Demon!Dean for notsabrina
[Set after this phonecall.]
Dean was getting twitchy and antsy again. It had been a few hours since he was at Ashley's place and he could feel the hunger coming back to him. He didn't enjoy the feeling. It felt like pins and needles all over him and coursing though this veins. And of course, blood was the only thing that could make it go away. If Tori weren't so sick, he'd ask her. All that took was a bit of pleading and she'd cave to him, but seeing that she was sick...
Option two was call someone else he knows and go pay them a little "visit." Marla seemed to be a good choice as he scrolled down his contact list in his phone. They met when he worked a case in her town once, and she lended a hand. If Dean eren't the way he was, he would've offered to teach her the ways of a Hunter. Exposure wasn't an option though. She didn't answer when he tried caling, but he remembered well enough where she lived. He'd just be under the gun to get there before Sam caught up to him...