Okay, so this story needs a little explanation and set up before it happens. Again, if you've read the my other story you have gotten a little about this already, if not that's okay.

Okay, so I'm in the RP thing online and it's a HUGE fan-fic cross-over thing, with our own base story line that pulls in everything else. A lot of original plot is focused on a myths of old gods and goddess with our own twist on it all. That's the very short or a very long story, really. This RP thing has been going on of years now.

So, you've got that- this story is part of the our own mythos universe. We love Supernatural so that plays a huge part in our story right now. To give you background so stuff isn't just happening, in our plot line Dean made a deal with the God of Death, we call him Goth, in order to try and get out of his deal for selling his soul.

However, it didn't work too well- Dean still went to hell, but he can now borrow the power of vampire death god to make up for the how 'going to hell thing'. Also, Dean was given an book with all sorts of information on demons, spells, and all sort of useful information. But the Book is really an incubus in the form of a book- but bound to server whoever knows his true name- which Dean does.

Also- Sam is Azazle's son, not just one of the psych kids. Their father was brought back to life to help with the whole world is ending thing, and there is all sorts of drama there that I don't want to go into.

This is set in the time right before Sam and Dead find the 'he-witch' Patrick who is playing a poker game for years of people's lives. So…yes. Have fun, lord knows I did.

Oh, yeah- there is going to be male and male sex....and maybe winsest. So if you don't like, you might have to hit the 'back botton' over there...or...you could try it on and see how it fits you. ^_^ You can also put it back later....

Dean was still in the shower, being connected to a teenage god's raging hormones and being in the same small space as the most powerful incubus to ever walk the earth was taking a toll. Dean wanted Book, Sam could see that. He just hoped he could keep Dean from doing something he would never live down. Sam was feeling the pull of sex demon, everything around the demon could feel the pull. There was transference of arousal that could happen if Book became turned on or excited. It was a powerful tool; they had already seen bars full of bikers almost brake out into orgies thanks to him walking into the room.

Both Book and Cas had explained that it really wasn't the demon's fault for giving off that sort of pull. It was how the demon would have hunted if he was free to do so. It was part of the incubus and he could no more control that side of his powers than Sam could stop breathing altogether. So there were a lot of cold showers going around.

The incubus, so named 'Book' because he was so powerful one day he looked to the heaves and called down an angel and tainted the holy being in one night. Just to prove that he could. To stop that from ever happening again the gods of old turned him into a book. They did so for three reason, one being that they would have a being that would remember things that might otherwise be forgotten, two, as a book people would still touch the incubus thus keeping the being just on the edge of sanity, and three to keep the angels from killing him. The gods where very adamant about keeping the demon alive.

When Book had been given to Dean, h was also given the demons true name. This way his older brother would have control over thing and if needed could unleash the incubus' full power, which would be scary. However, even if the incubus was set free, he would still be bound from feeding off humans. Simply put, it would have been unfair to let Book use his full powers on a human. It was unfair to let Book use any of his power around humans. Sadly neither Sam nor Dean fell into the 100% human category so they felt, in the form of lust, the demon's hunger when they were around him. Even with Book doing his very best to keep that power muted as possible, they still felt it. One the up-side, neither Sam nor Dean had a single bad dream anymore. One the down side, morning had become a little awkward for the brothers.

They had come to this town because a young man in his late 20s had died of old age. They had first been worried that a succubus or incubus was in town. Sex demons did not feed off souls. But rather feed off whatever it was that kept things alive, which is why they slept with people. Sex was how new life was mad and a succubus or incubus would feed off that energy, however they also happened to feed off the life of whatever they were sleeping with. That was how some very young people died of heart-failure or similar things like that.

But Book had not felt another of his kind so their best bet it was a witch or demon. Something nasty at any rate. They didn't have to ask Book if he hadn't felt one of his own, the fact that he hadn't jumped out of the car and ran off was all they needed to know.

They're father, 'Dean's father', Sam thought, had just been brought back to life. Sam was grateful that the old gods had found a way into their lives, if they had not he would have never meet The Goddess of Victory. Meeting her had woken a part of him he thought had died along with Jessica. But it did make their already very, very, VERY abnormal lives much more so.

