Reckoning

Prologue

He told me he was an angel, suppose that should have been my first clue that something wasn't quite right. Instead I stared into his eyes, eyes the color of wet sand and laughed. The man calling himself Ryan laughed along and so it seemed like a grand joke to me. Ryan with his beautiful eyes, his slightly but fashionably mused dark hair, his tailored black on black attire, and his boyish but all man grin.

I laughed. I played along.

'' Do all angels wear tuxes?'' I questioned.

'' No, but since coming into myself….I felt it was suitable…'' He said this all with a nod as if the conversation was completely normal.

This I admit was something of a puzzling answer, his dialogue thick and heavy as if he were choosing his words carefully and measuring my response but also like he was not versed that heavily in this kind of dialect. I found myself studying him in the same ways he seemed to be studying me, with a concise neutrality.

And why not I thought, why not play this little game he was advancing, I was in a mischievous mood and it's easy to put up with insanity when it comes packaged like Ryan did. He was not only easy on the eyes but also held a certain grace that bellied his obvious physical stature.

'' Is that angel term for coming of age…'' I questioned, rounding the rim of my glass with a glossy tipped fingernail, and making sure not to break eye contact.

I was interested even if he was slightly neurotic, besides perhaps my initial assessment of him was wrong. I try hard not to focus on the mundane things in life, feeling every meeting held significance to the main scope. Putting things in order in such outrageous ways had sometimes earned me the '' out of the box '' eagle badge. Then again I was aware there were unexplainable things in life, all one had to do was stop, be quiet and listen-and the miracles of everyday being came sharply into focus. It didn't mean I was a complete pushover however; well, not a complete one anyhow. I chuckled inwardly.

'' Well technically, I'm not really an angel anymore-suppose I'm more like a demon….'' I flinched, I didn't believe in demons anymore than I believed in the tooth-fairy. This could be all part of his angle though and so…. I sat thinking.

I nodded waiting for the inevitable punch line for this one. After all he didn't seem dangerous, perhaps this was just the way he did things, like he was a walking fantasy in a pretty impressive package. I wasn't ready to give up the gauntlet so easily. Pushing my red orange hair from my shoulder I pursed my lips in a considering fashion….showing neither deferment nor acceptance.

'' A sex demon…'' Ryan smiled a little as he said this. I thought perhaps it was just dirty slang. And remembering the college course I'd taken a couple semesters ago, which had turned into a passion for mythologies from every world origin-smiled at the term.

'' Oh…. like an incubus….'' I gathered in slightly closer, what a delicious idea to play out that fantasy.

He folded his hands together, steapling his fingers and smirking, as if I'd just won the huge panda bear at the ring toss games booth, a strange light came into his eyes, delight mixed with respect. Anyways- it made me feel like I had just won that huge goddamn panda, and I was taken then with the beauty of feeling his shinning eyes upon me. It wasn't just the lust then that seemed to glisten through his gaze but an approval and some other emotion I couldn't name that made me feel warm all over.

'' Exactly….it's not normal practice to fall, rather to choose to fall-only to become something my brothers and sisters oppose. But then I'm not your average sort of being….I've always liked to do things bigger and better……and this thing called sex has gripped me tightly in wondering for centuries. I picked up on your scent as soon as I entered the bar; your desire is so strong it's almost palatable…..'' Licking at his lips Ryan narrowed his eyes, and this is when I started having my doubts. He looked as if he actually believed what he was saying, but being the ever curious one I didn't bolt like instinct told me to do.

'' That was taking the long way round the barn don't you think Ryan…..but it is a good line-have to give you props for that…'' Ryan frowned slightly.

'' Why is it mortals always insist to be in the dark about things…..Why sometimes truth can be looking you right in the face, and you find some other explanation…but you seem different, not too much but just enough to make it fun……''

'' Well it could be fun to pretend…'' I looked around at all the people, the smoky atmosphere, and the dripping dancers.

