Completed SPN FanFic (descriptions will be before each chapter)

[DemonDelight]

Chapter 1 - Nobody
(MF, lite bond, dom/sub, oral, blood)

“Where the fuck am I? Who are you?” She struggled against her restraints.

“Shh shh shh, now now dearie, settle down,” A woman with hair like fire and a voice that can only be described as beautiful, ancient, and hauntingly graceful, stepped into the dim light, “don’t stress yourself, you’ll scar up that beautifully pale skin.” She ran her fingers down her shackled arms, lingering over the metal that was beginning to cut into her flesh.

“Don’t touch me!” She snarled and growled.

“Yes, I knew I found someone special. Not only are you strong and vicious, but you’re intelligent too. A dangerous combination. You’re perfect. Well, in sprit, anyway. Your looks leave some to be desired, but one thing at a time, right?”

“Fuck you, lady.” She spat. “Go ahead and kill me. I’m sick of smelling this shit hole.” The red-headed woman laughed. “What do you want? I don’t know anything about anyone worth a shit! I don’t have connections, I’m just a lost soul trying to survive for no fucking reason! Quit laughing!!!”

“Oh sorry, dear, it’s just so funny! See, you’re a nobody. Nobody cares that you’re gone. Nobody misses you. Nobody loves you. That’s what makes you perfect. My perfect pet.” The woman cupped her prisoner’s face in her hands and in the sweetest voice asked, “What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Ros-“ Before she could finish the woman struck her across the face. She growled and the woman struck her again, harder.

“I’m goin’ to ask you again; what’s your name?”

“Piss off!” Her snarky comment was met with a fist to her jaw.

“Sweetie, I can keep goin’ as long as you like. Tell you what, let’s speed this along, shall we? You already know what I want, I’ll just assume you’re bein’ a smart-arse, and beat you bloody until you’re ready to tell me what I want to hear.”

*****Nine Months Later*****

“Mmm, oh yes. I need you in me.”

“Are you eating that or making love to it?” Sam said half snarky half weirded out.

“Hey, maybe if you had one of these babies you’d be getting taken to heaven too.” Dean smirked as he bit into a grease covered double bacon cheeseburger.

“Keep eating like that and you’ll be there long before me.” Sam smirked, but instantly regretted his retort. Dean shared the discomfort and absentmindedly gripped his forearm that bore the Mark of Cain. They both shrugged it off and continued on, putting it behind them.

“So, anything worth our attention in these parts?” Dean said with a full mouth.

“I think so-“ Sam turned his lap top toward Dean, “about two weeks ago a rash of animal attacks started happening, local authorities have yet to identify the animal causing them, but, get this, the victims’ hearts were missing.” The two exchanged meaningful glances.

“So werewolves.” Dean shrugs.

“Maybe, but here’s where it gets weird…”

“Weirder than missing hearts?”

“Yeah…” Sam nods to the laptop, urging Dean to read the article. Dean half-heartedly rolls his eyes and scrolls down, skimming through the paragraphs. After a moment he looks back to Sam.

“Their hearts were…returned?”

“In a box. The police also noticed traces of liquid on and around the returned hearts.” Dean squinted as he read intently then looked up suddenly.

“Tears?” He gave a baffled look.

“Yep.”

“Maybe it’s just a psycho. With a conscience.” Sam and Dean exchanged doubtful looks. “Either way, we should look into this. I’m sure it’s nothing we can’t handle.”

The two packed up and headed out.

*****

“You ungrateful bitch!” The woman smacked her prisoner. “Just when I thought we were making progress…” The woman scowled at her prisoner who was bowing her head. She reached down and forced the girl to look up at her. She was met with a fiery gaze. The woman grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up. Her feet dangled, but she didn’t struggle. “What is your name?” She said through her teeth.

“I am Nobody.” She said in a defiant whisper as she began to gasp for air.

“And who am I?”

“My Master, Rowena.” She spat.
“You do not speak my name!” She threw Nobody across the room. “You call me Master and you should be grateful I allow you to speak at all!”

“Yes, Master.” She growled.

“There’s my puppy. Now, come here.” Rowena commanded. Nobody stood and walked to her master. “You’re stronger than even I gave you credit for, but your strength is fading. You need to eat. I’ve provided perfectly good meals for you, yet you throw them away. Do I have to start force feeding you?

“I won’t eat human flesh.” Rowena slapped her with a force that brought her to her knees. “Do whatever you want, Master, but you will not take away my humanity! I may have been born a monster, but that doesn’t mean I’ll act like one.”

“Everyone has their breaking point.” Rowena laughed. “Even nobodies.” Rowena continued laughing as she locked her prisoner in her cell. “Get comfy in your kennel, pup, you’ll be in there for a long spell this time.”

Nobody growled and fought the rage building within her, but was soon overcome. Fangs sprouted where her teeth normally are, claws replaced her nails, and her eyes glowed like fire as she howled and thrashed about her cell.

After several minutes of this, she began to calm down, but remained in her altered form, sniffing about the walls, heading for her secret loose brick. Suddenly a wretched smell made her yelp and she quickly reverted to her “human” self.

“Are you done throwing your tantrum now?” Startled, she turned and was face to face with the King himself.

“Crowley.” She snarled. He gave her a look that was both annoyed and impressed with her blatant disrespect for title and lack of concern about it. He continued to stare at her, cocking his head to one side, contemplating his course of action, then finally he flicked his wrist which sent Nobody flying across the cell until she slammed into the wall. She stayed on the floor, growling and snarling, waiting for Crowley to monologue. “On with it then, your lowness.”

“I admit I admire your voracity for ‘sticking it to the man’, but, seeing as how I am one of only two people who can get you out of here, I’d pay my proper respects if I were you.” He growled back at her. His gaze was like a dangerous wildfire, the likes of which she’d never seen. His growl and Alpha stance brought out a foreign instinct in her that she despised, but was powerless to fight or ignore. She bowed to him, she tried to look him in the eyes to show him her defiance and contempt, but she could not. Crowley chuckled.

As soon as his Alpha hold was released, she stood at his level and faced him. “What do you want from me?” Crowley gave her a stern look and she bowed her head, “Sire?” The word came out like the hiss of a snake.

“You’re my mother’s plaything. I don’t like my mother so I like to take away her playthings. It has also come to my attention that you’re starving yourself. If I were to set you free, it won’t be long before you lose control, when you lose control you leave a wake of destruction, and in that wake comes something I really want.”

“What do you wa-“ Crowley’s hand was upon her throat faster than she could react and he was threatening to squeeze the life out of her.

“It’s of no concern of yours, Nobody.” He snarled. Crowley pulled at his tie, loosening it’s grip on his neck while still keeping his other hand tightly gripped around hers. Nobody began pawing at his face and in her struggle, and due to her diminished figure, her clothes were beginning to slip from her frame. “Mmm. Brute force isn’t enough to make you properly submissive.” He looked up and down her body. “Perhaps it’s time for a more invasive approach.” He dropped her and she crumpled on the floor, gasping for breath. He stood over her, his demon cock pulled out, and commanded her to kneel before him.

Her rage built inside her and spilled over it’s containments. Fangs and claws sprouted once again and she was poised to fight, “Awe, sweetie, do you think a little borderline bestiality is beyond me?” He cackled then imposed his Alpha status upon her. She growled and spit and thrashed, but was compelled to submit to her King.

Crowley grabbed her hair and dragged her to the nearest wall in her cell and pinned her against it. He removed her clothing with the snap of his fingers and turned her to face him. He placed his finger under her chin and made her meet his gaze. As soon as she made eye contact with him she felt she never wanted anything more than to let him have his way with her. A part of her knew this was some kind of demon trick, but she could not overcome it. She moved her hand to caress his face, but he grabbed her wrist and squeezed, the pressure threatening to break her bones. She looked at him questioningly, but he did not say a word. He pressed his lips to hers and slid his tongue into her mouth. He still held her wrist in one hand and with the other he tightened his grip on her hair.

She was equally repulsed and filled with desire. Crowley took her hand he had hold of and put it on his swollen member. She stroked it as his tongue still invaded her mouth. His kinghood was a respectable length, but his girth was unmatched, in her experience. He broke their embrace and pulled her hair downward, forcing her to her knees. She snarled, showing her fangs, and he struck her. “Put those away.” He commanded. Immediately they retracted. “Good dog. Now, service your King.”

Her mouth could barely fit around him, but she dared not disappoint the Demon King. She took all of him into her mouth taking great care to keep her teeth away and keep her fangs from coming out. He still had a grip on her hair and he used that leverage to fuck her mouth. She moaned on his member as she worked it. He repeatedly shoved his cock as far into her mouth as he could, he was suffocating her, but she was quite accustomed to lack of air so she was able to take it with great stride. Tears rolled down her cheeks from lack of oxygen, but still she pleasured him, pressing her tongue against his flesh at the right moments.

She took breaths every chance she got, but she was nearing the brink of unconsciousness. She dug her fingers into his thighs in an attempt to let him know her predicament, all he did was grunt, growl, and hold his cock in her mouth until she felt his hot load flowing down her throat. He pulled out of her mouth and she sat there, gasping. The demon trick that had hold of her faded and she was filled with rage. She transformed and lunged at the Demon King, he simply caught her and held her close.

“You’re disgusting! I would never lay with you without your trickery!” She spat.

“Naive pup, I simply helped you let go of your inhibitions. I created nothing new, I only brought to the surface what was already there. Some part of you wants me. Don’t bother denying it.” He slid his hand down her body and caressed her pussy, slipping a finger between the lips and delving inside. “See? Feel how wet you are.” She growled at him. “Oh just admit it. You want me.” He smirked.

“Just because my body works against me, in many ways, does not mean I desire you.” She tried to push herself off him, but, as disgusted as it made her, his hand felt very, very good. She wanted more, but she dare not admit that to him.

“You can’t con a conman.” He pressed her against the wall, hiked up her leg and pushed his cock into her. She bore her fangs and tried to claw at him, but he used his demon powers and shackled her wrists to the wall. He pushed harder into her and she let a moan slip passed her lips. He felt amazing and she hated it, but she wanted more.

Crowley was also taken by surprise by his own feelings. He’s had many, many partners. Men, women, and monsters of all kinds, plenty of werewolves too, but Nobody was different. Very different. This angered him so he let his rage fuel his passion. He placed a hand on her throat, grabbed onto her ass with his other, and fucked her hard. He wanted it to hurt, but it was pretty clear pleasure overpowered pain, for both of them. He pushed her so hard against the wall the stone was beginning to cut into her skin. This made him push harder.

She pulled against her restraints, part of her liked the pain it caused, she also liked the pain Crowley was trying to cause. She could see the anger in his eyes, but she could also see the desire. As he pushed into her he also allowed himself to remain open to attack. When she was able she sunk her fangs into his neck. He pulled away, howling, then backhanded her across the face. He pulled a blade from his coat pocket and made a shallow cut on her neck. Shallow as it was, it still poured blood. Nowhere enough to kill her, but enough to put fear into her. He looked upon her bloody face and laughed. This woman made no sense to him. He wanted to keep her all to himself. Even thought about abandoning his plan. He shook his head and decided to savor this moment while he could and worry about the future later.

