Katrina opened her eyes about ten minutes later, just as the demon had stated to her. She tried to move, but found herself to be restrained. Yes, she was restrained to a desk. Her legs attached to the legs of the desk. Gritting her teeth, the blonde made an attempt to free herself once again, but found herself to be far too weak for such a task. Then she heard a deep chuckle, and her lips closed together tightly. She froze, her eyes darting about, trying to spot the bastard who had placed her in this position. The demon bastard who she wanted out of Sam's body. The opportunity was so close and yet so far. It was so far from her grasp. She would just have to wait. To be patient. There was still time to save Sam.

"You wanna know something, Kat?" The demon spat out the last word- her nickname- as he approached Katrina closer and closer. The young blonde did not feel the need to answer him. Instead, Katrina just stared in the opposite direction from where he was standing. Her body was shaking. Shaking from anger. Not to mention..fear. The demon grasped her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes, "I asked you a question. It's not so polite to ignore someone when they ask you a question. Now.." He squeezed her chin tighter, causing Katrina to yelp in pain, as her eyebrows creased. She bit her lower lip as the demon in the form of Sam resumed speaking to her, slowly. Very slowly, "..answer. The. Question."

"Sure." Katrina blurted out, her voice cracking slightly. The demon let go of her chin and she opened her mouth again, looking up at him, "What is it that you want to tell me?" She tried to be brave. Bold. Composed. Unfortunately, the powerless feeling that coursed through Katrina was stronger than any of the other emotions- feelings- that were charging through her at the present moment. The demon chuckled, grinning maliciously, "You have so much spirit." He leaned forward, so that his lips brushed against hers, gently. However, he was not kissing her. He merely had a statement from her. "I like a girl with spirit.." He breathed out quietly to Katrina, who felt goosebumps form upon her pale skin. She growled lightly in irritation, her head beginning to throb, "You had a question. You told me you had a question. What is it?"

The demon leaned back and slapped her across the face, causing the golden haired beauty to grunt in pain. "Tsk, tsk. I have no patience for rudeness." He smirked. There was a silence in which followed that statement and then he spoke up, "Now to the question. Well, it wasn't really a question to begin with. It was more of a...statement." Katrina nodded, "Okay?' The demon averted his eyes down her body, then up again, his gaze traveling back up to Katrina's face as another grin crossed his lips, "Sam finds you to be quite the girl. He thinks you're beautiful, which I agree with." He chuckled, then continued, "Strong, which is a disagreement from me, but hey..everyone has their own opinions, right?"

"Right." Katrina answered, her tone sounding bitter and sarcastic. The demon tilted his head, "He has wanted you for..ages." He moved close to her once again and breathed, "And now, he can have that experience." He paused, then laughed quietly, "Well...half of it, anyway." He flashed his teeth in another sickening grin and pressed his lips against Katrina's in a hard liplock. Katrina made sounds of protest, but the demon held her so tightly, along with her being restrained to the desk, that she could not budge. She was stuck.

As the demon kissed her heatedly- harshly, Katrina was trying her best to resist..from kissing back. Soon, though, and much to her own shock, she eventually was returning the gesture that was the liplock. Evil could be irresistable sometimes. She was a bad girl by nature. Or at that was what the blonde was labeled. However, in Katrina's mind, she was trying to imagine herself kissing Sam- the real Sam. Not this monster. That was the reality, though. She would use the picture in her mind to get through this predicament, though. Besides, what other choice did Katrina have?

The demon lifted his hand and stroked Katrina's cheek as their tongues laced together. Soon, his hand lowered onto Katrina's pelvic area, which was covered by her dark pair of pants. He rubbed the area gently, causing Kat to groan into the kiss of both guilt and pleasure. The demon merely smirked into their kiss as he stroked the area a bit more, then lifted his hand and undid the zipper of her pants. Moving up further he undid the button. After, he pried Katrina's legs from the confinement of the robes. He pulled her pants from her legs, leaving her in a frilly pair of black lace panties.

Even at her freedom, Katrina would not move. She stayed in the thrall of the demon before her. The demon that was touching her the way he was. The demon that she wished was really Sam and not a possessed form of the man she had become infatuated with. The man she was--

"Katrina!" The voice of none other than Dean Winchester filled the ears of both the demon and his gorgeous prey, stopping them. Stopping them, before they had engaged- explored- further in their desires. Their sinful desires. Gave into temptation. Took what they wanted out of eachother. The demon moved away from Katrina, causing her to collapse to the floor. Once on the floor, she gasped, snapping out of the trance she was in. The sexual infested trance. Her imagination that was Sam she was about to engage in intimacy with. Katrina scrambled, trying to get a hold of her pants as quickly as possible.

The door flew open suddenly. It was after Dean's many attempts to make fly open, it was finally so. He had kicked the door open. And by the time Dean had gotten inside of the room- the office - Katrina had her pants back on her legs. She was standing up and trying to keep as far away from the demon as possible. Guilt was coursing through her curvaceous form. The demon took in a glance at her and then turned the eldest Winchester, and growled at him. He then stated venomously, "You always ruin my fun." Sam's hues were now completely engulfed in black. Darkness.

Bobby Singer rushed into the room, and began to read the incantation from the book that was in his hands. The incantation, which would free Sam from this demon's possession. The demon averted it's black eyes to the ceiling of the room, finally discovering that there laid the symbol that was usually drawn to keep him in line. Along with other demons. The demon groaned in annoyance. How did he not notice that before? Now he was the one stuck, and his victim - the lovely Katrina Rogen had that gun back in her hand and was standing next to Dean who had a smirk on his lips, as he stated, "Time to go back to hell, Meg."

Katrina's brows narrowed, "Meg?" She was about to have sex with a Meg? What the hell? Dean just turned his gaze on her and stated, "Long story." Then his gaze fell back on the demon, who was writhing in pain, until finally, the gray- almost black - smoke appeared and twirled away out of their sight. Sam's body fell to the ground, just as Katrina was about to question more about this Meg, but as soon as the body hit the floor, the blonde's blue irises fell on Sam and she rushed over to him. As did Dean. Katrina placed Sam's head in her lap. Sam opened his eyes. He blinked several times, only to see he was in the care of Katrina. He glanced to the side and saw Dean and Bobby, too, from a couple feet away.

"What happened?" Sam questioned, leaning upward with the help of Katrina. Sam lifted his hand and placed it upon his head, wincing slightly from the pain that flew into his mind.

"Meg." Dean answered simply.
This caused Kat to roll her eyes and blurt out, somewhat loudly, "Who the hell is Meg?"

"Long story." Sam and Dean answered at the same time, and Katrina groaned, "Fine. Whatever."

Everything that happened that day, hopefully Sam would bring it up to Katrina. For now, though, she was glad that he was back. She was glad not to be prey anymore to a demon. A demon in the form of Sam Winchester. The man that she found herself falling for. And him being taken with her, as well.