"Now, what's a pretty little thing like you doing sitting all alone?"

Destiny slowly turned to face the speaker, finding an attractive young man about her age in the empty seat beside her.

"My good-for-nothing date didn't show," she sighed.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that," the young man replied. "Bastard really missed out."

She tried not to shudder as his gaze wandered down to linger on her cleavage before moving down the rest of her and back up. This was the point of getting her such a skimpy outfit. To draw in some unsuspecting sod so Dean could kill them.

"What do you say to forgetting about the son of a bitch and getting out of here with me?" the man continued.

Destiny pretended to hesitate, chewing on her lip as she turned away slightly.

"Come on. I'll make it worth your while."

She looked back in time to see the young man give her another once over.

"I guess..." the young woman spoke.

He grinned at her, hopping down from the barstool. Destiny put on a show of stumbling slightly as she hopped down herself. She had barely touched the glass in front of her all night, but Dean's new victim didn't need to know that. Latching onto the man's proffered arm, she let him lead her outside.

When they stepped out into the frigid night air, Destiny shivered, drawing herself closer to her escort. He smirked down at her as they walked. When they got closer to the alley behind the bar, Destiny pulled on the man's arm to draw him in that direction. He hesitated a moment, but followed willingly when she pressed her lips to his and walked backwards into the alley.

The pair continued their make out session, the young man backing Destiny into the alley wall.

"Eager, aren't we?" he asked in between kisses.

The woman just hummed in response before shoving him backwards. He stumbled, letting out a sharp gasp as he looked down. The tip of the First Blade was peeking out of his stomach, dark and shiny with blood. In one clean movement, Dean removed the Blade from the man and his lifeless body crumpled to the ground.

Destiny breathed heavily as she stepped over the body to greet Dean. The demon grasped her chin, leaning in for a kiss that left her heart fluttering in her chest. When they finally parted for air, the young woman looped her arm around his and the pair headed off into the night, leaving the body behind.

"He was younger than the others."

"So?"

"I shouldn't have..."

"We're not seriously having this argument again?"

"I just helped you kill an innocent man, Dean!"

"What? And the others weren't? You know why we have to do this. You agreed to help the second you climbed in that car with me two weeks ago!"

"Fuck you!"

Dean growled, lunging forward and pinning Destiny to the wall. She still wore the skimpy outfit from the bar: a little black number that fell halfway above her knees and was extremely low cut to show off her breasts. Dean had been the one to pick it out for her when they decided she would help be part of the ruse to get him victims to sate the Mark with.

He attacked her lips roughly, not giving either of them time to speak. It didn't take long before she was being picked up and thrown onto the bed, the demon not breaking contact as he undressed her and then reached for his own zipper.

Destiny closed her eyes, not saying a word as Dean sponged kisses up her spine. This was always how their arguments ended. She would willingly help him kill to keep the Mark in check, back in their room, she'd protest her involvement, he'd make some snippy remark about how she signed up for this, and then they'd fuck each other.

They'd managed to stay under the radar so far, thanks to Dean's pool hustling and the occasional use of her credit card when absolutely necessary. Her card was really meant to be a last resort thing. Dean had agreed since his brother didn't know of her involvement with him unless he talked to Crowley again, but did know all the aliases he'd use that it was better to use hers than one of the fakes in the Impala's glove compartment.

They still tried to use cash as much as possible, though. She moaned quietly when Dean moved from her back to nipping at the sensitive area behind her ear, earning a low chuckle from the demon.

"How long?"

Destiny felt the man freeze behind her at the two simple words and almost wished she hadn't said anything.

"What?" he growled in her ear after an awkward pause.

The woman wet her lips as she tried to think of a way to word the question without offending the Deanmon.

"How long is this going to last? Someone is going to catch up eventually, whether that will be Crowley or your brother... So how long are we going to keep fighting it?"

"As long as it takes," Dean growled again, taking her lobe in his mouth.

Her breath hitched as he began sucking at it, but forced herself to keep talking.

"What would happen? If one of them did find us?"

"Well, I don't know about Crowley, but Sam's going to try anything he can to turn me back into a human again."

"He could do that? Turn you back into a human?"

"We... found a way to do it," Dean admitted. "But I'm not going to let that happen. I like this version of me, and he's not going to get rid of me that easily."

Destiny bit her lip, considering this new information as the demon went back to nipping and sucking at her neck. Part of her was curious: would the human version of Dean keep her around if Sam managed to bring him back, or would he ditch her as a reminder of the things his demon counterpart did?