He stepped to her and licked the blood from her neck. She quivered with arousal. He looked at her, both their faces bloody and he kissed her, roughly, but passionately. She gripped her chains for support and wrapped her legs around him. She needed him inside her again and she didn’t care anymore if he knew it. He grabbed hold of her hips and pushed into her. He pumped his throbbing cock in and out of her a few times before he pulled out, flipped her around, pressing her breasts against the cold, stone wall, and fucked her from behind.

Her arms were now crossed as she was being pushed against the wall, the Demon King fucking her hard and fast. She screamed in ecstasy as he placed one hand on her hip and used the other to pull on her hair. Her claws dug into the wall while she screamed and howled in primal lust.

Suddenly he pulled out of her and stepped back. “I want to hear you beg.” Nobody turned to face him, defiant even in her vulnerability. “Come on, darling, beg for Daddy’s cock.”

Nobody snarled and yelled in frustration. She was so close to climax, she needed the release. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs in an attempt to satisfy her aching clit, but it was futile. She needed him. She let out another growl, then put aside her stubborn pride and gave Crowley exactly what he wanted. “Please, my King, I need you right now. I need your dick inside me, your hands pawing at me.” She took a step toward him and leaned against her chains and in a sultry whisper she said, “I need you to fuck me.”

Crowley smiled, “How can I say no to those puppy dog eyes?” He stepped up to her and she spread her legs. He bent down, placed her legs over his shoulders, and lifted her up, pinning her against the wall as he pressed his face into her pussy, spreading her lips with his tongue and pushing it inside her. She gripped her chains and moaned. She never felt a tongue delve so deeply. His beard was rough, but his tongue was so warm and soft…and skilled. She could barely hold on to her wits. He began to growl with a primal hunger for her nectar and she let go and gave him all that she had. He lapped up everything she offered him as if it were the first meal he’s had in centuries. In his eagerness, his teeth pressed into her clit which made her inhale sharply. This did not stop him, he didn’t stop until he was satisfied.

He let her legs drop and he caught them at his waist, grabbing her ass, and thrust into her. She was still dizzy from being licked raw and now she was being brought to ecstasy again. She moaned louder and louder as he became more of an animal than even she was. She ran her tongue over her teeth and was surprised to feel human teeth there. She had no idea when she reverted back to her original form, but was impressed that the King somehow tamed the beast, yet it seemed she brought out the beast in him. “Yes, my King! Use me for your pleasure! Fucking hurt me!” He looked at her with an expression she couldn’t read and he summoned his blade that had been dropped shortly after it’s first use, then made a small cut right next to her nipple. He licked the blood and sucked on her nipple. He held her tighter as he fucked her and neared his own climax.

She gripped him tightly with her legs and screamed as he thrust into her harder and harder. He dragged his nails down her back, biting and sucking her nipple, and fucked her with all his force until he blew. His hot, demonic load was so much warmer than a human’s and it felt amazing as he emptied all he had into her. She responded with her own rush of fluids. His cock managed to hit all the right spots and she squirt her passion all over him.

Both were spent and he let her legs drop and released her from her shackles. She sat on the cold floor, catching her breath and waiting for feeling to return to her extremities. Crowley broke the silence with his gruff, British voice, “Be a good pup, won’t you?” He motioned toward his dripping wet dick and she eagerly licked him clean. “Good girl. See? Everyone has their breaking point. Turns out yours just happens to be very fun.”

Nobody stood defiantly and spoke with an unapologetic voice, “Everybody has needs, Crow— my King,” she gave a small curtsey, “we simply serviced our own carnal needs. That does not mean I’ll suddenly be more compliant than before.”

“Oh, but I think you will. Have you already forgotten? I’m your Alpha!” He barked and she instinctively bowed, snarling at the act. He simply laughed and zipped his cock back into his pants. “As your Alpha, you will only answer to me. Only obey me. When my mother comes back to you, you have no obligation to cooperate. In fact, I order you to be at your worst with her.” Nobody looked at him with concern in her eyes. “Oh yes, she will beat you, quite bloody I’d imagine, but soon she’ll grow frustrated and give you to me. You are no longer her pet, you are mine.” He said so gruffly and with such power she began to get wet again. With that, he was gone. Her head was becoming clearer and clearer and she scrambled to pick up the rags she called clothes and cover her shame. She was not proud of what, rather who, she’d just done, but she still couldn’t deny how amazing it felt and the fact that she’d do it again.

[DemonDelight]

Chapter 2 - Crowley’s Pet
(MF, dom/sub, oral, blood)

Sam and Dean silently walked away from the police station until they climbed into the Impala. “I’m not sure we’re dealing with a werewolf.” Stated Dean.

“I second that.” Sam replied. “The bodies were just too…clean.”

“Yeah. Maybe we’re dealing with a Styne?” Even Dean questioned the probability of his idea.

“Not sure. They were definitely harvested, but the Styne’s are much more surgical. Professional. This was amateur and they’re only missing hearts.” Sam squinted as he pondered the possibilities. “Maybe we are dealing with a wolf…”

“What? Like, doggy packed a doggy bag for later?” Dean retorted.

“No, like someone else is harvesting for the wolf. Or, possibly, wolves.”

“Then why were the hearts returned? That’s the part that really makes no sense.” Dean let out a frustrated sigh.

“I think we should talk to the family of the victims. See if anything can be narrowed down.” Dean nodded and they set off.

*****

“What have you done?” Rowena screamed. “You wretched whore!” she punched Nobody over and over again. Nobody never stayed down and managed to get in her own blows. “How dare you strike your master!” She screamed.

“You’re not my master, you bitch!” She lunged for the ancient witch, but Rowena used her magic to deflect her attack.

“Oooh that wretched son of mine! I should have smothered him when he was a babe!” Rowena pounced on Nobody and threatened to strangle her to death.

“That’s enough, Mother!” Crowley hissed. Rowena glared at him. “There’s no more use in you having her. She won’t listen to you. You just don’t have that same touch as me.” He held up his hand and gave a little wave. Crowley whistled, “Come here girl. Come to Daddy.” Nobody didn’t hesitate and went to her King. Rowena screamed.

“You have no respect. I am your mother, Fergus. You can’t-“

“You don’t tell me what I can and can’t do!” Nobody growled alongside her King. Her fangs and claws grew and she was poised, awaiting orders from Crowley. He held a hand out as to tell her to stay. She didn’t move. “I am the King of Hell. When will that sink in with you? You have no power over me. You haven’t been my mother for a very long time. I do what I want, when I want. Nothing in this place is yours. It’s mine, I just let you play with my things until I want them back.”

Rowena scowled at the two of them. “Fine, keep the useless thing. She hasn’t eaten a proper meal since I got her. She won’t last much longer anyhow.” Rowena stormed off.

“Come.” Crowley commanded Nobody. She followed without a word.

He lead her to his thrown room where he had fitted a collar and chain to his thrown. Nobody held her head high, refusing to let anyone see her pain. Crowley then sat himself upon his thrown and beckoned for her to come to him. She complied. As soon as she was in front of him he snapped his fingers and two of his cronies locked the collar around her neck. It was heavier than she thought it would be.

“Get comfy with that thing,” the collar magically fit itself perfectly around her neck, “It’s going to be with you for a long time. Also, you won’t be needing those.” He snapped his fingers and her clothes disintegrated. She tried her best to cover herself, but it was useless. The rest of Crowley’s court looked at her like starving wolves looking at a steak. She growled and showed her fangs. “Come here, poppet,” she went to her King and he pulled her onto his lap, “they wouldn’t dare try to play with my toy. In fact, they should be more terrified of you then you are of them. After all, they are potentially your next meal.” She turned to look at them and none would make eye contact. She couldn’t help smiling.

“I’ll tell you the same thing I told Rowena, I will not eat human flesh. You will not take away my humanity.” Cowley smiled at his pet, caressed her cheek, then tossed her to the floor.

“You forget how easy it was for me to fuck you even though you supposedly despise me.” He growled.

“Forgive me, King.” She spoke through her teeth as she lowered her head. Crowley smirked.

“Come here, darling.” Nobody went to stand, but Crowley interrupted, “Ah ah ah, crawl to me.” She crawled to him, whimpering ever so slightly, it made a smile creep across his face. He, once again, pulled her onto his lap. “Tell me, my pet. Are we ready to have a bit more fun?” He slid his hand down her body and caressed her wet pussy. “Mmm, we are. Delightful.” He began to massage her clit, getting her juices flowing, then, when he was satisfied, he pushed his fingers into her. She threw her head back and moaned.

Crowley lowered his head and nibbled on her her nipple while he continued to finger her. Her moaning became louder. she was amazed at how skilled he was. For a demon he was a surprisingly generous lover. He brought her to the brink of climax, but before she could get off, he pulled his fingers out and left his hand pressing against her dripping wet pussy. She whimpered and squirmed, begging for his hand to continue, but he only sat there.

“Before I do something for you, you must do something for me.” He purred into her ear. Nobody slid off his lap, taking a slight moment to press her aching pussy against his hand, then positioned herself on her knees between his legs. She arched her back, putting her pussy on display for the demons behind her. She looked over her shoulder at them, retracted her fangs, then pulled out her King’s cock and serviced him. She took one hand and cradled his balls while her mouth worked his shaft, with the other hand she gripped his thigh, and she moaned. He gripped her hair guiding her head to go deeper and she did, gracefully. She slid her hand from his thigh and played with her pussy, massaging her aching clit, making her hum on her master’s cock. His grip on her hair tightened and he began to thrust into her mouth. He brought her to the point of near unconsciousness again as he hit the back of her throat repeatedly before finally cuming into her mouth. She swallowed it eagerly. His demon seed being the only sustenance she’s had in days.

After licking him clean she pulled her head off his cock, but he didn’t let go of her hair. She looked up at him as he stared into her eyes. Into her soul. It felt as though a hot coal was stuck in her core. She could not read him and he terrified her. Suddenly she could not look him in the eyes. His Alpha presence was overpowering, but he would not release her hair. She began to panic and her fangs and claws came out.

Crowley was perplexed. This creature in front of him, he could control her, but only through sex. She was still a wild card every other time. Eager to be submissive, but only when she got what she wanted. She would make a great demon he thought to himself. He absentmindedly gripped her hair tighter until he heard her inhale sharply. He pulled himself away from his thoughts and focused on his surroundings. He saw her looking at him, fear boiling her blood and flushing her cheeks. Her fangs and claws were back. He looked up and saw members of his court still standing there, watching intently. He looked back at his pet and pulled her on top of him and kissed her deeply, her dripping wet pussy rubbing against his exposed cock. He stopped kissing her, peered over to his voyeuristic court, and shouted, “Unless one of you plans on sucking my cock as well as my pet here, get out!” The demons scrambled and quickly headed for the exit. “Except for you, Phillip. You can stay.”

