*This chapter takes place during Season 3, in between episodes 3 and 4.
CHAPTER 2- LUXURIA
Sunday June 3, 2007
Chelsea, Manhattan
New York City, New York
"Well, Bobby was right. There is something weird going on here." Sam said. They had just arrived in New York City and Sam had been trying to figure this case out soon before Dean lost it completely. "According to the reports, each boy was killed the night after a full moon."
"So what have we got? Werewolves?" Dean said. He was idly flipping through the channels of the motel's cheap black and white television.
"No, I don't think so. The vics had their hearts intact and the murder didn't happen until after the full moon. As a matter of fact, they died of heart attacks." Sam said, scrolling through the police report.
"Ok so three guys had heart attacks. Couldn't it just be a coincidence that they happened during a full moon?"
"Not when all 3 boys were only 16, Dean. And before you ask me, there's no history of heart disease in any of their families, all the boys were on the football team, and were all in great shape."
Dean sighed and turned the television off. There was nothing on and the channels that looked like they held anything interesting were all fuzzy. Standing up, he went over to his duffel bag and began rifling through it.
"So what do you think is attacking them?" He asked, finally pulling out a Slim Jim.
"I have no clue." Sam replied. "The autopsy says all of the boys had high levels of oxytocin in their systems and they all had bright blue veins coming from their eyes, ears, and mouths."
"Does that mean, we have to go to the morgue and inspect the bodies?" Dean asked. He had kicked off his shoes and was lounging on his bed, slowly chewing his beef jerky.
"No, we can't. The last attack was a month ago so the bodies have already been buried."
"Then why are we here?" Dean said, pulling himself up into a sitting position. He was irritated at the moment. He hated cities and he was in one of the most populated cities in America. He hated how close everyone was; it made it harder to be in and out without someone seeing him. He hated the fact that big cities like this held tons of monsters and demons, which is why he didn't understand why they were so focused on this one. It was true they decided to stop because they hadn't been very far from the city but Buffalo was still at least a 7 hour drive from the "Big Apple." He was still trying to shake off the lingering feelings of that cursed Rabbit's Foot. In a city like New York, you can't swing the Colt without hitting something evil. He was also still working off the frustration that Gordon was out there looking for them and that Bela bitch stole all of his lottery tickets.
"We're here, Dean, because the full moon is tomorrow which means we have 2 days to figure out what's killing these boys before another one dies. Wait a minute…" Sam said. Something had caught his attention.
It bothered Dean a little that Sam could so easily get back to work when Gordon could be right outside their window waiting to attack him. Dean did not go to Hell and back to save Sam just to have him end up dead.
"What is it, Sammy?" Dean inquired. He balled up the Slim Jim wrapper and tossed it towards the dirty garbage can in the corner. His aim was off and the wrapper bounced off the side of the can and rolled onto the floor.
"I found something. I entered in the names and it took me to a chat room for the 'Chelsea Career and Technical Education High School'." Sam said, his eyes scanning across the screen.
"This particular chat room is dedicated to 'the 5 hottest guys in school'."
"Well Sammy, I think George Glass is just the dreamiest!" Dean said smirking. "I hope he asks me out to the sock hop!"
"Shut up Dean! One of the lists has the 3 victim's names on it, ranked in the same order that they died. According to this list, Damien Rose is next."
Dean walked over to the computer and stared at the screen before laughing.
"With a name like Damien Rose, the kid deserves to get ganked!"
"Come on Dean, this is serious!" Sam said. He was looking at Dean with a very stern look.
"Fine, who posted the list?"
"It was posted anonymously but…"
Sam began furiously tapping the keys of the keyboard, his brow furrowed in concentration.
"Ok," he said after a long minute. "I traced the IP address back to a computer at the school's library."
"Aw Sam, don't tell me!"
"Sorry Dean, we're going back to high school…"
"Hello Mrs. Silk, my name is Agent Dennis; this is my partner Agent Dyson. We work for the New York Truancy Department." Dean said, quickly flipping out his badge for the woman to see. They had arrived at the high school the next day to figure out who used the computer in the library. They were both in their usual professional suit and tie and they were now speaking with the principal of the school. "We're here because there are a couple of students we need to confirm were in school on the date of March 4, 2007."
Mrs. Silk was an attractive woman for her age. She was a petite, brunette woman with her dark hair pulled back into a bun. She was wearing a dark blue pant suit with a beige sheer blouse on underneath. She motioned for the two men to sit in the chairs in front of her desk.
