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allocesGod, he’d missed her.
It wasn’t a sex thing. He could care less about sex, just like she could care less about killing things. He indulged her because she was her, and she had opened his eyes to the world around them. She was his in a way that most wouldn’t be able to explain. He curbed his reactions for her, listened to her, followed her, and she protected him as best she could. She was the only one out of all of them who when she looked at him, saw more than a weapon. And for that, he loved her—given that he had the capacity to do so, and of that he wasn’t sure. He just knew that she was the most important thing to him on this plane of existence, and if anyone tried to hurt her, they would have him to deal with.
But right now, for this moment in time, she was his. His hands slipped up her sides, tearing at the buttons on her shirt and feeling the vibration of the giggle that bubbled up through her throat as the click of plastic hitting the floor filled their ears. He leaned in teeth starting to graze down her neck, changing the giggles to a soft moan before he bit down on her pulse point, feeling her arch against him as he did. He pulled her away from the wall, starting to head in the direction of the bed for a moment, when his ears caught the rumble of a motor he knew very well. That resulted in him dropping Avans rather unceremoniously on the bed, and looking away, turning back towards the window to see if he was right. Regardless of who she was to him, he was still on the hunt, always.
“Alloces?” she frowned, propping herself up on her elbows. “What is it?”
“I’ll be right back,” he replied, before turning and heading towards the door. He heard a frustrated huff coming from her end of the room, but he was ignoring it for the time being. There was still the two of them, as always, but with them was another scent he didn’t recognize. Demon, but beyond that he couldn’t make heads or tails of what it was supposed to mean. Instead, he just pushed open the door and started to make his way over. If anything, he could take care of them quickly and be back before Avnas had enough time to come out and yell at him.
Dean was the one who spotted him first, as the three of them were walking to the motel room. The curse fell from his lips quickly, before he moved, away from Alloces and taking a step between Alloces and the other demon—which was odd. Usually it was the other way around, but for some reason, Dean was more protective of the demon. The confusion swept over his face for only a second, before he shook it away, and a smirk crawled up the side of his face.
“Well—miss me?”
[Tag order is up to you guys—my mess of people will just find their way in at the end.]
It wasn’t a sex thing. He could care less about sex, just like she could care less about killing things. He indulged her because she was her, and she had opened his eyes to the world around them. She was his in a way that most wouldn’t be able to explain. He curbed his reactions for her, listened to her, followed her, and she protected him as best she could. She was the only one out of all of them who when she looked at him, saw more than a weapon. And for that, he loved her—given that he had the capacity to do so, and of that he wasn’t sure. He just knew that she was the most important thing to him on this plane of existence, and if anyone tried to hurt her, they would have him to deal with.
But right now, for this moment in time, she was his. His hands slipped up her sides, tearing at the buttons on her shirt and feeling the vibration of the giggle that bubbled up through her throat as the click of plastic hitting the floor filled their ears. He leaned in teeth starting to graze down her neck, changing the giggles to a soft moan before he bit down on her pulse point, feeling her arch against him as he did. He pulled her away from the wall, starting to head in the direction of the bed for a moment, when his ears caught the rumble of a motor he knew very well. That resulted in him dropping Avans rather unceremoniously on the bed, and looking away, turning back towards the window to see if he was right. Regardless of who she was to him, he was still on the hunt, always.
“Alloces?” she frowned, propping herself up on her elbows. “What is it?”
“I’ll be right back,” he replied, before turning and heading towards the door. He heard a frustrated huff coming from her end of the room, but he was ignoring it for the time being. There was still the two of them, as always, but with them was another scent he didn’t recognize. Demon, but beyond that he couldn’t make heads or tails of what it was supposed to mean. Instead, he just pushed open the door and started to make his way over. If anything, he could take care of them quickly and be back before Avnas had enough time to come out and yell at him.
Dean was the one who spotted him first, as the three of them were walking to the motel room. The curse fell from his lips quickly, before he moved, away from Alloces and taking a step between Alloces and the other demon—which was odd. Usually it was the other way around, but for some reason, Dean was more protective of the demon. The confusion swept over his face for only a second, before he shook it away, and a smirk crawled up the side of his face.
“Well—miss me?”
[Tag order is up to you guys—my mess of people will just find their way in at the end.]
