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Sequel to Nightmares and Breakdowns.

Sam looked up from his bag as Dean appeared in the doorway. His brother's eyes flickered to his almost-filled bag, and then back to Sam's face. Sam could almost see the words 'so its true' flickering across Dean's head before Dean turned away and strode over to his own bag. He pulled it open and began to sift through it.

"You okay?" Sam asked hesitantly.

Dean grunted.

Sam sighed and turned back to his bag. He wasn't going to let himself feel guilty for leaving, but he was still feeling a little worried about Dean. But then, Dean seemed to be more like himself today. Sam zipped his bag shut and glanced at his watch. He would leave for the airport in about an hour and a half.

"Hey, Dean?"

"Humph."

"Call me when you finish this thing, okay?"

Dean looked up, his eyes narrowing. "You think I can't handle it?"

"No, course not. Its just... you know." Sam shrugged awkwardly.

Dean pulled a long, shining Machete from his bag and turned it over in his hands, studying it critcially.

"You know how to kill them, then," Sam said.

Dean shrugged. "I don't really have any other choice."

Sam paused, unsure if that should worry him. "Well, just call me, okay?"

Dean nodded, not even glancing at him. Sam sighed.

"Okay," he said softly. "Thanks."

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Dean was so, so screwed.

He looked down at his watch, biting his lip. Sam was going to leave any moment now, and Dean still hadn't spat out the fact that he was terrified, and that he really needed help on this hunt.

And he knew that he wasn't going to.

He had just finished wiping down his machete when Sam rose to his feet, hefting his duffel on one shoulder.

"Okay, Dean. I'm gonna..."

Dean stood up, his grip tightening on the machete. "I'll give you a lift," he said, his voice completely devoid of emotion. Sam nodded. Dean sheathed the weapon and headed for the door. They drove to the airport in complete silence. When Dean stopped the car outside it, Sam didn't move.

"Dean... I'm not deserting you."

"Yeah."

"I just... I can't do this, Dean. I mean, haven't we sacrificed enough for this damned obsession?"

"Maybe."

Sam fell silent. Dean closed his eyes. Ask him now. Tell him now! You can't do this on your own and you know it...

"Okay."

"Okay."

Sam opened his door and got out of the car. Dean opened his eyes and watched him slam the door shut. Sam leant down onto the door, his puppy dog eyes shining.

"Promise me you'll call, Dean."

"What are you, my girlfriend?"

Sam didn't smile.

"I'll call," Dean said at last. "Give me a few hours, okay?"

Sam nodded and stepped back from the car. Dean pulled away from the curb, glancing at Sam in his rear-view mirror as he went. Lucy would be meeting the Siren in a few minutes. And he should be meeting Alica... he tightened his grip on the steering wheel and turned towards the park.

When he reached it, he couldn't see any other cars. Maybe Lucy and her new boyfriend hadn't arrived yet. Dean pushed his way out of the car, grabbing his Machete from the back seat on the way out. If he could just manage to kill the male Siren - which shouldn't be too hard since, last time he checked, he wasn't gay - then maybe he could kill Alica too.

As if.

Dean made his way into the park and looked around. No one was around. He walked over to a darker corner and leant against the fence, rolling the handle of his machete between his fingers. A cold breeze tore at his skin and he supressed a shiver. He shouldn't have let Sam go. He should have argued more, made him stay. Dean sighed and tilted his head back to look at the sky. For once there were no storm clouds. Maybe it wouldn't rain. Dean shook himself, scowling. How could he be thinking about the weather when-

A loud clang from the other side of the park made him look up. Lucy and the Siren had just stepped through the gates, and he hadn't even noticed. He moved quickly to the slide and crouched down behind it, watching them through the rungs of the ladder. He would have to wait until they came closer so that he could take them by surprise. Silently, he drew the Machete from its sheath and laid the sheath on the floor. He laid his free hand flat on the blade, keeping his eyes on the Siren. This wasn't as hard as he had thought - his mind had already switched to hunting mode.

The Siren was holding Lucy's hand, and she was gazing up at him adoringly as he led her across the park. It was going to be hard to kill him with her around... Dean hesitated, his eyes narrowing. The two were heading towards the woods...

Oh, crap.

"He was talking about walking through the woods... he's soooo romantic..."

And if they were heading for the woods, they would never come near him. And he would miss his chance. Dean swore under his breath, watching helpless as the two vanished into the dark trees. He would just have to follow them. He rose to his feet and strode quickly after them, slipping into the darkness of the forest.

Unseen debris crackled and rustled beneath Dean's boots as he crept silently forwards, bent over slightly in a crouch. He kept the machete clutched firmly in his good hand, ready for any unwelcome surprises, but it quickly became clear that he was losing them. He could hardly see their shadows now: the Siren and his victim were slipping further and further away. Curing softly, Dean hefted the machete and ran forwards a few more steps. Then he stopped short, ears straining. He couldn't see anyone, or hear any walking.

He'd lost them.

Crap.

Dean straightened up, fighting down a small flare of relief. He wouldn't have to kill any of Alica's friends... he shook himself and strode forwards, not caring if he made noise or not anymore. He wasn't about to sacrifice Lucy for his own selfish weaknesses. He would just have to search for them until he found them, and then somehow drag Lucy away and kill the Siren. If Lucy still thought the world of the monster she might fight him, try to stop him, and then end up getting hurt. But he couldn't think of anyway to get her out of harms way without losing the Siren and-

He stopped short as muffled voices reached his ears. He stood rigid for a few moments, and then began to walk towards them, keeping the machete before him. If it was just some old lady out for a walk he was going to look like such a doofus... it had better be the damned Siren this time...

