Be Careful What You Wish For

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Thank you: To Shar for beta'ing.

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Warning: Minor season 2 spoilers.

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"I understand," Laurie replied. "After all, saving Sam is very important to you, isn't it?"

"It is the most important thing to me," Dean replied turning away from Laurie. He felt Laurie get up from the sofa, and he heard ice cubes clinking into a glass. Listening to liquid pouring into the glass, Dean connected the dots. "Why would you say, 'saving Sam?'" Dean asked turning towards Laurie. She was standing at the wet bar, her back to Dean. "Why not, protecting Sam, or keeping Sam safe? Why would you choose the word, 'saving?'"

Laurie took a drink of the whiskey, her eyes growing dark. "You know something, Dean?" she asked sweetly, turning around to face him. "You and your brother really are a pain in the ass."

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Dean was up and off the sofa in a fraction of a second. He knew the gun in his waistband was loaded with silver, but it would be completely ineffectual against the present threat. "Dean, Dean, Dean," Laurie scolded. "When are you going to learn?"

With a sweeping gesture of her arm, Dean was thrown up against the wall. The force of the impact knocked several pictures off the wall, and a vase off the nearby table. Dean landed on the ground amidst a sea of broken glass.

"Son of a…" Dean groaned, attempting to stand. Without warning he was once again flung into the air. With flailing arms and legs Dean hit another wall falling in a boneless heap on the ground accompanied by several more pictures and an oil painting.

Glass crunched under Laurie's shoes as she walked over and stood next to Dean. She smiled broadly and said, "I told you, I'm not a danger to Sam - at least not yet." With demon increased strength, Laurie hefted Dean off the ground, and over her shoulder into a fireman's carry. She steadied herself under his additional weight, and swatted his butt for good measure. "Somebody's been keeping himself in good shape. It's going to be fun being you, Dean."

Laurie staggered as she maneuvered Dean into the master bedroom. Releasing her hold on Dean, he fell to the bed, arms, legs and neck flopping about like an Andy Rag Doll. "You have been a fun toy," Laurie remarked running a finger down Dean's cheek. "I'm almost sorry to see this end."

Dean's eyes fluttered open, and he groaned. Looking up into Laurie's now dark, black eyes Dean said, "Ah man, talk about a chick that can't take no for an answer." Laurie leaned onto Dean's chest, and he moaned as the added pressure on his chest forced air out of his lungs. His head was throbbing, and he could feel the bruises forming already. "Look, whoever you are, as fun as all this has been, I think I'm going to get going now," Dean said struggling to sit up.

Laurie pushed harder on his chest. "Uh, uh, uh," Laurie chirped. "We're going to play for awhile first. I figured the best way to get to you, would be through Sam, and you've proven that twice over since you've been here."

"Meg?" Dean asked narrowing his eyes.

"Not quite, big guy," Laurie replied with a smile. "But, we're keeping it in the family, just like you." Laurie cocked her head to the side as if she was listening to something. "I'm going to have to ask you to stay here for just a little bit," she apologized. "I'll be back soon."

Without further adieu, Laurie pulled back her fist and connected with Dean's head. He was once more rendered unconscious, and Laurie stood up to find something to secure him to the bed. She searched through her dresser drawers and came up empty save several scarves and two belts. "When in Rome," she remarked with a shrug.

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Sam sat on a bamboo bench in the Zen garden. He looked around the garden, waiting. The sky was dark, and the crescent moon offered very little light. Sam shivered in the cold, night air. He jiggled his leg in anticipation, and stood up for a better look.

He spotted Laurie walking towards him with a blind-folded Dean in front of her. Sam saw Dean stumble as she pushed him roughly forward. Laurie caught Dean by the scruff of his collar, and jerked him backwards.

"Hey!" Sam shouted. "What is it you want?"

"Retribution," Laurie replied her eyes turning black. She pulled Dean's gun out from behind Dean.

Sam felt the white-hot heat of the bullet as it entered his chest. Bright white flashes of light appeared in his vision, and he fell to his knees.

Laurie loomed closer, her dark eyes conveying anger, as the white flashes increased, and then they were gone.

Sam lifted his head from the table with a gasp. "Dean," Sam whispered grabbing his head. "God," he moaned. He breathed deeply for several minutes trying to manage the pain. Finally, he lifted his head, and asked of the empty room, "What the hell?"

