Chapter Seven
"What?" Dean ran back in the house looking around for her and her bag but both were nowhere to be found.
"Why did she leave, Bobby?" Sam had run to the back rooms looking for any sign of her in the back yard. She hadn't gone out the front door or one of them would have seen her. "I don't see her, Dean," he yelled from the back of the house.
"Come on, Bobby. Why did she leave?" Dean thought a moment. "She heard us, didn't she? She knows what Sam saw in his vision. Damn it, Bobby! Why didn't you stop her?" Dean was up in Bobby's face. "Why didn't you stop her?"
"You don't know her that well, do you? You don't stop Alyssa. You just get out of the way and hope for the best. I learned that a long time ago, and besides, she believes she's doing what's best for all of us." Bobby was not in the least intimidated by Dean, but Alyssa, on the other hand, just plain scared him some times.
"Dean, stop." Sam was trying to calm his brother down. "What if her leaving keeps you alive? If she's not here, she can't hurt you."
"And what if her being separated from us leaves her open to the demon. Maybe we're meant to stop him from getting her. Maybe she just walked out the door and into his plan." Dean headed to the car intent on finding her. She could be the only weapon they had against the demon.
"You coming, Sam?" Dean started the Impala and put it into gear. "If you hear from her, Bobby, you better call," he called out the car window. Sam jumped in just as Dean was hitting the accelerator, peeling out of the junkyard and spraying gravel on several junk cars.
Find her, boys. Please find her and keep her safe. Bobby closed the door and made sure his cell phone was charged and working.
Wiping away what few tears she allowed to escape, Alyssa headed out the back way of the junkyard. Bobby made sure she knew about the escape route and how to access it, just in case things got hot and they had to run.
She needed to get as far away from Dean as possible, for there was no way she would be the one to kill him. She'd placed his life in danger once, and through some miracle, he'd survived. She wasn't going to second-guess fate and end up being wrong. If it meant he would live, then she chose to leave.
Alyssa kept her car near the back gate of the junkyard. She hadn't a need for it a few years ago, so she had asked Bobby to tow it back to the yard and keep it for her. She found the dark blue 1968 Chevy Camaro in its usual place, the key still hidden under the left front wheel well.
She felt even more at home as she slid behind the steering wheel. She and the old girl had seen a lot of action the last ten years.
'Ready for some more,' she mentally bonded with the car again. 'I've missed you.'
She turned the key in the ignition, her pulse racing as the car roared to life. She put the car in gear, pulled up to the remote-controlled gate, opened the glove box and paused for a moment. Was this the right thing to do?
'You're second-guessing this, aren't you? The voice seemed hopeful she'd change her mind.
'Not anymore,' she responded and hit the remote button, rolling out of the junkyard, perhaps for the last time.
She knew Dean and Sam would be after her soon, so there wasn't much time to put a lot of space between her and them as was possible.
The road seemed to go on forever. She secretly kept hoping to see the grill of the Impala in her rear view mirror, but she knew they wouldn't know where she'd gone or which way she was headed.
'If you're hoping they'll find you, then you need to turn back and let them find you.'
'You know that's not possible. I'm not going to let either of them come to harm.'
'What are you planning to do?'
'You're in my freaking head, and you can't see what I'm thinking?'
'You're going to take on the demon and get yourself killed.'
'Better I die fighting than end up killing anyone else. You up for a suicide mission?'
'Not really. You can stop him, but you still need their help. You shouldn't be doing this on your own.'
'Hope you have a nice place to go after I die. Hate to think of you floating around looking for some other poor sap to torture.'
Alyssa enjoyed the silence in her mind, the music on the radio, and the expansive road before her.
She hadn't told Bobby where she was going; she knew he'd send the boys to catch her a few minutes after her own departure. He was just good to her that way. She loved him dearly and would die to protect him, and in order to protect all of them, she would have to set out to kill the demon or die trying.
