Chapter 1: Sweet Dreams.
It was a rainy day at the graveyard, a funeral had been progressing through out the last thirty minutes. An incubus was standing at a far distance smiling under his umbrella, the woman in the coffin had been easy prey. The demon looked down at the outfit he had selected for the occasion: a red button down shirt rolled up at the sleeves, black tie, black dress vest, and a black fedora as well as a warm black pedi coat, rectangular glasses falling to the bridge of his nose. It looked good on his immortal teen age body "Admiring our work, are we?" A voice came from behind the smiling figure. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end as he turned to see Crowley, the king of hell, standing before him. "Your majesty. What brings you to this rainy funeral?" The incubus asked bowing lightly tipping his hat to the demon. "Please call me Crowley." He said holding out his hand ignoring the incubus's question. "Name's Ink." Ink said dropping all formality, returning his gaze to the funeral. "How was she?" Crowley asked. "She was weak, I could barely call her a meal." Ink said returning to his smiling. "Let's cut to the chase, I have a deal for you that you can't refuse." The king of hell said waving his hand in the air. "Let's hear it first." The small demon said knowing how big the deals with Crowley were. "I want you to kill the nasty thorns in my side, the Winchesters." The demon said handing two small well organized files to the smaller demon. "What's in it for me?" Ink asked feeling a sense of dread wash over him. All demons knew about the infamous Winchesters, the guys who killed three of the four horsemen, stopped the apocalypse, and destroyed the leviathan. "I've heard, from some of my servants, that you wish to be free from any and all control of hells influences." Crowley said matter-of-factly. It was true, he had gotten mixed up in all sorts of messed up business, he wanted a life of his own. "I want to see this in writing first." Ink said instantly feeling his heart pounding at what the king of demons would do to him for the insolent statement. "I swear my kingdom to you that if you succeed, you're free." Ink was taken aback, Crowley the king of hell promised his kingdom to an incubus. "Deal." Ink said chuckling lightly, thinking of the nightmares and wet dreams that he'd give the brothers. "Good, when you finish them, I'd like to see a picture of their corpses." Crowley smiled, gladly walking off and disappearing behind a tree. Ink thumbed through the files quickly, seeing the one thing he wanted to: the fears of both the men he was to kill. Perfect. He thought, time to make the Winchesters scream their hearts out. He walked forward, folders under one arm, umbrella in his hand disappearing with one last smile at the funeral which was coming to an end.
Sam and Dean had just finished weeks of hunting ghosts, demons, a couple of witches, and a stray leviathan that had try to organize a man eating militia. They each plopped down on the beds of a cheap motel room that they had decided to rest in for awhile. "Dean what time is it?" Sam moaned from his tiredness. Dean mumbled something about time for sleep and threw a pillow at his little brother. Sam soon drifted to sleep after hearing his brother snore loudly.
Sam's dream began like any other good dream, him and his brother enjoying the bar scene, some attractive girls hitting on them, and that's when something...wrong...happened. Everyone in the bars face began to change, all of them familiar to Sam, they were starring at him. Soon he heard a quiet child whispering, "It's all your fault." That one whisper began a wave of the statement in the rest of the bar, every person getting closer to Sam and his brother continuing the cold statement. Then the whispers and words stopped, a little girl walked up to Sam, it was a little girl from a recent case, she was murdered ruthlessly by a sucubus who was posing as her step mother. Sam remembered her name was katie and she had picked flowers and gave them to Sam with a warm smile. The little girl got onto a bar stool and whispered "It's all your fault." With the same warm smile looking at the hunter.
Sam woke with a start eyes wide, heart racing, and sweat dripping down his face. "Dean," he said looking at his brother who was writhing and moaning on his bed still asleep. That's when his eyes opened wide with disappointment, he looked at Sam. "God Sam, were you watching me sleep?" Dean said sitting up to hide his erection. "Dean...were you having a wet dream?" Sam said laugh building in the back of his throat forgetting his frightening dream. A knock on the door interrupted Deans retort. "Answer the door, Sammy." Dean said anger never leaving his voice. Sam laughed as he walked over to the door, not expecting to see a well dressed teenaged boy there using a large umbrella as a cane. "Can I help you?" Sam asked. "Nice place you have here, Sam Winchester." The boy said walking into the room, chuckling at Sam's shocked face. "And you must be Dean." The teenager said looking at Deans face. "Who the hell are you?" The brothers asked going for the weapons they kept on themselves at all times. "Oh yeah, I forgot you guys didn't see my real form. I'm Ink, it's a pleasure to meet the famous...demon killers." He sounded sarcastic saying the last words in the sentence. "That doesn't answer my question." Dean said aiming his gun at the the teenager that called himself Ink. "Okay, i don't like secrets anyways. I'm an incubus sent by the king of hell himself to kill you two, I personally like playing with my prey to see how long they'll last, you both did great but...Sam did way better." The incubus smiled his eyes becoming solid globes of neon green. Both brothers lowered their weapons. "Why are you telling us this when we could kill you easily?" Sam asked looking at the young man in surprise. "Like I said, I don't like secrets and I figured since other demons caught you by surprise or got you to trust them a little bit and they all ended up dead, I'd make a house call." Ink said smiling as he fell into an armchair. "Tie me up if you want, hell you can even get that angel on your shoulder to kill me." Ink said looking directly at Dean. "Cas doesn't like conflict." Dean said still confused by this demon who handed himself over to the brothers. "I won't even fight back. Technically it won't be conflict." The incubus laughed. Sam looked at this strange teenager, "Dean, you call Cas, I'll tie this creep up." Sam said pulling chains and a can of spray paint out of a duffle bag near his bed.
