vaults of Crowley's home, when he'd fight the disloyal.
"I apologize," he says, helping Aggie from the car while she squints, still
trying to wake up.
Sam is flicking the keys in his right hand, left tucked into his pocket as he
watches the frame of the black car rock. Sam looked up from under his brow at
Aggie, who stared expectantly through timid eyes; she wanted him out.
"Ready for this," he questioned, straightening himself.
"Not like we can keep him in there forever," she swallowed thickly. "Let's get
this over with."
Sam nodded once, looking over at Castiel who was standing just off to his
right; the angel bobbed his head, eyes as fixated as Aggie's on the trunk of
the car. Sam cocked his head for a moment and then stuck the key into the lock,
taking a small shift backwards when the trunk bobbed up before softly down
again. Sam put the keys in his pocket and opened the trunk completely, sighing
as he leaned against it.
"You gonna play nice," he questioned.
Dean snarled and spat into his face, which came as no surprise to Aggie but
Castiel seemed either appalled or shocked, maybe both? She didn't really care
because Dean was staring at her. His eyes were black as coal but he was still
looking at her, panting like a furious bull; she wondered if he saw red. He
didn't spit on her, didn't say anything, just kept her fixed to her spot with
soulless eyes. She hadn't seen them in some time, not fully, it brought back
several different memories where he brought her on a kill. Abaddon's followers
had been plentiful and they had helped teach Aggie how to kill demons, with her
own at her side. His eyes had always been black when he showed her how to hunt,
always panting like now, like he was struggling inside of himself; perhaps that
wasn't far from he truth.
His eyes flickered to green, which visibly made Sam uncomfortable when he
grinned up at him. "I'm gonna enjoy killing all of you, ya know?"
Sam sighed, as did Castiel, but Aggie had heard the threat so much - not
directed at her, though, never - that she didn't even twitch. Sam reached in
with Castiel, pulling Dean from the trunk and forcing him to stand upright. He
rolled his head on his shoulders and flexed his legs a little. How long had
they had him in the trunk? Had to be hours, Aggie felt sick to her stomach at
the thought and didn't allow herself to follow too close as they started into
this 'bunker'.
The lights hummed as they turned on, slowly and then all at once. The whole
place had a genuine warmth to it, but the silence was stifling, nerve wracking.
"Are you alright?"
Aggie jumped and looked up at Castiel, who had his brows arched in concern; she
could see Dean with flared nostrils several feet away, forced to wait while Sam
unlocked a door in the center of an empty hallway. Her throat closed up and she
wrung her hands in front of herself, looking back up at Castiel but she could
still feel that seething glare in the side of her head.
"Castiel," she whispered. "I don't. . .please don't talk to me unless this
works, okay?"
He gives her a slightly shocked look and Aggie gives him a desperate one,
brushing past him to follow Sam into the room he had unlocked. Inside, he and
Castiel pulled on a tall set of shelves, surprising Aggie when it opened up
into a large room with a chair and chains in the center of the room; there was
a table off to the side with several instruments of torture and syringes on its
top. There was a devil's trap painted on the floor and symbols braided over the
chains, cuffs; the room stank of holy water, she knew the smell well from her
own use.
She's so wrapped up in the room, she doesn't notice Dean lunging at her and Sam
only shouts once she's screaming in the floor. Castiel grabs him before he can
do worse but the damage is done and there's blood all over her. Her face burns
and she wants to touch it, apply pressure to stop the bleeding but there's just
too much pain.
"Dean! What did you do," Sam bellows and Aggie is sobbing as he helps her up;
the pain has even reached her legs and she wobbles. "Dean, what the fuck?!"
"I told you," she sees him swimming through the tears in her vision. "I'm gonna
fucking kill you all. Another moment and -"
"Enough, Dean," Castiel rumbles, arms tight and holding Dean's behind his back.
"Sam, take her out of here, I can handle him."
"You're sure," Sam questions, apprehensive.
Castiel nods and Dean jerks, snarls in his arms but he's not letting go; are
his eyes glowing? "Yes, I have Dean - tend to her."
Sam nods and pulls Aggie from the room, her eyes lingering on Dean and the
blood on his hands. He's grinning, possibly even after they've turned the
corner and then Aggie has to focus on walking. Sam doesn't speak as he leads
her through hallway after hallway, towards a door that has a small red plus to
the right of the door; it's an infirmary.
"I didn't even. . ." Sam shakes his head as he sits her down in a chair against
the wall. "I should have been paying better attention."
She doesn't say anything, just sees her reflection above the sink and lets
another sob free, rocking her head back. He's torn open her cheek in jagged
strips and blood, from her ear to nearly her mouth, but it curves downwards
just at the corner.
He'd been cruel to her some times, slapped her but never even punched her. His
main form of some sort of punishment was having her body betray itself with
sex. But he had never maimed her in any way, never tried to really hurt her in
such a way. He was a wild animal trying any tactic to be free.
"Fuck," Sam rubbed the back of his head. "Here, let me clean that up."
She nods numbly - literally - and presses her tongue against the inside of her
cheek, feeling sharp points of pain stabbing at her senses, so she stops. Her
nose tingles with fresh tears and she tentatively wipes at it, sniffling. She
looks up when Sam sets a chair in front of her, a small table at his right with
a first aid kit and a wet cloth in his hand.
"This is gonna hurt a little," he frowns, as if the words are unnecessary.
They kind of are.
She just nods again and cringes when he begins to stroke what skin he can,
removing the blood. She sees it come away crimson and looks away, not wanting
to see it because it just conjures up bad thoughts. He pats the skin with paper
towel and then opens up the kit, the rag discarded on the floor. She tries to
think of better things while he works methodically, trying to ignore the fresh
pain that continues to hit her at irregular intervals.
"What is this?"
Aggie blinks and returns her attention to Sam, seeing an inky black clot
sitting atop the blood on his fingers. It seems to move on its own, rippling
where Sam sits completely still, his eyes flickering up to Aggie. She stares at
that clot with indifference and maybe a little sadness, shaking her head
slowly.
"Crowley," she started and her voice cracked. She cleared her throat and
breathed a quick breath. "Dean left me with Crowley for months and. . .maybe
once a week. . .he would come in and force feed me stuff that looked like that.
I. . .I don't know what it is but I - it made me change."
She didn't really know how to explain what it had done to her exactly, but
where she nearly fainted at the sight of an open wound before, that stuff had
her opening them up herself, on humans and demons. It was kind of like it
stifled all of her senses, made her as compliant as a programmed robot.
 Sam turned his hand a little, eyes examining the clot before he reached into
  the kit, producing a small vial - why was that in there? - and shaking the
stuff off into the glass. It came to life then, shuddering and slinking up the
      sides of the container before slowly easing into a malformed ball.
"That. . .doesn't look good," Sam murmured, tucking the vial into his front
shirt pocket.
"Ya think," Aggie murmured.
Sam chuckled softly, giving her an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry this all
happened to you, Aggie. I really am. I should have tried harder to -"
"Please don't blame yourself," she whispered. "I should have never let him
touch me the first time," she shook her head. "I should have never had a crush
on him."
"Dean's charming," she looked up and he was threading a curved needle. "Demon
Dean is aggressive. I don't know if you could have fought it if you tried," he
tried with a reassuring smile. "Now, sit still and let's get you patched up."
 
 
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"What have you done to that girl, Dean?"
"I fucked her. Its really quite simple."
Cas fingers the scalpel on the table, looking over at Dean who looks mildly
pleased with himself, head cocked and chin raised. His arms twitched as he
tried to pull away from the binds keeping him to the chair, but there was no
way he was getting free either way.
Castiel had never thought this would go this way, he had never expected Dean to
become a demon but it was always a guarantee should he die, so it shouldn't be
that big of a surprise. Still, seeing Dean with black eyes and doing what he
has to that young girl, it was appalling. And what made it worse was that Dean
was proud of what he had done.
Its just the demon in him.
Castiel had to remember that.
"She is just a child, Dean."
"And so fucking tight," Dean sighed dreamily. "Man, you wouldn't believe it.
Even after a year, tightest pussy I've ever been in. Might have to fuck her
before I kill her. . .or after. I haven't really decided yet."
Castiel gave him a mild look of horror, but he again knew this was all lies;
had to be. "Did you ever plan on telling her what really happened with her
aunt?"
Dean stilled, lips lightly pursing before he pointed at Castiel. "It wasn't my
plan. I liked the woman."
"What?"
Both Castiel and Dean looked up, seeing Aggie and Sam standing in the doorway.
Blood had soaked into her shirt and remained on her front, the rag in her hand
hinted that she had been using it to clean herself. She had a big patch of
white gauze up the side of her face but it did nothing to mask her disbelief
and despair. Dean relaxed, jaw clenching rhythmically now that he understood -
Cas had known she was there.
"Yeah," Dean started. "You didn't kill your aunt, kid - Crowley did. Well, her
body isn't dead but she's not your aunt anymore," he shook his head, a mock
look of sympathy on his face. "Thought getting rid of your aunt and blaming you
for her death would keep you compliant - who knew he was right."
"Why," she trembled, as did her voice. "You let me believe for a year that I
killed her," she went to shout but her wound would only let her do so much.
"I know Crowley thought I was getting out of control," Dean sighed. "Gave me a
gift to keep me from turning on him. . .he gave me you."
She quivered, fingers tight and white around the rag in her hand; she felt like
she was gonna be sick. And he was just staring at her, not even smirking, just
staring blankly and it was driving her crazy. She'd gave him a year of her life
and he didn't have the decency to tell her she hadn't murdered her last remnant
of family? Had he known first, though? She knew a lot of things Crowley had
kept from Dean, so maybe he didn't? But it didn't really matter, he had kept it
a secret so whether he knew what Crowley had done before hand held no grounds -
she was sick.
"I need to lie down," she murmured, turning to the door.
Dean barked out a laugh before Sam shut the door behind them, glancing down at
Aggie with concern. "I'll take you to a room. . .might not be the one you want,
but we don't have beds in every room anymore."
Aggie shook her head as she walked beside Sam. "I don't care, I just need to
lie down."
Sam nodded and she followed as he took the lead, turning right at the end of
the hallway before he stopped in front of a door. She looked around as she
walked into the room, eyeing the weapons displayed on the walls, the scent of
that familiar cologne in the stale air, the flannels peeking at her from a half
closed closet door. She looked back at Sam as she stopped in the middle of the
room, seeing him leaning against the door with a sad look on his face.
"His room. . .?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah," he sighed. "Look, you may not want to be near him now and
he may have done some screwed up things over the past year but look around,
stretch your legs, get to know the kind of man my brother is without having to
speak to him just yet. And rest."
Aggie pursed her lips a little and nodded, picking her nails. "Alright, Sam,"
before he closed the door, she spoke again. "And tell me when its all over. .
.okay?"
He gave her a reassuring smile. "Promise."
She smiled, then that faded after the door softly shut behind Sam. She looked
around a little more, approaching the left side of the bed and examining the
weapons on the wall. They were polished and also worn, showing their edge and
menace; he had used these. She ran a hand over the sheets as she sat on the
edge of the bed, eventually ending up in the middle and on her side without
putting pressure on her injured side.
She sighed as she inhaled the stale scent of Dean in the sheets, staring at the
clock; it was a little after four in the morning. Should she sleep or wait
until Dean was. . .Dean?
She yawned wide enough to hear her jaw pop and the wound ached.
Sleep it is.
***** Chapter 7 *****
It'd be kind of cliche to say when she wakes up, she doesn't expect what she's
greeted with.
But what else can you say when your first action is to rocket through an
orgasm?
Her walls clenched and pull - convulse - around his fingers and she can see
manic glee in ebony eyes. Her face twists into horror and orgasmic bliss as he
continues to finger her, his erection straining through his jeans against her
hip; he wants to fuck her but he has other plans.
"Now," he hummed, her moans and whimpers music to his ears. "Here I am being so
generous and giving you an orgasm when you had me locked in a trunk."
"Dean, ah!"
