Disclaimer: Wow, I would love it if I owned Supernatural. Sadly, I don't.

Betaed: By the one and only Gina. Without her, I'd be a lost lonely writer with no direction whatsoever. This story's for you!

Summary: A vengeful spirit who kills by kissing it's victims finds a home in Applecreek, Ohio. What happens when it sets it's eyes on Sam?

modrocker423: Hey everybody! Welcome to my first ever Supernatural story. Tah dah! Ok, so it's not that impressive, but it's a start. grins I'm really having a great time writing Deadly Affection and I hope you all have as much fun reading it.

Enjoy!

DEADLY AFFECTION

::Chapter One::

The bitter cold night air bit sharply at Sam's face as he walked through the parking lot of the cheapest motel available in the city of Applecreek in Ohio. The howling wind stung his hazel brown eyes and nipped at his bare cheeks. Sam tightened his grip on the two Styrofoam cups filled to the brim with overpriced bland coffee from Joe's Moe across the street, ignoring the fact that the cups were burning his numb hands. He quickened his pace and arrived at a door with badly peeling white paint and a faded number five written on it. Balancing both cups of coffee in one hand, Sam dug into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out the key before managing to open the door. He entered the small and dingy motel room and relished in its warmth for a few seconds before closing the door behind him.

"Took you long enough. I was about to get together a search and rescue squad," the voice of his older brother, Dean, drawled from his spot on the unkempt bed closest to the door.

"Funny," Sam deadpanned as he walked over to the bed Dean was sprawled out on.

"I thought it was," Dean replied while sitting up and taking the cup of coffee that Sam was holding out for him. He took a grateful sip of the drink and nearly choked as the scorching hot liquid burned his throat. "It's hot," he gasped, grimacing as his now blistered throat pulsed with hot, fiery pain.

"No kiddin'," Sam replied, chuckling as he sat on the corner of the bed across from Dean's before taking a tentative sip of his own coffee. He ignored the fact that the coffee definitely needed more taste and that it burned his throat as he drank it; all he needed was the caffeine.

Sam had barely gotten any sleep the past couple of nights. His freakish nightmare visions had started up again, much to his disdain. However, none of the visions made sense. Sam would only get a small part of a vision and the rest would be blurred. But every night the vision became stronger and more painful; parts of the vision that were blurred the previous night wouldn't be blurred the next. It was as if the vision was a puzzle and each night Sam would receive a new piece. But Sam didn't want the pieces to a vision he knew he wasn't going to like. He didn't want to put together the puzzles of another person's life. So in order to stop the visions from forming together, Sam prevented himself from falling asleep.

"Well, I'm going to go take a shower," Dean announced, setting down his steaming full cup of coffee and abandoning the television show that he was watching.

"Don't take all the hot water," Sam murmured, taking another sip of his coffee. He watched as Dean stopped in the wooden doorway to the bathroom and flashed him his signature smile.

"Oh don't worry, I will," he said in all seriousness.

"I mean it," Sam retorted, glaring daggers at his brother to prove his point.

"So do I," Dean replied, his smile returning before he spun around. He quickly turned back to his little brother and added, "You should consider getting some sleep for once. You look like shit."

"Thanks," Sam responded bitterly.

"I mean it. You look like you've aged ten years these past couple of days. You got the bags under your eyes and that worn out old look and everything," Dean continued. He knew he was pissing Sam off, but that only encouraged him to keep taunting his younger brother.

Sam wanted to yell at his older brother to shut the hell up. He even wanted to throw a punch square in Dean's smirking face. But all of that involved energy...energy he didn't have. So Sam resorted to saying, "Just go take your shower." He knew it was a weak comeback, but for now he really didn't care.

Dean watched as Sam sighed in exasperation before settling back against his pillows and watching the stupid show that was still playing on the television. He saw Sam shift his eyes from the television screen to glare at him, reminding him that he was openly staring. Dean quickly shut the bathroom door and started the shower. He watched the water as it slowly started to steam, deep in his own troubled thoughts.

Sam's nightmare visions had started up again, Dean knew that. It was obvious even without Sam telling him. But that wasn't what was bothering him...or, at least, it wasn't the main thing that was bothering him. The fact that Sam was preventing himself from falling asleep was bothering him. Everybody knows that lack of sleep isn't good for the body.

But with their job, it could be deadly.

Dean was scared of what could happen to Sam if he kept exhausting himself. He knew it was his job and responsibility as the older brother to look out for Sam, but what if he messed up and was too late? What if they were caught off guard and he couldn't be there to protect Sam?

So many "ifs".

Dean would always fight to the death to protect his little brother, but it was always reassuring if he knew that Sam could fight back.

modrocker423: So what did you guys think? Hopefully it wasn't that terrible... I'm sorry this chapter is so short. I couldn't decide on whether or not I wanted to combine the first and second chapter, so I opted against it. The next chapter will be longer, I promise!