Which was why John Winchester was now back from the dead. It was touching that the man had left Heaven for them- but he was so gun-oh about killing Jesse, the boy who was half-demon and thus the antichrist they had found a few weeks back. It had put a damper on the whole thing. At least for Sam, who had found out who his real was not weeks before. It had solved the mystery of why the Yellowed eyed Demon had so cared for him above all the others.

So they had parted company with John, Sam no longer knew what to feel about the man. It had also been difficult before, but now...thinking about it was painful. He was the son of the thing that had killed the women John was in love with. Now more than ever before he had even less of an idea what John felt about him.

But Dean, as always seemed only to want them to be a family. Like they 'used to', Sam no longer felt they had ever been a family. Not with John. Sam felt it was unfair to John to expect him to act like Sam was his own son. Dean was his family…and a demon that had killed his girlfriend and mother. John had come to this town ahead of them and was keeping his head down. Sam couldn't make up his mind if it made things better or worse.

'It might be for the best right now.' Sam thought, 'We don't really need to be yelling at each other right now. Better to do that after people stopped dying.' There was a knock on the door that made Sam jump. Book's eye that had been glued to the bathroom door- moved from the door of the motel room to Sam, "I'll get it, stand clear." Book got up and moved to the door,

"Who is it?" he called through the door.

"Room service!" A female voice answered behind the door.

"We didn't order anything…"

"No, the note says this is from a Mr. John Winchester."

Book opened the door and took the food inside closing it on the women.

"You should have given her a tip or something…" Sam said walking to the food smiling a little bit. John and set them a plate of burgers and fries and two cans of soda, a Dr. Pepper and Diet Coke. Sam picked up the note reading 'Thought you'd be hungry', he grinded a little at the fact that their father..John, had thought enough to send them food. It didn't escape Sam's notice that there wasn't enough soda, or food for all three of them. John did not like Book. Book however, liked everyone…a little too much.

Sam grabbed the Dr. Pepper opened it and stated to drink- leaving the Diet Coke for Dean just to bug him. It was still cold, Sam didn't think he was this hungry but now that there was food out in front of him he felt ravenous. Picking up one of the burgers he dug into it. God it was good.

Dean opened the door to the bathroom, he was fully clothed, shivering, and his lips looked just a little on the blue side. Sam guessed Dean had taken a VERY cold shower. But as his older brother's eyes fell first on Book and then the food, Sam had to guess that it hadn't helped.

"When did you guys go out and get food?" Dean asked staying close to the bathroom. He didn't want to walk over to the food, it smelled amazing but he would have to pass by the bed that Book was sitting on, Dean felt his mouth water- and it wasn't for the food.

"It's from John..." Sam said around a mouth-full of burger that he washed down with the soda.

"That was nice. I guess, did he bring it or send it?" Dean asked

Sam laughed a little. "He sent it. Sent 'room service' to us." Sam stood to pick up his laptop from the bedside table. As he walked the room began to wobble a little, he left shaky and hot he sat on the bed to keep from crashing to the floor. He fall on his back with a soft little moan once he reached the bed. Sam began to feel not only hot but he started to feel an odd pain he can't name.

"Sam! Sammy!" Dean was shaking Sam, "Sam, talk to me! Please! Come on!" Dean felt panic bubble up inside him. Book took a bite of the food, "There is no poison- not that I can taste."

Sam reached up to Dean's face, letting his fingers rub over the stubble on his brother's face. It was rough over the soft skin, Sam smiled it felt nice. Dean stood up, pushing Sam's hand away. "Book- what the hell? He's acting like he's high or something? What the hell was in that food?" Dean asked, pushing Sam's hand away from his face again.

Book picked up the soda and took a sip. He shook his head. "I've got nothing."

"Dean, your hair its…its nice." Sam moaned he now knew where that odd pain was coming from. He was hard and it was pressing against his pants it would soon become very painful if he didn't do something.

"My hair," Dean looked back at Book, "What the hell? What is going on?" the panic started to bubble over.

"Oh…okay…this isn't poison. But he is drugged." Book said. If Dean wasn't panicking he might have heard the tremble in Book's voice. The same tremble that was in Sam's voice.

....So, why do you think? Oh- there is more. My Bate just needs to get to it frist.