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Sure! ^^

Dean Sit's in the school Staff rooms, it's four pm, and he's about to leave.

Dean yawns loadly " Christin?" A pinch of suprise on his tounge. " What esxactly would you like to know, Lad." His thick British accent escapes on his voice, as he he flickers a smile at Christin.

Dean: "Well lad." He begins, putting his glasses on. " It depends on the Field magnitude, however yes! usually it's spherical." He smiles again.

Dean: "Should you be traveling alone so late?" He asks, following Christin- tapping his shoulder.

Dean shakes his head. " Lad, it's dangerous out there, even for me. I'll best walk with you." He adjusts the strap to his satchel.

He sighs fumbling for his car keys. Slow'y, he paced out of the school and up to his car. As he turned on the radio, he started to drive off.

Dean reached into the glove box for his phone. It had begun to vibrate. He'd pulled the car over next to an allyway as he took the call.

Dean: Akira?

Akira: Dean! How are things?

Dean: It's getting on, I'm driving home from work... and you pull me over just to ask if I was okay?!

Akira: Well no... Just thought you'd like a few drinks or- maybe

Dean: Who did you hurt? and where is my son Akira?

Akira: Q^Q sh-shiro? Oh yeah- I'm dropping him off at yours as we speak. Where are you?

Dean: You're my ex, you don't need to know. Stay there ti'll I get back.

Akira: I've got to get back to the station, hurry up.

The phone hangs up. And Dean was just about to get back into the car when he though he could here something going on near by.

Soft mumbles burried within the wind alonb with the alight sound of knocking and growling. Dean licked his lips, tasting the air.He spoke, A slight demonic rumble in his tone. " Smells like lust."

He could feel the anger build inside him. Looking down into the allyway to whitness what he could only describe as r^pe. A low, loud rumble tore through his throat. Making himself known.

Dean chuckled, " I've been called worse. I don't care what you say- I'm here for whatever you sewer tramps have got your filthy paws on. It looks delicate."
A morbid smile stretches along his face as he speaks.

" Atleast I can pull out." He laughs, lowering his head as he hides his brush off. " And guess what? I'm not leaving! "

Dean takes the punch head on and gets knocked backwards. He stumbles onto the car door and fumbles around the glove box for something. " Awww." He scoffs, " You're only going to fight me? Thought you'd be more interesting than that." He tucks a sleek whip into the back of his clothing, trying to pull himself up from under the steering wheel. He progresses forward slowly, the side of his face cut slightly by the punch.

( Dean can be evil nun )

Christin! xD ))

Dean's chest rises " Get your fillfy paws off of me." He drives his knee into the mans Elbow "Not gonna get much out of just punching and kicking me. You need to try harder!" Blood runs down the side of his face- His cloths bexo,ing muffled. His collar starts to come undone within the melee

( Oh NUUU xD )

Dean, Bleeding and in some pain, Rolled onto his upper torso- Positioning his legs to kick back the male. He through himself up onto his feet and with drew the whip from his pocket. Cracking it on the ground once, he lashed it forward to dive back into the allyway. He stood directly above Christin, Breathing heavilly and almost panting. He shot a glare for the man down by Christins feet, And went to stand behind him. " You're doing it wrong." Dean snapped, About to coil the whip around the man's neck.

( F- CHRISTIN!!! DEEEEEEETENTION! xDDDD )

Dean rolled his eye's. " So, this is your Idea of going home lad?" His tounge flickered between his teeth. His voice had a slight demonic wring to it. Thw whip was tossed to one side as he offerd a hand out to Christin. " Cruel world huh?"

( Hehehe not as cruel as some people Dean! x3 You b^stard )

An ural smirk apeared on Deans face. " And what reasons do you have for me to Untie you? so you can just scamper off on one and get into trouble again? Cuz I meerly don't think so." He moves his hands down to Christins waist to pick him up, and sling him over his shoulders. " There we go, safe and sound. Where to first? The police station? The Hospital? My house- I've got to go to my house, Poor little Shiro must be starving. Not to mention the jacl butt that came with him. Agghh yess." He was blocking out any means of speaking.

( XDDDD there it is. )

"You're such a dafft child!" He used th whip to tie his feet. "I'm tryna help you- If I didn't do that- I'd getnfired" He picks his stuff up, slimging both him and the bag into the back seat. He shuts the door and clambers ingo the front seat. " J^sus.." He spits, Feeling the blood gush from his leg. He'd pulled a tendon. The child locks lock on the doors.

( Daannng, he wants him! x3 )

"Well alright then, How about we go to the church?." His voice lisped at the word. " Ever tried Cambrion's? They're half human. They'll do" He shifts the car into gear and starts driving.

( He's a cambrion xD )

Dean smile's " You're right it is hot in here!" He pulls the side of his collar." I think you mean a diffrent type of hot though don't ya?" His stare becomes pendant as he looks back at Christin through the mirror. " So no."
( Ooo xDD )

Dean chuckles, "Right now!" As he pulls the car up next to a large house. A man and a small child cross the street and move infront of the car.

