Knights of Hell

Three weeks had passed, there was no way of Max leaving and she was beginning to change. She was able to control the colour of her eyes, she had more poise and confidence, and she felt, in a way, more powerful. After noticing the changes in her, Dean decided to take Max out and give her a test run.

Max sat in the tub of the bathroom as she stared around the room. The shower was in front of the tub, on the right side of the walls were two small windows, and on the left side of the bathroom there was a sink with drawers underneath and a mirror to top it off, and a toilet to the right of the sink.

The door of the bedroom creaked open and his foots steps were heard. Dean noticed the room was empty so he figured she was in the bathroom.

The door was half shut and Max's arm could be seen resting on the edge of the tub. He walked in, not bothering to knock. He squatted down beside her and rested his hands on the edges of the tub. Her body was invisible under the foamy soap, only her neck, arms, and the tops of her knees were visible.

"I want you to come out with me tonight."

Max turned her head towards him and her lips curled into smirk. He took note on her eyes, they were black.

"That'd be nice. Where are we going?"
"Somewhere. . .we can let lose."

She carefully stood up, the soap running down her exposed body.

"Mind handing me that towel."

Dean glanced at her for a moment and then stood to retrieve the towel.

"I'll be ready in an hour."

She stepped out of the tub and entered the shower. Dean left the bathroom and walked out into the hall. Once Max was done showering, she went out into the bedroom. On the bed, she found her outfit for the night that Dean had left for her.

Once she was ready, she made her way down the hall and down the stairs. Dean was waiting by the front door and when he heard the click of her heels, he turned to face her. He couldn't help but stare, the dress fit her more than perfect.

"Ready?"

Max saw that he had changed and it stirred erotic thoughts in her mind. She gave him a nod and they stepped outside. She saw the Impala parked in the driveway, it looked just like how she had last seen it.

"Somethings never change." She uttered but Dean had heard her.
"I couldn't let my baby go to waste."

For a moment she thought Dean, not demon Dean but pie-loving-hunter Dean was back. She got in and pushed the thought away. Thirty minutes had passed and they were in the city of wherever they were staying. Dean parked across the club they were about to enter. When Max stepped out, she could hear the muffled music. He took her hand in his and walked towards the entrance.

He talked to the bodyguard and let them inside. The beat of the music pounded in her chest, lights bounced off the walls and the people, fog filled with dance floor as people danced.

"Come on." Dean tugged her towards a small flight of stairs that lead to the balcony. They came to a private area, two men sat on the leather couch while a woman sat on one of their laps. The man whispered in her ear and she got up. Dean walked up to them and introduced Max to them.

"This is Max, don't worry, she one of us. Fresh off the market."

They looked her up and down, biting their lips. Max was pulled down to sit on the man's lap. His arm snaked around her waist.

"I'm Michael. " He purred in her ear.
"So you're a demon? I take it you've tasted our blood before."

She nodded. Michael shifted and took out a blade. Dean was watching from the railing of the balcony as he flirted with another woman. Michael sliced his arm open and blood dripped out. She smirked and flicked her eyes pitch black. Dean's eyes went from the curvy blonde woman in front of him to Max and he was getting a little jealous.

Michael lifted his arm to her lips and she began to lick the blood that had already dripped out, then she sucked on his clean cut. He leaned his head back and Max downed on his blood. Dean was becoming more aggravated by her actions but he pushed it away.

She continued to drain out his blood and Michael's hands began to travel down her torso. His hand stopped on her thighs and Max willingly opened her legs. By now her dress was hiked up a bit. As Dean glanced over once more, he saw them and that was all it took to tip him over.

He chugged his drink and left the blonde in mid-sentence. He walked over to them and grabbed Max's arm tugging her away from Michael. She hand blood dripping down the edges of her lips and Dean wiped it away. He tugged her down the stairs and lead her to the dance floor.

