#but everyone else is. i'm so in love with grace please let her be bi (i know she probably isn't :-/)

[theodoravery]

ok so ! i was very pleasantly surprised, the first volume was actually quite enjoyable! the mc customisation looks sooo much better this season, you can make a gorgeous mc!

[saltandburn-ilovesamwinchester]

Hell's Back Door

"What in the hell are you," the tall green-eyed hunter yelled in your face. His teeth bit down on his bottom lip. You were sure the pressure he had on it was enough to make him bleed if he didn't back off.

You were surrounded by three large men in an old room. Not knowing where they had you was the least of you worries. Noting that you were strapped to a table and your heart was pounding so loud you thought it would burst, that was the problem.

"Please, just let me go! I don't know what you want," you said in a dry voice. You looked to the tallest man, who was leaning against a table with his arms folded in front of him. His shaggy hair cut just past his ears, and his long legs supporting his stance.

For some reason, he looked like the safest one, compared to the guy spitting profanities at you and the shortest guy on the other side of the room. There was something about the man in the trench coat that you were drawn too. There was a darkness inside him. A true evil. It was like you could feel his presence even if he had just walked through the door.

"Listen," the tall man with the long hair cut in, "You were in this town at the same time and place when the old couples started disappearing and we want to know why you are killing off everyone in a ten mile radius." As the words rushed out each man took steps closer to the metal table you were tied to and leaned over to watch you squirm.

They watched as your body twisted and arched off the table while the ropes were digging into your skin. "I don't know, I woke up here and that's it! That's all I remember," your desperate eyes glued to the man with the green eyes and rolled them as his perfect lips fell in a pout. You knew he was catching on to your lie.

The demon side of you wanted trouble and you knew where to find it. You just didn't think it would end up like this.

His face was the one closest to yours after he bent down to eye level. "Oh sweetheart, I still think there's something you aren't telling us," his voice going quite. From his back pocket he pulled out a long knife with ancient warding on it.

You knew what each symbol meant from years of training. As your mom was a demon and your dad an angel. That must be why you were getting different vibes from everyone. You could see the guy's wings from behind his trench coat, but you couldn't figure out what the other guys were.

Being pulled from your thoughts, you hissed when the tip of the blade trailed from your right knee to the hem of your shorts. You were just able to see the line of blood right before your grace took over and healed the bloody mess.

Watching the men’s faces, the green-eyed hunter became even more furious, the tall one's eyebrows raised, and the angel's face in the corner realized what you were.

"Dean, stop," his rough voice more heavenly than hell bent. "Can't you see? She has grace, nothing else can heal that fast!"

You gulped as the hunter, Dean, leaned to you. "But that doesn't explain her smartass attitude," he closed his eyes and harshly pulled your bottom lip with his teeth. As you pulled away he slammed his hand down by your head and his eyes flashed black.

"Oh right," you exclaimed! "You're Dean Winchester, I knew I recognized you!" You couldn’t go anywhere, but you managed to turn your head sideways trying to fight your own evil inside. Looking back at him your own eyes flashing black, "Is that supposed to scare me, sweetheart," you mocked his tone from before. "I've heard many things about you," you winked at him and put on your best smile.

From the foot of the table, you saw the angel reach for his blade. His eye flashed red and with a smirk he was leaning over you. Before he could hold the blade to your throat, Sam you assumed from rumors, grabbed his arm and pulled him away. "Not yet, Luc. She hasn't given us what we wanted."

"And what is that sugar," you cut in. "Honestly, I was just looking for some fun tonight, but instead I've been accused of doing something I clearly didn't do. Now, will you please let me go," you asked using your sweet side.

"Wait," the green-eyed hunter crossed his arms. "What kinda fun were you looking for tonight," he asked smirking at the men around him.

As if all three men shared the same thoughts, in a second the angel snapped his fingers leaving your body naked and spread across the cold metal table. "Oh, go to hell Winchester," you spat.

Instantly regretting those words, Dean looked at his brother and Sam walked up where your head layed and yanked your head to the side to look at Dean. He rubbed circles under your right breast, spreading chills down your body, "Sweetheart, I'm Hell's back door."

You looked down at the angel who had started massaging your ankles where the rope still had you tied down. "How are we going to do this, Dean," his gruff voice breaking the silence.

"Don't worry about that," Dean smiled up at you from your chest. He was still leaning over the table and his breath and his scratchy beard kissing your already sweating skin. He trailed his tongue down your stomach and straight to your panty line.

"If only I could get my hands on him," you thought. "There would be nothing left of this pretty boy."

"Use your tongue, Dean," the angel's voice pulled you from your throughts. The ropes at your feet were gone but there felt like some force was keeping your legs off each side of the table, leaving you completely open.

Dean walked around to end of the table and leaned over you. With one swipe of his tongue, he had your hips rising and falling from his harsh touch and your own breathing faltered when Dean used both hands to hold your legs down.

"Hey, pretty boy," you asked only able to look up. "You still back there?" You had to take your mind off of Dean or you wouldn't last. Hearing your shallow voice Sam looked at you in an upside-down position. He came closer until his nose was nudging yours. His lips were so close when Dean’s teeth pulled at folds causing you to cry out.

You looked down at Dean to see his forehead leaning against your lower stomach, "You son of a bi.." Sam cut you off with a deep kiss. His tongue parting your lips, fighting and bruising them, and taking your mind off of Dean's hard work.

"Sam," you mumbled against his lips. You bit down a little too harshly when your legs started to shake.

"Come on, bitch," Dean was breathing heavy from below you and tracing your wet lips. "Don't be shy now!" He looked up giving you a glare with black eyes.

Before reacting you looked at the man in the trench coat. If it wasn't for the force on your legs still holding you down, you would have forgotten all about him. "Well, if you let me go.." winking at him and facing Dean again, and ask nicely.."

In a matter of seconds your legs fell limp at the tables and your arms were free of the ropes and Sam's grasp too. You grabbed your wrist and rubbed the pain away from pulling at the ropes. Finding Dean's eyes again, you sat back on your elbows to watch him. "Now, ask again," you smiled.

Pulling you down from feeling mighty and powerful, he pushed two fingers in you as he circled you clit. "F.." The angel cut you off as your first orgasm hit you. His lips were pure sin. It made you want more. You pulled him closer by his tie and wrapped your free arm around his neck and this time it was your turn to have your lips pulled back in a powerful bite.

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Hey, there guys! So.. what'd ya think? I'm a little nervous about this one. All mistakes are mine... um please let me know how you feel. I love hearing everything! 😙❤💋

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