Being a succubus. A demon that had fun with men in their damn sleep when they dreamt. Of course, it had perks. You had a good time, and they also did too. At least… until you eventually killed them.

You had new victims each night, normally going after ones that have cheated in the past with previous partners or have sinned. One of those stuck out to you. Dean Winchester. A damn hunter. God this was going to be fun.

Dean sighed as he collapsed against the motel bed. Ready for a good well deserved sleep. Sam was already asleep, collapsed on the other bed near to him. Sleep overcome him quickly, his eyelids slowly feeling more and more heavy

Expecting to wake up to some kinda nightmare about hell again, Dean was greeted with a dream. A dream with him laying in his bed, wrists and ankles tied. He cursed under his breath, wondering what the hell this was this time. That’s when he saw you. A damn succubus. However, he didn’t really know that just yet. He just knew he was conscious in this dream.

“The hell do you want?”

He grumbled, eyes trained on you. He couldn’t help but think to himself how goddamn stunning you were. Dressed in that way, gorgeous and with those damn wings. You looked like a demon, sure as hell was, but hey… sue Dean. He had never encountered one of these before, how was he meant to know?