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You followed your cousin's Sam and Dean into the old raggedy motel. It had been a while since you all had a decent hunt, so Dean suggested you get drunk. Little did you know he was very persuasive, because you and Sam both had a buzz.

"Damn." Dean's words were slurred as he fell on his bed, passed out.

"Its been a while since I'v had a buzz." Sam groaned in a happy way, laying on the bed next to Dean's. It was true, Sam never got drunk.
He mumbled something before he started dozing, and you laughed as he started drooling on himself.

"Wow. You two are lookin good." You heard a female voice purr.

You whirled around an came face to face with a girl. She looked around your age, and had long, curly dark brown hair and the most breathtaking smile.

She started to smirk as your breath hitched in your throat.

"Well" She purred, her smirk never fading the slightest as she circled you. You involuntary puffed out your chest."Who is this?"

Dean had apparently woken up and was fully sober, because he was instantly by your side. "His/Her name's (Y/N), Meg."

"Well hello to you too." Meg laughed. "Anyway, I need some shelter from some hell-hounds. They should be here any minute, so.. you either help me out, or we're all the puppies chew toys."

"Bitch!" Sam had sobered and was infuriated.

"It looks like we have no choice." Dean grumbled as he went into the kitchen, getting ready to salt the place. His loyal brother followed, leaving you and Meg alone in the dirty motel room.

You looked back at Meg, who was sitting on your bed, her perfect legs crossed.

When she saw you staring, her lips turned up into a smile. She stood up and approached you. "Your one good looking hunter, (Y/N). Not toughened out by the world yet. Still so young and pure."

You blushed. "T-thank you."

"Well that's nice." She smirked, looking you over. " How do you and my boys know each other?"

"We're cousins." You frowned, not liking the way she was referring to the brothers.

"Well, if you didn't know by now I'm a demon. My names Meg, if you didn't catch it."

You tensed as she mentioned the word 'demon'.

"Do you think Sam and Dean can manage a couple of Hell-Hounds?" She asked, batting her eyelashes.

"Yeah. Probably. Definitely." It was true, Sam and Dean could handle anything. And plus, she was making you bothered and hot.

"Lemme tell you something." She looked around and when she was sure Sam and Dean weren't around she turned back to you. "There's no Hell-Hounds. I heard from a few demons there was a new pretty girl/boy, so I came to see. So, What do you say, wanna ditch these geniuses?"

"Yes." You stutter again.

She winked, and suddenly you were in a nicer hotel. It quite, with no loud hunters.

You couldn't take it anymore and pushed Meg onto the nearest surface, which was the kitchen counter. She wrapped her legs around your hips and she took her shirt off, throwing it behind you.

She took your hands and put them on her hips. She put her lips on yours, and a shock went through you. You breathed heavily through the kiss as you unbuttoned your black pants,and they fell around your ankles. You kissed her cold neck, taking your matching black tee-off.

Meg moaned as you moved your scene into the living room, and you both fell on the couch.

She quickly took her pants off, and you gasped. She was perfect in every way.

And in that cold yet steamy night, you engulfed her.

Description
You followed your cousin's Sam and Dean into the old raggedy motel. It had been a while since you all had a decent hunt, so Dean suggested you get drunk. Little did you know he was very persuasive, because you and Sam both had a buzz.

"Damn." Dean's words were slurred as he fell on his bed, passed out.

"Its been a while since I'v had a buzz." Sam groaned in a happy way, laying on the bed next to Dean's. It was true, Sam never got drunk.
He mumbled something before he started dozing, and you laughed as he started drooling on himself.

"Wow. You two are lookin good." You heard a female voice purr.

You whirled around an came face to face with a girl. She looked around your age, and had long, curly dark brown hair and the most breathtaking smile.

She started to smirk as your breath hitched in your throat.

"Well" She purred, her smirk never fading the slightest as she circled you. You involuntary puffed out your chest."Who is this?"

Dean had apparently woken up and was fully sober, because he was instantly by your side. "His/Her name's (Y/N), Meg."

"Well hello to you too." Meg laughed. "Anyway, I need some shelter from some hell-hounds. They should be here any minute, so.. you either help me out, or we're all the puppies chew toys."

"Bitch!" Sam had sobered and was infuriated.

"It looks like we have no choice." Dean grumbled as he went into the kitchen, getting ready to salt the place. His loyal brother followed, leaving you and Meg alone in the dirty motel room.

You looked back at Meg, who was sitting on your bed, her perfect legs crossed.

When she saw you staring, her lips turned up into a smile. She stood up and approached you. "Your one good looking hunter, (Y/N). Not toughened out by the world yet. Still so young and pure."

You blushed. "T-thank you."

"Well that's nice." She smirked, looking you over. " How do you and my boys know each other?"

"We're cousins." You frowned, not liking the way she was referring to the brothers.

"Well, if you didn't know by now I'm a demon. My names Meg, if you didn't catch it."

You tensed as she mentioned the word 'demon'.

"Do you think Sam and Dean can manage a couple of Hell-Hounds?" She asked, batting her eyelashes.

"Yeah. Probably. Definitely." It was true, Sam and Dean could handle anything. And plus, she was making you bothered and hot.

"Lemme tell you something." She looked around and when she was sure Sam and Dean weren't around she turned back to you. "There's no Hell-Hounds. I heard from a few demons there was a new pretty girl/boy, so I came to see. So, What do you say, wanna ditch these geniuses?"

"Yes." You stutter again.

She winked, and suddenly you were in a nicer hotel. It quite, with no loud hunters.

You couldn't take it anymore and pushed Meg onto the nearest surface, which was the kitchen counter. She wrapped her legs around your hips and she took her shirt off, throwing it behind you.

She took your hands and put them on her hips. She put her lips on yours, and a shock went through you. You breathed heavily through the kiss as you unbuttoned your black pants,and they fell around your ankles. You kissed her cold neck, taking your matching black tee-off.

Meg moaned as you moved your scene into the living room, and you both fell on the couch.

She quickly took her pants off, and you gasped. She was perfect in every way.

And in that cold yet steamy night, you engulfed her.