I'd come wanting to get laid, it had been a long time-too long actually. Then there was being here at the Supernatural convention, the idea that the guys from the show might just be somewhere in the building had me feeling all kinds of erotic. Yet, it wasn't as if the pickings weren't slim, mostly girls and a few of the other actors-the other actors who had tini-fans hanging off them like huge ditzy bracelets.

It was embarrassing to watch the younger girls trying so hard just because the other guests were actors. And then in had sauntered Ryan, surprisingly- none of the other girls had descended upon him. So naturally I was happy when he'd come over and greeted me, when he'd insisted on buying my drinks-then providing company I found alluring. And the party had swirled on around us as if we didn't even exist.

'' You think this is some kind of elaborate ruse….'' Ryan asked tilting his head and looking adorably mystified.

'' Does it really matter Ryan, one way or the other……I mean, here we are at a Supernatural convention….so yeah the idea of you being an angel is a perfect ruse, and not just another Cass but an angel gone rogue, it's the perfect fantasy-one I'm sure the Winchester brothers themselves could compete with…..it's quite perfect actually…''

Ryan sat back seeming to be contemplating some tremendous ideas. Then he leaned forward, and might have well of just sank my battle-ship with a grenade- as he choose to not only elaborate the fantasy but to insert my name into it.

'' Yes Emily…… you may just be the perfect bait for the Winchesters,'' my mouth fell open, wasn't that taking it a little too far, and how the hell did this dude know my name?

I thought back sure I hadn't even told him-sure I wasn't even considering telling him. Isn't that how these things worked..And even if I did use a name I probably wouldn't have told him my real one. I thought about the characters of Sam and Dean, my beautiful boys. I was a loyal fan girl after all so if this Ryan insisted on not giving in, neither would I. Damnit, I always seemed to attract the crazies……it was like some genetic thing, or preordained pattern my life had taken.

'' Hey buddy even if the Winchesters were real….what makes you think I'd ever help you catch them…..'' And then it was his chance to laugh.

'' You are a trifle protective over them…..such dramatics darling…. are not worth the meat on their mortal bones….but if you insist on being in the dark- I suppose I must show you……and while we wait for their arrival we can have some of our own fun….don't worry…. I'll make sure it hurts real good….''

And with that last statement, Ryan pressed his fingers to my forehead and everything around us dissolved into darkness.

Okay fan-fic readers that was the lead in, what I am tryin to do in this story is study the idea on human perspective and what we perceive to be reality when it might not be what we think it is….that's all reality is for everyone anyhow, a perception from our previous experience and what we think we know to be true. I will be using the metaphorical world of Eric the original writer of the show to do this in, answering the '' what if '' in a huge way. Warnings for strong content, rape, physical and emotional pain, and yes sex-things aren't as they seem….so more warnings for mean Sam/Dean/John just remember things are not what they seem….And no I don't own the boys, the show and make any money from this….it's just for fun. So let's see what happens when life gets turned upside down and Fan-girl Emily has no idea what's really going on-and neither will you….not at first-that would spoil the fun of the plot…lol. Luv's Corrode

ie-there will be much hopping round from reality(what we think it is) to Supernatural reality(what just might exist) to complete otherworld reality….I'll try to do this smoothly so it makes sense-so any input would be appreciated.

''Here therefore we may divide the perceptions of life into all classes or species, which are distinguished by their different degrees of force and vivacity. The less forcible and lively are more commonly dominated TOUGHTS or IDEAS.'' David Hume-An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding

Chapter One

Is This a Dream?

My head was pounding; the little molecules in their all seemed to be having some kind of battle….civil war taking place in my brain. The pressure started at the back of my head and branched outward my fingers and arms stiff and unmoving. I was coming out of the blackness and I wasn't sure I wanted to. My head hung low, hair sweat drenched and dripping towards the denim of my jeans, and when the hell had I changed cloths. I was starting to think perhaps Ryan had been a psycho because it felt like I was bound and tied upright.

