It was the buzz of his phone that woke Dean from his sleep. He looked up at the alarm clock it was seven in the morning, he tried to ignore the ringing sound but he knew he couldn't. He reached over to the night stand and picked up his phone.

"Bobby?" Dean brought the tiny black phone to his face.

"Yeah who else would it be," Bobby ignored the groans in the background "Oh suck it up, I found some more information about you night creature."

"Yeah what you got?"

"I think you might be dealing with an incubus."

Dean paused "A dream predator? Like Freddie?"

"Yeah, except when you dream of her you don't wake up."

"How is she getting to them? What is she, night walking?"

"Well the lore says different things, but the strongest lead we got is that they usually hide up in objects that hold the last victim's memories."

"How is she hopping from man to man? They all bought different objects." This was really puzzling Dean, not many creatures that were object attached could move around like that.

"Not sure, but maybe they touched the same object or-"

"The painting!" Dean nearly shouted.

"The what?"

"The painting at the auction house, the auction woman said everyone stops by and looks at it. Maybe they touched it by mistake. I'll send Sam on an info hunt. How do we kill it?"

"Lore doesn't say, but my bet is to get rid of that painting."

"Thanks Bobby." Dean hug up the phone and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He looked around for Sam but he must have went out for a walk. Dean cleaned up and heated up his left over curly fries from the diner. Sam walked in carrying a plastic bag full of food and a case of beer. He walked over to the little table in their room and sat his bag on the table. He handed a beer to Dean.

"I did some research on the painting, turns out the thing was donated by a Wendy Huskin."

Dean eyed Sam, grabbing his curly fries from the microwave.

"And get this, her grandfather also died of a coma." Sam pulled a salad out of his plastic bag and sat it on the table.

Dean nodded. It was starting to come together now. "Bobby called, he thinks we're dealing with an incubus."

Sam took a bite of his salad and nodded. They had dealt with similar creatures in the past. "What did he say about killing it?"

"Don't know, but I'll beat my ass that it has something to do with that painting."

They cleaned up and headed back to the auction house, it was Thursday and the auction house was closed. They parked a few blocks away and walked around back. It didn't look like there was anyone in there, but as soon as they were about to break in Akca and another gentlemen walked up behind them.

"The answer is yes by the way." Akca said calmly, with a bemused look on her face.

They boys nearly jumped out of their skins, when they turned around and saw Akca standing next to a man carrying a large brown box.

"Ah-" Dean nervously wiped the wrinkles off his jeans.

Akca giggled "Yes, the gallery is closed. You two were wondering if the gallery was open right?"

Dean looked at Sam "Yeah, yeah we were checking-"

"The door-" Sam added.

"Back door, front door," Dean laughed nervously.

Akca laughed at the boys, she always thought it was funny when she snuck up on people, she loved their reactions. "This is my boss Karen Huffulin. He just got back into town."

The man shifted the box to one hand, tucking it under his arm pit. "Howdy boys" the tall lanky man shook their hands.

Akca looked at her boss "They're new in town and were interested in the charity auction."

"Is that so," the man's face lit up "Well come right in!"

Sam and Dean were surprised at how friendly the man was. Huffulin let them in and gladly gave them a full tour of the auction house. He and Akca were both in charge of the charity auction and often came in on their days off to help set up. Akca gave Sam a special look at the items going up for tomorrow auction, while Huffulin showed Dean the art on the main floor.

Huffulin unlocked the sliding doors to the main gallery and lead Dean in. "And you couldn't image the bosom on her, I haven't seen a rack like that since college!" the tall skinny man joked.

Dean laughed along with him "You don't say." He was beginning to like this guy.

They both stopped in front of the painting of Snow.

"So she's a big saler?" Dean asked.

"Oh yes! All the boys give her all the attention. I have never seen an oil painting so detailed, it's almost like she trying to capture you with her eyes."

Dean laughed to himself "Yeah."