"Ah, ah, ah," he tutted, other hand tightening around her throat; how did she
miss that? "I don't really feel like hearing it. But you wanna hear how you can
make it up to me?"
"Please," she shuddered and bucked against his hand; manic. "Please Dean!"
His tongue strokes across the edges of her bandage, mingling dull pain with
heat that shot straight to her core. Always fascinated with his tongue, she
adored the things it could do when he allowed it; she never asked, only begged
when he wanted her too.
"You're gonna help me kill my brother," he spoke as if this were an every day
conversation, like he was asking about the weather. "And you're gonna help me
kill the angel. Or I fuck your corpse, how's that sound?"
Reality was only able to settle around the fringes, but she got the gyst.
Still, it didn't stop her from reaching for his lips. He didn't deny her that
pleasure, let her taste of him and copper - blood?
He has assaulted her.
He had cut open her face, assisted in taking away the fragile life she was in
the process of building and completely screwed up her mind.
And she still wanted him.
She may have been developing a tad of a problem.
When he pulled away, she saw green and remembered why they were here in the
first place - to fix him. But could she go against him? Could she really? She'd
never went against him, hardly said no; she'd taken every ounce of shit he had
thrown at her and every time came back for more. So, right now, with his
fingers dancing so elegantly against her skin, she almost falls for it. She
almost begs for his forgiveness and almost pleas for him to let her help, let
her fix him.
"Don't make me do that," she whispered, twisting beneath his gaze. "Dean don't
-"
"It was never an option, sweet heart," his fingers flexed and tightened around
her throat. "You will do it. Understand?"
She hesitated again but this time it ended in a nod of the head and his fingers
extracted from her pretty neck. He smirked as he rose above her, every bit the
God he perceived himself to be; she did not protest. Her eyes locked onto the
gun he pulled from behind his back, tactical and shiny.
"Here," he twisted it around in his hand and she threaded her fingers through
the grip; her hand shook. "You find him first, you get that sweet little pussy
of yours eaten, okay? You want that don't you," she nodded fiercely, the tips
of her toes barely brushing the carpet. "Good girl. Lets hunt together then."
She swallowed as she watched him walking towards the door, grabbing a hammer
from the foot of the bed. He tossed a wink over his shoulder before he slipped
out into the hallway. Aggie let out a shaky breath and cradled the gun in her
hands, swallowing guilt before she stood to find something to cover herself.
The hallway was bathed in red, making an eerie hunting ground; where was
Castiel? Couldn't he stop Dean? What if. . .
The lights faded, slowly coming back to plain white fluorescence and she felt
slightly better.
She'd hunted with Dean before, but it was against demons and not his own
brother, an angel. Demons, she could handle. Demons were simple. Demons were
nothing. Sam was a completely different story, no matter what he believed and
Castiel was a fucking angel - there really wasn't a new need for reasoning out
of that one. But she would follow Dean, she would follow him for more than one
reason - and that undeniable tingle between her legs was one of the main
culprits.
Aggie jerked and twisted on a bare right foot, aiming the gun down a blank
hallway; hadn't she heard someone? Imagination. . .had to be her own
imagination. She shook her head and lowered the gun, her whole body taught and
vibrating with the situation. She shouldn't be doing this, she should find Sam
and help catch Dean but fuck was she scared of what Dean would do if he
overpowered them.
"Aggie."
She jumped and jerked her head up, seeing Castiel peeking through one of the
doors in the hallway. She looked down both ends and shoved herself into the
room, finding herself flushed against an angel. Castiel grunted and she hissed,
pressing herself into the nearest corner to prevent adding pressure to him; she
could feel the stickiness of blood on her leg.
"You're hurt," she murmured, a chill settling on her skin.
"Yes," Castiel says hollowly. "Dean attacked me, the treatments purified him
enough to get loose," he paused and she could barely see the outline of his jaw
from the light coming in from under the door, but she knew he cocked his head.
"Aggie, you know that you do not have to continue to blindly obey him. You are
not at his mercy. Not anymore."
She shook her head, gun shaking in her hand; could she end an angel with just
this gun? "I don't. . ." She trembled once. "I don't want him to throw me
away," she sounded so weak. "He'll just throw me away, Castiel. I can't leave
him - I just can't."
Even after everything, she couldn't just let Dean - demon or not - give up on
her. If this was obsession, she'd gladly admit to it. If this was love, she
didn't want it anymore. She couldn't fall out of love with someone like Dean,
someone who she had given everything to. There was no way, and if this was what
it took for it to be just them again, she had no choice.
"We all have choices, Aggie," she jumped at Castiel's monotone voice.
"Stay out of my head," she managed through shaky lips. "Stay," she ordered,
catching him nod through the darkness. "Can you. . .can you heal yourself?"
"Yes, but it may take me a moment."
She nodded and gave him no more room to speak, wrenching the door open and
sliding back out into the hallway. She felt ungrateful using Dean's breathing
techniques on her own hunt, but they calmed her racing heart and made her hands
more steady, though she still felt increasingly sick and chilly. The bunker was
nearly silent, but there was the faint whir of machinery in the walls, in other
rooms, the subtle shift of her skin over the reflective tiles. Her breath
seemed amplified by the broad hallways and she found the techniques were
beginning to lessen in efficiency the more she moved.
And then she was pinned.
She screamed as her back connected hard against the wall, a knee shoved up into
the apex of her thighs, bruising a still tender territory. His eyes were
obsidian and angry, hammer clenched in his left hand as she dropped the gun
from her right. He was breathing in that voice again, the one that was too deep
and echoed back every letter ominously.
"You fucking let him get away," he snarled. "Didn't even try -"
And then he was wrenched from her, tumbling to her right with the ringing of
metal still in the air. Instinct had the gun in her hand and raised to his
attacker, but upon seeing Sam standing there, with a frying pan of all things,
she breathed a shaky sigh and lowered the gun.
"You okay," she nodded, paused and then shook her head, looking back at Dean,
who was swaying to his feet. "Get back," Sam ordered, dropping the pan.
Dean groans and shakes his head as he swaggers to his feet, glaring with coal
black eyes at Aggie. "You little whore," the words hit hard but she doesn't
flinch. "I can't wait to tear you apart," his eyes flicker to Sam and he
smirks. "I'll make you watch."
"Dean," Sam rumbles. "Let us help you!"
"I don't need your fucking help," Dean roared. "Don't you fucking get it?! I
never needed your fucking help! I wanted to stay this way, I wanted that dumb
bitch before I knew just how low she'd stoop against me! And then you came in
and just destroyed everything!!"
"Dean."
He snarled and whipped around, quickly assaulted by a blast of light from
Castiel's palm. Sam shielded Aggie from it but she felt the heat around them,
heard an agonizing wail pull from Dean's lips but she clung to Sam. Whatever it
was, she could swear she heard singing somewhere in there, between the high
pitched note making her ears sting; Sam's right ear bled. Just as quickly as it
had started, there was a soft pop and the air died, cooled and Sam hesitantly
let Aggie out of his grasp. Dean was sprawled out on the floor, unconscious but
muttering in his sleep, in a demonic voice and Cas was swaying, staring down at
him with a deeply hurt face.
Aggie tucked her gun into the back of her jeans and hurried to Cas' side,
grunting under his weight when he leaned on her but feeling comfort in the
angels warm presence. "He will be unconscious for some time," Castiel murmured,
looking down at Aggie. "You need to assist Sam in taking Dean back to the. .
.dungeon."
Sam actually chuckled at that, but it was tired and muffled by his hands
scrubbing his face. "Nah, I got this," Sam waved a hand at the pair. "Aggie go
get him comfortable, work on healing what Dean damaged."
Aggie nodded, much to Castiel's protest but he didn't seem to mind the
assistance as he pointed Aggie towards the library. She dropped him into one of
the chairs and it creaked briefly under his weight, a groan coming from her as
she arched her back at the knots forming; she would usually lead Dean to rub
her down. . .of course, it ended in sex for him.
"What's wrong with me," she whispered to no one in particular, sinking down
into the chair beside Castiel.
He let out a quick pant and rocked his head to look at her, his brow furrowed
and arched in sympathy. "You'd do anything for him," it sounded like a
statement and a question.
Aggie smiled bitterly and looked up at the ceiling. "You have no idea."
"Actually, I do," she looked over at him again, saw a rosy dusting to his
cheeks. "Sam had me. . .find you when he could not. You are very good."
"Dear Lord," Aggie ran an embarrassed hand over her mouth. "How long -"
"The whole thing - I had to know where you went next."
"Are you kidding me," Aggie groaned.
"I'm sorry," Castiel said sheepishly, slowly tugging off his overcoat. "Sam
insisted - I told him nothing."
"Well at least there's that," her eyes flickered as she watched him wince, eyes
focusing on the buttons on his shirt. "Hold still," she sighed.
He did as she said, some sort of repayment for invading her privacy between she
and Dean. She undid the buttons in silence, even helping him out of the shirt,
dropping the garments to the floor. She was so small, still a child to even
Sam, Castiel could understand the appeal to Dean with his soulnessness. Still
pure, even with what Dean and Crowley had her carry out; there was something
wrong though, he would say nothing until this passed over. There was enough for
her to worry about than his questioning.
"I expected an angel to look more. . ."She cocked her head as she stared at his
chest unabashedly. "Glorious, I suppose? Angelic?"
A chuckle. "This is just a vessel," her eyes focused on where Dean had cut him
open, a deep but small wound. "His name was Jimmy. . .he was a good man."
"He was beautiful," she murmured. "But I still expected more."
"If you could see me as I truly am, you would not survive I am afraid."
She waved a hand. "I'm just honored to be sitting near one. Such a common
place. . ."
They lapsed into gentle silence and Aggie found extreme comfort in it, even
though she expected that with a holy presence beside her. He worked carefully
around the wound, making Aggie wonder what Dean had attacked him with - had he
told her? She couldn't remember, she was still examining every little nick on
his skin, every freckle, the ripple of his abdomen; definitely expected an
angel to not have a slight roll when he sat. Even as a demon, Dean still spoke
fondly of him when she asked, of course the words would soon be followed by
some kind of venom to erase the idea that he missed his old family.
"You stare more than he does."
Aggie and Castiel jumped at the sound of Sam entering the room, saw how tired
he was. "Is he going to be cured this time," Aggie stood, placing a hand
subconsciously on Castiel's shoulder. "He's not gonna get loose is he?"
San shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "No, no this time we're
gonna watch him more carefully. He's still unconscious and the treatment is
halfway through," he paused. "You don't have to worry about this, Aggie. Once
its over --"
"Don't tell me I can go back to a normal life," she shook her head. "I can't.
There's nowhere for me to go - I thought all I had was Dean and Crowley and
even then. . ." She swallowed. "I'm not leaving him."
"I figured," Sam quirked his lips in the corner. "Well, you can always come
into the Hunter lifestyle - Dean's trained you right. You have a grasp of what
it means, don't you?"
Aggie nodded slowly. "I have the basics," she felt sick to her stomach. "I
just. . .can we talk about this once he's better? Please?"
Sam nodded solemnly. "Fine, fine but we will have to talk about it eventually.
You're still a minor and if you stay there'll either have to be some claiming
or we're gonna have to basically erase you."
She let out a slow breath. "I'd rather you just erase me," she looked between
the two men. "I'm gonna go make something to eat. . .anyone else hungry?"
"I can assist," Castiel stood. "I need to wash my clothing."
Aggie refrained from arching an eyebrow in questioning but nodded slowly. "I'll
help you do that," she paused while Castiel gathered his clothes. "I'll stay up
until he's cured," she was almost stern speaking to Sam.
He nodded, placing his hands on his hips. "I figured," he paused. "I'll need
you, Castiel. Soon."
The angel nodded. "I will try to be fast," he looked expectantly to Aggie.
"Shall we?"
She nodded and started for where he pointed, Castiel held back by Sam. "And
Cas," he looked over at the younger Winchester.
"Yes?"
"Just. . .don't, okay?"
Cas opened his mouth to speak but then paused, nodding. "I understand."