Castiel was there moments after Dean prayed, inspecting the incubus. "He isn't lying." Was all Cas said as he turned to face Dean an Sam. "See, even the all powerful, and might i add completely insane, angel says I'm not hiding anything." The incubus said chained up within the devils trap. "Well this has been really fun but I better be going." The incubus said, suddenly disappearing from the devils trap chains falling to the ground. "Where the hell did he go?" Dean said looking Sam in the eyes. "Over here, asshat." Ink said in front of the door. Sam just realized he never took away the boys umbrella, with it's unusually sharp metal spike at the top. "Bye bye, boys and...sweet dreams." Ink disappeared leaving a dumbfounded Dean, an angry Sam, and a confused Castiel in the hotel room.
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Chapter 2: Unconscious, Subconsciously
Ink was sitting in a large tree in front of a large house where a family of seven lived, five kids, two adults. Ink favored this house and it's family when ever he wanted an escape or a light snack, he never hurt the family he just...took what he needed. His smart phone vibrated in his pocket, he pulled it out and answered. "Hello?" "What the hell do you think you're doing, I told you to kill them not have tea with them!" Crowley's voice crackled through the phone. "You can't rush perfection, sir. I wanted to see how long it took them to break off, they need to be broken before I can finish them." Ink snapped back. "I have half a mind to send you back to hell and do things my way!" Crowley yelled. "Crowley we both know if that were true you wouldn't have called, I'll handle everything just give me a month, I guarantee that will only be worst case scenario." Ink didn't wait for the king of hell to answer and hung up. This is why I want to be free of hell, he thought to himself curling up on the tree branch so he wouldn't fall off. He looked up at the stars through the leaves of the tree, so many times had he sat there wondering: why did he go to the pit? He didn't remember his life before this. "May I join you." It was the angel he had met earlier when he was stuck with the Winchesters. "You can do whatever you want, flock head. Just keep those heaven covered hands off of me." Ink said pulling the brim of his of his hat over his solid neon green eyes. "You're different." Castiel said looking at the incubus. "How am I different from other demons you've met?" Ink pulled his hat back on his head to look at the angel. "For one, you are not as hideous as other demons, another reason is you have an actual physical form that wasn't smoke, and finally you are the only one I've met to question his existence." The angel said keeping his gaze on the demon. "Okay then, now I don't want you here, leave me feather face." Ink said waving his hand as if he were shooing away a fly. "You can change who you are, incubus, I watch the bees now, I no longer serve anyone." Cas said disappearing in a flutter of wings. The incubus sighed "Why did I agree to kill those idiots? I should've stuck with what I have." Ink pulled the brim of his hat over his solid neon green eyes again and drifted into his state of limbo.
He looked down the hallway that contained doors upon doors into every persons sleeping subconscious minds. He continued to walk, towards an intricately carved door that was covered in carved wooden flowers, on it was a plaque with three simple letters engraved on it. Ink. He walked towards the door and opened it. Nothing, yet again. Ink sat in the doorway letting his legs swing into the pitch black. He never knew what would happen if he actually ever entered, more like he thought of what would most likely happen. Endlessly falling into the subconscious unconsciousness that was his mind. He knew that very soon he'd have to go and destroy dreams that he would never hope of having. He got up and began wandering the hall, looking for the Winchesters doors, it wasn't long until he found what he was looking for, Ink stopped in his tracks thinking of how he was going to ruin the hunters minds. That's when the angel appeared again turning Ink around. "Leave them be, please." Castiel stated looking the incubus straight in the eye. "Why don't you come with me into their dreams? Perhaps you'll like what you see." Ink said opening the door to Deans sleeping mind.