"Anything I can do Agents to help you, I am more than happy to assist you." She said with a smile.
"We have on good authority that one of the students used a computer in the library. If we can, we would like to check the log sheet just to confirm they did in fact use it." Sam said.
"Of course." Mrs. Silk said. She stood up from her desk and led the men out of her office. They followed closely behind her, her heels clicking on the hard dark green floor of the hallway as they walked towards double doors with the word 'Library' above them. Mrs. Silk walked into one of the doors and headed towards the old woman behind the desk. The desk was neatly organized but from what Sam and Dean could see of the woman, she was a rather short older woman in her 50s, her black hair sporting many streaks of grey. They could barely see her over the immense desk she was seated behind.
"Hi, Mrs. Reid. These two gentlemen need to check the computer login sheet for March, please?" Mrs. Silk said to the other woman.
Mrs. Reid merely nodded before pulling her glasses off of the top of her head and pushing them onto her nose. She shuffled over to the large filing cabinet and pulled a drawer out, her fingers grazing the tops of the numerous manila folders. She finally found the one she was looking for and pulled it out before closing the drawer behind her.
"Here you go." She said, offering the file to Sam. She had a tiny, sweet voice and a warm smile.
"Thank you." He replied. Sam opened the file, going through the names, dates, and computer numbers until he found the one he was looking for. "Mrs. Silk, would it be at all possible for us to speak to Faron Alexander?"
Mrs. Silk gave a start at the mention of the name before responding.
"I should have known." She said. "Yes, follow me back to my office and I can call him down."
The three of them made it back to Mrs. Silk's office as she placed a call across the intercom, her raspy voice echoing throughout the halls of the school. Sam and Dean waited patiently and after 5 minutes, the secretary stuck her head into the office.
"Mrs. Silk, Faron is here to see you…again."
Faron sat in Algebra, barely paying attention as his teacher, Mr. Trick, babbled on about equations. He knew everything the man was already saying. Faron was the definition of a kid who had everything in him that could push him to be something great academically but he had neither the drive nor the ambition to be anything other than a delinquent. He was content staying out of the glare of his instructor's adoration and sailing by with a C average, a high school diploma and a "give 'em hell" attitude.
He was doodling in his notebook, silently watching the clock tick down to the time of his escape. He could hear the air-headed blonde girls behind him passing notes to each other, the one on his left incessantly popping her gum. What he wouldn't give to sew her mouth closed if only to stop her chewing like a cow chewing cud for just a minute.
"Can Faron Alexander, please come to my office?"
Just great! Faron thought to himself. It was the third time in two weeks that he was called down to the principal's office.
Faron stood up from his seat, the entire class turning to watch him leave. He hated them all. He saw them as nothing but mindless robots that only followed each other like sheep. Faron grabbed his books off the table and picked up his vintage biker jacket off the back of his seat, slinging it over his shoulder. He could hear people whispering about him as he walked out of the classroom, slamming the door behind him.
Faron slowly walked down the hallway towards Mrs. Silk's office, his mind trying to remember what he had done this time to elicit a call.
When he stepped into the overly air-conditioned room, the receptionist Ms. Solo, didn't give him a chance to say anything, she simply stood up and walked to Mrs. Silk's door.
"Mrs. Silk, Faron is here to see you…again."
Faron couldn't hear her reply but she motioned him into the room and closed the door behind him. When he turned and surveyed the room he saw that Mrs. Silk was sitting in her usual seat, a look of disapproval on her face. But sitting in the two chairs in front of her desk were two suited men. One was extremely tall; even sitting he could tell he was at least 3 inches taller than Faron's own 6 feet. He had medium length hair, parted down the middle. The other guy was a little shorter with short, close cropped hair.
"Faron, these are Agents Dennis and Dyson. They would like to talk to you." Mrs. Silk said, gesturing to the two men.
"Mrs. Silk, would it be any trouble if we could talk to Faron alone?" Dean said, turning from the boy and towards the older woman.
"Yes, of course." She said, standing up and exiting the office. She gave one last look at them all before closing the door behind her.
"So, men in black, what the hell do you want?" Faron said, pulling his jacket on and dropping his books at his feet.