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"No, I won't," Laurie said as she swirled the blood in the silver chalice. "Yes, I understand." Laurie's face contorted in dismay. She would obey the letter of the law set forth, but not necessarily the intent. She picked up Dean's cell phone when the words, 'Sam's cell' scrolled across the caller ID.

"Dean?! Where are you?"

"This isn't Dean," Laurie replied. "But I do know where he is."

"Oh, ah Laurie, so he's there? I thought, well, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"No, not yet anyway," Laurie said with a small laugh. "Say, we'll be done here in about an hour. Do you want to meet up with us, and we can grab a couple drinks?"

"Sure. I'm out on a walk right now. How about you guys meet me at the Zen garden?"

"Sounds perfect," Laurie replied. "See you in an hour."

"Bye."

"Good bye, Sam," Laurie replied hitting the end button. She strode back into the master bedroom, only to find Dean was awake once again. He had one hand free, and was working on the other.

"You know, I grow tired of this game," Laurie remarked. Dean froze, his head snapping around towards her voice despite the blindfold across his eyes.

"That's funny, considering how much you seem to like to play," Dean quipped. He was wriggling his left hand, trying to free it from the scarf. The soft material was deceptively strong, and it cut into his wrist. "That's what you've been doing this whole time, isn't it? Playing a game, toying with us?"

"I haven't been here the whole time," Laurie admitted with a smirk. "But, long enough." She grabbed Dean's free hand, and bent his hand back until joints cracked. She held his hand there, bent at the awkward angle, leaned in closer, and kissed him on the lips.

"I'm not really into the whole bondage thing," Dean said gritting his teeth. "Well, that and the demon possession are a real turn off."

Laurie sat back again, debating on the best course of action. She decided Dean did not need to be untied when she possessed him. The soul inhabiting the meat-sack Laurie would let Dean free when she was released from her internal prison. Without another word, Laurie placed her hand on Dean's chest and prepared to enter his body.

"Aaaagggghhhh!" Dean yelled. It felt as if a thousand pinpricks of electricity were pressing into his skin trying to push through. His head exploded in a cataclysmic chain of events. His hearing failed him first, as blood rushed to his ears, his heart pounding in his head. His sight was next, no longer able to see even the pink flowers on the silk scarf covering his eyes. Blood pumped through his veins sending a loud, echoing chorus rushing through his head, and then the world went blissfully silent.

Laurie screamed in unison, and sat back as Dean's body relaxed in unconsciousness. That was odd. She had never failed to gain possession of a body before. "Well isn't this a nasty little dilemma," she remarked patting Dean on the cheek. "Stay here and gain possession, or meet our dear Sammy at the Zen garden? He called you know. I plan to kill your brother, Dean, despite what HE says."

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Sam sat on the bamboo bench waiting for Dean and Laurie to appear. He looked around the garden, waiting. The sky was dark and the crescent moon offered very little light. Sam squinted into the darkness. He needed to wait until Laurie and Dean appeared along the path. It was imperative to draw Laurie's attention to him and away from Dean for his plan to work. He would have only one shot at changing the events in his vision.

Sam jiggled his leg in nervous anticipation and stood up for a closer look. He spotted Laurie walking along the path with a blindfolded Dean in front of her. Sam saw Dean stumble as she pushed him roughly forward. Laurie caught Dean by the scruff of the collar, and jerked him backwards. Sam waited until he was certain Laurie had seen him before he ducked quickly behind a low growing Japanese lace leaf maple tree.

Laurie whirled towards the movement and moved Dean in between the tree and her as a shield. "Sam, come out, come out, wherever you are," Laurie called.

Dean remained quiet. It was not the gun shoved into the small of his back that held his tongue. It was the knowledge that any words spoken by him would only serve to distract Sam from the threat that Laurie posed.

"Sam, Dean is going to lose this game you are playing," Laurie remarked. To emphasize her point, Laurie jammed the gun harder into Dean's back as she pulled him backwards by the collar.

Dean suppressed a groan as the gun dug into his spine. He listened closely for any indication of action, but he did not hear any movement from his little brother. Dean smiled. Sam was a well-trained hunter and it was times like this that drove that point home.

"Sam!" Laurie shouted, anger rising in her voice. "Sam, I swear I'm going to shoot your brother if you don't show yourself now!"

And that was the moment Dean had been waiting for. He felt, before he heard, movement to his left. As Laurie turned to face the unknown assailant, her grip on Dean loosened. Dean twisted sharply and fell to the ground, his bound hands trapped beneath him. He scissored his feet hoping to swipe Laurie's legs. He heard Sam impact with Laurie, knocking them both to the ground.