Dean was sick and tired of people getting noble and leaving him when they were in trouble. They had been driving for two days straight and there was no sign of Alyssa. He had the pedal to the metal, the windows rolled down, and the music blasting as high as possible.
With AC/DC on the stereo he'd had the motivation to keep the speedometer topped out for as long as needed. Bobby didn't know which way she had gone, so they had taken a stab at heading east.
Sam dared the wrath of the driver and turned the music down to talk to his brother.
"So, we're just driving and hoping we bump into her?" Sam wasn't sure how to go about finding her, or even if they should.
"Yeah, that's the plan we have right now, at least until something better comes along. It'd be easier if you could just have a vision and let me know where she went."
"I know. I wish it worked that way, too." Sam looked at the expanse of road that lay ahead of them. "Dean, I'm sorry. I should've handled the vision better than I did. I just didn't know…"
"It's okay, Sam. I get it. I'd have probably done the same thing. Call Bobby and see if he's heard anything, yet."
"Dean, he'll call us if he hears anything."
"I know, but humor me."
The phone rang for what seemed like forever before he answered. Bobby had been on the other line with Alyssa. She had called to let him know she was okay, but she hadn't given him her location. Sam had an idea and asked Bobby for her number and phone service.
He contacted the cell phone company and pretended to be Alyssa's father. He claimed that she had been missing for a few days and was on medication. He begged for their help in tracking down where the last call had originated.
"Got it. Yes, thank you so much. You've been a great help." Sam ended the call. "Got her. The last phone call came from Malden, Missouri. We missed her by a couple of hours on I-90."
"Damn." Dean turned the car around not bothering to use the brakes and headed back to the interstate junction they had passed three hours ago. 'You're not getting away that easily,' he thought.
Sam wasn't sure how to bring up something that had been bothering him since Alyssa's arrival in their lives. So, he just came out with it.
"Dean, why are we chasing her down? Why do you want to find her so bad?" Sam waited to see if Dean would answer him.
"I don't know. I don't know if it's because she's the best thing we have as a weapon against the demon, or…" He cut off not wanting to think that maybe there was something more.
"Or…what?" Sam waited again.
"Or, nothing. We just need to find her. I don't want her on the demon's side. Okay?" Dean turned the music back up. Conversation over.
Sam sat back and watched the scenery speed by.
Alyssa couldn't eat another bite. She was stuffed. Missouri was always her favorite state. The people were nice, the weather was pretty good, and the food was awesome. She'd been here for a couple of days now and had made herself at home, but she really missed South Dakota and all she had left behind.
She thought about her phone call to Bobby. He'd been so happy to hear that she was okay. They had talked a while about the car, the shop, and him. And no, she wasn't going to tell him where she was, but she promised to call in another two days.
She was exhausted from the long nights of driving and the long days holed up in motel rooms. It was all starting to take a toll on her body and mind.
Alyssa had reserved a motel room a couple of miles up the road. She'd been there before and knew the proprietor well. She'd done a job for him some years back, and he had never forgotten it. The room was on the house; a favor returned she just couldn't pass up.
She pulled into the motel parking lot, putting the car right outside her room, remembering the rule. The key to the room was one of those obnoxious key-card things, making her miss the days of real keys. She was just about on her last nerve with the key-card when the door clicked open.
The excruciating pain drove her to her knees just inside the door. Her head felt as if it were being split open, blinding her. She knew the room layout enough to make it to the bed with only one bruise on her leg from the television stand.
What the hell was this? She never had headaches like this. Sam did. The other psychic children had headaches. She wasn't like them.
She couldn't see her room anymore.
She was in a church. Sam was next to her in a tuxedo, but he wasn't Sam. His eyes were lit with fire. Dean was screaming for Sam to help him as he was pinned to a stained-glass window twenty feet above the church floor. He was bleeding profusely from a wound on his forehead. She looked down at herself and saw blood on the white dress she wore. She reached up to touch her scars. They were open and bleeding again. Sam spoke to her, "Welcome home."