What had just happened was already forgotten and they lost themselves to the music. She swayed her hips as Dean trailed his hands over her body. With every second, he yearned for her. When she began to sway against him, that's when he couldn't take it anymore.

Dean grabbed her wrists and pulled her away from the crowd. He walked out of the club with Max trying to keep up. They reached the Impala and he pressed Max against the car. His breathing was quick and his hands were on her.

"Was is it with you and tugging me?"

Before he could say anything, Max pulled him in for a rough kiss. He pressed his hips against her torso.

"Not here."

He said pulling away and opened the door for her. He got in and turned on the engine. Before he started off on the road, he revved the engine and took off. As they hit the highway he stepped on the gas and went way over the speed limit. The feeling was exhilarating and she wanted more.

Max took off her seat belt and crawled onto Dean's lap. She put her arms around his neck and nipped at his earlobe and down his neck. For Dean it was hard to keep his hands on the wheel, he wanted to touch her badly.

Max felt the wind blowing at her back and heard the roar of the engine. She unbuttoned the first few buttons on his dress shirt and kissed his lower neck. His scent was intoxicating. All these years of knowing Dean, demon or not, she never realized how badly she wanted him.

The car came to a stop and they were in back at the house. The night air was warm yet brisk, and the moon was half full. Max crawled off of him and got out on her side. Dean opened the door and as soon as she stepped into the house, he pushed her against the wall and pinned her arms above her head.

He kissed her roughly and left her almost breathless. He pulled away and kissed her neck, one hand still holding her arms in place whilst the other roamed down her side, caressing her hips. Dean hiked up her dress so that it was past her thighs and slid his hand in between. He curved his palm against her sex and she bucked her hips.

"You're dripping for me already."

He stroked her through the fabric of her panties, she jerked her hips once more begging for more friction. He stopped and let go of her.

"Turn around."

Max did as she was told, facing the wall. He unzipped her dress and let it pool around her ankles. Max was now bare in her lingerie, wet, and waiting for what his next move was. She turned back around and he picked her up. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist.

"Maybe the Dean that you used to know never showed his affection, but he's always wanted this, you. He wanted to be inside you, bringing you over the edge, and now you and I get to enjoy something better."

Dean crashed his lips onto hers and lead her to the living-area. He set her on the arm rest of the couch, still moving his lips in sync with hers. Max began to lean back and he leaned in, until Max didn't feel anything behind her, they fell back on couch, pulling Dean down with her.

"Easy tiger." He teased.

Max unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and slipped it off, revealing his chiseled chest. He moved her up so that her body was fully laying on the couch and he had her straddled in between his thighs. Dean leaned down and planted ghostly kisses on her chest and down to her belly. He stopped at the hems of her panties and tugged at them with his teeth.

Pulling them down and tossed them aside. By now Max was soaking and she just wanted to fuck him already. Dean stood to unbuckle his belt and take off his pants along with his boxers. His length sprang free, he was bigger than she imagined. He got back on top of Max and opened her legs, positioning himself.

"You sure you're ready?"

Max nodded. He pressed his shaft against her clit, kneaded her folds and then slowly eased himself into her. She gasped at his size and the way it felt as he slowly entered her was immpeccable. With a blink of her eyes, they were black again.

"That's my girl."

Once she had adjusted to him, Dean began to thrust in and out at a slow almost agonizing pace. Max had had sex before but sex with a demon was above and beyond. She clawed at his back when he picked up his speed, her breathing quickened, and she was getting close.

"Dea-"
"Say my name, yell it."

"Dean." She moaned.
"Louder."
"Fuck-Dean." This time saying it louder.
"Dean! I'm-gonna-cum!" She yelled.

If they had any neighbors, they would have woken the whole block.

He rode out her orgasm, soon coming undone after her.

"Max!" He moaned.

He jolted, forgetting that there was little space and fell onto the ground along with Max. They couldn't help but laugh a bit.

"That was. . .too good to be true." Max panted out.
"We're only getting started."