Nobody gave Crowley a questioning look and he just smiled. “My King, I will murder anyone you allow to lay with me. I am not some whore you can throw at-“ Crowley placed a hand on her throat.

“Two things; One, I can throw you at whomever I want, I own you, not the other way around. And two,” he paused as he hid his passions as best as he could, “I’m far too selfish to share my favorite playthings.” He stroked her hair and gently pushed her off him then stood and zipped his cock back into his pants. She gave him a look of anger and disappointment. He just smirked as he stood up. “Don’t look so bitter, darling, we’ll play again, but how soon depends on you.” She cocked her head to the side trying to figure out what he was up to. “As soon as you feed and get your strength up, we can continue our fun.” Nobody growled. “You know I do so love that poor attitude of yours, but you’re useless to me if you’re too weak to hunt. So, you can have Phillip there.”

Phillip began to voice his protest, but one look from the King of Hell shut him down. Nobody went into a rage and lunged at Crowley. He simply flicked his wrist and sent her flying until her chain went taut and she slammed onto the floor. Crowley sauntered to the other end of his throne room and turned toward them. Phillip was in the center of the room and Nobody was already on her feet, crouched like the animal she was, staring at the two of them. “Okay, let’s move this along. Phillip, do you desire this creature?” Phillip looked her up and down and lingered at the sight of her still dripping pussy. He smiled an evil smile.

“Yes, I do.” He licked his lips.

“If you want her that bad, take her.” Nobody’s eyes glowed red hot and she wished she could burn a hole in Crowley’s chest with her gaze, but Phillip was already upon her and pawing at her naked body.

“My King! Don’t do this!”

“What do you want more, my pet? Your humanity, or my affection? Decide quickly, Phillip enjoys it when they fight.” He pulled up a chair and watched intently.

“I’ll kill you, Crowley! I’ll kill you all!” She growled. Phillip grabbed her hair then slid his other hand down her body and attempted to slide his fingers between her labia, but she dug her claws into his neck. As he howled she bit his neck, ripping his throat out. The blood poured out of him and ran down her throat, it was warm and inviting. She could see his heart beating, pumping more blood out. Her eyes glowed with hunger, she could no longer stop herself, she tore at his chest, Phillip twitched and let out a sickening gargling sound, he tried to eject from his meat suit, but Crowley held him in place. Nobody continued to rip through flesh and bone until she broke through the rib cage and grabbed the beating heart of her attacker made victim. Without hesitation she devoured it, savoring the rush of warm blood that poured down her throat as she took her first bite, right down to the texture of the muscle being torn by her wolf teeth.

Crowley let the demon exit the body and he stood up, admiring his bloody prize. He strode over to her, taking off his clothing as he crossed the room. Nobody walked toward Crowley until her chain wouldn’t allow it. She pulled against it, snarling, blood dripping down her entire body, with a look of pure hate directed at the King. As he unbuckled his pants, he assumed his Alpha status and as much as she wished she could rip his throat out, as hard as she tried to fight the unnatural instinct within her, she could not and she bowed. By time he reached her he was completely undressed, he placed his hand under her chin and pulled her upright, admiring her blood soaked body.

She hated what he did to her, but she craved it regardless. His touch made her purr like a kitten even though she wanted nothing more than to bathe in his blood. He grabbed her ass and lifted her, she wrapped her legs around him, he took a few steps, licked some of the blood from her breasts, then laid her down on the floor where the blood of her victim pooled. The feel and smell of the blood beneath and his body over her made her quiver. She arched her back, rubbed her pussy against his throbbing cock, and gave him a look that begged for him.

“What do you want, doggy? Speak.” He said gruffly.

“I want you to fuck me, my King. I want you to tease me, pleasure me, use me. Make me scream.” She squirmed beneath him, but he remained still and silent. “Do whatever you want with me.” She begged him. “Just fuck me. Always. Never stop.” She pleaded with him. She kissed his neck and ran her claws lightly down his back. He stared at her, he wanted to give her everything she desired. He wanted to keep her forever. When her lips caressed his neck something shook him down to the core.

Something is wrong, he thought to himself. She should not be able to have such power over me. She doesn’t even know she does. Nobody continued to lick and kiss his neck and earlobe, moaning softly, her body writhing, begging to be filled by him. He stared into her eyes, her deep, soulful eyes. They were begging him, but still held a deep rooted defiance. A power neither were fully aware of. He had the urge to throw her through a pillar, but her body was so inviting and begging for attention. He could not resist her. He was angry with her, but could not bring himself to take it out on her. He silently cursed the Winchesters for bringing out this shred of humanity within him.

She bit his neck a little harder in an attempt to get what she wanted from him. He stared at her and pushed his cock into her, slowly. She arched her back more and let her head fall back as she savored every inch he pushed into her. He slid an arm around her back, supporting her as he pulled out slowly only to go back in. She clung to him as he fucked her slowly. He looked at her differently this time. There was something behind those eyes, something he tried to hold back. She was enjoying this change of pace, but was scared to enjoy it too much. She was sure there was some trick waiting just beyond this moment.

He continued to make love to her on the bloody floor, he slid a hand up her blood-slicked body and cupped her breast, squeezing and pawing at her. He buried his face in her neck, kissing her and breathing heavily. He fucked her a little rougher now, his primal passions becoming more intense. She moaned a little louder with each thrust and dug her claws into his hips. He raised his head and let out a low growl. He held himself inside her, bent his head, and kissed her deeply. She closed her eyes and held him tightly. Suddenly she felt as if she were wrapped in warmth. She opened her eyes and saw they were now in a large bathtub, filled to the brim with steaming water, bubbles, and…..were those rose petals? She looked around and saw candles burning everywhere. They were the only light source in the room.

Crowley sat up and pulled her onto him while remaining upright. She slid his dick back inside her and he breathed heavily with a low rumble emanating from his throat. She gently rocked back and forth and he reached up, grabbing her hair, and pulled her head back. Had it not been for the thick collar around her neck it would have been completely exposed. He ran his other hand over it and contemplated taking it off, but decided against it. I’ll have to adjust the look of this collar in the future. He thought to himself. Still holding onto her hair with one hand, he took the other and grabbed a sponge sitting nearby and began to wash her clean of the blood. She moaned as he worked the sponge gently on her skin, washing her intimately. He released her hair and grabbed a bottle of shampoo, lathered it up, and worked it through her hair. She made eye contact with him and gave him a questioning look, but did not speak.

“A good master keeps his pets clean and happy, lest they should turn against him.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone. She allowed herself to smile. She could see now that he was being more than a “good master,” he was falling for her. She began to plot her way of escape by using this against him, but he began to slowly thrust into her again and she decided to put the plotting off for another time. Right now she intended to take advantage of every moment of this.

He pulled out of her, laid her back until her hair was completely submerged in water, then rinsed away the lather. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his hand running through her hair, the other around her back, the closeness, the intimacy of this moment. He took the sponge once again, poured a sweet smelling liquid onto it, and worked it all over her body. The fumes were intoxicating. He finished rinsing her off and kissed her cheek then stood up and exited the bath. He dried himself and put on his favorite, silk robe, then turned and helped her out of the bath. He dried her off and put her in a fluffy robe. She held onto it and nuzzled it. Crowley then lead her to his bed.

It was a massive, luxurious bed with red, silk sheets, red and black canopy, with pillows galore. It was much too large for one person to sleep in alone. Crowley grabbed hold of her, pulled her in close, and kissed her deeply. Their tongues dancing as they breathed heavily into each other. He slid his hand through the opening of her robe and groped her breast, the other hand traveled down her back and squeezed her ass. Suddenly he threw her upon his bed and when she landed her robe flew open. She laid there, hair all over, legs spread, and she ran her hands up and down her body, arching her back, every movement a plea for him to take her. She ran her hand over her aching pussy, spread her lips and massaged her clit. With her other hand she pinched and tugged on her nipple and softly moaned.

Crowley loosened his robe and let it fall to the floor. His member was still erect and he took hold and stroked himself while he watched her. She slid her arms out of her robe and continued to play with herself. He kept his strokes slow so as not to excite himself too much, she, however, did not hold back. She massaged her clit in small, rapid circles, squirming and writhing and moaning softly. “Go on, doggy, be a good girl and cum for me.” She began to finger herself while keeping pressure on her clit with her thumb. She ran the fingers of her free hand through her hair, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing, her legs spread wide, so inviting…
Crowley moved the the edge of the bed, no longer stroking himself, he watch her and waited.

Her body went ridged and she let out a stifled moan as she came all over her fingers. Crowley grabbed her ankle and dragged her to him, grabbed her hip, flipped her over, and vigorously fucked her from behind. She arched her back and threw her head back as she screamed in pleasure. He gripped her hips tighter, pulling her onto his cock. She gripped the silken sheets and found she was breathless as he rammed deeper and deeper into her. She began to fear his dick would cause permanent damage, but she didn’t care enough to protest.

Suddenly he pushed her off him, flipped her over, hiking one of her legs over his shoulder and thrust into her. She lifted her hips to give him better access to her. He put a hand on her throat and she ran both her hands up and down his powerful arms, feeling his muscles flex with each thrust. He wanted to kill her, it would be so easy in this moment. He squeezed which seemed to heighten her arousal. He wanted to kill her, to take away this power she had over him, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t let her go. He needed to keep her.

He lifted her up and pinned her to his wall, she tightly held onto him. He bit and sucked on the tender flesh where her neck and shoulder meet, She growled in protest, but didn’t stop him, in fact, she became even wetter. After he left a sizable mark, he looked her in the eyes and in a demonic voice he said, “You’re mine. Forever.” His eyes went red, she sprouted fangs and claws in return and smiled.

“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep, Sire.”

“Contrary to popular belief, I keep all my promises.” He gripped her tighter and thrust into her harder and harder making her scream and growl in response. She bit his neck, enough to draw a little blood, then gently sucked and licked his wound. He pressed her harder into the wall, placing his hand on her throat he climaxed followed by her shortly after.

He kept her pinned to the wall for a long moment before taking her back to the bed and tossing her in. She looked up at him, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. “Masters typically let their pets sleep in their beds, do they not? I’d be more than happy to put you in your kennel…”

“No, my King. I’d be honored to share your bed with you.” Honored… What the fuck? She thought to herself. Where the hell did that come from? Am I… No, I don’t actually want him, it’s his demon trickery. Even she had a hard time convincing herself that that had any truth to it. She picked her robe up and walked it over to a nearby lounge chair, when she turned around Crowley was already in bed, waiting. She sauntered over to him, crawled from the foot of the bed until she was next to him and nuzzled onto his chest. He absentmindedly stroked her hair and the pair laid there, neither one trusting the other enough to actually sleep.