"Did you use computer number 3 in the library at 10:15 AM on March 4th and post an anonymous list in one of the school's chat rooms?" Sam asked. Looking at the boy, he didn't look like he could kill anybody. Sure, he gave off a tough exterior with his big black leather jacket and ripped black jeans but Sam could see that underneath his Guns N' Roses t-shirt he was rather thin, scrappy boy. He also had a baby face which he tried to unsuccessfully hide under his mop of wavy dark brown hair. What unnerved Sam the most about the boy were his eyes. They were very blue. Too blue. Like the kind of blue you see in those commercials about the Caribbean and the water is incredibly blue. Sam could swear they almost glowed.
Faron folded his arms across his chest before responding.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Dean rolled his eyes and stood up, walking over to the boy and grabbing him by the jacket.
"Look kid, I don't have time for your games, so just tell us what we want to know and we can all go home!"
"Dean, stop!" Sam said, pulling Dean's hands away from the boy.
Faron readjusted his jacket and gave Dean a death glare.
"Yea, I wrote that fucking list. So what?"
"Why did you post it anonymously?" Sam asked, pushing Dean behind him. "Is it because you didn't want anyone to know you're gay?"
Faron sighed heavily before answering. "No numbnuts. Everyone knows I'm a fag. I posted it anonymously because I didn't want anyone to know what I really thought of the boys on the list. I've got a rep to maintain and crushing after half the football team is not the way to go. I listen to classic rock, I ride a motorcycle to school, I cut class and smoke pot underneath the bleachers. Being into the quarterback just doesn't fit with that image."
"You drive a motorcycle?" Dean said. Sam huffed behind him, frustrated at his one track mind.
"Yea, I have an all black 1980 Harley Davidson FXS Low Rider." Faron replied with a smirk. Even though he was an asshole, there was something about the shorter agent he found incredibly sexy. Not that he'd say it out loud.
"Sweet!" Dean replied, a childish grin on his face. "How the hell did you get that?!"
"My stepdad runs a bike shop. He gave it to me for my sixteenth birthday."
"Man! That's so fucking awesome! Hey, do you think…"
"Dean!" Sam interrupted. "Focus!"
Dean cleared his throat and awkwardly began adjusting his jacket in an effort to appear more professional.
"So there's no reason, you would want Marcus Fitz or Steven Belafonte to get hurt?" Dean asked, regaining his composure.
"Nah. I mean, they fucked with me a few times but nothing I can't handle." Faron replied dismissively.
"So you don't know anything about their deaths?" Sam said.
"No man. I didn't like them but I wouldn't kill them! I had nothing to do with that!"
Faron grabbed his books off of the floor and turned away from the two men. "I'm outta here." He said as he left out of the office.
Before Mrs. Silk returned, Sam quickly leaned over her desk and took a page from Faron's file. The page that had his home address on it.
"So you say they all died of heart attacks and had blue veins all over their bodies?" Bobby said through the phone. Sam didn't know what it was about Faron but he had a strong feeling that he was somehow connected to the murders but they needed more information.
"Yea Bobby. And when we spoke to the friends and family about the victims, they said they were perfectly fine up until the day before the full moon when they complained about being incredibly tired, despite the fact that most of them had a full night's sleep." Sam replied. He had combed through his dad's journal and every other source he could find but nothing matched the facts they had.
"Huh…Did the veins come from their mouths, eyes, and ears?"
"Yea and they all had an excess amount of oxytocin."
"Sounds like you have a Succubus or an Incubus on your hands."
"A Succubus?"
"Yea," Bobby replied. Sam could hear him shuffling papers around on the other end. "They're a type of Djinn but instead of feeding on blood like a normal Djinn, they feed on lust."
"How do we kill it?"
"Same way you kill a Djinn- a silver knife but instead of lamb's blood, you need virgin blood. But be careful Sam."
"Yea, we're always careful Bobby."
"I know but Succbi and Incubi are tricky sons of bitches. They can shape shift."
"Like they can turn into anyone?"
"No, they can only change gender. And don't let it touch you!"
"Ok, thanks Bobby, you really helped us out."
"Idjits!" Bobby replied before hanging up the phone.
"So what did Bobby say?" Dean asked. He was sitting at Sam's computer and Sam would bet everything he owned that Dean was on .
"He said it's probably a Succubus, which means we're going to need some virgin blood."
"Well, Sammy," Dean said standing up and closing the computer.
"It's been a while since you've got your dick wet, we could probably just use your blood." He said smirking.
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
Sam was bored.