Dean froze as the soft, bubbling sound of Lucy's laughter rolled over him. Okay, that rules out the old lady. He inched forwards, moving from tree to tree to keep himself hidden. He caught a flash of colour and pulled back behind a tree, holding his breath, but after a few moments it became clear that no one had seen him. Slowly, he leant out from behind the tree. Just in front of him was a small clearing, a large, decaying log lying over on the other side. In the centre of the clearing, Lucy was gazing up into the Siren's green eyes, her lips parted in wonder, her face practically shining. Dean watched as the Siren bent his head to hers, trailing a finger down over her lips. He murmured something in her ear, and heat flashed across her face.

So it didn't matter if he were gay or not, Dean thought coldly as his grip slackened on the machete. He would still find the Sirens beautiful, enchanting...

Kill it!

The two words tore through his head like blades of ice, jerking him back into reality. If he hadn't known better, he would have said that it was his father's ghost beating some sense back into him. Dean clenched his jaw and lifted the machete again, planning his maneuver. He just needed to wait for the right moment to strike, a point where they could both be caught unaware.

The Siren tilted Lucy's chin upwards with two pale fingers, leaning closer. Lucy's eyes fluttered closed as he bent forwards and...

And the Siren became a monster.

His skin blurred from snow white to ash grey, spiderwebbed blue veins standing out on the thin, almost translucent surface. His eyes turned acid yellow, resembling a bird's eyes, and his mouth opened inhumanly wide to reveal jagged, needle-sharp teeth and a black tongue. His bronze hair lengthened to ten times its original length and turned silver, like Alica's but more metallic. His skin seemed to suck in so that it clung to the bone, clearly displaying his cheekbones and forehead. A low hiss writhed upwards through his throat, sending a shudder down Dean's spine.

Okay, now I can kill it.

He launched himself into the clearing, grabbing Lucy by the arm and dragging her backwards. She let out a short gasp, and then a piercing scream as her eyes flew open and she caught sight of the Siren. Dean felt her muscles tense in fear, and gave her a hard shove towards the park.

"Run, Lucy!" he yelled, shoving her again. "Go. Go!"

She blinked, his words shocking her into action, and stumbled away.

Dean spun to face the Siren, whose silver hair was flying out around his face as he snarled in fury.

"That," he said coldly, "Was mine."

"She," Dean corrected, "Really isn't your type." He lifted his machete. "I think you'd feel much better with this stuck in your mouth."

The Siren's lips curled in a smirk. "I don't think so. You can't touch me."

"Oh yeah?" Dean challenged, stepping forwards threateningly. "I think I can."

The Siren at something behind Dean. "Try telling her that."

Dean's heart sank, but he couldn't stop himself from turning around. Alica was standing at the edge of the clearing, a small, sly smile flickering around her mouth.

"Hi, Dean," she said softly. "I see you've met my brother. He's not as cranky as he looks."

Dean swung the machete upwards, clenching both fists over the handle, his teeth gritting together. Alica laughed, the sound of ice tumbling over glass.

"Come on, you can't harm me," she said confidently, walking over to him. Abruptly, her tone turned serious and her eyes narrowed. "I love you, Dean," she said quietly, linking her arms around his neck. "I love you. I can make all of your dreams come true. I am everything you have ever wanted, and everything you will ever need."

Her words spun a web around him, holding him in place. His grip slackened on the machete, and it slipped from his fingers. He hardly heard it drop to the ground. All he could see was Alica, her amazing emerald eyes, her pure skin, her beautiful red lips. She leant closer to him and let out a small sigh.

Someone grabbed him by his jacket and dragged him backwards, launching him upwards into the air. Dean let out a sharp cry of pain as he smashed into the decaying log, the wood splintering around him. He rolled onto his back, ready to surge up to his feet and fight back, but found that Alica's face was just inches from his own. He could dimly hear the male Siren laughing on the other side of the clearing, a low, provocative sound.

"You know you can't resist me, Dean," she whispered, her breath icy gusts on his face. "And you know how much you want me." She placed one hand on his shoulder, her grip firm, so that he couldn't try to get up. "I can be your world, Dean," she murmured, bending her head so that her lips were beside his ear and her silky hair was falling over his skin. "And I know that, deep down, you really do want to end everything now. You have nothing left... but me."

And, without any kind of warning, the song was back. It curled through the air and twisted into his ears, blocking out every other sound. Dean felt his body slowly relaxing of its own accord, felt his eyes growing heavy as Alica bent closer to him. The sweet, mournful singing broke down the walls he had put up around his emotions, stripped him away until his soul was left vulnerable and naked. While he could still think clearly, he fought out one final desperate attempt at survival.

"Sam," he whispered. "Sam..."

Alica raised her voice, as if angered by the interruption, and Dean felt his last ounce of strength falling away from him. A shudder ran over his body as his eyes rolled back into his head and darkness took him. Alica let his limp form drop to the floor, her skin turning grey, her hair flaring, and sat back on her heels.

"Lets go somewhere a little more homely, shall we?" she said quietly.

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