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Chapter 3: nightmares and dreamscapes
It had been about a week of endless nightmares for the Winchesters. Dean had had dreams of cannibalistic hookers that ate him every night, and Sam was in a dark forest where he heard people screaming for help, then the tearing of flesh and breaking of bones. They tried everything to avoid having their minds invaded, dream catchers were shattered on the ground after they woke up, Castiel was going out of his way to barricade their dreams. They went to their final option: sleep deprivation. They were driving along a dirt road in Minnesota, Sam had barely been able to keep himself awake, let alone keep Dean up. He had been researching ways to prevent the incubus's endless assault on their minds when something Castiel said crossed his mind. "Dean I have an idea, pull over and call Cas." Sam commanded, Dean complied willingly hoping his little brother found a way to defeat the demon if not, then at least hinder him. Cas appeared in a matter of seconds in the back seat. "Cas, I remember you saying that you could enter people's dreams awhile back," "Ask the damn question, Sam!" Dean said angry because of his inability to rest soundly. "Fine! Cas can you take us to...whatever you call the place where incubi feed?" Sam asked more yelling than asking. "Okay." Castiel said looking at the brothers as he grabbed their shoulders.
Sam's eyes opened, sitting in the impala where he'd been sitting before but it was night. "This is the dreamscape." Castiel said to both of the hunters. "So, this is like his home turf." Dean said feeling refreshed for what seemed to be the first time. They all jumped in their seats as they heard a loud scrape against the impala. The guys looked out the window to see the incubus scraping a furry black claw across the side of the car, his eyes were the freakish neon green globes, and tiny comical pointy black horns on the sides of his head. Dean was about run out the car to deck the teenaged demon in the face, when he noticed the car no longer had doors or an ignition. Ink tapped the window and mouthed 'roll the window down.' Sam complied trying his best not to punch the small creature in the face. "Welcome to the dreamscape boys." Ink said smiling, the two hunters had played into his hands so easily. "Let us out of my car, you demon bastard!" Dean yelled over Sam's shoulder. "Oh, so feisty, I was going to kill Sam first but on second thought...we'll make a game of it. Whoever I find first dies first, waddya say?" The little demon giggled delightedly. "I love games." Castiels indifferent voice came from the backseat. "You're not playing!" Ink exclaimed looking at Cas. Castiel disappeared from the backseat hurt look on his face. "You boys get a thirty second head start, ready, set, GO!" Ink laughed disappearing while the doors to the impala returned to their rightful place. Dean and Sam got out of the car "Where the hell are you, you little bastard!?" Dean shouted. "I'm not sure you want to waste your head start shouting at me." The incubus's voice came from all around them. "He's right Dean, let's go." Sam said running down the street looking back at Dean. "Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three." Inks voice continued to count as if he were playing hide and seek. Dean wasn't going to run he planned on killing the demon now. "Thirty, ready or not, here I come." The little demon laughed.
Sam had lost track of Dean moments after he began to run.
"Where are you?" Dean yelled into the morphing pitch darkness. "Right here." Ink said, as Dean turned around he was struck full force in the face by a furry black hand. "Haha, look at you, little Dean Winchester, getting his ass handed to him by an incubus." Ink laughed as his form skipped around Dean. "I'd watch who you call little." The hunter said swinging at the little figure dancing around him. "Oh really? This coming from-" his words were cut off by Deans fist connecting to the side of his face. Ink took a step back looking at Dean with his large neon eyes. "No more mister nice guy then." The demon said wiping his mouth. Dean felt the ground below his feet move and pitch violently. The demon and the hunter were now in an air plane cabin, Dean fell into a chair hearing a bark. Ink laughed at Deans frightened face. "I put your two favorite things together Winchester, hellhounds and airplanes. Now, it's time to talk with Sam, enjoy." Ink giggled and disappeared leaving the hunter to protect himself against the hellhounds on an airplane.
Sam continued to run down the street. The area around him began to swirl and change to a bright happy day in where else...a circus full of clowns. The smiling monsters were laughing and giggling at Sam. The hunter was about to start cutting these creatures up, they stopped and parted for the monster Sam knew to be responsible for this nightmare. "Hello Sam." Ink said holding a bottle of water he had a dogs paw print painted on his face, making him look extremely childish. "Why are you doing this to us?" Sam asked sheathing his knife. "You are way more polite than Dean, let's go for a quick walk, moose man." Ink said waving his hand in the air. The clowns and circus disappeared, being replaced by a park on a rainy day. The incubus opened the umbrella he always seemed to carry with him. "Sam, you're the more sensible Winchester, correct?" Sam didn't entirely know how to answer so he agreed with the statement. "Anyways, I wanted to tell you a little something about myself, I have no idea how I came to being. From what I know about your knowledge of demons, you know all were human and most if not all remember their previous lives. Before I go on I'm going to ask you, would you serve a cause that doesn't concern itself with your existence?" Ink turned to face Sam who was still dry even through the rain. "Why exactly are you asking me these things? Why exactly are you even talking to rather than killing me?" Sam said moving for his knife. "Oh no you don't, put your knife away. I thought you were smarter than Dean. The reason I ask these questions is because I have to serve hell even though I remember nothing of becoming a demon or my past life and so I made a deal with Crowley, as you know, to kill you two by the end of the month if not earlier I gain my freedom from hell, so no hard feelings." "Umm, yes hard feelings!" Sam said looking at the little well dressed demon. "Glad we could have this talk, have some fun with your worst fear, while I go check on your brother." Ink disappeared returning Sam to the freaky circus.