Her head was spinning as the vision ended, and she could smell the sulfur as it burned her throat. She stumbled blindly to the bathroom and had barely made it to the toilet when she vomited up the breakfast and dessert she'd consumed earlier.
After heaving her guts out for what must have been an eternity, Alyssa made her way to the bed and fell onto the cool pillows. She felt as if she were on fire.
It was a two-day drive that took a day and a half with Dean at the wheel. The brothers pulled into Malden, Missouri with a few hours left before sunset. The town wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either. They had a Wal-Mart, a McDonald's, and even a Taco Bell.
They drove around looking for motels, stopping at each one, and asking the managers if they had seen someone matching Alyssa's description.
By the fourth motel, Sam was beginning to think they'd missed her again.
Dean caught sight of a motel sign partially covered by tree branches. He pulled in to the parking lot and saw the Camaro. Bobby said she'd be driving a blue '68 Camaro.
Sam checked the license plate number Bobby had given them with the one on the car. It matched. It was hers. The feeling inside him awoke with the anticipation of finding her again, hoping for something, waiting for her.
Dean backed the Impala into the parking space next to the Camaro.
"You girls behave now," he spoke out loud to the cars.
"I'll go talk to the manager and see if he's seen her," Sam was always better at talking to people anyway.
Dean was checking out the motel room windows that were right in front of the car trying to hear inside. Since she knew the rule about parking the car as close as possible, she had to be in one of these two rooms, number thirteen or number fifteen. He'd been trying to hear any sounds behind the doors when Sam came back with a strange look on his face.
"Well, he says she's been here, but that she's not anymore."
"He's lying, we know that. She wouldn't leave her car here." Dean was listening to the door to room thirteen. He jumped back as the door was jolted by a hit from something on the other side.
"Alyssa!" He yelled through the door.
"Dean," her voice was weak, barely audible.
"Alyssa, open the door." He waited for the door to click. "Alyssa, open the door." He didn't want to sound frantic, but it was hard not knowing what was happening behind door number thirteen.
A few seconds later there was a click, but the door only opened a hair. He tried to open it further, but Alyssa was on the floor behind it. He slowly pushed her with the door until he could squeeze himself in. He let it close with Sam on the other side so he could get Alyssa out of the way. He laid her on the bed and opened the door for Sam.
"What's wrong with her, Dean?"
"I don't know. She's burning up, though."
"We need to cool her down." Sam went into the bathroom to start the water for a bath. He grabbed the hand towels, soaked them in the cool running water, and brought them out to Dean. "Here, pat her down with these. At least it'll get her started until the tub fills up enough."
Dean took the wet cloths and sat on the bed with Alyssa.
'What the hell is happening to you? Why'd you leave? We could have helped you.'
There were so many questions that may not get answers now that something seemed terribly wrong with her. He gently patted her forehead and cheeks and was about to pat down her neck when he noticed her scars were red and inflamed, as if they were infected.
"The water's ready." Sam returned from the bathroom. "Do you want to undress her or just put her in like that?" Sam was a bit uncomfortable with this part.
"Let's get her jeans and shirt off. That'll get the water on her skin at least."
Sam held her, doing his best to ignore the sensations inside of him, while Dean took off her shirt and removed her jeans. With her down to the bare minimum of clothing, Dean began to remove his own clothes.
"What are you doing, Dean?" Sam didn't see this as being the best time for getting naked with her.
"Dad used to do this with us when we had fevers. It was safer than just leaving us in the tub alone."
"Really? He'd jump in the tub when we had fevers like this?" Sam was astounded. He didn't remember his father doing anything of the kind.
"Yeah. I'll get in and you lower her down onto me. Okay?" Dean headed for the tub wearing only his boxer briefs.
This should be interesting, Sam thought to himself.
"This water's kind of cold, Sam. It needs to be a lot warmer," Dean yelled from the bathroom.