*****

Sam and Dean regrouped at their motel, filled to the brim with exhaustion and frustration. “Nothing in common. Between any of them. No churches or family functions, not even hookers!” Dean angrily grabbed a beer from the mini fridge and collapsed onto the chair.

“Well, they’re all males and between the ages of 25 and 35. In relatively good shape and health… That’s something, right?”

“Ok, so they have that in common, but they didn’t even go to the same gym!” Dean growled as he guzzled his beer. Both sat in their own frustrations when suddenly Sam’s cellphone vibrated. He quickly pulled it out and was shocked at what he saw.

“Dean. Come here.” Dean rolled his eyes, but quickly changed his attitude when he saw the look on Sam’s face. He hurried over to Sam and they stared at his phone then sat on the bed in unison.

“Is that…”

“Looks like it.” Sam swallowed hard.

“Rowena.” Dean growled.

“Look at her hand. What she’s carrying.” Dean scrutinized the picture on the phone as Sam enlarged it as best he could.

“Looks like bloody rags.”

“I’d bet that’s a human heart in those bloody rags.” Sam and Dean shared looks of anger.

“Can’t say I’m surprised she has a rotten hand in this. Who sent that to you?”

“I don’t know, it just says ‘unknown’…”

“Well it’s the best lead we’ve gotten. I think it’s time we give an old friend a call.”

[DemonDelight]

Chapter 3 - The Winchesters
(MMF, oral, anal)

Crowley sat upon his throne looking bored out of his mind. Demon after demon strolled through spouting off numbers or excuses or pleas, blah, blah, blah… Meanwhile his pet lay upon a rather nice pillow he summoned up for her. He stared at her, curled up on her cushion, naked. His mind didn’t have time to drift towards things he’d much rather have in this moment because his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID: Squirrel. Saved by the bell, he thought.

“Squirrel! To what do I owe the pleasure?” Nobody sat up and tried to hear what “Squirrel” was saying, but couldn’t make it out. Whatever the caller was saying, it was not pleasant news. Crowley sat, rage slowly building within him and the slightest touch of fear. Nobody rested her head on his lap in another attempt to catch a piece of the conversation. He absentmindedly pet her hair. She cursed silently to herself; she still couldn’t hear.

He gripped her hair tightly as he ended the call. She winced as his grip got tighter and tighter. “Everybody out.” He growled. Without a word his court turned heel and walked out. “It’s time for us to discuss what comes in the wake of your destruction I mentioned before.”

“I don’t understand. I haven’t caused destruction.” She said slightly panicked, but mostly confused.

“It matters little to who was on the other end of that phone call because they think you did.” Every muscle in her body tensed and a soft growl escaped from deep within her. Crowley let go of her hair and stared into her primal eyes. “They intend to take you from me. Let’s discuss how we can prevent that.”

For the first time in nearly a year she could see a light at the end of the tunnel, a way to freedom, but now she wasn’t so sure she wanted it…

*****

“Did he…” Dean stared at Sam, enraged. “Bastard!” Sam gave him a confused look. “He just hung up on me! Didn’t even say a word!” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Are you really surprised, Dean? He’s a demon. It’s kind of their M-O.” Dean snarled and grabbed a beer. He hated when Sam made a valid point.

“Still, it’s not like him to pass up an opportunity to bash on Mommy Dearest. He’s hiding something.”

“Again,” Sam scoffed, “are you really surprised? It’s Crowley.”

“Shut up.” Dean took another swig of his beer then muttered under his breath, “Bitch.”

“Jerk.” Sam retorted playfully. “So, what’s our next move?”

“Well, since he doesn’t want to answer our phone call, it’s time for us to pay him a visit.” The two began to pack bags with all the demon slaying essentials.

*****

“Alright, my pet, are we clear on what we are to do?” Crowley smiled as he rolled up his sleeves.

“Yes, Master.” Nobody refused to let him see any weakness in her. She stifled a growl and braced herself. One more step to endure before she would be free again.

Without word or warning Crowley began punching and scratching her. After all, she had to look convincing. Once he felt she was sufficiently roughed up he sent her on her way.

He watched his wounded pet scurry off into the darkness of the woods. He couldn’t help but wonder if she would actually return to him. It would be a shame if I had to kill Moose and Squirrel, he thought to himself, but I will if it means bringing her back to me.

Nobody ran as fast as she could, the crisp evening air felt so good on her skin, and the smells… She’d almost forgotten how wonderful the forest smelled. What’s there to stop her from running? Shit, he’s had my blood, she remembered the first time they fucked, how his tongue felt against her skin and inside her….

She shook the thoughts out of her head. She had to stay focused. He’s tasted my blood, he’ll be able to find me wherever I go. She was determined to keep her freedom, to avoid becoming his pet again. Perhaps these Winchesters could help her out of her predicament.

She kept running until she caught their scent. She slowed down and inhaled deeply. They smelled so good. Whiskey, beer, cheap cologne, sweat, and something else she could not identify, all put together made such a robust, inviting smell. Maybe sticking to the first half of the plan wouldn’t be so bad.

As she got closer to the motel she slowed her pace. Her injuries and lack of nourishment had caught up to her and she was feeling their full effect. Her only protection against the weather was a ratty shirt and pants both riddled with holes and a scarf to cover her collar. She stumbled to the motel door and as she was about to lean onto it, it opened and she fell into the arms of a large, rather built man. This must be Sam, she thought to herself. He lifted her up and and laid her on a bed. Another, slightly shorter man, Hello, Dean, came into her view. He was very handsome, they both were, but if she had to pick just one it would be him.

“What happened?” Sam asked, sounding very alarmed.

“I… I was her prisoner.” She gasped, making herself sound more hurt than what she actually was, though she was in a lot of pain.

“Who’s prisoner were you?” He asked filled to the brim with concern. She looked him square in the eyes and in a voice filled with pain and spite she replied.

“Rowena.” The two men stared at each other knowingly then Dean turned to her with a look of both anger and concern. Quicker than she was expecting, he put a knife to her throat. “What the hell is wrong with you?” She exclaimed.

“Dean! Calm down.” Sam yelled.

“No! She’s the wolf! She’s the reason Rowena was harvesting the hearts.” Dean’s eyes burned with a familiar intensity. She couldn’t look at him for long before she had the overpowering urge to look away.

“But I couldn’t eat them! I sent them to the police!” She whimpered. “She beat me horribly for it too, but I refused every time.” Dean’s gaze did not soften. If anything, her words pissed him off more. He pushed the blade harder to her flesh, she could feel her skin beginning to split.

“Dean!” Sam grabbed hold of Dean and pulled him off her.

“Let go of me, Sam! She’s a monster!”

“Who hasn’t done anything wrong!” Sam tightened his grip on Dean. “Rowena probably had her turned! We don’t have all the details yet.” Dean continued to struggle, but Sam was a fair match for him. She cowered on the bed and began to regret agreeing to this plan. Crowley hadn’t warned her about Dean’s reckless behavior.

The two struggled a bit more before Dean finally gave into the situation and calmed down. Once Sam released him Dean rubbed his forearm and paced, trying to shake off his rage. Sam sat next to her and stared at her like a puppy waiting to be told he was a good boy. “What’s your name?”

“N- No…” Suddenly she found it hard to say the name given to her, but she had long forgotten her birth name.

“No?” Sam said questioningly. She shook her head.

“Nobody. My name is Nobody.” She managed to choke out before sobbing. Jesus why am I sobbing? She questioned herself. She growled faintly and pulled her emotions back together and wiped away her tears. She looked up and met Sam’s gaze which looked even more pitiful than before. “Don’t give me that look. I’m not some thing to be pitied.” She said, her defiance showing itself.

“No, I-“ Sam fumbled and put his hand over his face. “ I didn’t mean… Sorry.” He paused and looked towards Dean who was now drinking a beer in the corner of the room, being anything but helpful to Sam’s predicament. “I have no doubt you are a strong woman. I just can’t imagine someone giving you that name.”

“Well, it was Rowena who gave it to me so…” There was more bitterness in her voice than she intended.

“What’s your real name?” Dean said gruffly.

“I don’t remember.” Which was no lie. She really could not recall her name before. Her response seemed to soften Dean though. He sat in a chair not far from the bed where she and Sam were.

“How long did she keep you prisoner?” Sam inquired.

“A little over nine months. She beat me until I learned my new name then she beat me until I forgot my birth name.” Nobody stared blankly ahead of her. “I barely remember my life before that place.”

Sam and Dean stared at each other. No one was able to speak and Nobody stayed lost in her head. Finally Dean broke the silence.

“When did you become a werewolf?” Sam shot Dean an angered glare which he payed no attention to.

“I um…” Nobody was barely able to shake herself clear of her racing thoughts. What the fuck is wrong with me? She couldn’t understand what was happening. Why was she suddenly breaking down? Suddenly a hand was on hers and she was, surprisingly, face to face with Dean.

“When were you turned? Was it after Rowena took you?” Dean squeezed her hand reassuringly.

“I…I wasn’t turned. I was born to it.” Dean stared blankly at her before taking his hand away and covering his face. Even Sam swallowed hard at the news. “But I’m not a monster!” Nobody said through her teeth. “I ran away from my pack when I was young because I didn’t want to be like them. I refused to hunt humans. I still do.” Nobody grew more and more nervous. Crowley had warned her about their hate for monsters, especially Dean’s, but he told her Sam had a soft spot for monsters who didn’t hurt humans. Plus she wasn’t technically lying, she didn’t really hurt a human, just a demon in a human “suit” as it were.

“So Rowena harvested hearts for you and you refused. How did you return them?” Sam asked.

“There was a loose brick in the cell where I was being held. I managed to make contact with a local wolf who also refuses to eat humans. She would bring a box for me to put the hearts in then take them to the police.”

“Seriously?” Dean scoffed. “A loose brick? C’mon.” Dean smirked.

“Well gee, I’d take you to see it myself, but I kinda narrowly escaped from there.” She dipped each word in sarcasm. Dean just scowled.

“Dean, look at her.” Sam said in a sweet, pleading voice. Dean looked her up and down and his expression softened slightly. “She’s clearly been a prisoner and she’s starving, yet she never ate what Rowena gave her. There’s not really much reason to believe anything she’s said so far is a lie.” Dean scowled, not because he disagreed, but because Sam was right. “Let’s let her get cleaned up at least.” Dean rolled his eyes, but when he looked at her, at Nobody, he felt a strange urge to protect her and make her his.

Nobody took off the ratty scarf she’d been wearing and revealed the collar Crowley had put on her. Dean instinctively reached out and grabbed the loop that was there where her chain was normally attached. He stared at the collar and then looked into her eyes. Nobody felt an Alpha presence take over and she could no longer look at Dean. She lowered her gaze, but Dean’s grip prevented her from bowing. Dean continued to examine the collar.

“It’s magic.” She said with an unintentionally shaky voice. “Fit itself around my neck. I can’t feel where it connects or even a lock to pick.”