My half lidded eyes took in the fact that I was in some kind of chair-a hard backed heavy packed wooden one none the less, and I felt horrible. I could hear voices….had someone left on the TV…it sounded like John Winchesters voice. And was it just me or did my lungs feel caked with a gravely film of salt. And that was when I jumped the ropes keeping me secure pinched into the delicate flesh at my wrists, and my eyes widened at the obvious devils trap around me in chalk. That was when the voice came into focus.

'' Bobby I tried every trick in the book, holy water, salt, excosism…..I'm beginning to think this might be something larger than any regular demon….'' The voice that now defiantly sounded like John Winchester deep and tired sounding droned on…. walking further away so I couldn't pick up the rest of the conversation. What the hell was going on?

I gasped raising my head and taking in the much needed air that felt compounded in salt. And took my chance to peak around the room. I felt the need for a hysterical giggle at that moment when I took in my surroundings; it was a small cabin-a recognizable cabin, a Winchester cabin. I'd watched the show enough to know the layout, same cabin used in the season finale of the first disk-set.

I didn't have much time to think about what the hell was going on, last I remembered I'd been talking to Ryan at the convention….Was this some special packaged deal, or some elaborate practical joke….after all Jared and Jensen were famous for those. That had to be right, right? But man, they could have let up a little bit on the ropes and the jagged pain that was shooting from my wrists and lungs. Perhaps, I'd had more to drink than I could handle last night, and this was all just some crazy dream….some incredibly vivid and uncomfortable dream.

'' Fuck, I need some water…'' I said quietly, because my voice was hoarse from the salt. Then came those creaking footfalls, and John Winchester did indeed step around the corner with a serious and fated expression on his face.

'' Well sweetheart waters not on the itinerary, but I could pour a little down your throat….'' I was instantly confused by his casual manor, he even smiled.

'' Please……'' I asked, craving that water enough to beg.

But instead of answering right away he turned his back and walked over to some kind of satchel on the table. John did all this with movements that spook volumes of experience. He rummaged the green army issued duffle, before his shoulders sagged, and the tension of heavy burden seemed to vibrate through him.

'' Damnit….'' he said angrily.

'' Tap water will be fine…..what the hell you doing over their anyhow….'' I asked.

And that's when he began to laugh, slipknots of emotion filtering through, and landing squarely in my belly….that was a scary sound, it was tired and held notes of instability.

'' Sorry were all out of tap water….'' I looked to the side to see a perfectly, even if a bit corroded sink, and looked back towards his amused expression.

I scoffed, yes John was scary and this dream looked like there was no hope for a turnabout, why don't I ever get the good fantasies….I thought to myself.

'' Look John, this bondage thing is kind of a turn on……but next time you try to woo a girl….perhaps you could go without the devils trap, the salt, or the painful arm restraint….'' I said all this with the bravado that comes in all dreams, convinced now that's what it was.

I saw a flicker of confusion, only briefly.

'' Okay sweet heart, I'll make you a deal, you tell me why none of this is working, and I'll get you that drink….''

'' Perhaps, I'm not a demon…..ever think of that….''

'' Sorry, but I saw the red in your eyes….and even if that isn't standard demon color, I know from experience they don't have to be black….''

At this statement John walked from the room, and I tried with all my best intentions to wake the hell up. Closing my eyes with all the gusto I could manage, I willed myself awake-I even tried to push a little lucid dreaming into the fold only to be rewarded by…..nothing. This is insane, I thought, had I finally lost my marbles in my obsession for Supernatural to such an extent. Was I perhaps in a psych ward somewhere lost in my own delusions? And shit if I was gonna be having delusions couldn't they at least be of the friendly type….not this glowering John Winchester trying to exorcize me.

And what the hell was the bit with the red eyes wasn't that the cross-roads demon….I sure as hell wasn't making any deals. Even if I did play along what were my chances John wouldn't still find a way to kill me. And what was I thinking he couldn't really kill me he was a character…one of my favorites besides the boys-I'd even stuck through his side when the '' Jump the Shark '' episode came out. After all he wasn't perfect he was just a man, with needs like any other man….couldn't expect him to be celibate to.