"Sorry." Sam answered back, patting Alyssa with the cool towels. He too noticed the scars on her neck and thought back to his vision of her in the church. Could this mean it was coming true?
The water ran for a couple of minutes before Dean announced that he was ready. Sam easily lifted Alyssa off the bed maneuvering her carefully into the bathroom. The woman weighed nothing, but she could fight like a heavyweight-boxing champ.
Dean was sitting in the water waiting for him. Sam lowered Alyssa between his brother's legs, laying her head on his chest.
Her breath caught as her hot skin hit the cooler water. Dean cupped the bath water in his hands and let it fall over every inch of her skin, from her neck down.
"Call Bobby. Let him know what's going on. See if he knows anything or if he knows of a doctor who can help her."
"I'm on it." Sam left the two of them in the tub to call their old friend.
Bobby let out the breath he'd been holding since the boys took off after Alyssa. They found her, but there was something else wrong now. That was okay, though, at least they were with her, and he knew she was in good hands.
Sam had called asking his advice about what they needed to do for Alyssa. Apparently she was burning up with some kind of fever. They didn't see anything else wrong with her, except her scars looked infected. Bobby thought it was strange because her scars had been healed for years.
Bobby assured Sam that he would send some help their way. He made a few phone calls and cashed in on some owed favors.
There was a doctor in Branson, Missouri, who owed Bobby his life. The appreciative doctor took the rest of the day off and was on his way to the boys and Alyssa without hesitation.
Alyssa's fever hadn't broken even after twenty minutes of soaking in the water. The bath had taken the heat out of her for a while, but she spiked up again. Dean wasn't sure about what to do next.
Bobby called Sam back to let him know a doctor was on the way. He gave them the man's name and description and reminded them to offer the doctor a shot of holy water before letting him anywhere near Alyssa.
With time on their hands until the good doctor arrived, Dean went to get food for him and his brother.
Dean had left Sam in charge of making sure Alyssa didn't die on them. He hadn't thought of what he would do if he were alone with her, but here she was, weak, helpless, and dependent on him. He paced the floor hoping Dean would return soon. He didn't know if he could control himself for too much longer with the need still awake within him, urging him to get closer to her, to touch her.
Alyssa moaned in her feverish sleep. Sam sat on the bed next to her, stroking her forehead with a damp cloth.
"Hey, there," he assured her she wasn't alone. "It's me, Sam. Dean ran out to get food. He'll be back." Being this close to her was intoxicating, almost giving him an alcoholic buzz.
"Sam?" She tried to open her eyes, but the room kept spinning. Best to keep them closed.
Touch him, Alyssa. Touch him and feel the power.
"Oh, God," she rolled over grabbing her head. "No, go away."
"What's wrong?" he touched her arm, the shock ran through his fingers reaching into the depths of his need, setting it on fire once again.
"No, Sam. Don't." she was trying to move away from him, unable to handle the overwhelming surge of whatever it was she had felt.
"Alyssa, what's happening?" he could feel it drawing him to her again. He needed to be closer to her. He didn't care what it was; he only wanted more of it.
Feel it all, Alyssa. Give it to him and you'll have so much more.
She was desperately trying to put as much space between herself and Sam as was possible. The nausea crashed over her again and again as she made her way to the other side of the bed.
Unable to see where she was going, Alyssa fell on the floor and retreated to the darkened corner. There she waited for the pain, the nausea, and the growing need to be with Sam to pass.
He couldn't understand what was happening to him. The air in the room had warmed considerably, and the vicious need for her was almost overpowering, but he consciously made the effort to sit down on the chair across the room from her.
Dean would be back soon, so it was best to sit down and wait for him to return. He was confused as to what was happening to him. She was Dean's for sure, but why did the jealousy burn within him? Why did he want her so much at this moment?
Sam stared at Alyssa's body scrunched up in the corner as if she were trying to melt into the wall. His senses were returning to normal, the need was quieted for now. His time would come; somehow he knew it would.
