Stand in the Middle

Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural or Incubus by Crimson1 or the Karma Slave song

Summary: The boys come across a demon that Sam can't kill with his powers or the colt. What lengths will the boys go to, to send this fugly bastard back to hell? Set in Crimson1's Incubus universe; stand-alone.

Warning: Dean/Sasha/Dean

Rating: M for Mature, so if three men getting it on in graphic detail bothers you, when I tell you, go like this. *puts her hands over her eyes* …and no peeking!

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Today I'll be spinning on a Wheel
I'm a slave to a Wheel
And there isn't any stopping
What mistake(s) could I have made?
I'm a slave serving time for a life that I've forgotten.

I'm a slave of Karma
Spin the Wheel and I'm a king reborn
I'm a slave to Karma
I'm coming back, yeah, I'll be coming back
But for the last time.

Today I'm a king on the Wheel
Still a slave to the Wheel
But this time around I'm smiling
Keep me cautious, keep me safe, just in case there's a chance
I can leave this Wheel behind me.
Stand in the Middle and you won't get dizzy
Stand in the Middle and you won't fall down
If you stand in the Middle you can keep your balance
Stand in the Middle while the Wheel spins round and round...

I'm a slave of Karma
Spin the Wheel and I'm a king reborn
I'm a slave to Karma
I'm coming back, yeah, I'll be coming back
But for the last time.
I'm a slave of Karma
Spin the Wheel and I'm a King reborn
I'm a slave to Karma
I'm coming back, yeah, I'll be coming back
But for the last time.

How do all the Wheels inside the Wheels revolving,
Go on, and on, and on, and on, and on...
Spinning on the Wheel the souls of One evolving,
Live on, live on, live on, live on, live on...
Anyone who claims that they know the answer's coming back again...

Who's at the center of the Wheel
The inventor of the Wheel
or another spinning servant
I'm the Master of my Wheel of my very own Wheel
Universal and recurrent

I'm a slave of Karma
Spin the Wheel and I'm a King reborn
I'm a slave to Karma
I'm coming back, yeah, I'll be coming back but for the last time.

***

"Shamshir-e Zomorrodnegar" Sam spoke up after hours of research silence. "What's that?" Dean asked as he looked up from his own boring book, his eyes slightly glazed over, research, not exactly his favorite thing. Sam sat across from him, his computer set up next to Sasha's on the motel's two-seat kitchen table. Dean got the honor of book research on the bed.

"It's an emerald studded iron sword from the Persian legend of Amir Arslan. According to lore it's the only weapon that can kill Fulad-zereh. Amir wounded the demon with it, before sending the demon to hell." Sasha responded, scrubbing a weary hand through his already disarrayed red hair. Sasha looked awfully tempting all mussed like that, too bad they've had no time to play since they stumbled onto this hunt two weeks ago. The time in which Sasha would need to feed was quickly approaching.

"And that would be our fugly demon; back from hell and getting laid like an escapee freshly out of prison." Dean's eyes couldn't help but dart over to the stack of missing reports by Sam. There were 14 missing girls reported so far, all with traces of sulfur at the scene.

"The information is a match of our demon, from the invulnerability to every man made weapon and to the resistance to Sam's abilities. He even still kidnaps beautiful woman, just like in the legend…" Sasha's somber face matched Dean's mood. "Ages ranging from 14 to 19 …Most likely they are all virgins."

"What is it about virgins that are so appealing to demons? Are they like the other white meat?" Dean managed a fake half smile.

"Not funny, Dean" Sam said moodily.

Dean looked down to his book, a picture of a gibbering ghoul peered up at him in mid laugh. He cleared his throat, "So what does it say about him and this Shamshir-what's-it-sword?"

Sam gave out a frustrated sigh, "seems our hideous horned demon had a witch mother, used a charm to make Fulad-zereh's body invulnerable to all weapons except the blows of a specific sword called Shamshir-e Zomorrodnegar."

Dean took all that in, "so again I ask, what's so special about this sword?"

"This blade originally belonged to King Solomon; before stolen and is now carefully guarded by Fulad-zereh, not only because it was a valuable weapon, and indeed the only weapon that could harm the demon, but also because possessing it is a powerful charm against magic." Sam leaned back in his chair, stretching his long limbs into the air as he worked out a kink that developed from bending over his computer all day.

Sam mused to himself out loud, "Which is I bet, why I had such little influence on him… It goes on to say a wound inflicted by this sword could only be treated by a special potion made from a number of ingredients, including… Fulad-zereh's brains."

"Ugh, isn't that lovely. Great, so we now have a way to kill it. Still missing the vital information of where his nest is! So that leaves us with bubkiss on where to start looking for Shammy."