"But here's one of my favorite pieces," Huffulin turned his attention to the necklace in the glass case. "This baby right here,"

Dean watched as the man unlocked the case and lifted the pretty red gem stone necklace from the manikin neck.

"It's a piece of custom jewelry yes, but I just love how it goes with the painting." The man placed the necklace up to the painting, rubbing the frame of the painting ever so gently. "Here, feel the stone, it's very smooth for a fake."

Dean had to agree it was a nice necklace and very smooth to the touch, but he was here for the painting. He and Sam would be back for her later tonight. Akca and Sam came from the back office, Akca was smiling from ear to ear and Sam was furiously brushing down his ruffled hair and straightening out his jacket. Sam made a b-line for Dean once in the clear.

"See you boys soon," Akca winked at Sam.

Sam nodded quickly, ignoring the funny looks Dean was giving him, they turned heel and headed for the car.

"So Sam," Dean laughed as if he knew exactly what his little brother had been up to.

"Shut up Dean." Sam rolled his eyes.

The sun was beating down on the Impala as she speed down the highway at 90 miles per hour. Dean blasted his favorite song, tapping his thumbs on the black leather steering wheel. The windows were down and the air was rushing through the impala like a hurricane. Dean hit the gas pushing her up to 100 miles per hour. The engine rawred. She sounded good, he could not have asked for a better day.

The sun beat down on the road causing heat waves to move across the horizon. Up ahead was the reflection of another car. Dean tilted down his sunglasses, it looked like someone was broke down on the road. Dean slowed up the Impala stopping next to the car which had its hood up.

"Needs some help?" Dean flashed one of his award winning smiles.

A tall blonde in a red bikini top, booty shirts and high heels walked from under the hood. "Yeah, if you think you can handle it"

"Dean?" Sam nudged his brother. "Dean!"

"I'm up I'm up," Dean groaned, he hated being woken up from a nap, especially if he was having a nice dream. "I'm up what is it?"

Sam stared at him with a stone cold look "Huffulin."

Dean raised an eyebrow, as he looked at the text on Sam's phone.

Dr. Heffer had texted Sam as soon as he was finished looking at the body. Just like the others a perfectly healthy man had falling into a coma. The boys knew they had to act fast if they wanted to stop this from happening to anyway else and save Huffulin. They geared up and headed to the auction house, it was three in the morning and the place was empty. They broke in through the back door and headed straight to the main office to get the keys to the gallery.

Sam waited at the door to the main gallery for Dean to get back with the keys. Once Dean had the keys, they got in and bagged the painting being extra careful not to touch it. They drove it out to the nearest clearing and burned it.

"That should do it." Dean put his lighter back into his pocket.

Sam nodded. The boys headed for the car.

The next morning Sam woke up at his usual time and decided to hit the books on the incubus to make sure the think was dead. He texted Dr. Heffer to see if any of the men's condition had improved, but all the men were still in a coma. Even though they had burned the painting. It looks like this case was far from over.

The bar was packed with patrons, folks were crowded around poker tables, lined all around the bar, and walls. Dean walked in through the double doors in his token black leather jacket and blue jeans. A few folks at the bar gave him dirty looks and stared him down as he walked up to the bar. Dean ignored them instead turning his attention a thin blonde haired woman in a tiny black dress and heels sitting at the bar.

"Let's say you and me ditch this dump and head back to my place?" Dean raised his thick brown eye brows, seducing her with his hunter's charm.

The blonde smiled and grabbed her purse and inched closer to Dean. Her cherry red lips moving just inches away from his ear.

"I'd thought you'd never ask." She leaned back, popping her chest out ever so subtlety. She batted her beautiful big brown eyes and moved in for a kiss, their lips just inches away.

Ring-Ring, the noise from Dean's cell phone cooed him right out of his dream. He groaned and reached for the phone in irritation.

"Yeah?" Dean didn't try to hide his irritation.

"I got some more info on your incubus." Bobby ignored Dean's winy tone.

"Go head Bobby" Dean sat up in bed.