Akira shakes off his coat, harbouring a glorious commisioners badge. While the little male child hugged his scarf closely."I gotta leave Dean" Akira said in a flat tone.

"Fine, no coming back then;" Dezn responded taking the child from his hands. Akira shot a look for the car before he walked away.

Dean sighed, opwning the car door.
( I-It's fine QuQ... I'll get over it...... maybe... )

Shiro, The little boy, points towards the cat, who began running away. Dean shook his head " He'll be back, I don't care... I'm tired anyway. Come on, off to bed."

Half an hour later. Dean had begun to strip for bed. He clambered in between the sheets with just his pants on.
( Incubuses have smex with sleeping people, If you're getting my hint.... eue lol

It's okay -hugs- Just roleplaying with ya is keeping me happy.))

It wasnt long before Dean rell into slumber. He was a soft sleeper.

Deans body shivered and pulsed. He sighed shakilly as he was shot into a dream. He couldn't move.

Dean couldn't believe his eye's. Akira? here again? and they loved eachother once more. The sight of that naughty Angel he once loved had fogged his mind. The ties were tight, he spoke nothing only to rise his chest at the feeling oncoming agony and pleasure.

Dean's body shivers more, his feet move along the dampened covers. A warm sensation shoots up his spine. He's paralised, refuses to speak., it's been so long- to long. But when did he confess? Was he drunk? All he could remember, was that they'd been divorced for four years now. And they were back? Dean didn't know how to feel- his sweet voice once again filling his ears. He'd missed him. What a cruel trick. Dean locked his lips with Akira, shuddering and muttering as his tounge went around his mouth.

He missed his sympathy, although after devotcing, Akira always seemed to show care for him. "Shiro's crying" he thought, hearing the sounds of a child crying. Though the wails were drowned by the burst of mutters, grunts and moans from Dean as Akira rubbed faster. Sweat built up over his intire body, his hair had become wet and parted. Be arched his back further burrying his face within the curtians above his head.

Deans heavy breaths filled the room. Ruhming escaping each rasp. He closed his eye's as he started gasping for air. This wasn't right- He shouldn't be so moved by this, he was use to it. Why was it effecting him?

Outside of the Dream, Dean's son- Shiro - Waddled in, he wore a long blue house coat, hair fluffed and long like Dean's. His eye's shone a fantastic Firey yellow in the dark. He teared up to see the sight of his dad, Tossing and turning on the bed. Like as if something was attacking him. " DADDY DADDY MONSTER!!" he cried out, Stumbling backwards, clutching hold of his teddy bear sweetly.

Dean burst to life, his eyes flonging open as he gasps-His intire body risinh from the bed. A devilish side had started to show, His tail stabbed out as he threw a punch for the cemon on his chest, yet couldn't land it. Shiro fell backwards in suprise, and whimpered softly.

"That wasn't dunny child" He hissed in a low tone. He fell forward, panting- sweating. He roared, pinning Christin to the bed. his nostrills flared, Baring a set of fangs at Christin.

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!" He snapped, his tight hardening on Christin's hands. The bottom half of his body dripped with fluid, sticky and shiney in the light." I was joking about what I said earlier." He was still breathing heavilly. " But don't ever use someone I still love. Child ever."

Sure))

Dean fixed his eye's onto Christin and dropped the grip on his hands. He embrassed his body, Leaning over as to hide what was going on further downwards. " You might be an incubus kid-" he begsn, " But you're place will never change. You're just a kid- You've still got to learn. And I guess I forgive you for that."

Dean chuckled. " Then why not finished what you started? " He turned to sit on the bed. " You look weak, and pale for a demon. You was useing me as a host- Might as well finish me off. As an apology for earlier. Or an Exeptance of apology."

*I'm doing this... with a student... what's wrong with me?* He thought." I don't mind, just let no ruhmors pass around thw school. Alright?" He quickly went to put Shiro to bed again and came back. "Who's ontop? I honestly don't care."

Dean laughs softly. "That's the first time I've ever heard that."
He sits there for a moment, Biting his lip. Then goes to Crawl above Christin, pressing him back down onto the bed. He examimed him cautiously then leaned down Directly for his neck. Kissing and then slowly injecting his teeth into his tissue. He latches on, then lowers the rest of his body onto Christin, taking off each left ovef scrap of cloth on both of there bodies. He was unsure- To be gentle, Though he couldn't speak now, Loosing his focus after unlatching would cause him to turn.

Then at his words his grip got tighter. He dragged his black painted nails down Christins body, down to "it" he grasps it, lifting it up and rubs it's underneath as he push in.

Omg I'm sooo sorry D= I've lost my glasses, AnA that's why... Agghhhhjhhhh))

With those words, Dean latches on tighter- Thrusting deeper inside.
( Basically what I said lol )

Dean bit deeper into his neck, pushing further and further in, going rougher.

Dean was disgusted with himself. What was going to happen after this? Would the boy keep quiet? Would he get punished? Vinceiria seemed the Liyable answer- and person to turn to, though he knew he'd just get used as another guinie pig. " Untill he does." he thought- pushing deeply. " mhhhnngh"