Dean remained silent as the scuffle ensued, while he struggled to remove the scarf around his wrists. He had successfully loosened the bindings when he was hauled abruptly to his feet by two hands on the front of his shirt. The blindfold was ripped from his eyes, and Dean blinked to clear his vision.

"Dean, come on," Sam urged, gripping Dean firmly by one arm and pulling him along the path.

Dean stumbled, but maintained his footing as he attempted to navigate the narrow pathway with blurry eyes and under the cover of darkness. "Sam, Laurie's possessed," Dean said finally.

"I know," Sam replied not stopping, but pulling Dean faster. "That's why we have to get Laurie to the…" Sam started. He was stopped short by the sight of Laurie on the path in front of them.

Dean managed to undo the knots in the scarf binding his wrists. He started forward towards Laurie, but Sam's hand on his arm stopped him. He glanced at Sam, who shook his head almost imperceptibly.

Laurie edged closer to the brothers. "Sam, she has my gun," Dean murmured.

"Not anymore," Sam replied quietly out of the corner of his mouth. Laurie took four more steps towards the brothers, and Sam visibly relaxed his posture. Dean chanced a small, side-long glance at Sam. He noticed Sam was slowly reaching into his jacket.

"What did you hope to accomplish, Sam?" Laurie asked with a smile. "I may not have a gun anymore, but you aren't going anywhere."

"Neither are you," Sam replied nodding his head towards the ground.

Dean looked down at the sand. It was difficult to tell in the dark, but there appeared to be a design etched in the sand. He bent down closer and peered into the darkness. It was a devil's trap.

Laurie tilted her head and glared at the Winchesters. "Saaam," she chastised. "What did you do?"

Sam pulled the book out from his jacket and began to recite in Latin. Laurie's head twisted to one side, and then violently back to the other. Sam continued to recite the exorcism in a steady cadence as he fingered a string of rosary beads.

Laurie's head twisted to the side once more, and then snapped forward to face Sam. "I can tell you what the demon has in store for you. If you send me back, you'll never find out until it is too late."

Sam continued to recite the exorcism rite without breaking the rhythm. Dean shifted next to Sam. He rubbed his wrists absent-mindedly, and continued to watch Sam out of the corner of his eye. "If you know what it is HE has planned for you, you may be able to save Dean," Laurie tried again.

Sam faltered in his recitation, and Dean glanced over at him. "Don't listen to her, Sammy," Dean stated firmly. "You finish this."

"Yeah, Sammy," Laurie mocked. "Dean doesn't care what happens to him as long as you stay safe." Sam paused.

"Sam, demons lie," Dean reminded him needlessly.

"They can also tell the truth," Sam replied quietly, "If the truth works to their advantage."

"If it were the truth," Dean countered.

"It is the truth," Laurie asserted.

"She's just messing with your head," Dean protested. "You have to trust me a little, kiddo." Sam looked over at Dean, his hazel eyes filled with an emotion Dean could not quite read. Sam turned his attention back to the book and finished the exorcism rite.

Laurie threw back her head in a roaring yell as a dark, black cloud erupted from her open mouth. She collapsed to the ground. Sam and Dean ran to Laurie's side, and Dean knelt down beside her in the sand. Laurie's green eyes snapped open, and she looked at Sam and then back to Dean. "Dean, what happened?" she asked as Dean helped her stand.

"You had a little run in with a demon," Dean replied steadying her.

"What?" she asked glancing from Dean to Sam.

Sam placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You were possessed by a demon," he said simply. Laurie bowed her head, darting her eyes back and forth, trying to make sense of the ghost memories running wild through her mind.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Dean asked.

Laurie gripped Dean's arm, turned to look at him, and replied, "You were leaving to tell Sam the truth about the resort."

"That was almost twenty-four hours ago," Dean said. He covered Laurie's hand with his own.

"I, I feel…" Laurie stuttered.

"Confused? Ashamed? Weak?" Sam asked. He lowered his eyes and dropped his voice. "Violated?"

"Yeah," Laurie affirmed giving Sam an appraising look.

Dean's attention snapped from Laurie to Sam. They had never really explored how Sam felt after his possession. Dean felt a rush of guilt, but quickly brushed it to the side. First, take care of Laurie and Sam. He could examine his own feelings later if he chose to. "For the record, Sam, Bobby's little charm worked," Dean said offering his brother what peace of mind he could.