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
     For you lovely readers, here enjoy.
     Ignore spelling mistakes, I was in a hurry
Aggie doesn't know what to think about Castiel - the angel - but she does like
that he is over enthusiastic about the strangest things. Like her cooking,
which isn't good but it was gonna be good enough for her - and then he admitted
he wanted to try some of it. So of course, many minutes of frustrated huffing
and hand flapping later, Aggie finally gives in and makes him a bowl of. .
.whatever it was supposed to be - she'd just grabbed familiar things from the
cabinet and thrown them together.
"I. . .didn't even know angels ate," Aggie murmured as she rinsed their bowls,
Castiel hovering just over her shoulder.
"Its complicated," he murmured and she jumped. "I cannot feel Dean any longer.
. .we do not have much longer to wait before he is cured."
Aggie nodded, cheek throbbing faintly. "He's not gonna like to hear what he's
done," she murmured.
Castiel nodded. "No, he will not like that all," he paused. "Especially what he
did to you. He will hate himself for that."
Aggie sighed, turning around to lean back against the counter. "He shouldn't,"
she said softly. "It wasn't his fault."
Castiel hummed under his breath. "We are aware of that," he stated. "However,
Dean will not see it that way."
"So he must really blame himself for things that are out of his control," she
murmured and Castiel nodded with a exasperated expression. "He's. . .he's
really a sweet guy, isn't he," she didn't know, couldn't know because for a
year now she's been tossed around by a damn demon.
Castiel nodded softly, a strange look on his face. "Dean is a good man," he
started. "He has gotten lost many, many times but he has done enough for the
world that things can be looked over. . .he and Sam have saved the world more
than necessary," he ran a hand over his face. "And if he breaks a vase I'm
positive he will blow it out of proportion."
Aggie chuckled lightly, wiping her hands off on her jeans. "I see that," she
said softly. "A couple times, there was. . .something that slipped past the
demon's control. . ." She trailed off.
Castiel nodded, smiling fondly. "I've known Dean and Sam for quite some time,"
he said. "Both are good men and even better friends."
Aggie smiled as best she could and rubbed Castiel on the arm. "Sam's got
everything under control," she murmured. "You should have your friend back
soon."
"Final dose," Aggie and Cas looked up, seeing Sam haggard and a little hopeful.
"You. . .you want to be there," he was looking at Aggie. "You don't have to be,
but I think you want to."
Aggie swallowed thickly, looking between Castiel and Sam before she nodded. She
shouldn't, she knew now that seeing what he did would hurt Dean but she wanted
to see him. She wanted to embrace him, tell him how happy she was that he was
fixed - but would she really? She'd loved a demon, loved the slight thrill and
the fact that sometimes, the demon was kind to her and only her. . .but that
was a selfish thought. He wasn't hers, he was Sam's brother and Castiel's
friend and above all Dean needed to be human.
Aggie trailed behind Sam as they entered the repurposed boiler room. "Jesus,"
she breathed as her eyes fell to a wrung out Dean who sat slumped against the
chains. "You sure he's alright?"
Sam nodded and ran a hand through his sweat slick hair. "I'm sure," he
muttered. "Just exhausted."
Aggie nodded, stepping over to the far wall and crossing her arms over her
chest. "I'll stay out of your way for now," she murmured, chills running down
her spine as Dean groaned.
He shook his head softly, muttering something beneath his breath before he
slowly raised his head. She wanted his eyes to be black, for some reason - a
comfort, if you will - but instead they were that soft green, like dying moss.
He blinked a few times, looking up at Sam and Cas, Sam giving him a slightly
worn and small smile. Dean must have not seen Aggie, so she kept to the side,
wanting to cushion the transition for him.
"Welcome back, Dean," Sam said in a gruff voice; Dean just stared at him. Sam
swallowed thickly and looked over at Aggie, who was thankfully eclipsed by
shadows so Dean didn't seem to react when he followed Dean's eyes. "Uh. .
.there's someone that wants to say hello. . ." He gestured for Aggie to come
forward.
"Dean," Aggie questioned softly, shifting her hair slightly to hide her
bandaged cheek. "You with us?"
Dean nodded, tugging at the chains slightly. "I'm with you," he rasped
hoarsely.
Aggie smiled softly and crouched down in front of him. "Hey handsome," she
murmured gently and cupped the side of his face in her hand. "How you feeling?"
Dean choked out a laugh. "Like shit," he muttered.
Aggie shook her head. "Let me get these off you, yeah," she said, keeping her
voice low and soothing as she took the key from Sam and unlocked the chains.
He rubbed his wrists, staring down where he had broke skin and it had yet to
mend. Human. . .he was human again. . .and she was still. . .here. . .
Dean looked up then, watching Aggie stand and caught that faint glimpse of what
he had done, the bandages seeped with blood and her smile still so kind it made
his stomach roll. He shook his head slightly as he stood, towering over her and
suffocating in the silence of the room. She winced when he grasped the side of
her face, his other hand peeling the bandage off gently and he tried to swallow
but couldn't when he saw the gangly scarring from human nails - his nails -
down her face. She reaches up and pulled his hand down, hearing the bandage
give a gross flop against the concrete floor.
"I did that, didn't I," Dean choked out, fingers hovering over the slashed
flesh.
Aggie swallowed. "It's not as bad as it looks," she murmured softly and reached
up to grasp his wrist in a loose grip.
Dean shook his head, eyes wide with horror. "I hurt you," he stated and trying
to pull away but she tightened her grip.
"Listen to me," Aggie said firmly and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look her
in the eye. "It was NOT your fault. You weren't in control," she paused. "I do
not blame you. I don't hate you any other stupidly assumed thought that is
running through your head."
Dean stares down at her for a long time, the silence in the room proving to be
too much before he just shook his head. He brushed her hands off and rubbed a
hand down his face, stomping out of the room. Aggie stared at her hands - that
were shaking - before she looked to Sam and Cas in desperation. She heard a
door slam shut somewhere in the bunker and it made her jump; was he angry with
her or. . .?
Castiel sighed and shook his head. "He's not angry with you," he assured her.
"He just needs some time to process the past several months."
Aggie nodded, expression pained. "I get it," she sighed. "I do. . .but I just.
. ."
Sam nodded. "I get it," he said. "Trust me I do. But this is just how Dean
deals."
Aggie sighed and wrapped her arms around her waist. "I think one of you should
bandage my face again," she muttered. "They sting."
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He hasn't come out of his room since he went in and Aggie is growing worried.
She's standing outside of his door right now, tugging on the hem of her night
shorts and staring intently at the doorknob; she can't hear anything from the
other side of the door. She'd never felt such hesitance since before she was on
the road with him. . .Crowley. . .but she didn't know what to do. He was having
a hard time right now and she was pretty sure her bandaged face was the last
thing he wanted to see right now but. . .
Aggie swallowed thickly and strummed her knuckles on the door. "D-Dean," she
called out and received silence. "Dean please. . .can I come in," still
nothing. "Dean please," Aggie pleaded. "I'm worried about you."
She jumped back as the door swung open and Dean stuck his head out. "Don't
worry about me I'm just freaking fantastic," he drawled and attempted to shut
the door only to have it close on her foot.
"Dammit," Aggie spat and braced a hand against the door frame. "Seriously, just
let me in."
Dean groaned, too tired to deal with this shit and let her in. He left the door
open and walked away from the door, leaving Aggie to hesitate again at the
door. She rocked her jaw back and forth before she stepped into the room, eyes
flickering around the strewn clothes and the weapons decorating the walls. They
were all so intimidating, coupled with his broad, hunched shoulder as he stood
to the left of the bed. He was rubbing the back of his neck, staring down at
something in his hand. Aggie shut the door softly behind her and approached him
slowly, her hand shaking against the bare slope of his back. But he jerked away
and she jumped back, swallowing thickly and looking at him with a blank face.
"How could you. . ." He shook his head and set down what Aggie noticed was a
picture; who was the woman? "Why did you leave with me, Aggie? I was a damn
demon and you left with me and Crowley -" he paused and she expected his eyes
to turn black. "Fucking Crowley," he snarled. "That motherfucker. . .
"Dean," she reached out for him again but he slapped her hand away.
"Don't touch me," Dean growled and Aggie stepped back, actual fear churning in
her gut. "Don't touch me ever again," he hissed.
Aggie swallowed and stepped back again, chewing on her lower lip. "What did I
do," she whispered.
Dean turned slightly, an odd sheen to his eyes. "Just stay away from me," he
muttered. Aggie hesitated, unsure of what to do. "Just go," he barked and she
sprinted for the door.
She slammed the door behind her, heart thrumming at a hummingbirds pace; she
had to grip the fabric over her heart, feeling it nearly shatter. Aggie licked
her bottom lip and pushed off of the door, feeling tears leaking from her eyes
as she headed. . .she didn't know where she was going, she just knew she had to
get away from him. This wouldn't last. . .he'd be hers again, she just knew it.
He'd get over whatever was wrong with him and he'd love her again. He wouldn't.
. .the demon never did that, this was just a little faze is all.
"Aggie," the young girl jumped and skittered back a step, wide eyes coming up
to Castiel; where the Hell had he come from? "Aggie, are you okay? Has
something happened to Dean," his brow was gently creases in concern and his
hand hesitated around her elbow.
Aggie's lips trembled as they parted, eyes rolling around his face before she
hung her head. "Dean - Dean he - he screamed at me and he kicked me out of his
room," she shook her head fiercely and looked back up at Castiel; she was
really crying this time. "Why is he being so mean? I thought. . .I. . ."
Castiel sighed and pulled her against him. "I am sorry, Aggie," he murmured
soothingly. "Truly I am."
Aggie nodded, sobbing openly against the cool fabric of his ever-present trench
coat. She hadn't cried in so long and she deserved this, she deserved something
- but she didn't want it to be Castiel. She wanted to curl up with Dean and
cry, beg him to love her again -
"I just - I didn't think he was capable of hurting me like that."
Cas shook his head, wrapping his arms around her shuddering shoulder. "I'm sure
he'll get over whatever is bothering him soon enough," he said gently. "For
now, you must simply be patient."
Aggie shook her head and pulled back a little, fisting her hands tightly in his
coat. "A year," she whispered. "I mean. . .I get this is a bit much for him but
doesn't he understand it's a lot for me too? I-I love him and he just -"
And then there it was, a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. Lips shaking,
hands flexing around her upper arms and Aggie lets out a small gasp. Her eyes,
misty with tears, stare up at Castiel in immense confusion. Cas looked down in
his own bubble of confusion, like he didn't really know what he had just done
but he didn't look close to apologizing.
"Castiel," Aggie questioned softly, looking up at him through her lashes. "What
was that?"
Cas shook his head, blinking several times. "Um a kiss," he murmured, trailing
a hand down her arm to hold her hand. "I only know that I could not bear to see
you so sad and that seems to. . .
Aggie let out a shaky breath and looked up at him fully. "Castiel, are you. .
." she asked.
He blinked a few times, her hand becoming heavy in his when he didn't answer
right away; she felt the same. For someone like Aggie - whose first and only
relationship was with a demon-turned man throwing a fit in his bedroom - the
look Castiel was giving her was definitely alien. If he said no and the kiss
was experimental, her heart would be crushed but. . .she'd known him for a
short time, but she could tell he wasn't a cruel person - or rather, angel.
Which caused a new flurry of feelings to blur inside of Aggie.
"I suppose," he murmured and purses his lips slightly. "I've. . .watched you
long enough, I've admired the strength you have grown into with having to
handle both Crowley and Dean. . .but you are his."
Aggie shook her head, rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb. "Not
anymore," she muttered sadly. "He doesn't want me anymore."
Castiel sighed and brushed back the hair from the bandaged side of her face.
"I'm sure he will come around," he assured her.
Aggie choked out a laugh. "Do you always put others before yourself," she
asked. "It's awfully chivalrous of you."
He smiled a little. "I am an angel of the Lord," he murmured and it sounded
practiced. "I must take care of you humans. . .you seem to have a hard time
coping with this world."
