Ride

A/N: Hi. Just a short one-shot set in 9x02. Abaddon follows through on her threat. Thanks to anyone who gives this a look, I appreciate it.

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"Well, no time like the present, right?"

Heat, sudden and quickly becoming unbearable singes his chest as scarlet tipped fingers circle the engraving etched into his skin. Fighting to maintain control of his increasingly rapid breaths, he latches an unwavering gaze onto her pale, ruby lipped face, even as a film of moisture percolates beneath his flesh to ooze out through his pores.

"Ah, what's the matter, am I too hot for you, Dean?"

He smirks despite the pain, not willing to give her the satisfaction.

"Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart, you... you ain't all that."

A cascade of hell fire red descends across his face and her features become obscured as she leans over, her long locks softly resting against him and her lips nestled snugly against his neck. The irony of it; that the pretense of an ultra hot chick is teeming with evil serves to piss him off more, even while he fights against the agony that permeates every fibre of his body.

His skin tingles at the vibration of her voice against his throat.

"No Dean, I'm so much more."

He opens his mouth, ready to spew one last retort, dripping with sarcasm and contempt into her smug face, but by the time the noise meanders it's way up his throat it has been transformed; distorted and morphed, and is unleashed upon the outside world as a blood curdling scream; his.

She cups his face, her mouth contorting into a wicked smile as his vision starts to blur and darkness closes in.

"I always love to hear them scream. And taking you along for the ride? One word, lover. Awesome."

Thanks for stopping by :) I had more written but thought this was a good place to end. However, if the feeling strikes I may add another chapter if I have a chance.