"Lore says that incubus are tied to different objects-"

"Based on memory yeah, yeah-"

"Would you shut up and let me finish, the incubus are tied to objects that its first victim holds dear, but just touching the object ain't enough, the incubus still has to make contact with you in the dream world. It's usually through hugging or kissing."

Dean nodded, cracking open a warm beer that was on the night stand from last night "That'll explain the john's wet dreams. Go on."

"It's a two parter, once the vic touches the object and the incubus lays the first seed he's done."

"It still doesn't explain how she gets back, none of the johns returned the art-"

"Let me finish," Bobby was never surprised at how impatient the boys were "She's using this two way connection to form a bridge between her and her victims."

"Like laying out bread crumbs or something?"

"Exactly."

"And if we get rid of the object, the men should pop right back to life?" Dean asked, fingering the can of beer.

"Not exactly, she feds on the men's essence. Once she's finished their finished."

"Dammit, how long do you think they got until they get capped?" Dean took another sip from his beer.

"I don't know maybe two or three days all depends on when the men make the final contact."

Dean cursed under his breath "Alright, thanks Bobby." Dean was frustrated he couldn't save the other men, but at least this whole incubus business was over.

Sam had just walked in at the end of their conversation, he looked like he had some pressing news.

"The johns are still in a coma." Sam said as he rushed around the room for the keys.

"What all of them? How, we burned the painting." There were clear signs of irritation on the hunter's face.

"Yeah, well maybe there's something else." Sam found the keys. "I'm heading to the gallery."

"Alright well Bobby called looks like Johns one thru six are done for, seems like when Freddie hits she don't give back."

Sam nodded and headed for the door. "You coming?"

"Nah, I'll hang back in case Bobby calls, text me as soon as you find something."

Sam nodded, closing the door behind him.

Dean finished his beer and looked down at the clock it wasn't even nine yet and he was still drowsy with sleep. He sighed and laid back in bed hoping to get a few more minutes of sleep.

When Sam arrived at the auction house the place was swarming with police. Sam forgot that they had broken in last night and there was bound to be some repercussions. He parked Impala and searched the crowd for a familiar face. He saw Akca and ran right for her.

"Akca." Sam could see she was clearly upset.

"Oh Sam, someone broke in and stole the Snow painting." Akca's face was riddled with grief.

"I'm sorry to hear that, ah did they take anything else?" Sam had to ask even though he knew no one had taken anything else.

She shook her head "No, and it looks like the Charity Auction will have to be put on hold. What rotten luck." She groaned so distress.

"Hey look, my day job is FBI maybe I could take a look into it for you." Sam offered, he needed to get inside and with all the cops checking out the place it was going to be hard.

"You'd do that?"

"Yeah," Sam smiled.

"Oh thank you Sam," Akca lead them both back into the gallery. The sheriff and a few deputies were taking a few statements. Akca got them past all of them and lead Sam to Huffulin's office. "I just don't know what we're going to do, that Dream Mistress painting was going to be a top seller."

Sam gave her a halfhearted nod as he searched the office for anything else the men might have touched. Dean said all the men were done for except Huffulin so that meant he still had time. He searched the drawers, as Akca looked out the window. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a picture of a collage on Huffulin's desk. It was cut out pictures of all the men wearing the red gem stone necklace next to the painting.

"Akca what's this?" Sam grabbed the picture.

Akca turned around "Oh that's just the buyers from the charity auctions,"

"Yeah I get that but why are they all wearing that necklace?"

Akca walked up behind Sam "Oh, Karen likes to get mementos of all the buyers, he makes them wear the necklace, kind of like an honored thank you." She smiled.

Sam dropped the picture and ran out of the office, leaving Akca alone and confused. He headed to the main gallery to get the necklace but the glass box was open and the necklace was gone. He pushed through the crowd, rubbing his hands through his hair. Where on earth could it have gone? Sam looked around the room and saw some cops taking some boxes outside. He pushed through the crowd and caught up to one of the officers.

Sam flashed his FBI badge "Where's the necklace?" he asked one of the cops.