Aggie swallowed thickly, running her thumb over one of his buttons. "Some of us
a little more than others," she managed and looked up at him. "I. . .I don't
know what to do, Castiel," she whispered.
"And I cannot tell you what to do either," Castiel murmured gently, still
toying with her hair; it gave her a funny feeling.
Aggie sighed and hung her head. "Can I-can I stay with you tonight," she asked.
"I just. . .don't want to be alone. . ."
Castiel coughed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I-I suppose so," he muttered.
"It would be the chivalrous thing after all."
Aggie chuckled a little and nodded. "It would," she hesitated and looked back
over her shoulder. "You don't have a room, I'm guessing," she looked back up at
him, head cocked.
Castiel shook his head and Aggie was pulling him along before he could protest.
"I do not sleep," he muttered. "I do not require a room - Sam has given you
you're own, I assume?"
Aggie nodded but said nothing, feeling oddly strange able to pull an angel
behind her so easily. As they passed Dean's room, she still heard silence and
ducked her head, picking up her pace until she was basically running down the
hallway. Was this what a panic attack felt like? Everything felt tight in her
chest, her head hurt and Castiel's hand was hot in hers.
"Aggie," Castiel questioned as she all but slammed into her room and backed
herself against the far wall.
"I can't. . ." She muttered. "I can't deal with all of this."
Her eyes darted, her hands clenched at her chest; yeah, definitely a panic
attack. She wanted to be mad at Dean, she wanted to hate him and she wanted to
tell him how much he meant to her and - just, fuck!
Castiel gave her a worried look and came to stand in front of her. "Aggie," he
murmured. "Aggie, calm down."
She looked up at him, wide eyed. "I don't know what to do," Aggie muttered,
dropping her head to rest against his chest. "I just. . .don't know."
Castiel blinked a few times, looking around the dark room. Nothing. It was like
the room in a mental ward; for Aggie, its exactly where she felt she needed to
be. Castiel swallowed thickly and edged her towards the bed, eyes going
slightly wide as she completely collapsed and pulled him back against the bed.
She wasn't looking at him, she was staring up at the ceiling with a slightly
panicked and slightly blank look; like she wasn't really there.
"Aggie," Castiel murmured, brow furrowed. "Aggie? Can you hear me? Are you
okay," he'd never had a human do this to him before. "Aggie," Castiel tried
again and nearly yelped when she all but leapt up and straddled his waist.
Her expression was desperate and needy, not something he was generally used to
being projected towards him. He'd witnessed the look mainly thrust towards
Dean, who was the cause of this look she was giving him. Her body was humming
with a kaleidoscope of emotions, each overlapping the other and telling her
what she wanted but didn't need - him.
"Do you want me," Aggie asked, looking down at him with hooded eyes.
Castiel swallowed and placed his hands on her hips. "Yes," he stated and she
surged down, a sigh of relief coming from her lips. "Just not like that."
Aggie paled and froze, hand shaking w his collar before she was crawling away
from him, placing herself in the corner where the bed met two walls. She curled
her legs up under herself and shook her head, looking embarrassed and
frustrated; her cheeks were a distinct shade of pink.
"No one wants me," she whimpered and Castiel felt his heart clench for her.
"Aggie," he murmured gently and went over to her. "I do desire you, just
simply. . .not in that sense."
"Why kiss me then," she bit out and there was a hurt look in her eyes. "Why
would you. . .kiss me and then follow me and," she shook her head and fisted
her hands in the sheets around her hips. "Why," she snapped.
Castiel shook his head, undeniably cravable with disheveled hair and that
genuinely innocent look to his face. "I like you," he insisted. "But. . .there
is more to that than the desire to. . .bed you," she furrowed her brow deeply,
still appearing hurt. "The demon that bed you, he just wanted to take you Aggie
- because that is what demons do. They take innocence. . .and warp it," he
gestured to the wall. "That is why Dean is berating himself and pushing you
away - that is not how a man acts and he hates himself for allowing that to
happen."
Aggie shook her head, seemingly fighting an inner battle before fresh tears
began to flow down her cheeks again. "Why does it hurt," she asked. "I loved a
demon, so why does it hurt having the man push me away?"
Castiel sighed and stroked a hand through her hair, the act strange but she
seemed to be thankful for it. "That I do not have an answer for," he paused and
she took the lapse to crawl towards him, craving contact and content to have
his cheat swaddling her back; he was confused. "The human heart is a
complicated thing," just like the human female apparently.
Aggie snorted through her tears. "No shit, Sherlock," she murmured.
There was a small snort. "You love him," Aggie tightened a fist against the
sheets again. "Man or demon. . .you love Dean, that is why it hurts. . .and I
cannot fix that," he paused. "You and Dean must try. . .but all in due time."
Aggie swallowed thickly. "Do you think he'll ever. . ." She didn't know how to
finish the question, because she didn't know what to ask. Had the demon loved
her, or was it all the act of taking? He had only taken her, he had admitted
that, had only slept with her once she got his claws in her - so there must
have been something there, to make it hurt so fucking bad. "He and I need to
talk soon anyway," she murmured. "About Crowley. . ."
Castiel nodded, beginning to toy with her hair again. "Later," he murmured
soothingly. "For now, I think that your body and your mind have been put
through enough."
Aggie sighed, fighting back a yawn as she leaned back against his chest. "Are
you okay with cuddling," she asked sleepily.
Castiel hesitated but shook his head. "I have to objections to it," he replied
softly, breath tickling the hair on her neck.
Aggie smiled, before turning over to face him. "Good."
 
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He left them in the bunker, let Castiel console her because it just wasn't his
place - the one that destroyed her, trying to fix her?
Yeah, that just didn't feel right to him.
So, while everyone else was asleep - well, Sam was asleep and he could still
hear Aggie and Cas muttering together in her room - he slipped out to the
garage. She didn't understand why Dean was pushing her away? He had really
fucked this one up. . .he may have been in a demon state of mind but -
Dean shook his head and scrubbed a hand over his face. He couldn't touch her
again, he couldn't even think about her without remembering the shit he had
done to her. He'd. . .he'd basically raped her, made it to where she actually
thought what he did to her was perfectly acceptable - all that she deserved. He
didn't know how to fix this, but he would start with Crowley - he'd start with
the shit Crowley had started and Dean would be damned sure he finished it.
"I was just about to come looking for you," Dean mumbled, slowly pressing down
on the brakes at a red light.
Crowley yawned. "Oh bore, you're human again," he drawled and rocked his head
back and forth against the head rest. "How's lil Aggie? Did my experiment work
or is she still a bit of a head case?"
Dean growled and glared at Crowley, pulling off to the side of the road and
throwing the car into park. "You piece of shit," Dean snarled, twisting in his
seat. "You fucking knew I would want your blood the moment I was cured - if I
was and you still let me take her!"
Crowley blinked slowly. "Well yes," he said, as if it was so totally obvious.
"You needed something to keep you on check, keep you from bouncing bar-to-bar
and fucking every whore you ran across. Demon you seemed pretty content to
twist that little girl up like a pretzel. . .and my experiments were carried
out quietly - I doubt she remembers a thing."
"That's not the fucking point," Dean snapped. "She's fucking ruined, Crowley!
She's just a damn kid and you let me - you're gonna fix her! Clean her memory,
send her home, do something!"
Crowley arched his eyebrow. "You think I can really do that," Dean narrowed his
eyes. "Her aunt is still all wrapped up with the blood and my pet. . .and you
still know what you did - there's no cleaning up your actions with demon magic
this time, Dean-O. You're stuck with this."
Dean wanted to tear him to fucking shreds. "You take the shit out right now,"
Dean snarled. "God dammit - you drew me out, you fucked her head up -"
"And who actually fucked her," Crowley hummed. "The underage little tart, so
willing to do whatever the big bad demon wanted? She did things even I wouldn't
ask. . .but you loved it - even been replaying it with a hard on since you were
human," Dean tensed, his eyes narrowed but there was an undeniable ache in his
groin. "Now, you made her into quite the killing machine and with my influence.
. .well, I think you should put that little girl to good use," Crowley tapped
the side of his nose. "But, I got split BIG plans in the works - well, you know
all about that don't you, Dean?"
Dean snarled and reached out, ready to grab Crowley by his fat, smug face but
he was gone and Dean was alone in the car. He flexed his fingers in the air for
a moment, dropping them with a huff before he twisted to look out the front
window again.
"I'm fucked," he muttered, adjusting the hard lump in his jeans.
***** Chapter 9 *****
She doesn't mind waking up alone, it doesn't scare her like it did at first.
Dean would come and go as he pleased when he was a demon, leaving her for days
alone with the Impala, coming back and complaining about the demon proofing
still inside of the frame. It wasn't strong. . .unless you got closer to the
back of the car, then even Aggie could feel the shift. He had unofficially
given her the trunk and the fun things inside of it, always sporting the Blade;
she hated that thing.
Aggie mumbled something incoherent beneath her breath as she sat up, blinking
against blank walls and inhaling the staleness of the room. Her fingers
stretched through the sheets and she buried her face back into the scratchy
blanket, feeling where Castiel had been not long ago.
She felt like such a fool, attacking him like that, what was she thinking?
"Idiot," Aggie mumbled and began the arduous task of pushing herself up from
the bed.
The room was so blank, so dark and intimidating; there was only the small lamp
in the corner giving her a semi-clear path to the door. If she could stomach
staying here, she would have to do something to this room. . .or leave it as a
cell for all the wrong she had done since day one.
When she opened the door, she glared at the fluorescent light above her head,
wrapping her arms tightly around herself as she started down the hallway.
This place was so cold, but also warm in a welcoming way. She'd never seen so
many books in her life, with such strange titles and colorful bindings. The
artifacts that sat in their cases were equally entrancing, but she pushed away
from those and continued her search for. . .life. She couldn't hear anything,
hadn't seen anyone coming down the hallway. . .
"Oh. . ." Aggie murmured as she came to a stop in the middle of the archives,
eyeing the wide eyed, panicky Dean that was frozen in the doorway; she'd never
seen him look so like a frightened doe. "I uh. . .good morning," she looked
down.
"Uh. . .morning," Dean muttered, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably.
"Did you. . .did you sleep well?"
Aggie shifted in place. "Uh, yeah. . .it was fine," she murmured and ran a hand
through her hair. "You?"
Dean swallowed, feeing more awkward than he'd ever felt in his life. "I slept
fine," he muttered finally.
He couldn't say he slept like shit without her wrapped around him. . .no, that
just wouldn't be okay.
Aggie nodded softly, shifting her weight; now what? Should she. . .should she
say something? Should she apologize? She didn't know what to do. . .asking for
Cas would be a good route to go, maybe. She would settle on the next best
thing, just anything to get out of the awkwardness and stifle the butterflies
and need in her belly.
"Where's Sam," she cocked her head slightly and saw the muscles in his jaw
flex; he was annoyed? She hadn't. . .done anything."I'll just find him myself
then. . ."
Aggie turned to walk away but stopped when Dean placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Come on," he muttered, not meeting her gaze. "I'll take you to him."
Aggie nodded, following behind him as she resisted the urge to scratch at the
bandage on her cheek; damn that thing itched. She looked up beneath her bangs,
heart fluttering at just the sight of confident muscles flexing beneath a black
shirt. She had so much she wanted - needed - to say to him but. . .
"Just in there," Dean said lowly and pointed towards the open door. "I'll be -
nevermind."
Aggie hesitated with a hand on the door frame, also making him hesitate; it
gave her some kind of childish hope. She wanted everything to happen like it
did when she first met him at the bar, when he flashes her that smile and
everything literally seemed to stop for her, everything had become so muffled
in the past couple of months. . .this Dean was very human and looked very
tired, very confused. He wasn't confidence and swagger, he wasn't winks and sly
little smiles right now - he was just Dean.
Aggie licked her bottom lip. "I get it," she said with a bitter little half
smile. "Y-You don't want to. . .get close to me because of everything you did,"
she shook her head. "But. . .you're stuck with me," she bit her lip. "Maybe we
can find some sort of common ground?"