“You won’t.” Dean said gruffly as he seemed to come out of a trance and released his hold. “The only one who can take it off is the one who made it for you.” His voice seemed to hold disappointment in it. She gulped.

The three sat in silence contemplating what their next move will be. Nobody knew she was supposed to lead these boys back to Crowley without them knowing it’s her job to do so and Sam and Dean were just about to go storm Crowley’s castle in search of Rowena, but now, with Nobody’s arrival, they have someone who needs to heal and supplies need to be retrieved in order for that to happen. The boys didn’t trust her enough to leave her alone and she was in no condition to bring with. One of them would have to stay behind.

“I’ll stay with her while you get the things we need” Sam broke the silence.

“No. I’ll stay. You know more about what we need. I think it would be better if I stay.” Dean said flatly. Sam was hesitant, but nodded his agreement, gathered some things, then left the two alone.

“Can I shower?” Nobody asked quietly. Dean thought to himself for a moment while looking over Nobody. He noted the dirt and lacerations, some of which were quite deep. She needed to get those clean.

“I don’t have anything other than what the motel gives and I only have T-shirts to let you wear until we clean your, uh, clothes.” He stumbled because calling them clothes was a generous statement. They were hardly more than rags.

“Don’t sweat it. It’s more than that witch gave me.” She stripped her clothes off and Dean couldn’t help but stare at her. She was too thin, but still maintained good muscle. She was stronger than she looked, he was sure of it. She sauntered into the bathroom and left the door open. Dean heard the shower start and took a chance to peak inside. She left the curtain open and she just stood there, letting the water run down her nude body, and running her hands over every inch of herself. Dean licked his lips and felt the urge to dominate her build inside him. He walked to the door and paused, she looked into his eyes then turned around, bending over slightly, arching her back, and gave her ass a little wiggle. Dean knew an invitation when he saw one so he stepped inside.

He undressed almost in one motion and was in the shower sooner than she expected. He pressed his firm body against hers, wrapped his arms around her, groping her breast with one hand and grabbing her throat with the other. His touch was like electricity; hot, vibrating, shocking electricity. Her skin reacted with goosebumps and her nipples were hard with arousal. Dean bent his head down and bit her neck as he squeezed her body, almost willing hers to meld with his. She gasped and reached her arm back and put it around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder while she groped her other breast.

He took his hand away from her neck and moved it down her body until he reached her sweet spot. She spread her legs a little to allow him access and he did not hesitate. He slid his fingers over her clit, taking time to to massage it, getting her squirming, then he pushed them inside her. She was so wet it was driving him mad with lust. He gripped her tighter and tighter as he fingered her. She gasped and held onto him. He bit her neck and shoulder repeatedly, barely able to contain himself until he finally bent her forward and pushed his large cock into her. She screamed as he fucked her vigorously. He was larger than she anticipated and he wasn’t holding back, hitting her in places that were painful, but equally pleasurable. He grabbed her wet, tangled hair and pulled, gaining leverage, pulling her back as he pushed hard into her. With her head pulled back, her chest pushed out and the water hit her sensitive nipples adding more sensation, furthering her arousal.

Suddenly he pulled out of her and pushed her to her knees as he started to cum. Before she could catch it all, his cum shot onto her cheek and over her lips, but she wrapped her mouth around the tip and licked and sucked as he finished. After he was done she continued to suck on his dick. He put his hand on her head as she moved up and down on his shaft, smoothing her hair, gripping it whenever she deep-throated him, then caressing her cheek.

He pulled out of her mouth and she stood up, putting her face under the water, washing away the remnants of his climax. As soon as she was done he pressed her against the wall, lifted her leg up, and pushed into her again. He felt hotter this time and was throbbing more intensely. He placed his hand on the small of her back while she wrapped her arms around his neck. He thrust in and out of her slowly, but firmly and she moaned. She moved her face closer to his and let her lips hover so close, but didn’t let them touch. She smiled as he bared his teeth and made a biting motion, but she moved her head to prevent their lips from touching. He firmly thrust into her and held himself inside making her tilt her head back and moan. Once she brought her head back upright he placed a hand on the back of her head and brought her to him. He parted her lips with his tongue and slid it inside. She loved the feeling of being penetrated in multiple ways. She breathed into him, their hot, lustful breaths mingling, her pussy dripping as he filled her up with his member, their bodies being showered upon, and his undeniable need to have her….she became overwhelmed with passion. She dug her nails into his back which made him growl in pleasure. He slapped her ass and grabbed it as he fucked her hard. She held onto him tightly and they continued to kiss. They both moaned into each other, groping, scratching, and pawing at one another, thrusting and bucking, then finally he felt a rush of warmth as she came all over him, her juices dripping down their legs and he continued to fuck her hard until he reached his climax.

They washed each other in the shower, he took great care to wash every inch of her delicate body, and she rubbed down every muscle and lingered as he flexed them. He was addicted to her touch. He bent down and kissed each breast then kissed the small scratches on her face. She smiled and pressed her body against his. They finished up their shower and dried themselves off. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked into the main room as she struggled to get the towel to cover her breasts and her crotch without falling. The more she struggled the more exasperated she became and her collar became heavier and heavier in her fatigue so she gave up and wrapped the towel around her waist, keeping her breasts out in the open. Her nipples became hard from her warm skin coming in contact with the much cooler air.

When she walked into the main room, Dean had his back to her, rifling through his duffle bag. She admired his muscles as they flexed when they moved. She began to move towards him when he stood upright and faced her her with a shirt in his hand. She smiled as she put her arms behind her causing her breasts to push out and he smirked as his cheeks became a little blushed.

“I found a T-shirt. It’s been worn already, but it smells clean.” She stared at him blankly. This was a feeling she wasn’t accustomed to. She knew he wanted her, badly, but he allowed her to cover herself. It was a very pleasant change of pace. She smiled at him and took his shirt then put it on. She let the towel fall as the shirt was more like a gown on her, only showing the bottom of her butt when she raised her hands above her head.

“Thank you, Dean.” She kissed him on the cheek then collapsed on the bed. Surprisingly, the pillow Crowley gave her was more comfortable and it was absolutely no match to his bed, but she felt more at ease on that crappy motel mattress than she had in ages. In minutes she was asleep.

*****

Crowley paced his thrown room. He had expected the Winchesters to come barging in that night. He had expected to have his pet back before dawn. True, there was still hours before the sun rose, but he felt something was off. He knew it. Was it his territorial nature? He knew part of the deal was for her to seduce and sleep with at least one of the Winchesters, but the thought still made his blood boil.

“Remember, my pet, I don’t share well and I don’t play nice.” He whispered into the air as he focused on her collar and caused it to tighten. “Maybe a little reminder is in order of who you truly belong to.”

*****

Sam came back to the motel room to find Nobody sleeping on a bed in nothing but a t-shirt and Dean sitting at the table drinking a beer. Sam placed all the supplies on the table, grabbed a bottle of peroxide and some cotton balls, and sat next to Nobody on the bed. He began to look her over too start cleaning some of the worse wounds when suddenly her eyes opened wide with fright. She began gasping for air and grabbing at her collar and Sam could see it was growing smaller.

Dean was already on the other side of Nobody and watched helplessly as she gasped. Sam grabbed the loop on the collar in a futile attempt to keep it from shrinking. She was on the brink of passing out and Sam growled as he tried to help her, but nothing could. Nobody fell unconscious and just moments after she had the collar went back to its previous size. Sam held Nobody and studied her to make sure she was still breathing. She was, but they were shallow breaths. Dean looked at him expectantly and he contemplated giving her mouth-to-mouth.

He was about to do just that when suddenly she gasped and clung onto Sam for dear life, nuzzling into his neck and… kissing him? Sam pulled her away from him and without warning her lips were on his. He was about to push her off him, but she felt so wonderfully inviting. He was almost powerless to resist her, but he managed to break their embrace. When he did so, she opened her eyes and they widened with shock as she covered her mouth and looked toward Dean who was fuming.

“Dean…” Nobody whimpered, but was unable to say anything else. Sam looked between the two of them and backed away. Dean sat on the bed and inspected her neck.

“Here.” Sam gave Dean the peroxide and cotton balls and sat at the table. He watched as his brother tended to her wounds and noted how he caressed her. He was certain they had slept together while he was out. Normally this wouldn’t have phased him, but when she kissed him, even if it was a mistake, he suddenly felt the urge to have more. He needed to feel her pressed against him. What is she? He thought to himself.

Sam was so lost in his own thoughts he hadn’t noticed that Dean and Nobody had begun fucking right there in front of him! This was not like Dean, but Sam didn’t dwell much on that because he felt compelled to stand up and head towards them. He couldn’t understand his own behavior, but the more he tried, the fuzzier things got. All he cared about now was experiencing the enigma in the room.

Dean had her beneath him, her head hanging over the side of the bed, and her breasts bouncing under the much-to-large shirt. She looked up at Sam who was now right above her head. He and Dean were staring at each other, almost growling. Dean thrust hard and she moaned, one hand gripping onto Dean, the other gripped Sam’s thigh. The men seemed to reach a silent agreement because Dean then position her legs over his shoulders and thrust while Sam freed his engorged member from its denim prison. Nobody was stunned at the man-meat presented to her. Sam was hung like a horse!

He stared at her expectantly and she nervously took him into her mouth. Dean growled, thrusting into her harder causing her to take in more of Sam than she was prepared for. Sam moaned and caressed her face. She was overwhelmed by all the attention and eagerly did all she could to pleasure them. Dean began to play with her nipples as he thrust harder into her and Sam began to pump into her mouth. After a few minutes Dean repositioned Nobody so she was on her knees and he grabbed her hips as he pushed back inside her. She opened her mouth and took Sam’s farm-boy cock, moaning her own pleasure causing him to quiver in arousal. He began to throb in her mouth and she was confident he was about to unleash his lust. She sensed Dean was about to do the same thing because he had began to thrust into her full speed. Both were moaning gruffly, but her own screams of ecstasy were stifled.

In moments both boys held themselves in place as they filled her up. Sam’s load was so large it began to seep out the corners of her mouth and dribble down her chin and neck. Dean gripped her hips tight and held his throbbing cock inside her as he emptied all he had to offer. Sam was blocking her airway while Dean was pressed into her, throbbing, causing her to become slightly high from lack of air and aroused from the pulsing sensations from within her. She gripped Sam’s thigh as she climaxed and nearly passed out. As soon as he realized the extent of her situation he quickly pulled out of her mouth causing a bit more of his cum to dibble out as she gasped for breath. Dean slowly pulled out of her and sat back, catching his breath.

