07 – First Kill Celebration

The bar was hopping, full of drunk, desperate people who were looking for someone to take home for the night. Through the throng of human drunks, the two demons sat at the bar. They knocked back drinks like there was no tomorrow.

"Say...you know what would be a good idea?" asked Selina.

"As much as I know what you're thinking, it's a bad idea. Killing drunks is practically mercy for them. A way out of their pathetic lives."

"Not all people drink to escape their 'pathetic' lives, you know. Some do it for fun. Some do it to celebrate, like we are."

"It was your idea, you wouldn't shut up about celebrating your first kill."

Selina snorted. "Say it any louder and someone will call the cops on us."

"Hey, let 'em. It'd be good practice for you. You got one notch under your belt."

Selina looked around the bar. She wasn't fond of the blasting music from the speakers, her hearing was more intense than in her human days. She found a lot of her senses were amplified. She didn't miss her human self. Though, she could have done without the torture and being locked away in Hell for all that time.

"Do we get drunk?" Selina inspected her freshly emptied glass.

"It takes some serious alcohol, but yeah, we do. It's angels that have a much higher tolerance."

Angels? Of course. I should have known. "Ah, angels, the natural enemy of demons. Of course they exist. Do they police the supernatural bad guys?"

Dean scoffed. "Hardly. They ain't the good cops. They're some of the worst creatures I know."

"So you've encountered them?"

"I've encountered a lot of monsters in my time."

The hairs on the nape of Selina's neck stood on end. Someone's watching. She looked around, waiting for something to spring out at her and Dean. She could see no other demonic faces hidden behind their meatsuits. Constant vigilance. She tried to push it from her mind, but it remained a nagging presence, though its voice was much quieter than before.

"You think we're being tailed?" asked Dean.

"Hmm?"

"You got that watchdog look on your face." Dean now began to look around, too.

"Guess I'm just not used to the freedom yet. Sometimes I think this will be stripped away from me, and I haven't left Hell at all."

"It can play with you." Dean signaled for another round of drinks for the two of them. "If Hell wants you back, you show them you earned your way out."

"You gonna be at my side if they do come for me?"

Dean chuckled. "This isn't a permanent partnership, bucktooth. Once you're good on your own, I'm flying solo."

"Well, you must enjoy my company on some level if you offered your guidance."

"I wouldn't go saying that."

"What, because it's true?" Selina quirked a brow in Dean's direction. "Or are you helping me in the hopes that you score with me in bed?"

"Whoa, you're out in left field."

"Am I, though?"

"I'm not wasting my time trying to bag a demon in bed. My brother did, and it didn't go well."

"You have a brother? Is he dead?" Though Selina knew Dean Winchester did have a brother, who hunted things like her, she still had to keep her cover.

Dean flinched. He stared at the fresh drink that was placed in front of him. "He's dead to me."

Selina was now very curious. "Is he like you?"

"A demon? Nah."

"I meant a hunter."

"He is."

"Is he looking for you? Does he know you're a demon?"

"Let's stop with the Twenty Questions." Dean took a long sip of his drink. "I don't interrogate you about your life."

"It's because I don't talk about my life. I didn't have much of one in Hell besides the torment and false hope that one day I'd get myself out."

"Not so much false hope anymore, 'cause you're here. You were human once, you don't talk about that."

"I choose not to. Focusing on the past doesn't help the present, or the future. I can't exactly go back to that."

"You could, if you wanted to. There's a cure for being a demon."

"What?"

"Yeah. It's why my brother thinks it's a good idea to want to find me. He thinks he can cure me."

"So he does know you're a demon," Selina concluded. Dean hadn't confirmed it until just now. "Well, hey, if he tries to take you back, I'll help you get away from him."

"I'm not asking for your help."

"I didn't really ask for yours, yet here we are." Selina took another sweep of the bar. If she knew what Dean's brother looked like, she could watch out for him. Truth be told, she didn't want Dean to ghost on her right now. She would, sure, when she felt truly independent and competent in her demonic abilities. "You know what could take your mind off this?"