His turn to lick his lip, making her only bite hers harder. His eyes flickered
around her face, settling slightly on her left before he sighed and shook his
head. Her heart dropped when he turned around and started back down the
hallway, having to purse her lips to keep from crying. She inhaled sharply and
hurried into the room, shutting the door firmly behind her and obviously
interrupting whatever Sam was doing because it was suddenly very quiet in the
room.
Aggie looked over her shoulder at Sam, who was staring at her slightly
bewildered. Dean had led her to his bedroom. . .great. Sam's lips parted
slightly and then he sighed and pushed his laptop to the side when he saw her
lower lip tremble. Aggie let out a trembling laugh when he opened up his arms
but wasted no time in moving around the bed and falling into his arms. She
squeezed him as tightly as she could and he muttered something into her hair
but Aggie couldn't hear over the muffled sobs into his chest.
"He still hates me," Aggie sobbed, voice muffled by Sam's flannel.
Sam sighed. "He doesn't hate you," he murmured, rubbing a hand down her back.
"He's still angry with himself is all."
Aggie shook her head. "I think he blames me a little though," she muttered. "I
mean. . .it's not like I tried to stop him or anything."
"What exactly were you supposed to do, Aggie," Sam pushed her back a little,
just enough to see her face; the edges of her bandage were inflamed. "Demons
don't take the word no very well. . .even if it was Dean, I doubt you would
have gotten off Scott free, ya know."
"I did say no," Aggie whispered and his eyes widened. . .immensely. "This guy
he. . .attacked me and I was. . .naked under Dean's jacket. . .he tried and I
said no but after the flirting and the. . .everything, I just, I guess I just
went with it," she shook her head. "But I don't hate him, and he shouldn't hate
himself. H-He had no control, right?"
Sam swallowed, knowing that Aggie was in no place to handle the truth at the
moment. Dean could choose what to handle when he was a demon, he could have
backed off of her. . .
"Right," he stated lowly. "That thing wasn't Dean."
Aggie nodded, loosening her grip on his flannel slightly. "So, he just needs
time then," she asked softly, wiping at her eyes.
Sam nodded gently, chin coming to rest in her hair. "Yeah. . .he just needs
time," he paused. "I don't know how much time, but he'll come around
eventually."
"I don't know if I can handle eventually," Aggie whispered and wiped at her
cheeks, wincing at her bandages. "He's the only man I've ever loved or even
cared for and I just. . .I understand the whys and everything but he can't
just. . .drop me like this " her chest swelled with a sob she suppressed until
it burst into an angry cough. "Ow," she whimpered and rubbed her throat
tenderly.
Sam sighed and pulled her hard against his chest again, listening to her
whimper and plea against him. He'd have to talk to Dean about this, he would
have to handle this somehow. He needed to talk to the girl, she was reasonably
distraught over what was happening around her.
Sam jumped at the sound of feathers and saw Cas in the doorway; he looked just
as concerned as Sam. "Hey," Sam muttered and pulled back slightly from Aggie
again. "How about we get you bandages again and Cas takes you somewhere," Cas
gave Sam a bewildered look. "Because he would love to, right Cas?"
Castiel coughed and shifted uncomfortably, but nodded. "Of course," he said
evenly. "I'd be happy to take Aggie somewhere."
Aggie turned her face towards him, flushing slightly as the memory of last
night flashed through her mind. "Thanks, Cas," she murmured and sat up as Sam
pulled away to go get her bandages. "I appreciate it."
Cas hesitated but entered the room, sitting beside her on the edge of the bed.
He half heartedly copied her motions, holding his hands in his lap and twisting
his fingers around themselves. Aggie noticed and giggled slightly, clasping her
hands together firmly; he did the same.
"Thank you, by the way," Aggie murmured and licked her lips when Castiel cocked
his head at her. "For uh. . .putting up with me last night," she reached out
and pat his knee. "I really appreciated it. . ."
"I would not consider it putting up with," Castiel murmured, placing a hesitant
hand on her knee. "I was more than amenable to providing comfort."
Aggie nodded, hair falling forward to shield her face. "I-I know," she
muttered. "It's just. . .I did kind of jump you."
Cas glanced at her from the side of his eye, unable to stop his gaze from
resting on her bandaged cheek. "I could heal you if you asked," he stated. "You
do know that, right?"
Aggie nodded softly and cupped the bandage; it pulsed beneath her touch. "I
just. . .I don't know," she lowered her hand back to her lap and smiled softly
at him. "I just don't want you too," she paused and sighed, pushing her hair
back. "Now, if you could heal up Dean. . ."
"I cannot," Cas said firmly and looked up at Sam, who reentered the room with
the med kit in hand. "That would mean erasing his memories and that is an
arduous task that I do not have the. . .juice, as Dean would say, to do that,"
he paused and sighed himself. "He has already sought out Crowley to do just
that with no luck. Crowley will not help him - and I am afraid Crowley has
bigger plans at the moment."
Aggie nodded. "We should probably find out what they are, huh," she questioned,
wincing slightly as Sam peeled off her old bandage.
"Probably," Sam muttered before spreading antibiotic cream over the partially
healed gashes. "But, not until you're fully healed and Dean get's most of his
head back."
Cas nodded in agreement. "Once Sam is done, I will take you anywhere you would
like to go," he said softly. "And Sam will speak to Dean."
Sam nodded grimly as he pressed a lead of tape against her cheek and Aggie
jerked away slightly, giving him a small smile that she was okay. She wasn't
okay, not in the slightest, but they didn't need to see anymore blubbering and
wallowing in self pity. Everything would work itself out, she hoped, soon and
they could all focus on the main problem:
What was Crowley up too?
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"You know, you can't just shut that kid out, right?"
Dean groaned and let his head rock back on the sofa, fingers flexing over where
his arm was balanced alongside his shoulder. He looked up and over at Sam, who
was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed tightly over his
chest, the mother of all bitch faces on. Dean sighed and rocked his head
forward onto his chest, taking a lengthy sip of the beer he had been working on
and smacking his lips.
"Okay," he clapped his hands together and pushed himself to his feet. "Come on,
let me have it!"
Sam sighed and pushed off of the doorframe. "Dean you. . .you knew what you
were doing the whole time as a demon and you just - you fucked up a teenage
girl! She doesn't know what to do after nearly a year of brainwashing from you
and whatever Crowley did to her," Sam shook his head, hair flying everywhere.
"You can't just shut her out and expect it to all go away! Until she's legal,
she's our responsibility! She's not going anywhere and you have to say
something - anything - to her."
"What should I say, huh," Dean snapped. "Sorry I twisted ya up like a pretzel
and fucked ya every which way? Took your life? Fucked you up from ever having a
decent fucking life? Want me to tell her to just crawl back into bed with me -
because that's what she wants," he sighed and angrily scrubbed his hands
through his hair. "I don't know what to do, believe me if I knew how to fix it
I would but right now I'm running on empty."
"So you just toss her off onto Cas," Sam shook his head. "She tried to. . .she
tried to jump him," Dean's eyes flickered up to Sam's and he snapped his
fingers at Dean. "There it is," he pointed. "You like her! You actually care
for her!"
"So what," Dean snapped. "I'm not touching her, I-I can't," he ran a hand down
his face, eyes flickering to the Mark; it glowed red and burned as hot. "Not
when I have some ounce of self control now," he clenched his fist. "Where did
they go," he murmured and grabbed his beer again.
Sam sighed. "I'm not dropping this," Dean sighed. "But I don't know where they
went," he paused. "Why did you go to Crowley?"
Dean froze, but only for a minute, then he downed the last sip of alcohol. "I
was gonna get him to fix her," he whispered and set the beer bottle down with a
loud clink. "Make him fix what I did, what he did - give her aunt back to her,
fix her face. . .but he wouldn't do it."
"What is this," Sam questioned as he pulled out the small vial of. . .whatever
that thing was; when it was exposed to Dean, it flailed and writhed, curving up
the entire surface of the glass facing him. "It came out of Aggie," Dean's eyes
darkened. "She said Crowley was feeding it to her - to make her more compliant
or something."
Dean sighed, shaking his head as he approached Sam. "Its a demon," Sam's eyes
widened and Dean took the vial. "Well, not one we're used to dealing with. .
.but basically the same concept," he shook the vial and the substance snapped
back into a pointless ball. "Aggie was the only one the stuff was tried on. .
.Crowley wants to get it into an angel," he passed the vial back to Sam. "It
won't turn the angel into a demon, won't kill it. . .possess it, so they'll
work for Crowley. So he won't have to just rely on what money and power gets
ya."
"Because that isn't enough," Sam murmured and tucked the vial away, looking at
Dean from under his brow. "I'm serious about talking to her," Dean sighed. "You
have to say something - anything. She. . .she really cares about you Dean and
this is tearing her up."
Dean stared at Sam like he was something gross stuck to his shoe, but Sam
didn't care. He couldn't stand seeing such a confused girl so distraught; she
didn't know what to do and this was already spelling downhill fast. He was
thankful Cas had taken some sort of liking to her or he was sure she would have
tumbled away out of reach by now.
"Fine. . ." Dean mumbled and looked down. "Fine, I'll. . .figure out
something."
Sam nodded softly. "Just do it before she does something stupid, okay?"
Dean sighed and nodded again, running his fingers back through his hair; Sam
nodded and turned, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "Don't think it could
be any worse than doing me. . ."
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Notes
     GOD, I cannot begin to apologize or beg for forgiveness but I guess I
     can try to start with an explanation.
     Some of you may or may not know what Fallout is, even if you don't, I
     have been completely obsesses with their new release and have been
     playing the game non-stop for two weeks and have been writing thing
     after thing for the game and its most adorable and attractive (well,
     Strong is a super mutant so just adorable and that's iffy depending
     on your perspective) characters and that means neglecting these poor
     things. But I'm working back into them slowly but surely, and I
     figured Aggie deserved an update.
     Thank you for your patience and also for giving Meow the love it has
     gotten because I just giggle when I write it, okay?
     More notes at the end, but let me say this is a filler and I
     apologize but the main action of this story is coming soon.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
He takes her to see the water because. . .well, because she asked him too.
She had gotten sick when he flew her away, a little bewildered when her feet
hit sand, where as they had been firmly planted on concrete only moments
before. Castiel supposed Dean had never used his demonic powers too much around
Aggie, otherwise she would not have been so spooked by something so simple.
He understands her desire to sit and watch the waves, he likes to watch things
too. Humans, animals, even the wind through the trees, Castiel enjoyed taking
in everything that the world had to offer.
Aggie just wanted water.
"Used to swim before. . .before everything," she rubbed at the corner of her
eye with the sleeve of her shirt. "Before Dean, before Crowley, before my mom
died. . ." She chuckled weakly. "I was a normal damn girl. . .now I'm an
excellent marksman. . .woman. . ." She sighed.
Castiel gave Aggie a side glance, watching her push back her hair and sigh
again at the ocean. It was getting cold, even Castiel could feel that, but
Aggie showed no other signs of being bothered by the chill aside from the bumps
on her exposed skin.
Castiel could see what the demonic Dean had, she was still pure even after
everything.
"Can you uh. . .not. . .stare at me," she chewed on her bottom lip softly.
Castiel did look away, staring down at his hands clasped in his lap. Aggie
wrapped her arms tighter around her, wishing she could lean into Castiel but
that would seem. . .she supposed inappropriate would have to do. She didn't
want to cuddle up to him, she wanted Dean God dammit but he wouldn't even look
at her. Would there ever be a time he would decide it was okay for them to
interact? Would he ever be able to stomach the sight of her again?
"Crowley and Dean had you hunting demons?"
Aggie peered sideways at the angel, wiggling in her seat a little. "Yeah. .
.yeah, if there was one sent out to collect a soul where they weren't supposed
to or if they turned, if they fled, if they just pissed Crowley off. . .send
me. I won't say it was all bad -- because it wasn't. I honestly don't know if I
would take any of that back."