Dean was doing his best to fight off the hellhounds in the worst place possible, when his head turned he saw a messy mop of brunette bed-head sitting in a seat that had no passengers. The demon dogs immediately stopped their attack to allow Dean to move freely about the cabin. "You son of a bitch." Dean said carefully running to the brunette bed headed demon flipping through a weapons catalog. "I see your feeling a lil' bit better than earlier. Have a seat." Ink said in a passive voice moving his hand to force Dean into a seat. The plane shifted and changed to a large lavishly furnished room. The hunter was now in a large armchair the twined around his arms tightly. Sam appeared in a matching chair. "Needless to say, you both hate me." Ink stated looking at the brothers. Sam and Dean really couldn't disagree with statement. "Let's get down to brass tax, I feel their are two ways to do this: one, you guys give in and let me eat your souls, or two, I break you even further by torturing those you love who are still alive." As he said this three mirrors appeared in the room. Dean and Sams eyes went wide, Charlie was in one of the mirrors, Lisa and Ben were in the other two. All dreaming different dreams. "You keep your hands off of them!" Dean shouted struggling in the chair. That's when the incubus did something that sent Dean so far into rage that could only be described as hell worthy, he turned into Castiel. "What Dean, I thought you loved angels." Ink said mimicking Cas's voice perfectly as he walked up to Dean leaning down. The chair seemed let go of Dean for a moment, allowing the hunter to strike the demon posing as Castiel, the chair re-bound Deans arms. "Ouch, I knew you liked it rough but not that rough, damn." Ink said reverting back to himself rubbing his jawline. "I was planning on going easy on Ben but I guess you want me to destroy him." Ink stated anger flaring in his eyes causing Deans own anger to waver. Sam watched silently cursing at the little demon threatening to kill those important to the brothers. "Ben! Ben wake up!" Dean screamed, tears running down his face as the incubus advanced towards the boys mirror. "Dean...? Is that you?" Charlie's voice came from the mirror she stood in. Sam was clearly the only one who heard. "Charlie, in the mirror!" Sam yelled seeing the confused girl twirl around looking for where the voice had come from. Stopping at the mirror she walked up to it lightly resting her hand on it, whispering that it was just a dream. "Charlie, walk through the mirror." Sam said, no one else in the room had noticed yet. Ink was about to step through Ben's mirror when he heard the mirror to his right waver and ripple. Of course, a lucid dreamer. He thought stopping in his tracks. On the other hand she'll make a yummy meal. Ink turned to see the girl that had just stepped through the mirror running to Sam. Inks mind was slammed with memories of a women in a Victorian dress with the exact same face. "Elise..." It was a barely audible whisper. The hunters and Charlie all stopped what they were doing, he was clearly talking to her, but Charlie had never once used that name as an alias. "Charlie get the knife in my belt." Charlie did so immediately holding the knife up ready to lodge it in the demons neck. The knife was thrown from her grasp as Ink ran to her and held her in an embrace, tear falling from his eyes. Then he thought for a moment releasing Charlie muttering an apology and disappearing from the room.
Dean and Sam woke up in the impala with Castiel sitting in the back seat hurt look on his face. The heard a knock on the window. The boys turned seeing the incubus hanging his head in sadness. Dean and Sam opened the doors and ran to the demon they were about to rip to shreds. "I'm so sorry Winchesters..." Ink said loudly enough for them to hear what he said and vanished leaving them utterly lost and confused by the apology.
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Chapter 4: Will of a dreamer
Ink was sitting on the branch of the tree outside of the pleasant house he always watched. The phone in his pocket vibrated, probably just Crowley calling him, just to chew him out. Ink wasn't going to answer, he couldn't and wouldn't kill the Winchesters after what happened earlier today. "Get your little ass down here, incubus!" Crowley shouted from below the tree. "It's much to comfortable up here, sir. Why don't you join me?" Ink didn't care anymore, Crowley could kill him without effort, so he decided he'd die in the best place he could think of, the branch of this tree. "I have no time for your games, you freak!" The king of hell yelled up. "It's not a game Crowley, I give up, kill me if you want. I tire of existence. The Winchesters aren't going anywhere." Crowley was about to blow his top. Here he was king of hell, arguing with a low leveled demon about lives that needed to be extinguished. "Fine, enjoy your return to the pit..."Crowley trailed off as he had just watched the incubus disappear.