"We're not making it another slaughterhouse. I got another place in mind that could turn into one real fast. But that'll be for when you get some more kills in your resume. For now, just enjoy the drinks."

The itch to kill burned in Selina. She hated that there was so much opportunity, yet she felt chained. She felt obligated to obey Dean. He was guiding her to her better, demonic self after all. To ignore his advice would be to invoke him into having a reason to stab her in the back, perhaps literally. But that's only with a demon-killing weapon. He has none with him.

When she saw one lone woman exit the bar, she slipped away in pursuit. Dean didn't stop her, he remained in his alcohol.

The cool night air welcome Selina outside. The woman she stalked was a little tipsy, her walking pattern suggested that much. Selina caught up to her quickly, grabbed the woman from behind, and dragged her between two buildings. The woman squealed behind Selina's hands, and even had the audacity to bite into her palm.

For the bite, Selina knocked the woman against the brick wall. The impact was so forceful, Selina heard a crack. Shit. The woman's body dropped hard against the ground, and a pool of red began to form around her head.

"Fuck," Selina hissed, irritated. She wanted to toy with the woman some. Instead, she'd killed her quick. Well, I got my second kill. But I screwed it up.

"What in the hell are you doing?"

Selina turned. Further down between the two buildings, in the dark, emerged a demon. Lissa. She wore hear orange hair down, and she wore a mildly shocked, yet stern expression.

"I'm being myself, what does it look like?" Selina snapped.

"It looks like you're making a mess," Lissa said in disgust. "I'm here for a report about your assignment. You do remember that, right?"

"My assignment is going just fine." Selina folded her arms. "He's not posing any threat to the King whatsoever. He just wants to be left alone to sulk and kill humans. Isn't that what we do?"

"Do you forget who Dean Winchester is? He may be a demon, but he's still a hunter. He and the King have a...rocky relationship."

"They're gay for each other?"

Lissa shook her head. "No! They're...The King was a former ally of Dean Winchester, but then Dean got too big of an ego and decided to go off by himself. He's practically a walking weapon, capable of unspeakable carnage."

Oh, I know. Selina thought back to the carnage he'd displayed in the bar, where they'd first met.

"This is not being on assignment, this is killing for fun," Lissa snarled. "That's not why you were let out. If you're not on task, we'll bring you back. The King will make sure you don't get a second chance of being let out again."

"I actually am on task. He's in the bar right now."

Screams suddenly burst through the night air. Selina sighed. He's starting a fight without me. How rude of him. And he'd just said that the bar wasn't gonna be a murder house. Lissa gave Selina a scalding look.

"It could totally just be a normal bar fight," Selina said nonchalantly.

"Go keep him under control. Don't let him suspect what you're really doing."

I mean...I already am keeping him under control...sort of. "Why don't you step in?"

"Oh, he'll know I'm working for the King right away. But you..."

Selina rolled her eyes, throwing up her hands. "Fine, fine! Wait...how did you find me? Do you have a beacon on me or something?"

The screams continued in the bar. Furniture was being broken, as were bottles and glasses.

"Perhaps another time," said Lissa uneasily. "Dean Winchester needs to be subdued. Go."

With another eye roll, Selina disappeared to find Dean owning guys the size of bikers. She watched in awe at his ferocity. The way he moved, the way he fought...

If she wasn't so enraptured with him, she'd join him.

One by one, the men fell. A few were beaten to death, some were stabbed with parts of chairs, or table legs, or broken glass. Selina saw a few bar patrons with their necks snapped. He's gone full on beast mode.

Once the silence fell over, like the last bar they'd been in, Selina made her way through the graveyard to Dean.

"You do this on purpose?" Selina asked him quietly.

"Dude pissed me off."

"I thought you said this wasn't gonna be a crime scene?"

"Plans change."

"So you decided to make this another slaughterhouse, without me?"

"I wasn't waiting for you." Dean's nostrils flared angrily.

"You still got some steam to blow off there?"

"Yeah, and I think I might know how to use it."