Sam hummed for a moment, "well, I think I may have a theory on that…"

***

"The Arnold Ice caves in Bend Oregon?!?" Dean threw his duffle a little more roughly than intended into the trunk of his beloved impala.

"Think about it Dean, what better place to stash it that no one would think to look for an ancient Persian sword, toured by the public, dark and contained, and not too far from our Demon's hunting grounds, so our Demon can keep an eye on it… It's a start, worth checking it out." Sam stated logically as he settled himself into his seat.

"Why not just keep it on him?" Sasha asked curiously from the back. Dean got in the car and started up the engine. Nothing soothed his frazzled nerves better than listening to his baby purr.

"Hmmm… most likely its presence causes the demon harm as well. The lore describes this sword as being imbued with King Solomon's hatred for demons, as well as his wisdom and fighting spirit. We are going to have to be careful; it's very likely the demon set some powerful magic in place to protect it from just anyone grabbing it."

Sam must be in geek mode bliss, Dean thought to himself as he pulled out of the motel parking lot and headed towards the highway. "That's not the only thing… remember, Sasha has an allergy to iron. The sword we need to kill the demon is iron…" Dean has added his two cents.

"I'll be okay to touch it." Sasha assured Dean, "just don't want to be cut by it, and considering the special nature of this sword, neither would you."

"Do you think he's keeping the girls in the caves too?"

"…If we're lucky." Nice answer.

"So… what kind of magical booby traps do you think we have to look forward to?" Dean asked Sam as he felt himself relax behind the steering wheel of his baby.

"Considering Fulad-zereh was chief general to the fairy king Malek Khazen, I think we can expect his traps to be very clever… and deadly."

Didn't that sound like a rainbows and kittens start to their hunt, Dean thought morbidly to himself.

***

The state or county or whoever had removed all the signs and identifying mile markers, so that it was next to impossible to find any of the caves around Bend. So there first stop was the US Forestry Service office for some information. A good portion of the caves were available for guided tours, but somehow Dean doubted the sword would be in any of those. There were also caves closed due to vandalism, so the boys decided to start there after dark and from there search the surrounding caves with an EMF detector.

Seeing as they were on a massive time crunch with a lot of ground to cover, Dean suggested they split up.

"I don't know Dean, if the Demon shows up, or if his traps are too much to handle… Sasha and I could handle our selves… but you…" Sam looked reluctant to continue.

Dean resented where Sam was going with this. "I believe we've had this conversation before Sam. No worries, I'm a big hunter… not sassquatch big… but still, I can take care of myself. And just for the record, Batman may not have had superpowers, but he still kicked some serious ass, looked good doing it too." Dean ended with a grin.

Sam looked like he still had some doubts, "our cell phones are most likely not going to work in the caves Dean, and I'm not sure if Sasha or I would be able to hear if you shouted for help."

"Looks like you're just going to have a little faith in your big brother, cause we are too short on time here Sam, we don't have time to be holding hands." With that Dean grabbed his duffle and EMF from the trunk, as well as the colt… not that it would do any good against their invincible demon, but still…

Sasha pulled Dean in for a quick kiss, their breath intermingling in wispy puffs in the chilled air. "If you don't find anything in the first cave, wait by the entrance. If your not there in an hour… I'm coming after you."

"Likewise… goes for you too Sammy…" Dean met eye contact with his brother. Without the need for words after all the years and hunts they've been on, his eyes said all he wanted to say.

With that, the boys split up, taking cave entrances not far from each other. It was bitch ass cold inside, and the cave gave signs of stretching on for miles into the bowels of the earth. Dean had his biggest flashlight out, with little affect, he couldn't see 20 feet in front of him. "Man, I fucking hate caves!" Dean grunted in frustration. Turned out Dean got lucky 30 minutes in, the EMF detector started going wild. This was starting to seem like a really bad idea, the trap could be anything, and they were far from help and the impala should the worse happen. Dean steadied his nerves and got the colt out and ready.

He wasn't exactly ready as he'd ever be but time was of the essence, the longer they took, the longer those missing girls were in the demon's grasp.

A/N: I've decided to divide this story into two parts. Plus I could use some input about caves, being as I hate going into caves… very creepy, so my caves just aren't coming across as realistic to me. Any feedback will help me get out the second part faster. It's funny what I've discovered about myself while writing this… the porn part comes naturally, but the walking through the cave… not so much. Please Review, I hope to polish the next part into believability before posting. Thanks! Let me know if you like what I've got so far! I wonder if any of you can guess how I'm going to do the Dean/Sasha/Dean scene… heh, not likely. But here's a clue… I got my inspiration from the crossover for 300 I wrote in Dream a little Dream of Incubus… and no it's not a dream. =cP