Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural

Author's note: Part of our evil character obsession.

Overcome

Chapter one

With a loud, exasperated huff, Dean roughly pushed open the motel room door, rainwater drenching his body as he stepped in from the storm outside. Sam trudged in behind him, equally as soaked as his brother was. The pair had left the motel earlier that afternoon wearing matching black suits, posing as F.B.I. agents investigating a string of murders.

Dean slung down the blazer that he had been carrying into a nearby chair, throwing a glance over to Lola who was sat on Dean's bed, flicking through a magazine,

"Hey," He greeted,

"Hey…" She smiled, finally looking up from her glass of wine, stifling a laugh, "What happened to you two?"

"My car broke down." Dean grumbled, his hands flying to the top of his head, rubbing his hair to shake off the raindrops, "I'll have to get it towed to a garage in the morning. It's only round the corner." He sighed, turning back to Sam, shaking his head,

"Where's Maggie?" Sam asked the redhead,

"Oh, she went out to get some dinner…" Lola murmured, "To the Italian across the street."

"That guy was a jerk, huh?" Dean suddenly fumed.

Sam opened his mouth, about to reply when he saw over Dean's shoulder Lola watching them from the bed across the room. He smirked, knowing by the look on her face, what she was thinking, her eyes fixated on Dean's back,

"Y'know what…?" He said to his brother, amused, "I think I'll go hook up with Maggie, y'know? See if she needs any help…keep her company…"

Dean frowned a little but his rain-soaked brother only smirked, motioning with a nod of his head behind him before turning and quietly excusing himself. Confused, Dean turned back to look at Lola who slipped off of the bed, grinning at him as she made her way over,

"What's that smile for…?" He asked, a little nervously as she placed a finger to her lips, gently brushing the digit across them. She reached up, pulling gently at the loosely knotted black tie around Dean's neck, sliding it open and out from under his collar, staring deep into his eyes all the while. The top shirt button was already undone as she began to slowly unbutton the white shirt, plastered to every dip and curve of his body, though half way down she gave up, tightly gripping each side of the opening with both hands, pulling it apart roughly. Dean chuckled as she moved her hands seductively over his chest and up to his shoulders, gently taking the collar and peeling the near see-through shirt off of his broad shoulders, his skin soft and damp from the rain. The shirt was soon discarded at their feet as Dean pulled her flush against his bare chest, shivering as the warm skin of her arms hit his cool flesh, "To what do I owe this pleasure…?" He mumbled against her lips before kissing her deeply. Once they parted, she pulled her face away a little, smiling up at him,

"You just looked damned hot standing here soaking wet…" She whispered in response, "And let's face it…we don't get left alone too often, I figured I'd take advantage while I had the chance." She continued, taking his hands and pulling him towards the bed. Stepping behind him, biting her lower lip at the sight of every muscle of his back highlighted by the light or water droplets, she waited for him to turn and look at her before gently placing a hand on his chest, pushing him down carefully onto the bed, straddling him. She leant over him, about to place a kiss on his jaw line when he stopped, taking her chin in his palm,

"Have you been drinking?" He asked suddenly,

"Possibly…" She drawled slyly, "Are you complaining?"

"Well…no…" He replied carefully, sliding his hands up her sides, beneath her thin t-shirt.

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"Sam?" Maggie frowned as she stepped out of the restaurant, pizza box in one hand, plastic carrier bag in the other, "What's up?" She asked, rushing to get under a shelter and out of the rain. Her older brother jogged up, hands in his pockets casually,

"Hey Maggie."

"What's up?" She repeated, "Dean okay?"

"Yeah…he's fine…I just figured that they could do with some…y'know…time."

"…ah." Maggie replied knowingly, "Oh…well I got Lola some pasta…she was hungry."

"I don't think she'll be too interested in that right now." Sam chuckled, "C'mon, let's head back to your room, yeah?"

Maggie nodded,

"Sure…" She agreed, following Sam quickly back to the motel, "So does that mean you're bunking in Lola's bed tonight?"

"I guess." Sam smiled, "I don't mind." He admitted, "I think Dean needs some down time, y'know?"

Maggie nodded,

"Well, I've got pizza!" She beamed, "All for us!"

"Awesome."

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He tightened his arms around her torso, pulling her closer against his bare chest, her head rested on his shoulder, hair tickling at the skin of his arm and stomach,

"God…" He breathed, "It's been awhile, huh?"

"Mmmm…" She agreed sleepily, her eyes closed,

"I should take a walk in the rain more often." He mused, stroking a hand through her hair,

"You should…" She smiled, looking up at him finally, her eyes bleary with drowsiness,

"You look exhausted." He smirked, "Sam and I have done all the work today…how are you tired?"

"That's not true…" She mused, "I washed my car today…and Maggie and I went into town and interviewed a few witnesses…y'know…all in a good day's work."

Dean smirked, letting his hand brush against the skin of her stomach beneath the warmth of the covers,

"Man…I'm starved…" He mused, "What time is it?"

Lola shrugged, looking to the window,

"Late." She sighed, nestling her head back down onto Dean's shoulder, "Maggie has pizza I think…you should go and grab some before she and Sam eat it all…I should be getting to bed soon anyway."

Dean looked down at her, puzzled,

"Stay here…one night in a room with Maggie won't kill Sam." Dean smiled, stroking the hair off of her face again, "That is…if you want to stay in here with me."