As she recovered, more able to catch her breath, she rolled onto her back, and played with her pussy. She was no where near done and she wanted them to know it. She vigorously rubbed her clit and squirmed, moaning, her body begging for their attention. Dean got off the bed and kneeled at its edge, pulling Nobody to him, and feasted on her glistening treasure. She moaned and arched as he explored her with his tongue. Sam stood in the same spot, looking at the spectacle awkwardly. He was about to turn and walk away when she looked up and reached out to him. She was gripping Dean’s hair with one hand as she pulled on Sam’s hand with her other. All awkwardness melted away as desire built up inside him again. He wanted nothing more than to fulfill whatever desire she had. He laid next to her and kissed her passionately, groping her breast.

Dean growled as he delved more deeply into her. He did not like sharing her, but he wanted her to be beyond pleasured, however, he wanted to be sure he was the better of the two. She could sense the competitiveness building in Dean and it made her overflow with excitement and she screamed as she came all over Dean’s face. He gripped her thighs and sucked and licked every bit of it. She squeezed his head with her thighs and pressed his face harder into her. She nearly forgot about Sam laying there until he pulled her away from Dean and took his place between her legs, pushing his cock into her. The shock of his larger size made her gasp, but he did not hold back. He thrust every last inch into her. He hit her so deeply she instinctively withdrew and hit her head on the headboard. Sam nearly had her crawling up the wall. She held on to him tightly and let him fuck her raw. Dean strode to her, puffed up and filled with aggression. He grabbed her by the hair and guided her mouth to his throbbing member. Happily she sucked and licked him making him moan. Both were softly grunting as they fucked her vigorously.

Sam was beginning to feel selfish so he laid on the bed and pulled her on top of him which forced her to stop sucking his dick. Dean was not one to be outdone and as she was settling on Sam’s cock he went behind her, gently pushed her forward, and, with his dick still nice and slick, eased it into her tight ass. Nobody screamed, part from shock, but mostly from overwhelming pleasure. They found a rhythm and fucked her in graceful unison. She dug her nails into Sam’s chest and looked over her should to watch Dean as he carefully fucked her. Every muscle flexed, glistening with sweat. She looked down at Sam who was staring at her - no - into her. She admired his muscles which were slightly more defined than Dean’s, glistening and flexing… He reached up and caressed her face, but before she could get too intoxicated from his touch Dean grabbed her hair and pulled just enough to force her back to arch, making her face just out of reach of Sam, who had begun playing with her breasts.

She found her own rhythm with the Winchesters and gyrated on Sam, simultaneously pushing back onto Dean. Both began to fuck her more roughly and all were moaning, but Nobody and Dean were growling as well. In moments, Nobody began to shake as she came, her juices flowing all over Sam. The rush of warmth Caused Sam to climax and her tensing caused Dean to finish as well. All let out a powerful moan, Nobody slowly let herself fall onto Sam’s chest and Dean rested his head on her back. She listened as Sam’s heartbeat slowed and Dean sensually stroked her sides, both soothing her. Dean slowly pulled out of her and collapsed on the other bed and she gently climbed off Sam and laid on the bed, gently rubbing her throbbing, slick pussy. She was exhausted, but she still hungered for more. One thing she knew for sure; she needed another shower. She sat up and regarded Sam’s resting figure, his dick still semi-hard. Still fucking huge. She licked his shaft, still covered in her climax, and he inhaled sharply. She cleaned him as best as she could before licking and kissing him all the way up his chiseled abs and chest, then stayed at his neck, nibbling and kissing him. She sat up and gave him another look before getting off the bed and silently heading into the bathroom.

[DemonDelight]

Chapter 4 - The Aftermath
(No sex)

Nobody closed the door and took a moment to relive what just happened. She had never felt more alive than she did in that moment. She never let herself get close to anyone because of the monster she was. She’d had other partners, but nothing like this. These men were something special. She smiled to herself while she ran the water for her second shower. She pulled Dean’s shirt over her head and took a moment to inhale his scent. God he smells so fucking good! She placed it on the edge of the sink and stepped into the shower. She gently washed her sensitive pussy and took an extra moment to pleasure herself. She was feeling insatiable tonight. She freshened her entire body then took a moment to let the water wash over her. She found herself remembering the bath that Crowley had given her and her heart lurched away. Did she actually miss him?

Before she could contemplate this further she heard the bathroom door open and shut again. She wanted to open the curtain to see who had come in, but she stopped herself. A part of her wanted to be surprised. She could barely breathe as she anxiously waited to see who was behind that curtain. “Well,” she said almost breathlessly, “are you just going to stand there or are you going to join me?”

“You’re mine.” The voice was almost unrecognizable. It was low and gruff. For a moment Nobody panicked, fearing who was on the other side. She sank in the shower, waiting for Crowley to rip the curtain away. Her wolf instincts took over and she bared her fangs, claws ready to rip flesh from bone. A hand appeared and ripped the curtain open, she pounced, but stopped mid lunge as she faced Dean. His face changed from primal lust to pure rage. She immediately pulled back and forced the wolf to retreat. Dean stood there, puffed up, fists clenched, and a hellfire burning from within.

“Dean,” she begged, “I’m so sorry. Dean please don’t be angry. I thought you were someone else.”

“Who? Who did you think I was? My brother? Would you have killed him if it were him standing here?”

“Dean no!”

“Then tell me! Who did you think was here?! Tell me!”

“Crowley!!” She screamed then tried to catch her breath. “I thought you were Crowley or one of his goons.”

“Why would Crowley come for you?” Dean stood over her, the Alpha in him had taken over, even if he didn’t know it. Nobody was powerless. She could not lie even though she so badly wanted to.

“Crowley sent me here.” Dean howled with rage and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her out of the bathroom. He threw her onto a bed and she scrambled to cover herself with the blankets. Dean spoke as he put on his jeans.

“Tell us everything. The whole truth. And I swear, Nobody, if you lie I will kill you.” Nobody winced at the sound of Dean calling her by that name. A shocked Sam crossed the room and confronted Dean.

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked Dean, filled to the brim with concern.

“She went wolf and was ready to attack me. She claims she thought I was Crowley then confessed to me that Crowley sent her here.” He spoke gruffly, each word dripping with hate and disgust. Sam stared at him in disbelief then turned to her.

“Is this true?” He asked her, but before she could answer he was shoved by Dean.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘is it true?’ Why would you ask her? Do you trust this monster over your brother?” Dean was becoming dangerously volatile. Nobody wished she could calm and soothe him, but he had not let go of his Alpha stance and she was helpless.

“Dean, calm down. I didn’t mean to imply anything like that. I only want to hear her response.” Dean growled and gripped his forearm, pacing the room before he turned his attention back to Nobody.

“Start talking, bitch.” Dean said through his teeth.

Anger swelled inside her. Alpha or not, she would not take this laying down. She sat up defiantly not caring about the blankets that covered her, and she spoke with conviction, “You have no idea of the hell I have been through. Yes, Crowley sent me here. He wanted me to lure you back to his palace. I came here to seek your help. I had no intentions of returning to that place.” Nobody preceded to tell them the entire story. She left nothing out. Her relationship with Crowley and even what happened with Phillip.

Dean continued to pace and snarl, but his anger no longer seemed to be directed towards her. Sam sat next to her and held her to him. She was on the brink of turning, but when he put her head to his chest she was instantly calmed.

“I’m sorry,” She spoke softly, “I had no intention of seducing you for his purpose. You both had just as much to do with the events of this evening as I did. I regret nothing, but I can accept it if you do.” She lowered her head in shame and heartache. How she wished she could go back just one hour…

“I just have one more question.” Sam’s voice had a sternness that conflicted greatly with the way he held her. “What are you? Really?” He pushed her away from him and stared into her eyes. She was utterly confused and tilted her head to the side.

“I’m a werewolf. You both already know this.” Sam gave her a disbelieving look and Dean snatched her away from him and pinned her to the wall. Nobody unwillingly turned into her wolf form, but Dean was the Alpha and she could not fight him.

“What are you, really? Answer truthfully!” His hand was on her throat and he was ready to strangle the life out of her.

“I’m a werewolf! I don’t understand! What do you want from me? I’m a fucking werewolf!” Rage was building quickly inside her which seemed to fuel Dean’s. Both were snarling at each other and looked ready to rip each other’s throats out. Dean was coming undone and it both terrified and excited Nobody. What a horrid time to become aroused, but there she stood, beginning to drip while preparing to fight Dean for her life.

It was almost as if Dean could smell her arousal. He pressed his body into hers and she could feel he, too, was aroused. Dean shook his head as if to attempt to clear his thoughts. She was so angry with him, but as she looked upon his beautiful face her spirit softened. The wolf retreated and she looked away from him, exposing what she could of her neck. Dean leaned in baring his teeth ready to bite her.

“Dean.” Sam said sternly. Dean turned to him and was almost unrecognizable. He was almost entirely primal and Sam was nervous, though he did his best to hide it. “Dean, let’s go outside for a moment.” Sam’s eyes pleaded with him. Dean looked back to Nobody, clearly torn. His face slowly began to soften and Sam called to him again. Dean tightened his grip on her neck and pressed her harder into the wall. She grabbed his wrists and looked into his eyes. A single tear streamed down her cheek and when Dean saw it he released her. She wanted to collapse on the floor, but she stood there as tall as she could, breathing heavily.

Dean looked at her as if he wanted to say something, but he never said a word. Instead he turned and spoke to Sam. “Tie her up.” His voice was cold and it threatened to completely break her. Sam started to protest, but Dean turned on him, “I said tie her up!” he shouted then stormed outside.

Sam turned to her and led her to the center of the room and put one of the chairs there for her to sit on. Sam handcuffed her hands behind her back and had just grabbed a blanket to cover her with when Dean barged back in carrying a large chain. “Dean-“ Sam said sternly, but one look from Dean cut him off. Sam silently put a blanket over her shoulders, but before she could even enjoy its warmth Dean ripped it off her and fastened one end of the heavy chain to her collar and the other to the leg of the nearest bed. Nobody had begun to shiver, she was still wet from her shower and Dean never afforded her the opportunity to put on any clothing. The warmth had long faded from the water and was beginning to chill her to the bone. Sam attempted to put the blanket back on her, but Dean did not allow it and threw the blanket back on the bed.

“Dean, she’s freezing.” Unlike Dean, Sam could not let go of their adventure so easily. Dean huffed as he secured her limbs to the chair with rough rope. He legs tied to either leg of the chair, keeping them slightly apart, and her arms tied at the elbows to the chair’s back. Once he was satisfied she was properly secured he stormed back outside. Sam gave her a pitied look, but Nobody just glared at him. “We’ll get this figured out.” He nodded reassuringly before he followed Dean outside.

Dean was pacing wildly by the Impala. Sam had no idea how to even begin approaching this situation, but before he could figure it out, Dean broke the silence.

“What the fuck is she??” He put his hands over his eyes and shook his head.

“She’s clearly a werewolf. We both saw her turn so there’s no denying that, but I definitely think there’s something more to her. I’m not even sure if she knows that or not.” Sam slouched his shoulders in a defeated manner.

