Chapter 1
The autumn leaves scraped across the paved highway, as the evenfall forged its debut. The impulsive wind whipped through the section, leaving the air cooler.
At the entrance of the establishment was a carved jack-o-latin with purplish smoke coming from it.
Remi swished the little amount of vinous beverage that she had left. Not only did her friends stand her up, but the supposed date did too! Such a total waste! Well, the booze was worth it. Finally, she would go to her cozy apartment and enjoy the rest of her evening.
“Hello Miss?” A raspy verbalization disclosed beside her.
Upon that, she turned her head to view this intruder.
The stranger had on a deep red rangy sleeve shirt that had the cuffs pulled up to his elbows. He had on blue jeans with boots. Remi stared at him and noticed he was due for a shave. In truth, she kinda like it. His hair was lengthy and styled. She leered into his shadowy soulless orbs as he gazed into hers.
“Um. hi?”
“Long day?”
“You have no idea!”
“I could get you another if you want it?” The transient asked as he perceived her empty glass.
“No thank you. I was just going home.”
“Oh, I see.”
Remi stood and stopped when the fellow inquired,
“Could we at least exchange names?”
“Um. Why?”
“It helps me remember the names of someone, especially if they have a pretty facial feature.”
This comment rendered Remi’s cheeks reddened.
“My name is Remi. Yours?”
“It’s Dean.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Hope to see you again.”
“Maybe,” Remi responded as she departed from the building.
Dean watched her leave the venue. He could smell her scent, a trait he had recently possessed since having the Mark of Cain.
Instinctly, he had to have her. If he wasn’t killing something, it had to be venery.
The week had dwindled, Remi decided to visit the tavern again. She had fantasized of bumping into the handsome incomer again. She searched for him and there at the booth at the far end he sat, drinking alone.
Remi strode towards him and seated herself and cited.
“Hi.”
Instantly, Dean casted his attention at her,
“Hey.”
An hour had passed and the pair had been talking.
“Wanna play a game?” Dean inquisitioned.
“What type of game?”
“It’s um…Hide and seek. Kinda.”
“We’re too old for that!”
“Not the way I handle it.”
“Really?”
“Yes. All you have to do is not let me find you!”
“And what do I get in return?”
Dean could have said to live. However, he knew she was an innocent woman who was being targeted by a heinous character in her life and had no clue.
The same corrupted lad is who he was waiting on. Let’s just say Crowley convinced Dean to get rid of varmint’s existence whereas he would just inform him to get lost that he wasn’t no one’s bounty hunter bitch!
In contrast, this monster Dean had previously crossed paths with him from the past and scores had to be met.
The recurrence of Crowley communicating about the licentious guy and concluded:
“Resources notify me that you are familiar with this person. That you and him have a history,” Crowley attested.
“Possibility,” Dean replied.
“Interested?”
“Maybe.”
“Well, you know what to do and when to take care of it.”
Dean glanced at the King of Hell with his black optics to accept the task.
Remi’s question brought him out of his thoughts.
“Um-HELLO!?”
“Huh?” Dean exhorted, unaware what was discussed before the flashback.
“Well?” Remi urged, aggravated.
“Oh…It’s a surprise.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“Better be worth it!”
“It is. Now, shut your eyes.”
“What? Why should I?”
“You yearn for the prize, don’t you?”
“All alright!”
Remi submitted as she felt his fingers moving her away from the area. She didn’t dare to distend to peep where to.
“Don’t open them,” Dean instructed in an immense gruff utterance.
Remi obeyed his words, and conversely quizzed.
“Dean, where-?”
“Hold on!” Dean remarked, as he positioned her in the front door’s exit.
“When I count to five. I challenge you to run as fast as you can. But! There’s a catch.”
“And that is?”
“You must not look back!”
Remi nodded to this statement that she comprehended it.
“One…Two…Three…Four…FIVE!”
Remi scurried, but not before a swift glimpse with a sneer upon her lips. By and by, she scampered to obtain a place to camouflage from him.
‘Why am I doing this?’
Remi pondered as she propped against a tree that was outside the bar to steady her breath from running away. She lingered in the darkness for a while, until she heard something in the distance.
The sound she heard was Dean slicing the devious man’s body into pieces with the first blade. Luckily, it was a brisk elimination.
Abruptly the quietness began to form panic within her.
All of the sudden, Remi detected the push of her frame being yanked enroute to the ground. The earth’s surface was cool because of the setting sun. Remi contemplated that she had an unexpected break than planned.
Currently, it was just her and him in the dead of the night.
Remi examined the surroundings with her vision for the little light she had.
Dean finished pinning her down and in a soft seductive voice.
“Told you not to look back, my free bird.”
Dean leaned in to kiss her trembling lips. From his contact it made her shivered.
An upright smirk appeared on Dean’s visage as his glossy sable perception emerged and vanished.
Her eyes widened at his performance and a scream should have come, instead there was a moan of delight.
“Continue this, free bird?” Dean queried.
In response, Remi bobbled her cranium yes.
Promptly, Dean warmed her lips hastily once more with his. Consequently, Dean inserted his tongue in her mouth and swirled hers with his.
In doing so, Remi matched his every move.
She started to tug at his attire to signify it needed to be off his physique.
Dean let her extract his apparel, followed by his denims and underwear.
He reached in to remove her blouse off then her bra, pants and panties.
In some duration during all of this maneuver their shoes and socks were kicked off.
Dean kissed her lips and her neck. Synchronously, he tickled her nipples with his rough wet tongue to get them perky. At that point, he suckled on them, resulting in her to moan.
Dean proceeded at her stomach leaving caress kisses over her fever anatomy; he kissed and nibbled her fiery interior. This composed Remi to hollowed clamorously.
Dean wedged his hard shaft into her heated core and thrusted up and down in a rapid process.
Directly, they both exuded grunts of their closeness of release.
Subsequently, Dean went to lay next to Remi.
“So where’s my gift, Dean?”
Remi requested as she sat straightened up and folded her arms.
Dean chortled as he mocked her action and added by handling her garments. She grasped them and dressed hurriedly.
“I think you already had it.” Dean answered as he too was putting his clothes on.
Remi mischievously smacked his arm which compelled Dean to give a half suppressed laugh as he rubbed the location Remi had hit with her hand.
“Dean, if you crave to have sex with me.All you had to do was ask.”
Dean didn’t reveal to her the honest reason. The true gift was he took care of the brute that was after her and dealt with an ancient incentive that was delinquent.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
The duo emitted a shared chuckle that echoed around.
Immediately, Remi woke up and realized she was in her bedroom. She quickly jumped from the mattress. She shook her noggin in an attempt to get those erotic orbs erased from her mind and the wild illusion that occurred.
‘That was an odd dream. I only just met Dean!’ Remi speculated.
With that, she goes to the bathroom to splash water on her face not sensing that in the window there was a set of eyes staring -watching her every movement.
~ The End~