"Of course…I do…" She yawned, "I just don't want them to have to go out of their way."

Dean shrugged,

"They're fine." He reassured, tightening his arms around her, "I promise."

"…awesome…" Lola mumbled, drifting off.

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It was still a little dark when he awoke, shifting in the bed to discover that he was alone,

"Lola…?" He called out to the empty room, frowning as he raised his head to look through the open bathroom door, which was also empty. He dropped his head back onto the pillow with a sigh. He knew not to worry as the girls often disappeared from their rooms in the morning, often to be found together, laughing over early-morning coffee, though now he was irritable, the bed was cold and lonely without her so with a grumble, he pulled himself out of the bed to get dressed. After pulling on his jeans, Dean grabbed the motel key and a t-shirt before padding out onto the outer decking in his bare feet. He wandered down the two doors to the room that originally belonged to the girls, pushing the door open without a knock. Sam looked up from his laptop, sending Dean a smirk,

"Hey tiger…" He drawled teasingly as Dean dropped down onto Maggie's bed, "Did we have a nice night?"

Dean flopped his head back on the pillow in exhaustion,

"That's a very personal question there Sammy boy…" Dean smirked, before suddenly lifting his head to look around the room,

"Where's Maggie?"

"Isn't she with Lola…?" Sam asked hesitantly, "She wasn't here when I woke up…"

"Well Lola wasn't there either."

Sam frowned,

"They've probably gone to get some breakfast or something…"

Dean furrowed his brow in concern,

"I guess…" He sighed in resignation, "They'd better bring me back some waffles…" He mumbled, letting his eyes close again.

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With a groan, Maggie awoke with one eye swelled shut. She tried to hold back a choking sob of pain, her muscles taught and stretched to their limits as she hung from the ceiling by her wrists. The chunky, rusted chain that suspended her from the floor was looped twice around her slender wrists, her toes barely scraping the dirty, dusty floor, speckled with the odd dried up leaf.

The room was dark and damp, a smell of mould hanging in the air thickly as water pipes dripped, pooling on the floor. With a clink of chains, she struggled to raise her head, gritting her teeth in agony as the linked steel cut into her pale skin.

She looked up, peering with one eye through her blood and dirt caked hair that hung scruffily over her face. She groaned as the simple movement pulled more on the muscles of her concave stomach. The blood-stained jeans that hung from her hips were ripped across the thighs and down the insides of her legs, thin slithers of blood trickled down her bare and dirty feet, dripping into puddles,

"Don't…give up…" She rasped, gritting her teeth and raising her head enough to turn and look at her companion, "You can't give up! Damn it! Look at me!" She growled, though her words went unheard by her best friend, the girl's head had lulled to the side as she hung from the ceiling also, hair cascading over her shoulders, "Lola!" Maggie sobbed, weakening so that her head fell forwards, chin on her chest. She sniffled, tears rolling down her cheeks, following the soft curves of her face, "Please…" She whispered, "I can't do this by myself…"

"Shhhh…" Soothed a sinister voice, a figure emerging from the shadows. Taking Maggie's chin in his fingers, he lifted her face to look in her eyes, "So beautiful…" He whispered, "Don't cry."

"Don't touch me…" She spat, narrowing her eyes to glare into his onyx orbs,

"But you're so beautiful…" He repeated,

"You bastard! What did you do to her? What did you do to Lola? I swear…if you hurt her, my brother will kill you!"

"I'm not afraid of the Winchesters." He sneered, "She's fine…just a little worn out." He grinned slyly, "If I were you, I wouldn't be so worried about Lola. So long as she's out cold, she'll be fine…they're no fun to play with when they don't move…" He grinned, "But you're awake…yes…I'd say you should be a hell of a lot more concerned about your own safety…"

"I'm not scared of you."

"You should be."

"What are you anyway? Besides a demon and a sick son of a bitch…"

"I am everything you should be afraid of. I am responsible for all the hairs standing on the back of your neck when you're alone. I'm the thing that watches you when you think no one's there I'm what's going to hound your every step, and those of your children, and their children…until the war is won."

"You'll never win. Even if you kill me, my brothers will never let you win!"

"Speaking of…why haven't they come to save you, Maggie?"

"They're smarter than that!"

"Or maybe they've been desperate to get shot of you. You're such a burden, Maggie and you're weak. You're nothing compared to women like Lola. Face it, you're nothing but a wannabe. They're probably thrilled to be rid of you!"

"Whatever…" Maggie muttered, "Do your worst!"

The demon smirked, drawing his hand back before slapping the back of his palm across Maggie's face causing a small splatter of blood to fly from her lips onto his face. Breathing heavily, Maggie fought to hold back a scream as his fingers toyed on her scarred torso through her ripped t-shirt,

"Don't tempt me Maggie…go on…scream."

"Never." Maggie growled,

"Oh go on…" He pleaded, "Your friend hung there for hours and barely spoke a word…prove yourself better. Show me that you're human!"

"I said no!" Maggie fumed, spitting into his eyes,

"Don't do that." He growled, lunging forwards, grabbing a hold of her neck, choking her before throwing her head back against the wall with a sickening thud. Her head flopped forwards, unconscious, "Humans…so weak…" He muttered to himself, walking away, back to the shadows.