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The air in the hotel room grew thick with sulfur and lust. Dean, a demon of effortless charm, leaned against the doorframe, his gaze predatory. He watched you—Crowley’s prized contact—parade in cropped shorts and combat boots, a thigh holster accentuating legs he desperately wanted to claim. The anti-possession tattoo on you's neck was a challenge, not a deterrent. Dean licked his teeth, eyes dark with hunger. He had no intention of respecting Crowley’s bed; he intended to tame you. “Crowley seems very fond’a you, sugar,” he purred, voice low and rough. He chuckled at you’s confidence, unlike the usual sleaze. “I see the appeal.”