"Maleficus"

Author: PsychoKittyUK
Category: Slash
Rating: M+
Content Warnings: WINCEST. (Set before Provenance)

Disclaimer: They are not mine nor is Supernatural. I wish they were, cuz oh the fun i'd have!
If you don't like Slash, then don't read it!
All feedback is loved and welcome!

Ok, this is it, the third and final installment in this Trilogy.

Thischapter is a little short, but hopefully you'll still like it.

Thanks again to everyone who's reviewed the previous two stories!
Here we go!

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Chapter 1

As the brothers drove along Route 202, they had just passed through Danville, Maine. Dean did not want to stop, which had pissed Sam off.

"We could have just stopped for a minute Dean."

"The longer we take to get to Hallowell, the more chance this bitch has at us. And I for one do not wanna get cursed again. Thank you very much."

"Well nothing has happened so far, maybe we beat her."

"Do you really believe that?"

"Maybe."

"Well I ain't gonna believe it's over until I have salted and burned her sorry ass."

"We still could have stopped."

"Quit whining."

Up ahead there is a red car off on the verge, it's front tire has blown. Dean immediately slows down, stops and jumps out of the car. In the driver's seat is a young woman, blood dripping from her forehead, unconcious.

Dean has the door open as Sam dials 911. As soon as Dean feels for a pulse, an electric shock hits him as white light blinds his eyes. He slumps to the ground like a lump of lead. Sam, having finished his conversation with the operator, races to his brother's side.

"Dean? Dean?"

HIs brother doesn't answer, Sam checks him and is relieved to see he is breathing ok. He cannot see any injuries.

"What the hell happened?" He says to himself out loud.

In the distant, sirens can be heard. Sam cradles his brother in his lap.

Dean comes to, while the Paramedics are putting the young woman into the ambulance.

"Wha'. What happened?"

"You just fainted."

"No! I didn't. I don't faint."

"Yes Dean. You did."

"No Sammy. You must be mistaken. I, Dean Winchester, did not faint!"

"Ok. You closed your eyes and hit the dirt, but you didn't faint." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Damn straight I didn't faint. And don't you ever say I did again! OK?"

"Whatever."

"Excuse me Sir, are either of you riding with the young woman?" A Paramedic in his forties asked them.

"Er. No we'll follow in our car." Dean replied.

"Are you sure you want to drive? After your fainting spell..."

"I DIDN'T FAINT! Damn It!"

"Don't worry, I'll be the one driving." Sam assured the man.

"Very well. We'll be taking her to Danville Memorial."

"Thank you."

The ambulance drove off and the Imapala followed, with Sam driving and Dean frowning constantly at Sam. Still adamant he hadn't fainted.
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TBC...