There was a loud pounding on the room door. Sam grabbed a gun and held it behind his back. He took a moment to look through the peephole in the door silently laughing at the sight before him.
Sam opened the door to see Dean holding half a burger in his mouth, three bags of fast food in his left hand, and steadying a drink tray with three tall sodas in his right.
Dean glared at his brother until he took the drink tray. Following behind him into the room, he expected to see Alyssa still on the bed, hopefully awake and alert. To his horror, he saw her on the floor, huddled in a corner of the room, close to unconsciousness.
"What happened, Sam?" He threw his burger in one of the bags and tossed them to Sam. "Alyssa," he touched her arm expecting to feel the same warm feeling spread through him, but there was no warmth, just her hot skin.
She flinched when she felt a hand touch her afraid it was Sam again. She turned her aching head to see Dean's face close to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck falling into him, allowing him to pick her up and place her back on the bed.
"I didn't do anything to her, Dean. I swear it. She woke up, I sat next to her, touched her arm, and she just…." he didn't know how to describe the rest.
"Just what?"
"She ended up over there on her own. I sat back down here and made sure she didn't hurt herself. That's all." He didn't think Dean was accusing him of anything, but he felt guilty nonetheless.
"Well, after the doc gets here and does his thing, we should think about getting a room for us for a couple of nights."
"Sure. First thing."
Sam and Dean sat down to eat their meals in silence. Every moan, every groan Alyssa made caused another worry line to etch itself across Dean's forehead. Something was happening between Alyssa and his brother, but he couldn't be sure of what, not yet at least. He'd have to keep a closer eye on both of them until he figured this out.
A knock on the door startled them out of their thoughts. On instinct, they pulled their guns from the backs of their pants. Dean remembered the holy water, sticking it into his back pocket. Both took their positions on either side of the door.
The peephole offered a look at their visitor behind the door. He wore glasses and had graying hair, but Sam couldn't see much else of him.
They knew the routine; Sam would open the door and invite their guest in, and Dean would come up behind him. Sam held the gun just behind the door as he opened it.
"Can I help you?" Sam put on his most polite manners. He quickly sized up the visitor.
He must have been around the same height as Dean. His hair was a salt and pepper color, with his temples completely gray, which put his age somewhere between fifty and sixty years. Bobby had described him perfectly. He wore a black three-piece business suit and carried the traditional doctor's bag.
"I'm Dr. Perkins. Bobby sent me. You must be his son, Sam. He said you'd be the really tall one."
"Thanks for coming, Dr. Perkins." Apparently Bobby had played them off as his children.
Sam opened the door to let the doctor into the room. He immediately grabbed the bag and held the gun chest level to the doctor.
Dean came up behind him without missing a beat, a gun pointed at the back of his head.
"Hey, Doc. You don't mind if we do our own examination first, do you?" Dean threw the bottle of holy water to Sam.
"Here, take a swig of this," Sam opened the bottle and gave it to the nervous doctor.
"Bobby told me there'd be some kind of test I had to take to get in here. I was hoping for a trivia question, really."
'The doc has a sense of humor.' thought Dean.
Dr. Perkins took a couple of swallows of the Holy Water, and then handed it back to Sam. They waited a few seconds to see if anything happened. Nothing. They lowered their guns.
Dean clapped Dr. Perkins on the back. "Nice to meet you, doc," and led him to Alyssa lying on the bed.
About an hour later, Dr. Perkins was finished with his examination of Alyssa. Without blood work and other types of test, he was only guessing at what was going on in her body.
"Based on the condition of the scars and her symptoms, I say she's got a blood infection. She'll need to take antibiotics for two weeks. She should be fine, but if she doesn't show some improvement in 72 hours, you'll be looking at an emergency room visit." Dr. Perkins gave Dean a prescription slip for the medication. "Get that filled and make sure she takes every single one."