The older man gave him a strange look "Guess you didn't get the memo, but it was a double robbery."

Sam stood in shock as he watched the cops walk back to their cars. A double robbery was impossible, Sam and Dean were the ones who took the painting and nothing else. Someone must have snuck in after them or came in early to take the necklace. Sam was going to need Dean in on this one.

Sam took out his phone and dialed Dean's number, it rang and went straight to voice mail. Sam huffed when he heard the voice mail message, Dean must have fallen back to sleep. "Yo Dean it's Sam, the painting wasn't the cursed object it was the necklace. I'm heading back to the room, be ready we need to get a handle on this now." Sam ended the called and headed for the car.

Dean was kicking back in his five star hotel room, watching TV on one of the biggest big screen TVs he had ever seen. He was dressed in nothing more than a white cotton robe and was kicking back nicely on the memory foam bed. There was a knock at the door and the sound of a woman's voice called behind it.

"Room service."

Dean hopped out of bed and looked through the peep hole, in front of him was a tall busty blonde haired woman and she was standing next to a cart with silver dishes on it. She smiled as if she knew Dean was checking her out so she smiled which made her red lipstick shine. Dean opened the door and the server walked right in. She was wearing the smallest and tightest black and white maid outfit Dean had ever seen.

"So what's on the menu," Dean grinned as he closed the door.

The woman turned around staring Dean straight in the eyes as she pulled at the ribbons at the top of her bust.

"That's up to you big boy." She reached for two cans of whipped cream on the dinner cart.

When Sam got back to the room he was surprised to see that Dean was still sleeping. Sam made his way to the bed.

"Dean get up, we gotta go, it's the necklace." Sam headed to the bathroom and relieve himself at record speeds. When he didn't hear anything he called for Dean to get up again, as he finished washing his hands. "Come on Dean we don't have time for this." Sam walked around the bed and looked at his brother. "Dean?" Sam shook his shoulders, when he didn't come to the panic started to set in. "Dean!"

Sam shouted in vein, his brother must have touched the necklace and Dean was stuck in dream land with a deadly incubus. He couldn't fight both fronts at the same time, but he knew the longer Dean was trapped in there the worse off he would be. Sam disparately tried to think of anyone who would have took the necklace. It was a fake, only a piece of custom jewelry, Akca said it herself. That's when it hit him like a ton of bricks. Akca, she did say she loved the necklace and she always came in early too, not to mention she lied when he asked if anything else was stolen. It wouldn't mean anything to the gallery if a cheap red gem stoned necklace got stolen. Especially when everyone's looking for a missing fifty thousand dollar painting. It was the perfect crime of opportunity. Sam cursed himself for not realizing it before.

Sam paced around the room, he needed the find Akca fast but he couldn't leave Dean all alone. He needed help. "Hey ah Castiel, ah we're in a bind and we-"

A fluttering sound was heard and Castiel appeared right behind Sam "Yes Sam."

Sam jumped around when he heard his name, his nerves were all over the place. "Cas, that was fast."

Castiel tilted his head "You called me." The angel could sense there was something wrong with the hunter. "Is everything alright?" he ask instinctively.

"No not really, Dean is in trouble, he got involved with an incubus and he's trapped in his dreams. I gotta run back to the auction house and burn the cursed object. You think you could jump in and help Dean?"

This would be a lot to follow for a normal person but Castiel understood immediately "Of course Sam."

"Thanks Cas," Sam ran for the door, shutting it behind him.

Castiel turned around and walked over to Dean, something did seem a little off about him. The angel had never seen the hunter so peaceful even when he watched him sleep. Castiel placed a hand on Dean's forehead and transferred his mind into the hunter.

Castiel found himself in a sea of grey clouds. There was nothing to see for miles, because the cloud coverage was so thick. When he tried to clear the clouds he found that his angel powers did not work here, there must be some other force at work. As soon as Cas was about to turn heel and search the area a dim light bounced off the clouds revealing a round bed covered in shimmery pearl colored sheets. The bed was full of large fluffy pillows and the head board was carved out of beautiful dark brown mahogany. Laying in the middle of the bed was none other than Dean, he was leaning on one arm draped in nothing more than a thin sheet that covered his waist.

