Well everyone...I'm so sorry that it's been soooo long since I last posted. Lots of papers have been due recently. The nice thing is that the story is coming toward completion which means that you will no longer have to be waiting for updates! I hope you enjoy this next chapter! Let me know if you're still reading!

Chapter 7

Dean groaned as he woke from his unexpected nap, jerking his arms against the invisible bonds that held him to the wall. He quickly took in his surroundings, keeping a wary eye out for the woman that had placed him within this predicament. The pain within his calf still burned hotly. It seemed to flow from the original wound, flowing upward through his bloodstream. His head throbbed, probably from the impact that it had made with the floor. Dean blinked to refocus his eyes and then she was standing right in front of him, her face was only inches from his own.
"Whoa!" Dean said automatically. "I don't normally like to get this close on the first date." He recovered quickly.

"Oh Dean, we both know that you would be more than willing. If I hadn't already chosen Sam you quickly would've made yourself known." As Cynthia said this she took a step closer to Dean, her mouth hovering over his own.

Dean froze slightly, he needed to distract her, keep her from bewitching him as she had with Sammy. "Why did you choose him, exactly?" He questioned, attempting to keep his mouth as shut as possible.

Cynthia smirked as she noticed his game, "What's the matter champ, worried a bit? Don't worry it doesn't hurt too badly." She laughed merrily before taking a step back. "To answer your question, I picked Sam because of his size; the bigger the man the more the blood. Though it was an interesting surprise when his taste was tainted with demons blood; it was just a hint yet it was a delicious surprise."

The widow suddenly turned back toward her prisoner. "How are you feeling, Dean? Huuum?" She paused as she glanced at Dean's eyes; they were filled with pain, his face twisted in agony. His stomach rebelled against him and sent his dinner spewing onto the floor in front of him. "That's how I figured you'd feel." Cynthia cocked her head to the side before turning on her heel and elegantly gliding through the doorway.

Dean straightened from looking down at the bile that he had just thrown up. The pain had gotten worse and he struggled to stay conscious. Every bit of him ached and all he wanted to do was curl up in a ball. Dean flung himself forward straining against his bonds as he once again threw up but this time it was red, blood red. Dean's eyes widen in fear, "Sammy?"

Sam waited anxiously in the car, it had been too long. Something was wrong. This thought propelled Sam out of the car and quickly and quietly permitted him access to the spiders' web.

Once inside the house Sam went directly toward the bedroom that he had been kept in he was careful to keep an eye out not only for women but for spiders as well. Sam walked into the room cautiously taking in his surroundings, and then his eyes alighted on the corner where brother was hung. "Dean." Sam stated shocked at the predicament that his brother was in. Blood slowly dripped out of Dean's mouth and onto the floor; his head hung limply, his arms and legs secured to the wall by the spiders' web.

Sam quickly walked over to where his brother hung; he gently lifted his brothers' head. Dean's eyes were glazed over by a whitish fog, his chin which was covered in dried blood created a stark contrast with the porcelain color of his skin. Sam felt himself shaking as he continued checking his brother for injury, his eyes lighted on Dean's left pant leg where a small hole caught his attention. The hole was pulled from its regular position against Dean's calf to the side of it, but it drew Sam's attention. Working quickly Sam cut his brothers bonds and laid him on the bed flipping over so he lay on his belly.

The younger Winchester once again located the hole and ripped it further open. The sight that greeted his eyes caused him to swallow bile. The entire back of Dean's leg was an angry diseased yellow. The two puncture wounds which were a bright purple were surrounded of grayish and reddish flesh, some of which seemed to be pulling away from the very bone. Sam's thoughts were interrupted by a groan, a groan that was the best sound Sam had ever heard.

"Dean." Sam spoke with urgency, quickly moving closer to his brothers' face.

"Sam?" Sam nodded and then quickly responded, "It's me Dean."

"She's coming back. You gotta hide!" Dean spoke with urgency his voice cracking.

"I can't just leave yo…" Dean quickly cut his brother off… "Quick hide!"

Sam grabbed his brother's hand, letting him know that he wasn't truly leaving and then went to hide behind bedroom door.

The elegant creature glided in the room, her eyes trained on the spot where her victim once hung. Fury quickly filled her expression but then eased as she saw Dean's limp body on the bed. "We have imposter…don't we Dean." The monster turned surveying the small room.

Sam quickly lunged from behind the door, the flame thrower already gunning. The black widows' eyes grew in horror as her clothing caught fire her earsplitting scream filled the room and she stumbled back tripping on the rug and fell flaming onto the bed.

Now Sam's eyes widened in horror as the bed, where his brother lay lit up in the light of fire. The flame thrower fell out of his grasp as he ran to the bed, reaching into the flames to grab hold of his injured brother.

An unconscious Dean fell out of the bed, his shirt ablaze. Sam quickly pulled off his brothers' T-shirt before throwing him over his shoulder and running out of the room; leaving behind the unworldly screams of horror that still issued from the black widows mouth.

Sam fled quickly from the house, rushing past the spiders that seemed to vibrate within their webs.

When the Winchester boys burst through the front door they were both covered in soot. The house was covered in flames and the shrieking had stopped. Sam rushed his brother to the car positioning him in the front seat. His slight moaning announced his return to consciousness.

Just as Sam rounded the car an explosion reached his ears, the fire reached the gasoline barrels that the boys had set up along the perimeter of the house and Cynthia was dead.

Well review and let me know what you think! One or two more chapters should bring us to the end of our tale! I hope you enjoyed!