Sam raised his eyebrow. He understood the implication of Dean's statement. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Dean reassured him. "Let's get out of here." Dean gently steering Laurie down the path knowing Sam would follow.

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As the trio entered the main hallway, crashing and banging sounds could be heard emanating from the kitchen. Laurie pulled out the master key, and opened the door. Pots, pans, cutlery and food were flying projectiles in the immense kitchen. Sam narrowly avoided a fast moving pineapple that hit the wall beside him with a resounding thud.

"Any ideas?" Dean asked turning to Sam.

"As a matter of fact, I think I did find the answer," Sam replied.

Dean shot him an incredulous look. "You're kidding, right? Two mysteries in one night? You are shooting for an extra Scooby snack, aren't you?"

Sam snorted, and turned to Laurie. "Does Paul have an office close to the kitchen, or a locking cabinet in here?"

"I thought you didn't believe Paul was behind this?" Dean asked.

"I don't," Sam replied. "Well, not exactly anyway."

Laurie sighed. "Sam, Dean may be able to follow the carrot, but I'm lost. What exactly do you think is going on here?"

"Cursed object," Sam and Dean replied simultaneously.

Laurie cocked her head to the side. "You really can follow the carrot," she remarked.

"I can follow Sam," Dean replied with a smile.

"Laurie?" Sam asked, prodding her to remember he was waiting for an answer to his original question.

"Oh yeah, right," Laurie replied. "Paul has an office attached to the kitchen. Follow me."

Sam followed directly behind Laurie, and Dean slowly brought up the rear, favoring his right side. Apparently, the double slam up against a wall had not done him any favors. Laurie opened Paul's office with the master key, and Sam pushed past her into the room. "Wait here," Dean said as he followed Sam inside.

Sam scanned the office, looking for any sign of the cursed object. Paul had told Sam he had been in Europe recently on a sabbatical. Sam theorized Paul had picked up a souvenir on his trip, not realizing he had picked up a curse along the way.

"Sam," Dean said. Sam lifted his head, and turned towards Dean. "I think I found it." Dean held up a letter opener with a carved wooden handle. He turned it so Sam could see the carvings. "Looks like you were right."

"You doubted me?" Sam asked in mock offense, channeling his older brother.

Dean tossed him a grin, and carefully wrapped the letter opener in the scarf that had been tied around his wrists earlier. "We'll need to burn this as soon as possible," he said to Sam. Sam nodded his head in agreement.

"I, uh, I think I'm going to turn in for the night. This has all been a walk just a little too far on the wild side for me," Laurie stated.

"Are you going to be okay by yourself?" Sam asked, his eyes conveying concern.

"Yeah, in fact, I think I'd prefer it," Laurie replied. "Lock up when you're done in here. I'm going to call the cleaning crew and ask them to attend to the kitchen. That gives you about ten minutes."

"Speaking of cleaning, you have a mess in your living room. Quite a bit of broken glass, so be careful," Dean said, waving her out. Laurie gave Dean an odd look, but waved back as she left.

"Broken glass?" Sam asked. "Something you want to tell me?"

"No," Dean replied shaking his head slightly.

"You got your butt kicked by a demon possessed girl, didn't you?" Sam asked with a smile in his voice.

"Wouldn't be the first time," Dean replied slapping Sam on the chest. "Let's go." Sam nodded, and pulled the office door shut behind them.

Fifteen minutes later, the boys stood around a large open pit fire in the common area. No one else was outside, but that did not surprise Sam. Not too many people would be out wandering around at three in the morning. That seemed to be the norm only for the Winchester family.

As the fire consumed the cursed letter opener, Sam recited yet another passage from the ancient text. When he finished, both brothers stood for several moments watching the fire dance and flicker. "Dean," Sam said finally.

"Yeah?" Dean replied not moving his gaze from the flame.

"Next time you want to get laid, try to pick a girl who's not so buckets o' crazy," Sam quipped throwing Dean's own words back at him.

Dean's eyes flicked to Sam, and he slugged him lightly in the arm. The brothers stood watching the flame for several more long moments until the flames died down, and the sky started to lighten before heading back to their suite.

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AN: Again, thanks to all who have been reading. I'm happy you've found the updates despite the lack of alerts from the site. Also, please know I have responded to all reviews, but I don't believe the site is delivering them. So…THANKS!

Hey, and since the next chapter is indeed the last, it appears I finally broke the seven chapter rut I was stuck on. Yeah!