He was sitting in the Impala outside of Faron's house waiting for something to happen. The street was quiet; the only noise being heard was the occasional homeless person shifting in their cardboard box or the scuttle of huge New York rats. Sam kept sporadically glancing up at Faron's brownstone towards the window he assumed was Faron's bedroom. He didn't know exactly what was going to happen but he couldn't exactly bust into the kid's house accusing him of murder. Dean was pacing outside Damien's house, waiting for the inevitable attack. It was currently 1:15 am and Sam was close to giving up and going back to the motel.
He was quietly sitting in the car, listening to bad 90s pop music, the type of music Dean would kill him for if he found out Sam was listening to it in his baby. Sam was drumming his fingers against the steering wheel when a brief but bright flash of blue light illuminated Faron's window.
Sam jumped up, frantically searching for his cell phone. After dropping it twice, he finally got a grasp on the phone and punched in Dean's number.
"Sammy, please tell me something happened or I swear…"
"Dean! He's coming your way!"
Dean quickly hung up and pulled himself off of the tree he had been leaning against for the last 3 hours. He was pissed he lost the coin toss and Sam got to stake out in the Impala. Dean knew he was probably listening to that shitty 90s music he thinks Dean doesn't know about.
Dean raced across the street towards the rundown apartment Damien lived in and made his way through the lobby and up the stairs. From the information Sam pulled up about the boy, Dean knew no one was home but Damien so as he ran up the steps, taking two stairs at a time, Dean hoped he could save the boy. Lately their save-dead ratio was a little off.
Dean made it up to the door just as a bright flash of blue light came from underneath. He jiggled the knob but he knew it was locked. Dean checked the knife in his jacket pocket before pulling back and kicking the door in. They hadn't had time to get the virgin blood so Dean hoped the knife alone would be enough to kill the monster.
He ran into the sparse apartment, looking around. There were only 3 doors so Dean ran to the closest one and opened it. Bathroom. He quickly ran to the next one and pushed it open.
The force of her pheromones were so strong in the room, it hit Dean like a brick wall. The arousal was so high, it was almost visible, like heat rising off of hot pavement. The effect on Dean was almost instantaneous and he could feel himself grow harder just by being in the Succubus' presence. Inside Dean could see a tall, gorgeous woman standing above Damien's sleeping form. Dean didn't fail to notice she was completely naked but he also noticed the black veins traveling up her arms and legs, up the sides of her face, and down her back. Her eyes were closed but Dean could see the bright blue circles of her pupils glowing through her eyelids. He watched as her blue flame covered clawed hand caressed the side of Damien's face.
Damien was rather large for his age. He had big muscles, light stubble across his teenage face, short light brown hair and both of his ears had large diamond earrings in them. He had a dumb grin on his face and Dean could see the sheet covering his waist rising obscenely.
"Hey!" Dean shouted towards the girl as he pulled the knife out of his pocket.
The Succubus didn't respond but instead lifted the sheet covering the boy's manhood and climbed on top of him, slowly sliding herself over his hardness.
"Oh no you don't!" Dean said as he reached over to pull her off of Damien.
She slowly turned her head towards Dean, her eyes still closed and her hips still gyrating on top of the boy. She threw her hand out and pushed Dean, throwing him clear across the small bedroom and knocking the knife out of his hand. Dean picked himself up with a groan, searching for the knife. He saw it underneath the dresser.
Dean reached under the dresser and grabbed the knife, again moving over to the pair. Damien was breathing heavily, small moans issuing from his lips. The same lips that were starting to turn blue. Dean ran over to them, tackling the girl to the floor and knocking her off of the boy. He pinned her down as she hissed at him, revealing her sharp canines. She tried to throw him off of her but Dean had her pinned securely. He could feel the power in her movements, the inhuman strength she possessed but he held fast. Dean raised the knife above his head, the moonlight bouncing off of the blade and plunged it into her stomach.
The Succubus gasped and her eyes flew open. The whites had turned black and they glowed a bright blue. Slowly her canines began to shrink and the veins on her body retracted and disappeared. Her eyes returned to normal and the delicate angles of her face began to sharpen just as her body slowly began to morph. Her breast shrunk and flattened, her curvaceous hips straightened out, and Dean could feel a lump forming underneath him as her hair withdrew into her head.
Dean looked down at Faron, now a boy, as recognition appeared behind his blue eyes.
"What the hell happened?" He said glancing down at the sizzling knife sticking out of his stomach. "And who shivved me?"