"You're telling the truth," Aggie nodded and Castiel furrowed his brow. "I will
not ask you why again, but I will ask would you take the choice to leave if
Dean willed it?"
Aggie's head snapped up and her eyes looked livid, her face genuinely
intimidating -- were he not who he was. Aggie was a small girl, she was
average, she was not the typical girl Dean went for, and yet Castiel knew Dean
had his affections for the girl.
"No," she said firmly. "No I can't. . .I can't do that, even if he would never
want me again. . .I can't leave him. Dean is all I have now. . .and you. . .and
Sam I suppose."
Castiel hummed, patting the side of his thigh and looking up at a twisting
cloud that swayed all on its on. "He wants me to bring you back," he said
slowly. "At this minute, I suppose I should do as he says, yes?"
"How. . .he prays to you," Castiel nodded softly. "I guess we should go and see
what he wants."
Castiel nodded, brow furrowed as they both stood from the bench. "He sounds. .
.distressed, and yet his voice. . .he is calm."
Aggie frowned. "That's not. . .good."
Castiel reached out and grasped her upper arm, sending Aggie's head into a
spiral before she was pulled away from Castiel. She blinked slowly, leaning
into the warmth at her back, looking up into Dean's green eyes. Unfortunately,
he wasn't the one holding her, it was Sam, who looked as worried as Dean.
Comforting.
"You okay," Sam questioned, his thumb rubbing an awkward little circle on the
inside of her elbow.
Aggie nodded, her head a little fuzzy; Castiel frowned over Dean's head.
"That's uh. . .tell me that's kind of normal."
"I suppose it would be," Castiel murmured. "It wasn't the first time you have
been moved like this, but you seem to have trouble handling the side effects."
"Real helpful," Dean mumbled, eyes creased over with worry as he looked back to
Aggie. "We had to call you both back, its important."
Aggie looked up, eyes slightly startled as Sam eased her to her feet in one
easy movement. "What happened? Is it Crowley?"
Dean frowned, raising to his full height above her; her head was swimming
again. "Actually. . .yeah, he's made his move."
"I'm surprised you two didn't know," Sam mumbled. "Dean and I were just sitting
here and then cue splitting headache and a vision. . .I don't know what it was
but we could hear Crowley saying something about how he was going to get Aggie
back, that's a promise," Sam's face crinkled like he had a bad taste in his
mouth. "Why would he want her back so bad?"
"The first experiment," Dean mused. "I would wanna get the first successful
test run of my fucked up plan back."
"I'm n-not going back with h-him," Aggie sputtered with big eyes. "You're not
gonna let me right? H-He'll kill me, Dean!"
"Why would he kill you," Castiel questioned and then he garnered the desperate
attention from the young girl.
"Because I'm another loose end," she rubbed her hands together. "He already
told me -- he would kill me if Dean was cured, or if Dean left me," her eyes
lingered on the tense man. "He needed something to. . .control the demon and I
guess. . .I worked. The demon is gone though. . .and I know too much."
"Of course he wants to go mafia on us," Dean rubbed his hands firmly up and
down his face. "So, does it come down to we have to kill Crowley or what?
Because I am one hundred percent done with his shit anyway."
Castiel shook his head softly, Sam looked between Dean and Aggie, Aggie looked
to Sam. She didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to do, Dean didn't know
what to do, Cas didn't know what to do.
Except wait.
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"Hold it like this, aim and shoot. Pretty simple, unless you're an idiot."
Aggie cringed and muttered something beneath her breath, but he didn't drag it
out of her, so Aggie edged to breathe a sigh of relief.
She looked down the sight of the bulky pistol, her fingers tight around the
grip but her shoulders loose. It was like when he made her get drunk, chortled
and told her to stay loose when she was falling off the roof of the car; okay,
maybe that was a bad example.
She jumped when she fired, looking over the edge of the gun to her target and
watched it tumble down from the fence post to the ground. She swallowed,
shakily lowering the gun and then she beamed up at Dean. He was staring at the
fence post with slight approval and also. . .he was impressed.
With her.
"I-I did it," she gripped the sleeve of his shirt and waved her gun at the
post. "I shot it off on the second try!"
He grew a slightly disgruntled look when she jumped up and down but began to
cackle when she pulled the trigger by accident and the round echoed in the
empty air around them. She looked up at him sheepishly, her cheeks a tender
pink that he ate up with a spoon.
She squeaked as he jerked her to his hip, his teeth grazing those hot, tender
cheeks. She trembled against his side, splaying her free hand against his side.
"You are easy to get going," he murmured, his head ducking to nuzzle her
throat. "How about I show you somethin' new when we get back to the motel?"
She sputtered for a moment and her fingers curled in his shirt, her brow
creasing when he cocked a knee into her sex. "D-Dean please," she muttered,
leaning back with his arm basically the only thing holding her up as she rocked
against his thigh. "Dean," she whimpered.
"Seems I chose the right lil tart for you to play with," Dean growled against
her throat when the accent broke through the air; Aggie tensed.
"You better have a good reason for interrupting me," Dean snarled, his eyes
black when Aggie looked up at him.
Crowley waves a hand, face dismissive. "Don' flash ya eyes at me, young man,
I'm not scared of you."
"What do you want, Crowley," Dean snapped, hugging Aggie impossibly closer to
his side. "We were busy."
"Mhm, well I need your girlfriend there, just fer a lil while," he held out a
hand to the hesitant Aggie. "Sweetheart, you can come peacefully or I can drag
ya back."
"Like Hell you will," Dean snapped and then his face ironed out before he
looked down at Aggie. "Go on then," he nudged her towards Crowley like a horse
does a foal; she even stumbled like one. "I'll pick ya up when the jobs over,
like always babe."
"Dean --"
"Don't ruin the calm, babe," he said, a warning edge in his voice. "Don't
worry, a week and I'll be back."
Crowley gripped her wrist tightly and black swirled around the edges of Dean's
vision. "I think New Orleans would be a good start," he chirped, looking more
than smug. "I'll take care of her, don't worry."
"I'll kill you, Crowley," Dean promised, a sudden ease coming over his face.
"See ya later, sweetheart," he winked at Aggie before he was gone.
In the blink of an eye.
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She was asleep on the couch when he came in, not entirely, but close enough for
him to slip up and stare at her for awhile. She was so small, curled in as
tight a ball as possible and a knot twisted in his stomach when he realized
that was protection and from him keeping her in that damn car for months.
Then the red gauze on her face.
He could see the jagged edges uncovered on the edge of her jaw, rough and
pulsing red. He did that, he did that because she was trying to get him fixed.
He was a monster, he had destroyed an innocent girl because he wanted someone
submissive to fuck.
He was a monster.
"D-Dean," she mumbled, her eyes blinking hazily and her fingers reaching for
him. "Dean is that you?"
He cringed, swallowing thickly.
"Yeah," he mumbled. "Yeah its me, sweetheart."
Her eyes opened a little more, watching him sit beside her on the couch. "Are
you still mad at me, Dean?"
"I'm not mad at you, Aggie," he sighed, running a hand down his face. "I'm mad
at myself."
"But you didn't --"
"I hurt you, Aggie," he snapped, giving her a desperate look. "What I did. .
.no one should ever do what I did to you, let happen what happened," he shook
his head. "I'm a monster, Aggie."
"No you're not," she swallowed loudly, shaking her head. "Dean, you're not a
monster, its what was inside of you that was a monster."
"It was me," he looked down. "It wasn't just some demon in a shell, it was me
without boundaries and I. . ."
She hesitated, torn between scooting closer and the rational thing -- give him
some space. But she chose the former, her arms wrapping around his neck and her
face tucking into his neck. He tensed up beneath her, her breath in his ear and
the feel of her touching the bare skin of his arm. He didn't come in here for
this, he came in here to be alone, he shouldn't have lingered, should have ran,
should have walked off when she called his name.
"You were so scary," she whispered. "But I. . .I felt so safe with you. You
never really hurt me. . .until we tried to fix you, then you got so mad at me.
. .I didn't want you to hate me."
Dean swallowed thickly and pried her arms off of him, registering the hurt on
her face. "Aggie I --"
"I don't care," she snapped, but her face looked more scared than mad. "Dean I
-- I don't know anything else now. I can't just. . .go back, leave, Crowley
will find me and kill me. Or demons will come and I -- I won't know what to do
without you there to protect me. I still don't know how to go about a day
without you or Crowley behind me and I. . .it scares me to think you're going
to push me away for good at some point," she shook her head. "Please, you can't
do that to me. I'll do anything."
Dean stared at her for a long time, eyes lingering around her face, her new
scars, her big, wet eyes. He didn't know what to do, to be honest. Even if she
wasn't attached, she could never go back out there. She lived the life of a
hunter now, she would never be normal. Even if it was over, if Crowley was gone
and she could let go -- the life wouldn't.
"I've fucked you up enough," he mumbled.
"So what," she shook her head, a childish determination in her eyes. "I don't
want you to push me away, Dean, not now. Not after everything," she hesitated.
"Dean, there was. . .one point where you said you only wanted me happy and I. .
.believed you."
"Kid, you don't even know me," he sighed. "You knew a demon."
"Then why can't I start now," she inched towards him.
"Because its enough, Aggie," he stood abruptly, making her look up in terror.
"I've done enough! I don't need to fuck you up anymore!"
She hesitated again, hung her head slightly. "You really don't want me
anymore," she mumbled.
It hurt.
It honestly hurt, because he had basically worshipped this kid that had
worshipped him in return. Yeah he fucked her, but it was mighty and it was
personal to him, even as a demon. And she was taking it hard, he could see
that, but he had never been in this situation before. He had never wanted to
care about anyone this much aside from Sam.
He also didn't want to fuck Sam, but for the love of all that was holy he
wanted to ravage this girl.
It was taking every ounce of self control to not fuck her like when he was a
demon, listen to her scream and moan, beg him for more, tighten up around his
cock when she --
"God dammit," he snapped and her eyes flew up, but not before he pinned her
back against the couch.
"Dean --"
"Shut up," he glared, but it was half hearted. "Just shut up, Aggie."
She closed her lips and stared up at him, confused but expectant, waiting,
patient, begging.
He was going back to Hell for sure.
Chapter End Notes
     Okay, so as stated in the previous authors note, I have been working
     on stories for Fallout 4 quite obsessively and I am trying to get
     back into Supernatural (which isn't hard but these damn ideas).
     Now, a few things are gonna happen -- for one, Aggie will be updated
     sooner rather than later because the next chapter I plan to be mostly
     smutty, smut, smut, smut and that takes up a lot of the chapter
     sooooo it will be done faster.
     Okay two, Rosie is being basically redone, but maybe only starting
     from chapter three or four because those have nothing to do with the
     main plot I've reworked to suit a new idea.
     Cusp is being almost completely redone as well, but the basic plot
     still survives, I just hate the chapters.
     Marceline will also be updated sooner rather than later because the
     post-apocalypse and rough sex has definitely been rocking my world
     lately thanks to Fallout 4 so there's also that. If I have missed
     anything, and I know I have but these are just my main stories, that
     means they are being worked on as we speak. I just needed to address
     plot changes and the stories with the biggest update gaps.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Notes
     Yeah I wanted this to be so much longer. . .and better, but things
     got in the way and. . .ya know
He wants to say it's the last thing he wants, that he doesn't want to do this,
that he feels dirty, that he should run away from her. . .
But for the love of God, she still makes those noises.
When he was a demon, he never had time for teasing her; sure, there was the
heavy petting and shit, but its not the same when he isn't blinded by lust. She
cooed and she stutters, her hands fumble and she doesn't want to let him go,
doesn't want one space of skin not connecting, but he wants to keep hearing
those noises.
"D-Dean," she whimpers, arching her stomach up into his mouth, her shirt
bunched beneath her small breasts. "Dean please," her head rolled back as his
hands kneaded the insides of her thighs.
"Ssh," he murmured, eyes trained on her lips as they parted.
