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Chapter 2

The house looked normal enough. This alone caused Dean's nerves to settle down a little. On the way over his heartbreak had settled down a lot. He was convinced that he had only been overreacting due the number of things that had gone wrong recently, besides Sam could take care of himself. Dean tilted his head as he thought this not sure if he truly believed it or not. He then opened the door of the Impala and pushed the door closed behind him. A small black spider sat on the hood of his car and Dean nonchalantly brushed it off. No spiders were going to sit on top of his baby.


Sam lay on a soft-warm bed. This fact seemed minor, he had a headache the size of Texas and struggled to remember where he was, needless to say the bed was the last thing on his mind. That's when everything came back to him, the bar, the girl, Dean nodding his approval. 'Dean!' Sam thought abruptly. 'Dean was going to kill him they were supposed to leave this morning.'

Sam moved to sit up but quickly realized that he couldn't, looking down he tried to find what was holding him. His breathing quicken when he saw the nearly translucent thin cords that seemed to tie him to the bed. He struggled trying to break his way out when his captor came in.

She was wearing a small black dress that reached only her mid-thighs; the back was cut out, leaving alternating sections of lightly tanned skin and black satin. Her moves were graceful as she walked over to him putting down the tray of food that she had been carrying on the small mahogany table.

"I'm so glad you're awake, Sammy." She almost purred sitting beside Sam on the bed. "I've missed you."

Sam paused unsure of what to say but then decided to go with the obvious. "Why am I tied up?"

"You don't remember last night's game?" she giggled lightly as she reached out to pull away the fastenings that held him to the bed. "You were pretty out of it."

Sam sat up hesitantly at first, unsure what to think about the beautiful woman that sat in front of him. "Sam. It's not like we're strangers." She leaned forward and gently placed her hand behind Sam's head gently pulling him toward her awaiting lips. Sam attempted to resist but everything just seemed right. He leaned in, allowing himself to be pulled into the kiss that she offered.


Dean paused at the door unsure of whether he wanted to go through with knocking or not. Sam really did need a release and if this was where he was finding it then who was he to get in the way. Leaving town could wait another day. Dean was just about to turn around when he looked through the kitchen window and saw the woman that Sam had picked up the previous night. Dean let out a low whistle shaking his head, "Ya did good Sammy." Dean watched as the woman leaned over to get something from the fridge and blanched as she held up a bowl full of glistening red liquid.

The woman soon left the kitchen heading back further into the house. Dean had to get Sammy outta there now.


Sam waited with bated breath for Cynthia to come back. He had never felt such strong attraction, and his head spun with anticipation. In fact his vision even swam making it very difficult to take in his surroundings. How long had he even known Cynthia? Where was he? Where was Dean? The younger Winchester knew he knew the answers to these questions yet he couldn't seem to think of them…in fact he couldn't really think about anything except Cynthia.

He was just starting to stand when she came in again. "Sam? What are you doing up I told you I'd be right back. I just had to run to the kitchen." The woman's tone dripped with innocence and an almost shyness.

"I was going to come and find you. I missed you." Sam's mouth seemed to answer of its own accord, his brain still screaming for the answers to the questions he wanted to ask.

"Oh don't be silly, I'll never leave you. You should know that." Cynthia walked toward him in a seductive manner, pushing him gently onto the bed behind him.


Dean watched as the Jessica Alba competition got into her car and pulled out on the road towards town being careful not to be spotted. He had recently moved the Impala to a less known location. As soon as the black sports car pulled around the corner he pulled out the paper clip that always stayed within his pocket and began working on the front doors lock.

In a few short seconds he was in, surveying his surroundings with care. He walked quickly and lightly, his semi-automatic pointed at the ground. His instincts were on red alert and still trying to figure out what he was dealing with.

Dean was coming to the end of the house when he found the bedroom. Sam laid still, his eyes closed. "Sam, Sammy!" The oldest Winchester's heart jumped into his throat as he reached his brothers side. He immediately checked his vitals, almost surprised to feel them going strong. Dean reached over to shake his sleeping brother noticing the slight discoloration around Sam's lips.

Sam groaned as he woke from a deep sleep, "Waahh?"

"Sammy! You okay? We got to get out of here!" Dean spoke hurried not liking the idea of being in the house whenever that thing got back.

"Dean. What are you talking about?"Sam laughed lightly "Go get your own girl!" As Sammy said this he started closing his eyes again.

"Sammy. This girl isn't what she seems." Dean paused looking into his brothers eyes. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong Dean. I'm in love, it's that simple. Cynthia is the perfect girl for me." Sam stated in a dreamy tone which only started to fade as his head began to throb once again.

"Sam, listen to me. You do not love that thing. Got it?" Dean paused still noticing the cloudy look in his eyes. "We have to go now."

"NO! I won't go, Cynthia needs me!" Sam spoke this just as Dean glanced at the clock, they needed to move.

Sam had just stood up when Dean's fist hit him in the temple, affectively knocking Sam back onto the bed he had just left. "Sorry Sammy, I just don't have time for this."

Dean heaved his brother over his shoulder, "Never should've let him eat so many Wheaties." He grunted out as his knees shook under the weight.


After some struggle Dean was back in the Impala driving with haste toward the motel they had been staying in wanting to get there before his lovesick brother woke up.

Silence reined the vehicle as Sam slept soundly and Dean ran through what he knew about the creature they were dealing with; "We have a lot of research to do Sammy."

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