"So you're telling me, you didn't know you were a Succubus?" Sam asked, briefly glancing at Dean.
They were back at their hotel room and they had given some clothes for Faron to wear. Dean and Sam were sitting on one bed and Faron was sitting across from them on the other one.
"No man," Faron replied, pushing his head through his hands. "I had no idea I was a fucking monster chick who feeds on sex!"
"But you had to have some clue. I mean, we don't know much about your kind but I'm pretty sure it's genetic." Dean said.
He didn't know what to think of the situation. The boy clearly killed 2 boys and almost killed another but Dean didn't know if he deserved to die for crimes he didn't know he was committing.
Faron looked up at Dean. "So, you think my mom is a Succubus? No way! My mom is one of the most normal people you'd meet and I'm sure she would have told me what we were."
"He's right, Dean. I don't think she would have kept this a secret if she knew his powers and cravings would surface." Sam said.
"What about your dad?" Dean sighed.
"Never knew him." Faron said. "He disappeared after knocking my mom up."
"Then it's probably him then." Sam said. "Have you experienced anything weird lately?"
Faron took a moment to recall his recent activities. "Well, I've always been allergic to silver." He said, his hand instinctively going to his bandaged stomach. "And my mom said I used to sleepwalk as a kid."
"Which explains why you didn't know what was happening." Sam said thoughtfully. He looked over at Faron. The boy looked exhausted and confused, his normally cocky facade gone.
"After my 17th birthday, some weird stuff did start to happen…" Faron said, scrubbing his face with his hands. His life had been turned upside down in the spans of a couple of hours.
"Like what?" Dean asked, leaning into Faron.
"Well, women were all of a sudden attracted to me; girls who never noticed me before noticed me now and then it was like I could feel when people were attracted to me."
"And when was your birthday?" Sam inquired.
"March 29th." Faron replied.
"Around the same time the first attack happened. Ok Faron, go wait for me in the car." Dean said, standing up and grabbing his jacket.
Faron looked at the two of them and nodded before padding across the carpet and opening the door. He turned to the Hunters and glanced at them before heading out and closing the door behind him.
Sam looked at Dean.
"Dean, what are we going to do?"
Dean dug through his bag and pulled out the silver knife he had stabbed Faron with.
"Well Sammy, I'm going to drive around the corner and I'm going to kill him."
"Dean, you can't!" Sam said, reaching for the knife in his brother's hand.
"Sam, he's a monster! He's going to kill again!"
"You don't know that! Maybe now that he knows what he is, he won't kill anymore."
"That's a hell of a chance to take Sammy! We have to kill him now before he hurts someone else."
"Please Dean, don't do this."
"Why does he matter so much to you?"
"Because! What you're about to do to him is no different from what Gordon wants to do to me!"
"That's different Sam, you haven't killed anyone."
"Because I had a choice, he didn't. He's not a murderer."
Dean looked at his brother. He didn't want to kill Faron either but he couldn't risk the boy killing anymore innocent people. He couldn't be sure that Faron wouldn't kill again, especially when the hunger hits him. Dean made up his mind. He would have to lie to Sam.
"Fine Sam, I'll take him home but if he kills again, it's on your head." Dean sighed.
He pulled his jacket on and walked out the door, the knife securely in his pocket. Dean climbed into the Impala and started the car, the sounds of 90s music blasting through the radio.
"Damnit, Sammy." He muttered, pushing his AC/DC cassette tape into the player. The car instantly filled with the sound of 'Back in Black."
Dean looked over at the scared, shivering boy sitting next to him, nervously drumming his fingers to the beat of the music and everything he thought was right melted. He didn't know if he could do this; he didn't know if he could kill the boy. Dean sighed and looked up at the sky.
If you can hear me up there Dean thought to himself, give me a sign that I'm making the wrong decision right now.
But Dean got no response.
So he cranked up the heat and turned up the music, letting it drown out any other thoughts he had and he just drove.
He drove into the rising sun and hoped that he wouldn't have to make this the last rising sun Faron would ever see.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
And that's how they first met. I tried to keep Dean's personality more in line with how he felt back then. And I based their agent names, the name of the principal, and the name of the librarian on the show Lost Girl, which is also about Succubi.
The full moon really doesn't have any significance to Faron or Succubi/Incubi other than I needed a way to give Sam and Dean a time frame.
Faron looks like model Volodya Averianov
