13 – "I Belong to Nobody."

Dean had taken them to yet another shabby motel. The silence between them was almost...tense. Like there were some unspoken words that had yet to come out.

For Selina, this was certainly true. She couldn't ascertain the same from Dean; she was no mind reader. His face was hard to read as well.

So when the two demons found themselves in a rather small room that smelled of mold, instead of celebrating with sex, they stood in silence. Dean prodded the tips of his fingers with the jagged knife he'd stolen from Sam.

"Does that really hurt us?" Selina asked lowly, keeping an eye on the blade.

"It does. So do angel blades, like the one Cas carries," Dean said gruffly. "Didn't have enough time to pillage his."

"I guess it's not a bad thing. One demon-killing weapon is off the board for them. I gotta ask: how come we didn't leave a body trail?"

"Hmm?"

Selina slowly paced in the cramped room. "We had all those chances to kill them, apparently with the perfect weapons. Yet, we left them with a bad headache to wake up to. What happened to wanting those albatrosses off your back?"

"It's not the right time."

Selina stared Dean down, temporarily stopping her pacing. "What?"

"You heard me."

"How was that not the right time to kill them, Dean? We had the advantage!"

"There're gonna be more chances, Selina."

"If this is about you going soft—"

Dean closed the gap between them. Selina was not shoved into the nearest wall, though Dean's green eyes—which were currently black now, out of apparent anger—suggested there was still time for that to happen. "You're one to talk about soft, Selina."

"I'm not anymore, Dean. I can't help but wonder if our roles are reversing, and you're becoming the pathetic excuse of a demon."

"I didn't take mercy on them."

"I think you did." Selina felt the urge to spit on Dean. In turn, she flashed her own black eyes. "Waiting for 'the right time' may be never with you. I guess you're not full of the black abyss like you were acting out to be. Say you were biding your time, what exactly was the game plan?"

"We can't tackle both at the same time. Gotta take out the biggest gun first, then..."

Selina squinted. "See? You're losing your murderous edge." She grabbed his arm, the one that bared the red Mark of Cain. "What's the point in having this if you won't fully utilize it and see what it can make you do? If you don't want to kill them—"

Selina found herself shoved into the wall, with Dean blocking her way out. She felt the tip of the jagged knife poking into her stomach. "I do want to kill them."

"Then cut this bullshit with 'biding your time', and let's go fucking do it! But you gotta put that knife away if you want me to help you get them off you once and for all." For her sake, she wished he'd do so soon. Being held at knife point, by a weapon that could potentially be fatal to a demon, was making her nervous. It was the first time she'd felt like she was in any real danger since being assigned to watch over Dean.

It took some time, but, reluctantly, Dean withdrew the knife from Selina's stomach. She let out the breath she'd been holding in.

"How do you suppose we go about this plan of yours?" Selina asked calmly. "You said take out the big gun first, right? How do we lure him out?"

"We'll need to take some time to figure that out. In the meantime, we can focus on another task."

"Like what?"

"Don't you want to make the sons of bitches pay for all that they did to you? Your body may not show the scars, but emotional ones don't usually fade."

"This again?" Selina groaned. "Look, I want to kill the sons of bitches who tortured me. Believe me, I want them to suffer just as I did. But overthrowing the king, that's not on my agenda. I'm not seeking power. I'm not a leader, I follow. I follow orders, but I'm not a soldier."

"So you're a slave."

"Don't put words in my mouth, Winchester. I'm nobody's slave. I belong to nobody."

Dean's eyes reverted back to their apple-green. "Don't make that a challenge."

"Let me say it louder for you: I'm not yours or anybody's. Got that?"

"I mean, I'm normally not one to be possessive, but until this runs its course, you're mine. And from where I've been standing, you don't seem to mind it too much."

Yeah, I don't seem to mind it so much, because you're a good fuck. Selina knew he'd love to hear that out of her mouth, and a few other things too. "You don't own me, Winchester. Let's get that straight."

"Really? Because the way I see it, I spared your life. I have the power to take it away fairly easily." Dean pressed the jagged blade gently against Selina's neck. "So, what was that you were saying about ownership?"

Selina's nostrils flared. She knew if she didn't bite her tongue, Dean could most certainly kill her. Sure, they had some wild nights, but he could just as easily find someone else to fuck. Selina was expendable in that sense, she knew. "You're a bastard."

"Tell me something I don't know."

"This is a little bit of a turn on. Not the threatening, the uh, pinning me down bit." Acting on impulse, maneuvering so she didn't get bit with the knife, Selina kissed him. He kept the knife near her, only for it to get tossed away.

The two demons never even made it to the bed.

"I might have an idea," said Dean, as he held Selina's naked form against the wall. Both were covered in sweat, Selina covered in little bites.

"Do tell." Selina felt Dean's arms begin to shake. She wiggled, and he allowed her down off against the wall. Kicking clothes in her wake, Selina plopped herself on the springy bed.

"My brother and I have had a...complicated relationship with Crowley—he's the King of Hell. It's hard to say where he and Sam are on their terms, but he's not fond of me right now. If we stomp on his home turf, he may reach out to Sam and Cas as backup."

"But isn't that kind of pointless? He has his followers to try and kill us, why ask your brother and the pet angel?"

"Crowley can be the most desperate son of a bitch at times. The one thing he refuses to risk is his kingdom falling out of his hands into someone else's. He hates losing power. He'll recruit anyone possible to ensure that doesn't happen."

"And you know this for a fact? This isn't some out-there hunch you just whipped up?"

"It may be. But hey, there's only way one to really find out, isn't there?"

Selina swallowed. "I suppose there is."

"Don't tell me you're already getting cold feet." Dean kneeled in front of her. Her mind went to the nastiest corners. She could think of a different thing his mouth and tongue could be doing right now instead of talking.

"You weren't made a demon in Hell, Dean. You don't know—"

"Don't throw that shit at me. I've suffered in there. Yeah, I didn't come out as a black-eyed bitch, but I certainly know what it's like to do time."

This was a first to Selina's ears. She saw how troubled Dean looked, how...haunted. Like how she felt at times when thinking about Hell or hearing it mentioned. He's tainted, only not for the same reasons as I am.

"The only way to help you get over it is if you dive in head-first," Dean commented.

"What happens if we succeed? What if the King falls, and we succeed in killing the angel and your brother?"

"We'll figure that out when we get to that point. It looks like you got something different on your mind."

"Considering how we're positioned, I can think of quite a few different things."

Dean wriggled his body between her legs, his hands running along her thighs. "Want to share with the class?"

**Y'know, the more I edit this...the more I realize I've made my first potentially toxic ship with Delina. 

Think about it: he by no means abuses her, but he does threaten her life quite a bit.

Oh, and, a grand finale is on its way. This book is about to set off more fireworks than the fourth of July. You'll see very soon.**