That was when he came back into view holding his phone and talking feverently to whomever was on the other end.

'' You sure Jim……no she didn't respond to any of the other methods…..but that's just…..I don't know if I can do that…..okay how do I test it….hey I gotta know for sure right….there is a girl in there after all…..alright I'll try it….'' John sighed as he hung up the phone glancing my way only briefly.

'' Look, you sure you don't want to come clean…could save us from something I would rather not do…'' John came closer to me then, he smelled like cracked leather, and something I couldn't identify.

This whatever it was surrounded me like a blanket of haze, and suddenly I was on fire…as if I had gone into heat. He kneeled down in front of me turning my face in his fingertips, and brushing my hair away from my cheeks. I actually trembled, not the kind of trembling one did in the face of a nightmare but one of deviant lust, of complete animal immorality. I felt shameful and my face flushed, but the shame was over ridden by pure gleeful ecstasy.

John looked up at me then uncertainty but a strong calmness that frightened and excited me.

'' I think I know what you are but there is only one way to find out….I'll save this girl no matter what I have to do….'' He said this leaning in close, his breath tickling my nerve endings, and I burned hotter.


'' So, get this girl disappears from a convention….'' Sam read, scanning the article on his laptop.

'' So, where's the hook Sammy you know, the part that makes it our problem…'' Dean was grumpy this morning they had no new leads since the colt incident with the devil, the cook had overcooked his sausage this morning, meaning he could have used it for a projectile and it probably would have left a goose-egg on said assailants forehead. And the angels…..those damn ass-hat douche-bags who had made it even harder to stay off radar, he hated them almost more than the demons. Dean missed the days of Hendrickson compared to this. And the worst part was he was so afraid the angels were right, that it might be necessary for the final death match to take place.

All this considered he was sure Sam had picked up on the mood and now was tiptoeing around the issues like Dean was made of toilet paper, and not the extra-soft layered kind, the kind in gas-station bathrooms across the states, shredding in your fingers and tearing in just the wrong spots.

'' Well, it was a convention in Chicago, her parents and friends haven't heard from her….the flight she was taking back…was never boarded, her cell and bags and things were left in the room….''

Dean cleared his throat.

'' Dude it's a dangerous city…..I repeat….how is this our problem….''

'' Checked her phone records, and it's like she never even really existed Dean…..So I um, I called, and all I got was static….but it wasn't normal static, I could hear a conversation-buried you know….so I cleaned it up and I got one word that stood out…..''

Dean cocked a brow and stared to the right at his little brother.

'' Okay, what was behind door number one Sammy….'' Sam shuffled his long legs, looked everywhere but Dean before he answered. He wondered what Dean would think, there had been only one other time they had hunted this kind of evil, and it was so long ago- with their dad actually.

'' Incubus….'' and the silence fell heavy and long before Dean answered.

'' Isn't that like a demon that lives off of sex….'' Dean asked, suddenly a little more interested despite his hatred of the idea of heading back into demon territory so soon.

'' How do we know this girl isn't living it up somewhere just soaking in the sex rays….'' Dean continued.

'' That's not exactly how it works Dean, but there is so much lore on these creatures….I need to do more research…..but I'm not sure how much time we have…I'll call Bobby and see what he says..''

'' Okay…….. so off to the home of the Blues Brothers…..''

'' Dean….''

'' What Sam…..''

'' One more thing…..''

'' Oh come on….what Sam…..''

'' This convention….''

'' What she a trekky….''

'' Not exactly…….it was a….Supernatural convention….'' Sam waited for Dean's response which was not long in coming.

'' Son-of-a-bitch!''

The rest of the 289 miles was tense punctuated only by Sam's tapping on the laptop, and Dean's ruminating agitation, he hated the fact his life was being put on display……especially those over obsessive fans.

ie-this is about a convention in our time, not one based on the novels from the show, or Becky for that matter, I tried to make that clear and just wanted to make sure you guys got that, I used my own experience from the convention I went to to write the first part……not that I ever met any '' sex demons'' ……..lol.