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7

"Where's Dean?" She asked, her face slowly turning to a scowl. She started to scoot away from this monster trying to be her husband...which, as she thought about it, sounded really weird. Dean stared blankly at her, or, well, Dean's face.

"Lauren, I'm right here, right in front of you." He said. Lauren shook her head, scowl deepening.

"I know how Dean kisses and it sure as hell isn't the way you did." She spat. Dean sighed and looked down, eyes shut.

"You know what?" He said darkly. "You're right." He looked up, eyes as black as night and grinned at her.

"SAM!" Lauren yelled. The demon grabbed her arms and turned her over on her back, his smile cold and dark. "Get off me!" She yelled, squirming under his vice like grip. He laughed and bent down, forcing his lips onto hers. Lauren bit down, hard, causing him to jump back. "SAAM!" Lauren screamed. The demon drew his arm back and slapped his hand across Lauren's face. She winced and continued to struggle under him.

Suddenly the door burst open.

"Dean!" Sam bellowed. "What the hell are you doing?" The demon looked up and met Sam's eyes, which turned fiery when he realized what had taken over his brother. Blood dripped down Dean's lip and onto his neck. He grinned maliciously at Sam.

"Sorry Sammy but Lauren and I need to have a chat." Sam flew against the wall, pinned. Lauren stopped struggling, because she couldn't move. "You made this too easy." Dean said to Lauren. "Taking the bait like fish. How sweet."

"What are you talking about ass-hole?" She spat.

"I'm talking about the hunt you've been on. My Tulpa wreaking havoc and distracting the four of you. Too sweet, too easy." He smirked. Lauren sneered at him.

"This was all a distraction. Everything that thing did. What kind of demon are you?"

"One that has been around longer than you can imagine. I've recently left Hell, thanks to the two Winchesters. I decided to come here, after you, and your baby. That's all I really want."

"Who are you?" Sam asked.

"My name can not be pronounced by you pathetic humans. A lesser term would be the demon of fear. I create it, harvest it, and live off of it. That's why I took over Dean here. I am creating so much fear and pain for him right now it's like an all you can eat buffet. He just has so much to work with."

"What the hell are saying?" Lauren asked harshly. Fear bent down, his face smug inches from hers.

"You don't know do you?" He asked. Lauren said nothing. "You have no clue about all of that nasty pain he has built up inside him. I'm surprised, considering your new empathy power. Well, here."

Lauren gasped. Her heart felt like it was being ripped out of her chest, an extremely heavy weight was on her shoulders. She felt hollow inside. So much agony seemed to consume her, both in her head and in her heart. She felt utterly worthless, and terrified. God it hurt so much. Lauren was pushing tears out of her eyes as it got worse and worse. Then it was gone. She could still feel it slightly.

"He carries that around with him, every day." Fear said. Every damn day this is how he feels. And you didn't even know." He laughed lightly and leaned forward kissing her neck because she was unable to move. But she could move her head.

She lunged her head forward and bit his neck as hard as she could. The demon sat up quickly, gripping his neck. The hold he had on Sam and Lauren faltered.

Lauren took the opportunity and rolled off the bed, away from him. The demon looked up and tried to go after her, but when he reached the end of the mattress he stopped, and scowled.

"You bitch." He said. Lauren grinned and lifted the bed skirt, revealing the Devil's Trap she had just closed with the black Sharpie under the bed. She stood and dusted herself off, smiling.

"Ya know for someone who's been around for centuries you're pretty stupid. You should have known someone as good at this game as me would have security." She said. Sam was off the wall, standing slowly. "Would you like to do the honors Sam?" Sam scowled.

"With pleasure." Sam started the exorcism, Lauren grinned. "

Have fun on your trip." When Sam was about halfway through She stopped him. "Sam, it's not working." The demon laughed.

"What's wrong?" He asked. "You've never had this not work before?"

"There has to be a binding symbol somewhere." Sam whispered. The demon laughed again.

"You mean this one?" He asked. He pulled the waistband of Dean's pants down a few centimeters and they saw the small symbol. Lauren scowled and walked toward the monster. The demon reached under the pillow and pulled out a large knife, Dean's Bowie knife, and shoved it against his wrist. Lauren stopped short.

"Ah, ah, ah." Fear said in a mock-sweet voice. "I cant' feel much physical pain you, or I, cause him but he sure can. And it would only add to the hell I'm putting him through now." Lauren scowled bitterly. "So as far as I can see it," He dragged the knife over Dean's bicep so hard it drew a fair amount of blood. "I can do whatever I want and there's nothing you can do about it." He pushed the knife into Dean's stomach and dragged it up, the shallow cut gleaming red. Lauren clenched her teeth and balled her fists.

"You bastard." She spat. Fear grinned and brought the knife next to Dean's neck, where Lauren had bit him, and pushed. Lauren winced. "Stop it." She said. If anything her request had made things worse.

Sam was enraged to the point he wanted to attack the thing inside his brother and force it to come out.

Lauren's face was red, and gaining color by the second as more blood fell from Dean's body, and he was the one doing it. She could see this thing flying up and hitting the ceiling, so hard it knocked the knife from his hands.

"You should hear how loud he is screaming right now." The demon said. "God does he want this to end." Lauren felt tears form in her eyes. Sam took a step forward. Before he could do anything Dean flew up, striking the ceiling, knocking the knife out his hands. Lauren ran and grabbed the knife. Dean landed a second later, the monster inside dazed. She grabbed his waist band and revealed the symbol on his hip.

"Sorry Dean." She said and sliced the knife across the circle at the top, breaking the spell the symbol had. She stumbled back out of the Devil's Trap, knife in hand.

"Son of a bitch." The demon said, glaring at the two. Sam swallowed.

"That comes in handy huh?" He asked. Lauren nodded. Sam began the exorcism again. Fear smiled and closed his eyes.

"I suppose I should finish with him." Minutes later black smoke poured from Dean's mouth, the demon of fear going back to where he belonged. Dean's eyes were still open, his breath labored and shallow. Lauren darted over to the bed and caught Dean before he fell.

"I'm sorry baby." She said. Dean shook his head.

"Thank you." He rasped. She hugged him, and focused, putting her empathy to work. She didn't like what she felt.

"Dean are you alright?" She asked.

"Hey I got the do-" Maggie began, bursting the door open, plastic bags in hand. She looked around the room, startled at what she saw. "Nuts." She looked at Sam. "Did I miss anything important?" She asked. Sam smiled and nodded.

"Are you alright?" Lauren repeated. Dean was struggling to keep his eyes open.

"Yeah I'm...I'm-" He started coughing violently, pushing away from her, his face turning red. He finally gagged, and Lauren's eyes grew at the amount of red liquid that poured over his lips. Dean collapsed in her arms, eyes shut.

"Dean? Dean?" Lauren yelled frantically. "Call 911! Dean! Dean talk to me baby! Dean..!"

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