The Timelord and The Demon (P)

The Demon was still in what an outsider could call his 'rebellious stage'.
Unfortunately, demons never seemed to grow out of their rebellious stages, and He was not an exception.
He was out, doing something. Well, first, He'd went and gotten that timelord guy the second He'd tracked him down, knocked him out and dragged him into the basement of an abandoned apartment building. No, He had not forgotten to tie him up.
Not that He was going to keep the British dude like that for long, though.

The plan was to get him to go darkside, which seemed easy enough. This guy was legendary - it would basically mean that He and Crowley were going to win whatever they were fighting with the 'good guys' over.
Timelords did not die easily, the Demon recalled.

Dean was not a patient man, so He quickly finished the job He had begun, stabbing the woman who'd been all over Him earlier and watching as she dropped, kicking her out of the way as He exited the bar. Nice.
As He left, He turned to look upon what He had made, and He thought it very, very good.
And now it was time to go look at His other project.

Thankfully for our impatient villain, He could teleport.
Nice.
And it was in the blink of an eye that He returned to the place where He'd put his greatest asset. "Hola." He greeted, flashing His most charming smile at the Doctor, as well as His black eyes. "What brings you 'round these parts?"

"Oh, yes," He paused, blinking the black out of His eyes. "These? They're real pretty, huh? I'm a demon." Dean corrected, staying where He was. He didn't do with the whole 'slow intimidation' thing. Plus, stepping slowly toward his victim to corner them looked stupid, and it would make the alien dude think He was going to hurt them.
He wasn't going to hurt him, He was going to get him to hurt other people.
Eventually.

Y'see, in hell, souls got tortured in the hopes that, eventually, they would become demons.
This method would not work for our impatient villain, because, one - forty years in hell had not made him into a demon and two - the timelord guy did not die easily, but he didn't have infinite lives, either.

So, Dean was going to try the 'boiling water' method, where, in this case, the Doctor was the frog that He was going to drop into boiling water. Well, not boiling, but you get the idea.
He didn't think that it could go wrong.

He'd seen plenty of people go bad because they got with the wrong people.
Unfortunately for the Doctor, demons were very bad company.

Only a side-effect of being from hell.

"Okay, look, Poncho." Dean sighed, looking unamused at the terrified-looking Doctor. "I'm not gonna torture you or anything."

(Which Doctor is this?)

Dean shrugged nonchalantly, as if He hadn't gone through the trouble of knocking the poor guy out and dragging him into the basement of an old building.
This, of course, was a part of His tactic.

"Let's be pals." He replied gruffly, crossing his arms casually. "I mean, there comes a time in every demon's life when everyone he used to know is out to get him.. You know that feeling, huh? I wanna make a Deal. I watch your back and you watch mine."

Hell no, Dean didn't want the guy's soul. Did he even have a soul? Probably. Did He care? Naw. Dean wanted to make a deal that the timelord wouldn't be able to go back on. He hoped he wasn't smart enough to realize that this deal would mean more than just killing the other's enemy once or twice.
No, this would be more permanent.

Come to think of it, Dean really was looking for a sidekick. One, it would be kind of funny and two, he would be a very valuable advantage. He knew that his brother and Castiel would be looking for a fight against Crowley or hell or whatever sometime soon, and it would be good to have another teammate to help kick their sorry asses.

Of course, He wasn't going to tell the Doctor about this.

Dean watched amusedly. The Doctor obviously had no idea what he was getting himself into. "Well, that's settled." He tilted His head slightly. Like that angel. He didn't want to think about him. No, that would have to wait for another time.
"Get over here." He sighed. "I'm not gonna have some random guy hobbling around behind me."

Dean raised His eyebrows, huffing out a laugh. Jesus, this guy was passionate. And poetic. Dean would have to get that out of him somehow. "Alright, Poncho." He chuckled. "I'm Dean. But people seem to like to call me 'Asshole' better."
He figured He'd try for humor.

The smirk on His face would be permanent. He just couldn't get over how hilariously stupid 'the Doctor' was. Dean was sure that he would not, in fact, be able to destroy him. He was powerful, but not powerful enough to kill a Knight.

Dean set to work on untying the Doctor, or whatever his name was. He wasn't going to call him that, He'd already decided. It was stupid.

"Oh, honey." Dean let out a full-bodied laugh this time. "You don't shake on a Deal, not with a demon." He wasn't a crossroads demon, not by a long-shot - but He didn't mind getting a little down and dirty if it meant having something like a timelord on His side.
"But you do gotta seal the deal." He waggled His eyebrows.

No, Dean wasn't as powerful as Lilith. It wouldn't take sex to make everything official, but it would take a kiss. Plus, He didn't really like the Doctor enough to have sex with him, and He knew that's not how it worked, but this dude was way too English and way too skinny. No thanks.

Plus, Dean thought the guy probably wanted Him to buy him dinner first. He didn't do that. Maybe, when he wasn't a black-eyed little shit, but not now.

Dean huffed out a laugh at the look on the Doctor's face. "Oh, don't look at me like that." He fake-pouted for a moment, sticking His hands in His pockets. He teetered on his feet.
"All it takes is a little kiss, that's all." He shrugged, smirking over at him.
The demon took a little step forwards, inclined his head slightly.

"I just hope you don't have bad breath." He said, sincerely, laughing at himself a little. Classic Dean, oh, you funny man. He waited for the inevitable response - 'ew!! no. i am not kissing u u little prick' He could practically hear the accent.

On the other hand, there was a chance that the Doctor would think nothing of it. It was just a Deal after all, wasn't it? Yes, that's what it was. Dean chuckled again.

After the kiss was over and done with, Dean leaned back tilting his head. It hadn't been bad, He could give him that. His breath wasn't as bad as He'd expected, either. Maybe this guy wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Oh, that just makes me feel all tingly inside." Dean's smirk became predatory. How sweet. What a romantic. He was going to have a fun time breaking this one.

"Well, now that that's done, we should get going." He suggested, standing up all the way and taking his hands out of his pockets. He looked down at the Doctor. Was everyone in his race this short?

(hahaha)

"Well, you see. There's this guy I work for. Well, ha, 'work'," Dean air-quoted, "And there's this other guy who hates him 'cause he's important, and I've gotta kill him 'cause my 'employer'," He air-quoted again, "is afraid that he wants him dead. So, basically, we're going and you're going to help me."

"Well, I'm not exactly sure what would happen, but you'd probably be condemned to hell or something. That deal we just sealed was very permanent, Poncho." Dean shrugged, leading the Doctor up the stairs and out of the building, to His car. The Impala.
Y'know, He used to call her his 'Baby', but when he became a demon, He realized that it was just a damn car. Like, yeah, it was good for transportation, but it wasn't any different than any other car.

He didn't really care about it that much, and so He'd let it go to shit. There was a lot of trash in there. Don't blame Dean. He just really likes burgers... like that angel. Don't remind Him.