His eyes flickered down and then back up before he paused, building her tension
before he ducked his mouth against the soaked crotch of her shorts. She let out
a series of whimpers and stutters, her back arching off of the couch. He
inhaled her musk as he ran his tongue up and down the damp cloth, feeling her
tender lips around the seam.
Fuck she was wet and utterly delicious, he could sit there between those thighs
of hers for hours.
Her fingers dug into his hair, her hips pushing her pussy into his mouth. His
hands gripped the backs of her thighs and spread her open, his tongue teasing
the tendon of her groin before he slipped it past soaked fabric, finding her
honey pot. She cried out and tightened her fingers in his hair, which of course
made him groan because even the few days without it felt way too fucking long.
"Dean," she mumbled, her tone just shy of begging. "Dean I -"
"What'd I say," he mumbled, his voice vibrating through her and causing her to
let out a long moan.
She snapped her jaw shut, only to part her lips again when he found her clit,
his tongue flicking firm circles over it as her moans grew louder. Her left leg
drew up the back of the couch, hooking around the other side and spreading
herself open to him. His teeth grazed over her sensitive, making her breath
hitch as she bucked into his mouth.
Why hadn't he indulged more in this as a demon?
Oh right, selfish prick, Dean had forgotten.
But she's cooing and she's moaning and stretching and how could he not want
this? She's too young, too innocent no matter what they had done to her, but
for the love of it all Dean had to make her cum. He had to see it, had to hear
it above all. Her smell was driving him wild, making him frenzy; fuck he needed
more of this.
Her fingers dug into his hair, the arm rest behind her head and she arched, her
thighs trembling as he kept them apart. Her breathing was labored, her eyes
flickering behind her lids as she bit down on her bottom lip. What was she. .
.oh yeah, yeah that's right -
They weren't alone.
"Dean," she whimpered, her fingers flexing through his hair. "D-Dean I -"
"Cum for me baby girl," he whispered against her, his fingers digging into her
hips and pulling her hard against his mouth. "Be as loud as you want to, just
cum for me sweetheart, I want to watch you."
She whined in her throat, throwing her head back as he pressed a middle finger
slowly into her; he groaned as she tightened around a single digit, moaned at a
second. He pressed a wet kiss to her hip, her stomach, before he captured her
lips with his. She jumped at the suddenness, kissing back hard and thirsty for
more, her hips wiggling against his thrusting fingers. He curled his fingers
inside of her, brushing over that sensitive, rough patch of nerves that had her
trembling and quaking in moments. She moaned into his lips, her muscles
constricting around his fingers; he didn't stop, couldn't stop when she was
making these noises.
Dean tugged his lips away from hers, catching the tail end of her moan before
she buried her face into his neck, breathing heavily into his skin. Her fingers
dug into his shirt, a soft whine coming from her throat as he pulled his
fingers out of her.
"Look at me," he ordered, his jaw gritting when she peered up with wet eyes.
"Do you still want this," she gave him a confused look. "I can stop, I can stop
right now but you have to tell me, Aggie. You have to tell me what to do right
now."
She hesitated, shaking her head after a moment. "I-I want you," she whispered.
"Dean, I swear I won't. . .I don't regret anything, I just can't do anything
without you anymore. It scares me, and when you were being so mean to me. . ."
He sighed, that self-loathing bubbling up in his chest again but he didn't say
anything. It took a moment but he had her in his arms, on his feet and he knew
what he wanted. He wanted her, he thinks he actually liked the kid even as a
demon, and not for the obvious reason. Yeah, lust was a big factor here, he
wasn't gonna say it wasn't, but she was a smart kid and knew how to handle him
just right; she was an odd factor, one he enjoyed. He didn't even care anymore,
didn't care if this would cast him into Hell for the umpteenth time, because he
just. . .
She squeaks when he drops her onto the bed, her eyes blinking rapidly as she
stared up at him.
He wasn't a demon anymore, he was totally human, but that Mark was still
itching on his arm and he loved the way she looked right now, completely
obedient and waiting. He'd never been that type before, never played the role
of dom, but he could do it all day with her.
She watched him in silence, only making a noise when he grabbed her ankle,
pulling her closer to the edge of the bed as he undid his belt with the other
hand. Her hands trembled on her shirt, wiggling against the bed as she finally
tore free from it and tossed it to the side. His lips were on her immediately,
his chest pressing against hers into the mattress as he situated himself
between her thighs.
When his fingers ghosted over her pussy again, she whimpered and bucked into
his touch. "Dean please," she begged, her fingers digging into his shoulder,
the sheets. "D-Dean -"
Her words cut off as his tongue flicked over the small bud of her nipple. Her
breath was a sharp intake between her teeth and arched into his mouth, a hand
tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.
Her skin was so hot beneath his tongue, against his chest and he grinds himself
against her sex, feels her wetness against the seam. He groans, his hand
running up her sides, digging in until she squealed and squirmed; he would
almost feel bad for Sam, but if he has any sense he'll leave the bunker for a
bit. Because Dean wants her to scream, to make as many noises as possible and
he doesn't care about Sam and his morals, his comfort zone.
He never had, but Aggie really threw a wrench into the plans.
He blinked slowly back into reality, realizing he had basically frozen; she had
a hand past his open fly, a groan coming from his chest when her fingers
wrapped around his suffocating dick. Her eyes were up on his face, her teeth
working her bottom lip between them. Her fingers flexed around his length and
his hips rolled into her hand, his fingers digging into her skin.
He pried her hand away from him, which made her whimper and he didn't want to
but he wanted more than a hand sound his dick. It took some work to kick off
everything they needed gone, considering Dean didn't want to pull away from
her.
No hesitation, his muscles were starting to twitch, so he thrust into her in
one, complicated stroke. She squeaked, he groaned, her tight, wet heat
squeezing him like a vice. Her eyes fluttered closed and then opened when his
lips crushed hers, a quick jolt of pain going through her jaw. His hand dug
into the mattress, holding himself up as he drew his hips back. Her walls
spasmed and she bucked her hips up against his, hindering his extraction but he
couldn't exactly get mad.
He thrust back into her hard, feeling her hand between them, working frantic
circles on her clit. She whimpered into his mouth, into his ear as he ran his
teeth up and down her throat, biting hard on the slope of her shoulder. She
flinched beneath him, her hips meeting his thrusts, her chest arching into the
hand that kneaded her breast.
"Dean," she whimpered, her wet fingers gripping his hair and tugging.
He growled, drawing blood and wiping it away with his tongue. The look on her
face would be humorous were he not on a mission as he pulled out of her,
roughly flipping her over onto her stomach. He grabbed her by the hips, pushing
her face into the pillow as he took her from behind. Her fingers tightened in
the sheets and she moaned low in her throat, rocking back into his hips.
"DEAN!"
"Oh God, baby, you're cummig," he groaned, watching the side of her face with
hooded eyes; her eyes were squeezed shut.
She rocked back against him, whimpering and crying as she came. Her back arched
almost into a perfect u, a sheen of sweat making her freckled skin shine in the
dim amber lighting of his desk lamp.
"I hate you both so fucking much oh my God!"
Aggie drew a ragged laugh at Sam's scream, the walls shaking with with the door
slamming. She rubbed her face against the sheets as she came down from her
orgasm, her fingers loosening around the sheets. She trembled around his cock,
a low whine coming from her throat.
Dean felt himself getting closer and closer, the tightening in his stomach, his
chest, felt his grip getting dangerously tight around her tender little hips.
She was basically limp, or he was just being rough but it was so easy to
maneuver her and that was just. . .fan-fucking-tastic.
"Rub yourself," he ordered, grunted softly beneath his breath.
She did as he said, giving a weak little mewl as she found her clit. Dean
groaned at the spasm around him, his head rolling on his shoulders as he
grabbed her hips and held her firm against him. To cum in or out is the
question, he always seemed to fail and cum inside of her.
Another thing to ponder when he wasn't balls deep in her.
Another thing he would chuckle at was her slumping into the mattress beside
him, jostling when he went dead weight after pulling out of her. She breathed
slowly, her eyes flickering over his face, making him more than uncomfortable
but he didn't look away. She swallowed and wiggled closer to him, draping an
arm over his chest and finally closing her eyes.
"I. . .I love you Dean," she whispered against his shoulder.
He didn't say anything.
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His fingers thrummed on the arm rest of the throne, humming softly beneath his
breath. What to do, what to do. . .pawn or no? He was growing tiresome of
dealing with this little problem and wanted so bad to see his handiwork in
action.
Or would it be in action yet?
He was never good with specifics when it came to experiments.
Crowley looked up when there was the faint hiss of a new presence and saw her,
the lovely woman he could have seduced so easily. That thick cloud of black
still followed her, made the veins in her throat and collar stain black. Her
eyes were blank, pupils too small, or irises too big; so far from human, so far
from a demon, a new species.
"How have you been my dear," Crowley cooed, cocking his head. "I must say, we
should get around to finding you a new outfit. I believe a younger model would
work."
"Is it time," the voice didn't belong to her, Aggie's aunt, a timid bar tender,
now matter how butch she wanted to act.
Crowley waved a hand and slumped out of his throne, rubbing his hands together.
"No, no not quite time. I want her to marinate a little longer. And you still
need some tweaking, a little darkness here, a little madness there," Crowley
chuckled. "They won't know what hit them, the gits."
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Notes
     Yeah guys, I know I was gone for quite a bit this time but I met this
     guy and he's very distracting. Plus I'm trying to open a business and
     then Civil War came out so now I must write a fic for James Buchannan
     Barnes because omg he's so damaged and hot. . .
     *clears throat* So ANYWAY, here's this poor excuse for a next
     chapter. The next thing to be updates should be Meow or Out Of Breath
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Hell is dark.
Big shocker there, but with Crowley's attitude some of the time, she expected
strobe lights, some demon hookers in cages. . .streamers.
But fire, darkness, persistent wails in the distance, yeah it was fucking
terrifying.
And Aggie knew terror, knew its physical form on Earth. Dean was a Knight. He
was a demon. So, the ones down here didn't put her off at all, no matter how
hard they tried. Eye flickers, menacing grins, teasing touches, but Crowley out
a stop to the final.
"No one touches the human girl," he snarled with gently glowing eyes one night,
nervous agents in front of him. "She is not a toy, for you, and do you really
want to be on the receiving end of Dean Winchesters fury?"
"He's not one of us," one of the women scoffed beneath her breath.
"He is a Knight," Crowley snapped, narrowing his eyes. "He is a demon, not
traditional but that's not a simple meat suit up there."
Aggie twitched nervously beside his throne, wanting to balance her hand on her
gun but she didn't need anyone here to think that was a threat. It was strapped
to her thigh, just like her other and she usually used them instead of her hips
to rest on but again, she didn't need to start any shit at that moment. She
wanted to change, she wanted a shower, she wanted to take these weapons off,
but Crowley said he didn't trust anyone to escort her this time so she would
have to wait for him.
And that meant no sitting down.
Which she understood, no displays of special treatment. She wasn't something to
scare if she had someone else doing it.
"Anyway," Crowley sat up a little straighter, balancing his chin on his
knuckles. "Rack up the soul count this month and bring it in by morning."
Several heads bobbed, a clipboard appearing in one hand with the snap of
fingers. Aggie breathed a small sigh of relief as heads filed out of the room,
gave her a little more room; Crowley smirked over at her when he heard her.
"Scared?"
Aggie shook her head, resting a hand on her holster as she strode forward.
"Just tired of standing in one spot for hours, I didn't need to give any of
them a reason to twitch on me."
Crowley hummed, eyes running down Aggie's back as she surveyed the room with
curious eyes. "Dean has really been working on you hasn't he," she hesitantly
looked over her shoulder. "Not like that child, though I'm pretty sure he's
been doing that too. How much training did he give you?"
Aggie shrugged. "He was pretty thorough," she paused. "But he said we're not
done. . .he was talking to someone about a hound, I don't want to know what
he's thinking of having me do."
"Ah yes, he wanted to borrow one of the pups that weren't out hunting," her
face crossed into fear and Crowley chuckled, pushing out of the throne. "Don't
worry, sweetheart, he's not using one of my hounds to train you. Though he is
persistent."
