Demon Dean Fic Novels & Stories

-Your Majesty, please, you need to accept me or I will have to…"The demon replied, worried about what he should do to me if I keep saying no. I start laughing at him but decide to give him a chance, I am already naked, I can at least play this demon on my fingers. I get near Dean, and walk around him, measuring his body from head to toe, to see if there can be something about him to make me want him. I don't see anything special in him through all his clothes, therefore I ask him to undress for me. Dean is very obedient and slowly removes his clothes, revealing his delicious red body. I put one finger in my mouth and suck it slowly, then get it out and touch Dean's chest with it. I am just t

After all, I ran away from home to be exposed before I returned to Mom's cage. "Come here," he ordered. Like a robot being controlled with a remote, I took one step after another until I was just an inch away from him. I felt so small, standing this close to him. How can he be sexy and tall at the same time? I won't say he's God's favourite because he has so much blood on his hands. Demon was created by the devil. "Touch me, Papillon," he said softly, a dangerous softness that slid right under my skin. "I want your hands on me."

He blindly grabbed his angel hand, sharply pivoted on the spot, and ran. He only succeeded in running about a good half-block of length away when another type of demon blocked his path. His heart thudded in his chest and not even the assuring warmth of Sam body pressed close to his could comfort him. The spade-like hands of the green-skinned Oni demons spread with every step they took to decrease the distance in between and Dean forcefully summoned another bout of his magic with a twist of his shaking arm.

he warns. I nod, saying a short goodbye to Nico and the other guy I am not interested in meeting. He knows demons, thee demon to be specific and I'm not to be within it's reach. He will drag me to the pits of hell if he gets his hands on me, I can't let it happen, I won't provide him an open window to haunt me

Despite the countless unwilling thoughts racing through his mind, he forced himself to accept the harsh reality. The moment he closed his eyes, he thought of what his youngest son had said in his last life: “I hope that in your next life, you’ll be gay—and not just any gay man, but the kind who is submissive, the kind who finds himself under another man. Not just one, either—let’s make two, no, three or maybe four. I want you to experience what it feels like to be completely dominated.” When Damon finally untied his bound hands, Dean thought his despair had brought him to the end, but very soon, he realized it hadn't. Just as Dean began to struggle, he was rolled over before his hands were r

Pam didn't really say much about them apart for them being close with Damon. April wasn't exactly curious about the vampire princes, she only wanted to know about the demon but Pam didn't seem to know more about him. She wished she could find anything, just anything that would be lead to the answers to her questions. She drew the curtains closed after staring at the window for a while and thinking about the things Pam had told her about the demon. She sighed as her head hurt just thinking about the demon, he was really a good ingredient for a headache. She lay on the bed feeling her eyes already drooping to sleep and then she allowed the darkness to take over. She closed her eyes and slowly

I said, wagging my finger. “All of it, all eighty years,” he said, putting his hands down. “All of… You’re what,” I said, falling back to the couch. I immediately grabbed a large thin blanket and wrapped myself like E.T. Somehow it was going to protect me which was ridiculous. Over the next however long, it seemed like hours … he told me his life story. All three of them. Murder, drugs. Vampires, fairies, angels, demons. He’s a demon. It was what I had suspected, what I nearly said sometimes. What I thought.

The door to the room I was, flew open, revealing the demon himself, dressed in his all black glory, he was holding a gun, he looked over at me and smirked, dropping the gun on his table, he walked over to his dresser, taking off his rolled up sleeve suit. "You know this is low right, even for you." I said. "I'll take the risk." His very sweet voice echoed around the room, damn, how I've missed that voice. "Lemme guess, you want to 50 shades of gray me." I said, Sacarsm dripping from my words. He gave a full rich laugh, taking off his pants and sliding on his black joggers. "Hmm, kinda." He said. "Look Tyler, in order to avoid any nonsense in the future, just let me go." I said, although, I k

“There is something between you two that you are not telling me.” Lysan was quiet, he didn't say anything, he just kept staring at the floor. Dyleon ran a hand through his hair, pulling it slightly. “When did you become like this Lys? When did you start hiding things from me? You feel like a completely different person, acting off since morning.” He moved closer to Lysan, “Talk to me Lysan, Please.” Dylan said, his voice cracking a little. Lysan blinked hard, pressing his lips together, keeping his emotions in check. There was no way he could explain to Dyleon that their beloved Demon prince was a monster. That he found himself in the body of another person. That everything was spiraling out

But he had to move slow. The first thing he did was introduce the evil man to what evil truly looked like. One of those mornings when he chose to appear before the man’s bedside, he decided not to leave so suddenly. Nay. He stayed and looked Rell in his eyes, starting a stare down with his demon form fully on display. Young didn’t disappear until the man had sprung into action, finally reaching for his gun, with a ‘what the hell’. When he turned back to the edge of his bed, Blood, the demon version of Young, had disappeared.