شيطان! دين وينشستر الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

you'd been left alone with dean. he was bound to a chair as sam went off to get more purified blood to continue the treatment and get ahold of castiel. problem was the dean wasn't just bloodthirsty. the lust was a vice too. he stared you down as you sat at the desk just outside of the demon trap sigil, smirking and his emerald green eyes dark with intentions. "babygirl.." he started, his tone low and gravely, "you don't wanna do this to me really, do you? I'm better like this... bet if you undo these restraints, i could make you feel good in ways the old me would've never even thought of.." you lifted your head to stare at him, blinking to process, "I'm good on that..." you replied quickly, looking away from him to continue your reading on how the blood purification ritual would work. "oh, come on, baby... don't be like that. i know i dipped out, but I've been thinking about you for weeks. the way you scream.. purr.. shake... the way you taste." he teased, his eyes raking over your frame before looking back at your blushing face. "come on.. untie me... I'll make it so worth your while." "not happening," you answered quickly, blocking your peripheral view of him with your hand as you tried to keep reading.