Aggie's fingers twitched, nervous feelings knotting up her belly as she
followed behind the King of Hell. She didn't want to be here, she hated being
down here in the stifling, moist heat that made her sweat and pant - do
everything Dean liked. She wanted to be with him, didn't want to be stuck here,
but neither he or Crowley were giving her much of a choice on where she could
go.
"There ya go sweetheart," she jumped when she felt Crowley's hand on her lower
back. "Your room."
Obviously a cell barely renovated into a bedroom, though she was glad he
replaced the bars with an actual door. An extra set of dark clothes were set on
the end of the bed, along with a new holster but she wouldn't use it unless
Dean said so.
"Sit on the edge of the bed, sweetheart."
His voice was like honey, she didn't want to admit that but Crowley did have
this accent that she couldn't place. It was a mix of so many things, so many
years spent bouncing around the world so he had been picking up little slips
here and there.
It was as intoxicating as she expected a demon to be.
Aggie sat slowly down on the edge of bed, folding her hands on top of her
knees. She jumped again when he tilted her chin up, her fingers starting to
tremble; what the Hell was he doing? He seemed to hesitate in whatever he
wanted, cocking his head slightly before he snapped his fingers and really
scared the shit out of her. Black oozed from the walls behind him, kind of like
the typical cloud but it was shiny and she could swear she heard it. .
.squishing, twisting, gurgling. He reached back, smiling almost lovingly at the
black, writhing mass and ran fingers fingers through it. It trembled, convulsed
and a thin strip of of the stuff wrapped around his fingers.
And he held it in front of her.
"Care to help me, child," he gave her a curious little look.
"Wh-What is that," she whispered, aching yo pull back but she didn't know what
Crowley would do if she did.
Dean would be so mean.
His eyes flickered to follow her gaze, smirking. "This here is a little
experiment Dean and I 'ave been working on very discretely. And see, you can
help by just sittin there and looking pretty."
She swallowed thickly; her legs had seized, he was only giving her the illusion
of getting out of here, of saying no. So Aggie didn't move, even as he smeared
that black stuff on her bottom lip - she could feel it on her tongue, working
into her.
When he released her chin, she started to hack, cupping her tender throat as
the burning ebbed down the raw flesh. She looked up at Crowley as he tucked his
hands away, a satisfied look on his face; the darkness was gone, whatever it
was, and so was the burning in her throat.
He hummed and turned to the door, shoes clicking on the concrete. "Get some
rest, darling."
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Normal.
Well, not really normal, but she certainly felt normal at the moment.
Aggie's eyes scanned the pages, craning her neck as she braided wet hair over
her collar bone. Her skin was still flushed from her solo shower, having woken
before Dean had; he was up though, she could hear him showering when she went
to steal a shirt from his closet.
He always liked it when she wore his clothes.
Aggie had yet to see Sam, but there were fresh dishes soaking in the sink, so
he couldn't be far. She was almost embarrassed about being so brazen with the
whole sex thing while he was in the next room. It was so. . .what would be the
correct term for that? She didn't really know what it would be, but she felt
sort of icky about it.
But she felt right with Dean now, didn't feel like she was ostracized, didn't
feel so alone here, like she wasn't wanted. She knew what he was trying to do,
knew that he was just trying to be human, show her how things were supposed to
go between two people like them. But after everything that happened, all of
those months with just her and Dean, he couldn't have thought that would go so
easy.
Hell, Aggie even missed Crowley at the moment.
He was never cruel, a little bit of an asshole, but he didn't hurt her like
Dean, didn't say cruel things, he was almost sickeningly sweet to her.
Well, of course there was that icky black stuff he fed her.
"Oh you're up," she looked over her shoulder when she heard Sam's voice, saw
the big smile on his face; oh the strain in the corners. "I figured. . ."
"That I would still be asleep," she giggled nervously. "Sorry about that. . ."
He raised up a hand. "Its okay, its okay. . .just a little scarred, but I'll be
okay," he hesitated and then passed her, lips lightly pursed as he poured
himself coffee. "Dean up?"
She nodded, looking back down to the page in front of her. "Yeah, he's in the
shower," she swallowed thickly. "We need to talk when he gets in here though."
Sam ached an eyebrow. "Bout what?"
"Uh. . .I'd rather not say until he's in here," she rocked her head side to
side a little. "Its about Crowley."
Sam nodded and sat down across from her, sighing softly; Aggie peered up at him
from under her brow. "You sure you wanna stay with us," she almost sighed. "You
can just leave, you know that? I know Dean and Crowley drug away your old life
but it doesn't mean you can't make a new one for yourself."
Aggie nodded softly and straightened her back a little. "I know. . .I know I
can leave, and I did think about it but. . .no, after everything that's
happened, all that I know, I don't think I could ever feel safe on my own. I
know what's out there, I know what can get me when I'm alone. And I don't want
to live in fear."
Sam sighed, fingers wrapping around his mug. "Point taken," he stared at his
coffee like it would give him answers. "I just don't know how you made such an
easy transition. Most people freak, but you sound bored of it."
"I am, a little," she shook her head. "Still scared, but I know what to do
now."
"Little fighter, aren't ya," her head snapped up to Dean, a smile fighting to
break out on her face even though his back was to her. "Early bird too, woke up
clear before I did."
"Well, I didn't sleep at all," Sam said with a mild bitch face; Aggie stifled a
giggle. "So thanks for that."
Dean winked. "Any time, little brother," Sam cringed and Dean chuckled, his
hand smacking against his brothers shoulder. "So, what are you two talkin
about? Seem down."
Aggie's eyes flickered to Sam and then she shook her head, wiping her hands
down her thighs. "Its about what Crowley was doing," Dean stiffened a little,
looking guilty. "The inky stuff, the stuff that made me all kinds of sick. . ."
"And what about it," Dean questioned with a soft tone.
"He already infected his angel."
The entire room dropped to pure tension, shoulders hiked and breath held. Sam
gave Dean a look, Dean kept his eyes down on the floor with a nervous bob to
his knee. Aggie looked down at her hands, fingers picking at each other; she
was nervous again, normal feeling but also nervous. She had never wondered
about the inky darkness Crowley liked to feed her, but since she had produced
that thick clump, her head had been more clear. She was able to pick what was
wrong and what was not instead of not having a choice about anything, and she
her intense cravings were gone.
Except for revenge, revenge still plagued her mind.
She wanted to tear Crowley apart with a bare hands, though she knew she could
probably never lay a hand on him ever.
"I thought he was planning on infecting Cas," Dean finally spoke, skin pale;
Sam looked very much alarmed. "Yeah. . .yeah I knew what he wanted to do, and
he swore he was going to infect Cas so it'd spread through different angles."
"He said it would be too obvious or not thorough enough," she leaned forward
against the edge of the table. "Not a lot of angels trusted him. . .even fewer
trusted other brethren that had ever been associated with him. He picked a
scraggler, one shunned. . .one human."
Sam furrowed his brow, eyes flickering to Dean's knuckles turning white. "How
deep did this go?"
"It hasn't spread yet," she started. "Close though. . .very close, he has
guards on him at almost all times, any grade floating around him is searched
for and infected. He will be nothing but a shadow for the next month."
"So we have that amount of time to find Metatron before he does something
without realizing it this time," Dean scrubbed his face.
Sam's eyes bugged and he whipped his head towards Dean. "What the Hell do you
mean Metatron? Why would he still be watched if he's not a threat?"
"No one wants to take a chance," Dean mumbled. "They don't need someone on his
side giving him grace or taking him - how Crowley got him, I have no clue.
Could have had an angel on his side, could have sent the infection to him
directly. Crowley is the King of Hell for a reason, he's not just a plain
demon, he has powers some of us have never even seen."
Aggie sighed as Dean rubbed at his face, her eyes scaling down his back as he
stood. "But he wanted me," she started. "He wanted me for some reason, and he's
mad that there's not enough of that stuff inside of me to control anymore."
"But there's still some left," Sam cocked his head softly. "Will he come after
it? Can he still control you? Find you?"
"He already knows where I am. I don't know if he will try to take me back, I
don't know if he can still control me either. . .I-I don't know anything
anymore."
"Was he like. . .inside of you," Dean looked over his shoulder as Sam spoke.
"Like possession? How did he have control over you?"
Aggie twisted a little in her seat, grabbing her ankles to fold her legs
beneath her. "That stuff controls the host. Its a being all on its own, but its
Crowley's eyes and ears on it at all times. I was very efficient at capturing
rogue demons for a reason, Crowley was giving me a play-by-play in my ear and
using Dean's training. . ."
"I should have been more possessive," Dean mumbled and gained a weird look from
Sam. "I should have kept you by my side all the time. Never let you out of my
sight. And Crowley would have never done this to you, to anyone."
Aggie shook her head. "I'm okay, Dean," she said in a borderline soothing tone.
"We're all okay - we need to focus on helping everyone else, save them from
Crowley."
Dean grit his jaw a little, staring with a furrowed brow at the child in front
of him. The t-shirt too big, sagging on her shoulders and her wet hair, flushed
cheeks, doe eyes - she didn't need this shit, but there was no shaking her even
if he wanted to. She was a Hunter now, and she knew just how to deal with this
maybe.
They needed her.
Dean huffed in annoyance and Sam looked at him sideways, jumping a little when
Dean basically slammed his coffee mug down on the table.
"Well," he started, smirking softly. "Lets see if you really are a polished
little killing machine."
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She. . .she pinned him.
He's flat on his back, chest hot and heaving, skin sweaty, and she has her
right leg pressed into his throat, small ass hot on his chest.
And she has him fucking pinned.
"Dude, you have no idea howhappy I am," Sam chuckles somewhere over his head,
phone on and recording the sparring match with a huge grin on his face.
"Seriously, all ninety pounds of teenage girl has you pinned, so funny."
"Will you shut the fuck up," Dean snapped but he actually felt a little pride
in seeing her staring down at him with victory in her eyes. "Sweet cheeks, how
'bout you wiggle that tight ass of yours off of me and we do this again?"
Aggie groaned and fell backwards, letting him drag himself out from beneath her
while leaving her sprawled on the floor. She wiggled against the floor in
annoyance; she had been clean an hour ago, now she was uncomfortably sweaty and
she didn't want to do this anymore. But he grabbed her hand without asking and
hauled her to her feet, grinning when she glared beneath her bangs.
"Fine, fine," she mumbled in defeat, shuffling towards the other side of the
blue mat he had spread out for them. "But this is it, please, I was so clean
earlier and now I have to take another shower."
"Maybe I can help ya scrub down," Dean winked, sliding his foot back.
"I already listened to you two screwing, I can't go for much more."
"Then leave."
"Can we just do this," Aggie snapped but the corner of her mouth twitched. "Now
come at me."
And Dean obliged, kicking forward and charging at Aggie like a raging bull. She
exhaled through her mouth and ducked to the right, her palms smacking hard and
loud against the mat, right leg kicking out and striking Dean in the back of
his knee. He grunted and hit the mat on one knee, glaring over his shoulder;
Aggie pushed herself to her feet and spun, ready to kick him in the head but he
grabbed her calf and drug her forward. She screamed and her free foot gave out
beneath her, air knocked from her lungs when she landed flat on her back.
"Ha! Told you I'd get you," Dean boasted, eyes widening a little when she
narrowed her eyes. "Aw c'mon."
Aggie grinned, ramming her foot into his groin and watching him double over.
"You were the one that taught me to fight," she jumped to her feet. "And like
you don't fight dirty."
"Shut up," he groaned. "Boney ass foot. . ."
Aggie smirked and brushed her wet hair back from her face, turning on her heel.
"Now, showering - alone, because you insisted on a second round."
"Aw c'mon!"
"Nope!" She chirped, hearing Sam laughing loudly behind her.
Chapter End Notes
     Yeah, I didn't put a lot of effort into then sparring because I was
     also working on a later chapter that is basically one huge fight and
     well. . .wanted to keep that one pretty level so it didn't end as a
     disappointment.
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