“I can’t get her out of my head, Sam. I want to kill her, but I can barely stay mad at her!” Dean growled and went to punch the side of his Impala, but stopped himself and instead placed both hands against the side of her.

“I can’t either. What happened tonight…” Sam struggled to find the best words to finish. What did happen tonight? He asked himself. It was completely out of their character, but he did not feel ashamed nor did he regret the events of the evening. Even after this unimaginable turn of events, he would happily go back in there and do it all again. “She has to be some kind of hybrid. Quite possibly part succubus.”

“No. I know their tricks. This is not the work of a succubus or even a partial one.” Dean exhaled heavily and walked towards the room. He looked through a partial break in the curtain and saw Nobody slumped over, only the restraints kept her propped up. She looked completely lifeless. Dean looked at Sam, eyes wide with terror, then barged into the room.

*****

Not long after Sam closed the door she could hear Dean yelling. She wanted to scream. How could this have gone to shit so quickly? She was so confused. And why were they asking what I am? I’m a werewolf….aren’t I? She didn’t have much time to contemplate this because suddenly her vision went black. She knew she was still in the motel room, tied to the chair, but she felt like her mind was somewhere else.

Her eyes stung as she tried to peer into the darkness. She heard a shuffling sound directly in front of her then a light, which seemed to emanate from within him, appeared.

“My King.” She whispered as tears began to flow down her cheeks. Crowley silently walked to her with a wicked smile on his face. Her heart raced as she looked upon him.

“Oh pup, what a mess you’ve found yourself in. I expected you to be home by now with a prize in tow for your Master, but instead you tried to trick me.” The smile faded and he looked at her with pure rage.

“Master I’m sorry. I didn’t-“ Crowley put his hand on her throat cutting her off.

“I told you, you can’t con a conman. If I don’t see you at my door before sunrise I will kill you.” He took his hand from her throat, but she still couldn’t breathe. “If I can’t have you, no one can.”

Slowly the room came back into view, her vision blurry with tears, and her collar tight around her neck. She looked towards the door and tried to scream, but nothing could come out. She struggled against her restraints trying desperately to alert the Winchesters. Her heart threatened to jump out of her chest, fear gripping her tighter than ever before. This is it, she thought, this is how I die. The wolf took over and she strained every muscle she could to try and break the ropes, but it was useless. She was growing weaker, her air was completely gone. Her eyes grew heavy and she couldn’t feel anything. She lowered her head and watched the tears fall onto her legs as she faded.

*****

Dean ran to her side and shook her, trying desperately to get a reaction. He cut the ropes as Sam unlocked the cuffs and he caught her as she fell. He removed the chain and placed her on the bed, her lips were blue and she wasn’t breathing. The collar was still tight around her neck. He screamed as he tried to fight it, doing anything he could think of to get her airway clear.
Sam stayed outside the room and yelled into the evening air, “Crowley!! Let her GO!” He panted as the rage took over his entire being. He watched helplessly as Dean struggled to save her.

“Sam!” Dean yelled to him and he rushed to his side. “Her collar, it loosened…” Sam scooped up her lifeless body and placed her on the floor then began to perform CPR. Dean felt tears well up in his eyes as he grabbed at his hair in frustration. Sam worked on her tirelessly for what seemed like ages. They were both beginning to feel they lost her forever.

“Dean…” Sam paused and looked at his brother.

“Don’t you dare stop, Sam!” Sam just looked down in defeat. Dean wasted no time and took over performing CPR. He pressed her chest so hard he feared he would break her ribs, but he refused to stop.

“Dean, she’s gone. Crowley got her.”

“Shut your mouth!” Dean was panting and tears began to fall. As he put his lips to hers and breathed into her she inhaled. He sat up as she gasped weakly. He picked her up and cradled her tightly in his arms, damn near threatening to squeeze the life back out of her.

“He won’t stop.” She managed to say in a raspy whisper. “Next time. He’ll kill me.” She coughed and fell unconscious again. Dean looked to Sam and they nodded.

Dean wrapped her in his jacket and placed her in the back seat of the Impala while Sam gathered the duffle bags, putting them in the trunk. They climbed in the car and set off.

*****

Crowley stood in front of his throne and stared at the pillow he had given Nobody. His breathing became heavy until he finally snapped, snatching up her pillow and ripping it to shreds before setting it on fire. He looked up towards a window and saw the sky was just beginning to turn lighter. He turned on his heels and was about to storm out of his throne room when one of his cronies burst in.

“The Winchesters are coming.” He said with a smirk.

“About bloody time.” Crowley said through his teeth. He straightened his tie and smoothed his hair then strode out of his throne room and into the foyer to await the arrival of his favorite enemies and his backstabbing pet.

*****

“What’s the plan?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know, but we have to do something and we don’t have time to try and figure out how to get that collar off.” Dean spoke without taking his eyes off the road.

“He’ll be waiting for us.”

“I know.” Dean’s thoughts raced as he tried to come up with a plan. Nobody was still passed out in the back seat. He didn’t want to bring her, but he wasn’t willing to be too far away from her. The last thing he wanted to do was hand her over to Crowley and he was ready to fight to the death to make sure that never happened.

Sam sat in silence, frequently checking the back seat to see if she awoke. “We should think of a new name for her. I don’t like calling her ‘Nobody.’” Sam watched her as she lay there helpless and broken. He reached back and brushed the hair that had fallen over her face away. Dean looked at her through the rear-view mirror then tightened his grip on the steering wheel and pushed the peddle closer to the floor.

“Let’s see how tonight goes first.” Dean wanted to be confident that they would arise victorious, but Crowley always had something up his sleeve. He was worried he’d be forced to leave her there. The thought of Crowley’s demon hands pawing at her filled him with rage and he began breathing heavily.

“Dean, calm down. We need to go in there with a clear head.” Sam put a hand on his shoulder and Dean began breathing slower. They drove the rest of the way in silence.

Finally they arrived at Crowley’s palace. They’ve been there several times, they know where his demon horde likes to hide, but that doesn’t make it any easier to fight them. No doubt Crowley will have a small army at the ready. Dean turned the lights off and parked the Impala. He sat there, staring out into the darkness, unsure of what exactly they were going to do.

“It’s too quiet.” Sam leaned forward and scrutinized the scene outside.

“He’s waiting for us to come inside.” Dean exhaled heavily. “Waiting until we’re on his playing field.”

“So how are we going to approach this? We can’t bring her in there, but we can’t leave her out here.” Sam sighed in frustration.

“We make Crowley come to us.” Dean got out of the car and took a few steps forward, planted his feet, and yelled, “Crowley! Get your scheming, sorry-ass out here!” Sam climbed out of the car and stood next to Dean.

“Remember that thing I said about coming here with a clear head?” He huffed with frustration.

“Crowley!” Dean yelled, ignoring Sam. “If you want her, we settle this out here!”

“I could just kill her.” Crowley’s voice came from behind them. Both turned and saw his smiling face. “Good to see you again, Squirrel.” He smiled brightly then turned to Sam. “Moose.” He nodded.

Sam and Dean were both puffed up and ready to fight. Dean took a step toward him and in a demanding voice asked, “What do you want with her?”

“As I’m sure you know by now, she is very different.” He said nonchalantly. “Very…fun. I rather enjoyed my time with my new plaything. I’m simply taking back what’s mine.”

“She’s a person, not a thing.” Sam stepped next to his brother baring his teeth.

“Not a human either.” He scoffed. “Tell me, how can you justify wanting to save this monster?” His lips curled into a mocking sneer. He leaned towards them, waiting for an answer. Their only reply was heavy breathing. “Ah, so you don’t even know, do you?” He chuckled.

“We have our reasons. Taking things from you is at the top of our ‘Favorites’ list.” Dean retorted.

“I can respect that. It was a lot of fun taking her from my mother, but what is your end game? Are you going to bring her along your road trips? Have a family pet for the ‘Family Business’?” He cocked his head to the side and leaned forward slightly. “Tell me, were you just going to fuck her until you decided to finally kill her?”

“Is that not exactly what you’ll do with her?” Sam yelled.

“Oh no, my plans are much more refined, but I won’t bore you with the details. Just know she’ll be well placed into a loving home.” He smirked.

“She’s not a dog.” Sam’s rage was growing more intense.

“No, you’re right.” Crowley nodded his agreement. “She’s a wolf.” He let the word hang in the air for a dramatic effect. “Much more complicated and requires a certain skill set. I just happen to have that particular skill.” He stood tall and rocked from his heels to his toes then back again.

“You’re not fucking taking her, Crowley!” Dean snapped. The smug smile on Crowley’s face disappeared and he snapped his fingers. Instantly ten demons sprung from the nearby bushes and attacked the two brothers. They fought and struggled with them while Crowley opened up the Impala, grabbed his pet from the back seat, and vanished.

[DemonDelight]

Chapter 5 - Showdown
(MF)
Crowley placed Nobody next to his thrown and fastened a much larger, heavier chain to her collar. “Romeo! Delilah!” He called his hell hounds to him and they came immediately. “Don’t let anyone near her.” They obediently sat on either side of her. Crowley looked over her with mild disgust, wild anger, but mostly with a sense of relief that his pet had finally come home, even if it wasn’t how he had planned it to be. She was still passed out and he half thought about staying, but he needed to be sure that the Winchesters were dealt with properly. With a gruff sigh, he vanished.

*****

Crowley went back to where he left the Winchesters to find all ten of his demons were dead. “Of course.” He muttered to himself as he rolled his eyes. He surveyed the area looking for the two responsible when suddenly a bag was placed over his head and he got sucker punched in the face. “What the fuck?” He exclaimed as he felt himself get pushed.

“Where is she?” He was confident that was Dean shouting, but he sounded different.

“Where do you think? Crowley scoffed as he ripped the bag off his head. He looked down and saw a Devil’s Trap on the ground. “Bloody hell.” he muttered.

 “Bring her back!” Demanded Dean. Crowley looked at him with a look of pure annoyance.

“No.” He said in a mocking tone.

“Fine.” Sam said as he pressed his lips together making them form a thin line. “You have fun out here while we raid your castle.” Crowley let out a hearty laugh and just smiled at them, teeth covered in his own blood. Sam’s face scrunched up in anger then Dean stepped right up to the boarder of the Devil’s trap.

“We will find her an-“

“Oh I have no doubt of that.” Sam and Dean exchanged infuriated and confused looks. “I didn’t hide her. In fact, I’ll tell you exactly where she is, but you won’t be able to get to her.” He stood tall with a smug look on his face.

“What did you do?” Dean demanded.

“I didn’t kill her, if that’s what you’re worried about. She’s chained up to my throne. Very safe I assure you.” He gave a small bow and put his hand over his heart. “She’s in excellent hands. Or…paws, as it were.” He chuckled at his own joke. Dean was ready to charge on Crowley, but Sam stopped him and pulled him to the side in an attempt to calm him down.

