oh sammy—— her care for people but more specifically for this one always gets her in trouble. she likes ava and is trying to protect her. adorable, really. also dangerous if they were going to have the poor girl traveling with them. meg looks at her, smirk still in place. she »
is that what he’s writing it down as ﹖he hasn’t gotten any in a while so he is willing to fuck the first thing with a cunt that walks before him ﹖somehow even meg doesn’t think him that classless. dean was picky with his girls. did he get easily distracted by beautiful »
« tongue and his taste, his scent . . . lucifer help her, she could suck this man’s soul through his cock with how willingly eager she’d impale her throat upon it. Because he can only taste even better coming from such potent source. »
something was definitely happening here and it had meg positively intrigued. she did always have a certain curiosity of what it’d be like to sleep with one of the winchesters. samantha or dean . . . or both. and from what she can see and hear, the eldest winchester wouldn’t »
« mind finding out what that would be like either. “oh don’t hurt my feelings like that baby, i like to think i can still catch you by surprise” the demon replies.
meg’s hand grabs his neck gently, pulling him close. “don’t lie, butcher” she hisses softly and licks along his »
unaware, this girl is unaware it what she is. isn’t that just delightful ﹖she can have some fun with that. meg quirks a brow and smirks at the shy action. how utterly delicious. “ah is nothing sugar” she says before releasing the other woman. “now what’s a pretty thing like »
“what i’m hearing is, is that you got me all figured out, huh ﹖you’ve paid so much attention to me, you’ve memorized my mannerism” the demon says with a smirk upon her very plush lips. oh she can tell there is attraction and curiosity. not only because dean fails to conceal »
« it properly but because she’s a demon. she just knows. it doesn’t help him that when she moves closer, he remains upon his spot. even lets her touch him. “oh dean, dean” she purrs, scratching beneath his chin, “you like this one” she purrs and laughs softly. “how ironic »
the demon grips ava’s biceps when she bumps into her. “watch where you’re going, little lamb. you don’t know what things are out here bumping in the night” she smirks deviously at that. well ain’t this one a cutie pie. what is she doing with the winchesters ﹖
stumbles clumsily into @demonaches while wandering down a hall in the deserted house she and the Winchester brothers are currently occupying.
“You recognize me, why I’m touched” the demon says with a brow quirk and a smirk. “Should I be flattered that I stand out to you ?” He doesn’t even look too displeased to see her. Would you look at that. Meg steps closer, demons have no sense of personal space. +



