A/N: So, I had the day off and wrote this one:) Please tell me what you think.
The bed thrashed rhythmically into the wall with Dean's every single hard thrust as he kept pounding into the woman beneath him. He groaned when she started to raise her hips frantically, forcing him to speed up. Damn, he was so close, but he tried his best to hold back his release.
"Dean, fuck...so close." Jane moaned, her breathing was ragged. She let out a cry and Dean felt her walls clench around him when she reached her climax. He gritted his teeth, never stopping his movements. Jane dug her dark red painted nails into his smooth strong back, scratching down and leaving marks in the color of her nail polish.
And that was his undoing. Dean let go, coming hard and bit down on her shoulder, not caring that he would leave a bruise. He rolled over and took exactly three deep breaths before he sat up and reached for his jeans.
"What are you doing?" Jane asked, watching him get dressed.
"Gotta go, sweetheart." He simply stated without looking at her.
She rolled her eyes. "Nice answer."
"I know." Dean smirked, looking over at her. He took in the sight of her naked body between the silk white sheets and the way she looked after the sex they just had. God, he wanted to stay so bad and fuck her a few more times.
"The exhibition is tonight and you're on the guest list, too. Don't you think your husband will get a little suspicious if you don't show up, Mrs Baker?" Dean teased and watched how she narrowed her eyes at him. He knew he had struck a nerve, but he couldn't help it. She hated it when he reminded her of the fact that she was married but he loved it to remind her at every opportunity.
Their affair had started a couple of months ago and Dean had made it clear that it was what it was, just an affair. He loved the fact that he was fucking another man's wife without that man knowing. He grinned as he thought about how he saw Jason Baker almost on a daily basis and he had no clue that his wife was sleeping around.
Jane saw Dean's expression and got up with a huff, putting her morning robe on.
"I'll be there, don't worry. But it sucks, why can't we just stay here?" She asked with a seductive smile. She stepped closer to him and ran her hands slowly up and down his now covered chest. "You know, I'll let you do anything you want to me." She whispered and leaned up to press a kiss on his lips.
Dean grabbed her hands and stepped back, growing annoyed with her. "We've already been three times together this week, that has to be enough! You know my schedule, unlike you I have a job and freakin' responsibilities." He barked at her and she crossed her arms over her chest.
"I'm all alone in this huge house day after day and I'm bored! You come and go as you please!" She yelled back at him.
Dean raised his eyebrows, looking at her stunned. "I'm not your fucking husband. You can complain to him all you want. I'm only here for sex and you know that, Mrs Baker." He said calmly, staring down at her.
A smile appeared on Jane's face again. "But the exhibition is not that big of a deal. Come on, let's risk it. They won't miss us there."
Dean's eyes turned ice cold within seconds. When he spoke the next words his voice was dangerously calm. "You know why people can't keep secrets? Because people take risks. They let their guard down when they think it's safe. Well, let me tell you one thing, it's never safe. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about."
Without another word Dean walked through the bedroom door and left the house. Jane wrapped her arms around herself, suppressing a chill. For a minute Dean had really scared her. She realized, she didn't know him at all.
The huge exhibition room was full with people talking and walking around, admiring the beautiful paintings. Dean watched them in disgust from a corner of the room, glass of whisky with soda in hand. He hated that rich rat pack of people, even though he was one of them. Those highly important business men in their expensive suits with their spoiled wives in designer dresses really pissed him off.
Nevertheless he had come that evening to this exhibition because of Sam and his wife. Sam's wife was an uprising painter and this event was another mile stone in her career. He loved Sam and his wife more than anything, they were his only family after all and it was important to him to support them.
There was also another reason for him being there tonight. He had an appointment with his client. Jason Baker had prefered to talk out the details at this party, he hoped the public place would give them some privacy.
Dean didn't mind at all. What he did was a secret. He did have a normal regular job and he earned enough money, hell he couldn't complain at all. But this was different. He didn't do it because of the money. He simply needed it. It was like a high to him.