The sight of Dean's shimmering body half naked on the bed was making Castiel a little uncomfortable.

"Dean?" Castiel headed straight for him.

"Yes my angel." Dean's green eyes met Castiel's blue eyes and sent tremors down the angel's spine.

"Dean you're in grave danger, there is an incubus taking control of your body. It is imperative that you come with me at once." Cas was standing at the edge of the bed.

Dean frowned a little with false concern and crawled slowly to the edge of the bed. Where he sat up, legs apart. The sheet was barely coving him now and Castiel could clearly make out the outline of Dean's cock.

Castiel coughed uncomfortably, unsure why he would be uncomfortable in this situation at all. "Dean we have to go, now." He said with a little less force than he intended.

Dean looked at Castiel with worry, but a small grin formed on his face. He gave Castiel the cutest puppy dog eyes before reaching out and pulling Castiel in for a hung. His arms sat above Castiel's butt and Dean buried his face into the angel's stomach. Castiel's breath hitched at the sudden pressure in his lower regions. He tired pulling away, but he had no power here.

Sam reached the gallery in record time. There were still a fair amount of cops surrounding the building. Sam jumped out of the car and ran straight inside of the gallery. He searched the main gallery and Huffulin's office, but Akca was no where to be found. Sam searched around to see if he could find any other employees that might have seen Akca.

"Have you seen Akca?" Sam splattered out at the first employee he saw.

The intense look on Sam's face scared the woman and she only pointed.

Sam followed her fingers to an exit door. "Thank you!" before dashing to the door.

Sam burst through the doors, which lead to the back employee parking lot. There he saw Akca standing next to her car.

"Akca!" Sam caught her off guard and in her fright she dropped the stolen necklace.

Dean maintained his grip around Castiel's waist, despite Castiel's obvious discomfort. Dean looked up catching Castiel's eyes in an intense stare.

"Now, dear Castiel don't tell me you want to leave right now." Dean's words rolled off his tongue, but they did not sound like Dean's words. Dean pulled Castiel closer.

Castiel was stricken speechless because Dean was now burrowing his head into his groin. The angel let out a soft groan, which made Dean nudge a little harder. Castiel's walls of clarity where beginning to fall as he watched Dean taunt and tease him below.

"My angel before you slip away, let me have you." Dean bit the strap of Castiel's belt and pulled it away with his teeth. Once the belt was unloose the pants became loose and the hunter pulled them away. Relief floored over the angel's body when the restricting clothes were removed.

Dean wasted no time in robbing his nose at the base of Castiel's growing erection. Each rub was rewarded by a soft throaty moan from Castiel. The angel didn't pull away, some part of him wanted whatever was about to happen, a part of him he rarely acknowledged. Once satisfied with exploring the angel's plain white boxers, the hunter pulled the undergarments down. Castiel gasped at the sudden freedom, shutting his eyes. When he opened them and looked down he was meet by a familiar pair of deep green eyes.

"I'll never let you go." Dean whispered into the tip of Castiel's penis before taking the entire thing in. Castel moaned loudly, tilting his head back. He would have fallen over if Dean wasn't supporting him. Dean gently sucked and hummed, stripping away any reservation the angel may have had left. Castiel's hips unconscious thrusting into the hunter's mouth.

"Dean-" Castiel grabbed a ball of Dean's hair, encouraging him to move faster. Dean happily obliged, nestling his face deep in the angel's curly hair.

"Ah-" Castiel cried, as he picked up the pace, trusting harshly into the back of Dean's throat. The sensation of Castiel's tip hit the back of the hunter's mouth was indescribable. "Oh Dean!" Cas shouted as he neared his climax.

The hunter only smirked, as the image of a woman with black hair appeared behind him. "Gottcha, my little angel."