They were far enough away and too immersed in each other to pay much attention to Crowley who was now summoning one of his hell hounds. In moments Delilah was at the Devil’s trap, silently scratching away the paint. She successfully broke the seal and was about to turn on the Winchesters when Crowley stopped her and sent her back to Romeo and Nobody. Crowley stood there practically giddy as he waited for the boys to turn around.

Finally they came back to him. “All set with your squabbling?” Dean exhaled sharply and stepped up to the boarder of the trap again.

“We’ll get her back.” The two alphas stared each other down.

“I’ll be waiting.” Sam and Dean barely had time to express their confusion when Crowley head butted Dean with such a force it knocked him onto the ground. Sam helped Dean up and when they turned to face Crowley he was gone.

“How the fuck?” Dean exclaimed as he pressed his hand to his face in an attempt to stop the blood that was now pouring down. Sam walked over to the trap and inspected it. It didn’t take long for him to find the break.

“The seal was broken. Looks like it was scratched off.” He stared trying to solve the puzzle when Dean interrupted his thoughts.

“Who gives a shit? We can figure it out later. We gotta go get her now!” Dean took his sleeve and wiped away some of the blood then took off for Crowley’s lair, Sam at his heels.

*****

Crowley sat in his throne and held an antique mirror up to his face, getting the last of his blood off his teeth. He gave them a lick and smiled. “All better.” He stated to no one in particular. Delilah and Romeo were laying on either side of Nobody. He looked down at her and sighed. “What am I to do with you?” He took a pause. “No use pretending. I know you’ve regained consciousness.” She sighed and struggled to sit up. She was worn out, freezing cold, and starving. “I’m sure you’ve noticed a couple changes. A heavier chain for one-”

“I noticed.” She cut him off. Her voice was still raspy.

“I see you haven’t learned much from your little outing.” He said gruffly.

“I’ve learned plenty.” Tears were beginning to form behind her eyes, but she refused to let any fall. Crowley gave her an expectant look and she crawled to him and placed her head on his lap. “I’ve learned where I truly belong.” She kept her head on his lap, facing away from him. A single tear fell down her cheek as the reality of her situation set in. “I will never stray again.” He placed a hand on her head and stroked her hair. She wrapped her arms around his leg and sat there waiting for an order or a knife to the back. The horrible part was she had missed him. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but she had. There’s something about him that she craves.

Both sat there in thought until they heard commotion outside the door. Nobody never lifted her head. She sat and waited, knowing it was the Winchesters who had fought their way inside. Crowley had stopped stroking her hair, but left his hand resting on her head. She gripped his leg tighter wishing he would transport them somewhere else so she wouldn’t have to face them. She wasn’t sure her heart could take it. Romeo and Delilah were now standing with their eyes fixed on the door, waiting. They let out a low growl and Nobody jumped.

“Shhh my pet. Relax. They’re here to protect you.” He softly stroked her hair a few times.

“Who?” She looked around, but saw nothing. She could sense something near and could smell them, but she could not see them. “Who’s here?” She looked up at him for the first time since she left and more tears fell without her permission.

“My hell hounds.” He said gently as he cradled her face and wiped away her tears with his thumbs. “They’ll make sure no one gets close to you. You’re home.” She hugged his leg again and put her head back down, watching the door.

Things had fallen quiet and Nobody began to fear the worst when suddenly a loud bang emanated from the heavy door. Romeo and Delilah growled and gave a couple loud warning barks as the door flew open and in strode a couple of roughed up and angry Winchesters.

“Let her go.” Dean demanded as he marched closer to them.
“Not too close now. You’ll upset them.” Dean didn’t stop, but his pace slowed.

“Who?” He asked as he looked around, straining to see in the dingy light. A couple of barks and growls answered the question for him and he stopped in his tracks, Sam right beside him.

“Romeo, Delilah, say hello to Squirrel and Moose.” Savage barking and snarling emanated from next to Nobody. She gripped Crowley’s leg tighter, feeling helpless and guilty. Dean stood gripped with fear and rage, Sam glanced over to Dean filled with concern then turned his gaze back to Crowley, hatred burning through him. “Nervous, Dean?” He said with a smirk.

“Fuck off, Crowley.” Dean snarled. “Let her go.”

“What’s her name?” Crowley wore an evil smirk. The Winchesters just stared. “Go on then, you want her so bad, say her name.”

“No.” Sam barked. “I won’t call her that.”

“What?” Crowley placed a hand over his heart and feigned shock. “You mean to tell me you’re ready to die for her, but you haven’t even given her a name?”

“Oh we’re not dying, but you are.” Dean took another step toward them, but was greeted by the hot, putrid breaths of Romeo and Delilah.

“I’d choose my next move wisely if I were you. They were given explicit instructions. While I have grown fond of you two and our endless foreplay, they don’t give two shits about ripping you to shreds.” Crowley began stroking Nobody’s hair again. For the first time since they barged in, they made eye contact with her and tears streamed freely down her face.

This is it, she thought, this is my crossroads. Crowley or the Winchesters. She did not know who she wanted more. She stood up, struggling with the weight of her chain. She looked upon the battered men before her and her heart threatened to shatter. She looked back at Crowley who was pristine upon his thrown. She wanted no more bloodshed over her. She could see the end game if she chose the Winchesters same as she could see the end game with Crowley. There were so many emotions swirling within her she was losing her grip and her wolf came out. She grabbed her hair in frustration and let out a low growl. The Winchesters stepped back and she lunged for them screaming, “Go away! Leave me here!” She pulled against her heavy chain snarling and growling at the brothers. “I’m home.” They looked upon her with anger and Dean was about to lunge toward her when Sam grabbed him by the arm.

“You don’t mean that.” Sam stared into her with a piercing gaze. Dean stood tall and carried his Alpha stance. Nobody backed away, but continued to snarl and growl. Even in her wolf form tears fell from her now hollow eyes. Dean yelled in frustration. Nobody was about to scream again when she felt a sharp pull on her chain. She stood tall and reverted back to her human form.

“Leave me. I can not follow where you go.” She stood tall despite her pain.

“We need to go.” Sam said curtly. Dean only growled in response. He was not willing to give up so easily. He needed to have her. He could see past her ruse. He was not blind to the tears still falling. She was acting as an animal trapped beyond all hope and he would set her free. “Dean. Not today.” Sam pulled on him and Crowley pulled on Nobody’s chain.

“Come here, my pet.” He pulled her chain until she came to his throne where he pulled her onto his lap. The sight infuriated Dean, but Romeo and Delilah were making their presence known.

“This is not over, Crowley.” Dean pointed at him and Sam was pulling on him to walk away.

“Oh, but it is. As soon as you reach the door she will be no more than a fuzzy memory.” Dean was about to retort when Crowley interrupted, “Romeo, Delilah, show them out.” Sam and Dean felt a hard yank on the backs of their shirts and they were being dragged towards door, but Dean did not take his eyes away from Crowley and Nobody. Crowley placed a finger under her chin and drew her in for a kiss. He watched helplessly as they shared a passionate embrace. Crowley was starting to paw at her body as they were dragged out the doorway. He flicked his wrist and the doors slammed in their faces.

The hell hounds barked and bit at their heels, chasing them away, only backing down when the Winchesters were at the perimeter of Crowley’s domain.

“This isn’t over.” Dean yelled defiantly. Sam looked at him with sorrow.

“She made her choice, Dean. She’s gone.”

“Are you blind? Did you not see her tears?” Dean turned and stormed away.

“Dean, let her go.” Sam could not deny his own feelings for her, but he didn’t trust them. He knew there was something mystical about her that they should stay away from. If only he could get his stubborn brother to see that too.

“She had no choice but to choose him. She’s weak and unless Crowley takes that collar off he can kill her no matter where she goes.” Dean continued his thoughts internally. Sam followed in silence until they reached the Impala.

“We’ll get her out of there. No one deserves to be his prisoner.” Dean started the car, turned up the radio, and sped off. Sam knew better than to continue the conversation at that moment and sat back, resting his weary body.

*****

Crowley shut the door on the Winchesters and turned all his attentions to her. He gripped her tight and squeezed her, caressing her flesh. She returned the embrace and quivered as his hellfire spilled over into her. Feeling him paw at her, wanting her, needing her, she was losing herself in him. She refused to allow herself to think about the Winchesters. She let herself become lost in her King.

He wanted to throw her off his lap and beat her half to death, but he was so relieved to have her back and that she had willingly chose him and, in part, chased off the Winchesters he couldn’t bring himself to be mad at her. He couldn’t get enough of her in that moment. He unhooked her chain and before it could even hit the floor they were in his chambers on top of his bed. He laid her on her back, kissing her fiercely, and running his hand along her leg. He broke their embrace long enough to grab the chain he had fastened to his bed and attached it to her collar. He kissed her again and pushed his throbbing cock into her. She inhaled sharply and moaned into his mouth, gently biting his lower lip. She nearly forgot how thick and hot he is.

He thrust into her, rage fueling his energy, he could barely contain himself. As she arched her back he sank his teeth into the tender flesh of her neck just below her collar. He bit hard as he fucked her. She growled and he could feel she had changed, her claws almost tearing his flesh. He quickly switched their position, bending her over in front of him, then continued fucking her. He grabbed the chain and pulled, gaining leverage to ram into her as deep as possible.

“Oh, my King!” She screamed as she came all over him. He moaned as her hot fluids rushed over his dick, dripping down them. He released her chain and gripped her hips pulling her harder onto him, prolonging her orgasm. He was nearing his own release so he smacked her ass causing her body to tense. Her pussy gripped his cock and he held himself deep within her, bent forward and bit her near the shoulder as he filled her up with his cum. He brought himself upright then ran his hand up her back, around her ribcage, and grabbed her breast, pinching her nipple. She shuddered and moaned, rolling her hips, and pushing herself back, inviting him to keep going.

He pulled out, laid next to her, and pulled her to him. She wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling into his chest, he rested his chin on her head, gripping her hair. She wrapped her leg around his waist, her cum soaked pussy right on top of his dick. He held her, angry, aroused, obsessed… He couldn’t stand the thought of her being away form him.

She rocked her hips and squeezed him, silently begging him to fill her again. She was broken, but she was content, maybe even happy. She decided she would never stray again. She would serve her King. Forever, if he so chose. Crowley could almost feel her complete submission. He responded to her by slowly sliding back inside her. She pressed herself to him and breathed heavily, kissing his neck and chest. He looked down as she looked up and they kissed, breathing heavy, tongues caressing each other, their bodies almost indistinguishable from one another.

The sun was well above the horizon, but they were completely immersed in one another. They never left his chamber that day and instead continued to make love, or as close to love as monsters are capable of.

*****

Dean could feel a change. He pulled over on the side of a desolate road and got out of the Impala. Sam was fast asleep in the passenger seat so he took a moment to himself. He was within sight of his brother, but he needed a moment. He could feel her and she was slipping away. Whatever connection they had, he could not let it sever. He would get her back.