Dean was an assassin. He killed people for money. He didn't feel bad about it, in fact he tried not to think about it too often.
He spotted the man who held the next job for him and made his way slowly through the crowd of people. When he had reached the tall dark haired man, he motioned for him to follow. This job was special. Dean couldn't remember the last time he had been so excited about a job. He couldn't believe Jane's husband had hired him to kill someone.
He smiled a devilish smile and stepped out onto the balcony, turning around to face his client. He noticed how nervous he looked, beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. It was risky to hire an assassin to murder someone after all. Dean wasn't the only one who was playing with fire.
"You sure you want to go through with this, Mr Baker?" Dean asked the man, putting a sympathetic expression on.
"Yes... I'm sure. I have to save my business."
"Okay then, tell me what your problem is." Dean answered, suppressing a sigh.
"You ever heard of Silverberg Inc.?" He asked and Dean raised his eyebrows. "You mean the publishing company?"
"Yeah." Mr Baker laughed nervously. "They want to buy up my own publishing house, because it hasn't been very successful. They are going to ruin me, I've worked my entire life to be where I am now!"
"Hey, calm down. Everything's going to be fine. I'm here to help." Dean said softly, putting a hand on the man's shoulder for comfort. "I assume I'm supposed to get rid of the owner, so they won't buy up your publishing company?"
Mr Baker started to nod frantically. "Yeah." He took a handkerchief out of his pocket to dry his forehead.
"It would be for the best if she was dead." He whispered and Dean's eyes widened slightly. He tried to suppress the panic that was about to build in his body.
"She? The owner is a woman?" He asked, his voice never showing his insecurity. He had never killed a woman. Usually, he was hired to eliminate cheating husbands or nasty businessmen. They were always male. He wasn't sure how he felt about killing a woman but he quickly put on a smile, forcing himself to stop thinking about it.
"Give me the information." He instructed and watched how Baker started to fumble nervously through his jacket, taking out a white envelope. Dean took it from him and opened it. Inside was a picture of a beautiful young woman with brown curly hair and light green eyes.
Dean whistled, looking at the picture. "Wow, now that one's a real beauty. "
"Her name's Beverly Hayden." Jason informed and Dean frowned at the name. Why did it sound so familiar?
"Such a shame I have to kill her. But hey, I can have some fun with her first, right?" Dean looked at Jason Baker, who seemed to be angry.
"I have the feeling you're not taking this very seriously, Mr Winchester. I'm thirty-three years old and I can't afford to lose my business. My wife would leave me!" He exclaimed.
Dean huffed. "What a surprise." He said sarcastically, thinking about Jane.
"It's not like that. My wife loves me. But you know her Mr Winchester, she likes to live in luxury."
"Of course, I understand. You gotta please them women in every department, am I right?" He winked at him. "Well, we're partners now, why so formal? Call me Dean." He added, taking out a packet of cigarettes. He offered Baker one but he shook his head. Dean shrugged his shoulders and lit one for himself, taking a drag and inhaling deeply.
"Give me three weeks." He announced after a couple of minutes.
Jason Baker's mouth gaped open. "Seriously? But all the other... people I've talked to said it would take months to eliminate a person." He whispered.
A lopsided smile appeared on Dean's face. "Oh, please. They're amateurs and they don't have my charms. Give me three weeks. I promise you this girl will be dead by then."
"Where the hell is he? He promised to come." Sam said annoyed, looking around the hall for his brother.
Lauren, his wife, smiled at him. "I'm sure he's just late like always. He'll show up. He's never broken a promise."
"Yeah, you're right." Sam said, more calm now. It was true, his brother always kept his word.
"Oh, there he is!" Lauren exclaimed, pointing to the glass door of the balcony. Sam looked in the direction she was pointing at and spotted Dean walk casually towards them, smiling brightly.
"Hey guys, I'm sorry. I had to talk business with Jason Baker." He explained.
Sam frowned at that. "What kind of business?"
"Oh, you know, he wants to buy a car." Dean responded. It wasn't even a real lie because Baker bought all his cars from him. Dean was the local car dealer for expensive sports cars.
"So, Lauren, I'm not that into art but I gotta say, your paintings are really nice. And I'm not saying that 'cause you're my sister-in-law." Dean quickly changed the subject.
Lauren smiled at him. "Aww, thanks Dean, that was really sweet." She said, putting a hand over her heart.
"You like your party so far?" He asked, looking around.
"Yeah, but I'm still missing one important person."
"Oh yeah? Whom?" Dean asked and grabbed a glass of whisky from a waiter.
"Beverly Hayden, my friend from college." Lauren said and Dean almost choked on his drink.
"What?" He yelled, his eyes widened. Sam and Lauren looked at him surprised. "I mean, you're still in contact with a friend from college, that's weird." He tried to cover his slip up.
Lauren let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, well, I haven't seen her in a while. She's back in town for business and we met up. And she'd promised to come since this is what I have worked for all my life."
Now it all made sense. Lauren constantly used to talk about a college friend and Dean was sure she had mentioned her name a couple of times. That's why it sounded so familiar. Beverly Hayden was his sister-in-law's friend. And he had to kill her. Shit. Dean took a few deep breaths and another sip of his drink, calming himself down. He tried to tell himself that everything was fine.
"I have to make a round." Lauren announced and leaned up to give Sam a kiss. "Behave." She warned playfully and he smiled at her, watching her disappear in the crowd. When she wasn't in sight anymore his smile quickly faded and he turned to Dean in anger. "What the hell, man? Are you drunk or something?" He asked.
"No, I'm not." Dean replied confused. "I just hate those parties."
Sam sighed. "I understand. I'm not a big fan, either. Thank God it's only a couple hours."
Dean didn't respond, feeling guilt build in the pit of his stomach. He felt bad for keeping secrets from Sam, but he couldn't tell him the truth. Sam thought Dean had given up his little activity. A long time ago, before Sam turned into a family man, they used to do it together. But then he had met Lauren and she had convinced them to give it up. But they both didn't know that Dean had somehow slipped back in, like an addict couldn't let go of the drugs.
"Hey, you're finally here!" Lauren exclaimed when Beverly Hayden walked through the door into the exhibition room.
"Sorry, traffic was a bitch." She replied and hugged her. "Well, at least you've made it."
"Yeah, I'm so proud of you Lauren, this one is even bigger than your last exhibition." Bev said, looking around the room.
"I know! I still can't believe it!" Lauren said, beaming with joy. "I couldn't have done it without Sam. He supported me and always believed in me."
Bev heard the love in Lauren's voice and smiled at that. "Where is he, by the way?" She asked.
"He's back over there, hiding in some corner." Lauren said, making Beverly laugh. "Come on, there's also someone I would like you to meet." Lauren took her friend by the arm and guided her to the corner where Beverly could see two tall men waiting.
Dean watched Lauren and a woman heading towards them and as they came closer, he identified the other woman as Beverly Hayden. He gulped and felt his hands starting to get sweaty. He wasn't ready for this. He didn't expect to meet his next victim so soon. This was too easy.
"Hey, Bev. Good to see you." Sam greeted and leaned down to give her a hug.
"Yeah, you too." She replied before focusing her gaze on Dean. Her breath hitched in her throat and she blushed a little.
Dean looked her up and down, taking in her appearance. The photo did not lie. She was hot, even hotter in person. And he had to kill her.
Lauren smiled, seeing the looks they exchanged. "Dean this is my friend from college, Beverly Hayden and Bev, this is Dean Winchester, Sam's brother." Lauren introduced.
Bev smiled at him and extended her hand. "It's nice to meet you."
Dean snapped out of his daze, hearing her voice and took her hand, shaking it. "Nice to meet you, too."
He sighed inwardly. Lauren had handed her friend to her killer on a silver platter without even knowing it.