"Got it. Thanks, doc. We owe you one now. You ever need us for anything, let Bobby know, and he'll get the message to us."
They all shook hands farewell, and Dean escorted the doctor out of the room, making sure he drove off out of sight before going back in the room.
"Here," he handed the piece of paper to Sam. "You go do this."
"Sure, no problem." Sam was always being dumped with the gopher work, but this time however, he didn't mind. Being alone with Alyssa was going to get him in more trouble than he wanted.
Dean sat back nursing his soda, watching Alyssa breathe. If she pulled out of this, he was going to seriously kick her ass. It was bad enough she had gotten under his skin, but now she's running off when things hit the fan.
"Women," he huffed.
"What about us?" she whispered.
Dean hadn't expected the response but was at least relieved to see was coming around and seemed to be lucid. "You're hard-headed, stubborn, and completely irrational," he helped her sit up a bit more on her pillow.
"Sounds like you. Guess that means you'll make a great wife someday," she grabbed a hold of his arm, steadying herself against the spinning sensation in her head.
It was there again. The warmth spread from his arm to his chest. He took it as a good sign that she was recovering.
"You shut your mouth, woman," the smile on her face was a relief to him.
"I'd say make me, but I'm not quite up for that right now," she kept her gaze focused on his eyes. As long as her vision wasn't moving, the nausea was kept at bay.
Sam arrived back at the motel room having filled the prescription and procuring another room. He could see Alyssa was improving; at least she was awake. Avoiding eye contact with her, he handed the medicine bottle to Dean.
"I've got a room right above this one. If you need anything…"
"I'll call you." This was awkward, talking to his brother like this, but he wasn't sure of what he should think or feel about anything. The whole situation was foreign to him. "Thanks for this, Sam," he shook the bottle of pills. "You get some sleep. I'll stay here with her."
"Okay. See you two in the morning," Sam waved a short bye to Alyssa, which she returned with her own.
After Sam had gone upstairs and Dean could hear his footsteps above them, he sat on the bed next to Alyssa.
"You have to sit up and start taking these," he unscrewed the bottle and shook out one of the white pills.
"Do I have to?" she whined as she slowly lifted her head to take the pill and the soda he offered with which to wash it down.
"Just take the damn pill," he was still pissed at her for ducking out on them in the first place.
"Guess I'm still in trouble, huh?" she swallowed the pill chasing it with the stale soda.
"You have no idea," he gave her his best 'ass-kicking yet to come' look.
"Yeah, I think I do," her heart raced out of control when he looked like that. The green in his eyes deepened when he was angry, or burning with desire. She wasn't sure which one she preferred right at the moment, but she knew which one was going to be first in line. "So, let's hear it."
"Hear what? How stupid you were? How irresponsible it was to just run off like that?"
"So, you're saying I was stupid and irresponsible," the room wasn't spinning so much now. The soda had given her body something else to do besides cause her grief.
"What the hell were you thinking?" He got up, pacing around the bed, working off his anger. "Why'd you just leave like that? No matter what happens, what Sam sees, or what we know, you don't just take off on your own trying to be some kind of solo hero!"
She thought about saying something about how she was an adult and didn't need his permission to do what she wanted, but she thought it was best to let him have his moment in the sun. She knew the older sibling complex personally.
"I'm sorry for leaving you guys like that."
'Now was that so hard to do?' the voice returned.
'Where the hell were you when I needed you to get him out of my head?' There was no answer.
"You're sorry? Do you realize that if we hadn't found you, you might be dead right now? What if the demon had gotten to you before we did?"
The whole trip to find her was a blur. They had only stopped to fill up the gas tank and get food. Finding her was all he could think of as they traveled the roads.
"Look, I said I was sorry. I know I acted stupid. Point made, okay? It won't happen again. I promise."
"I know it won't. You're not leaving my sight…our sight," he corrected. He could just throttle her right now.
Tearing her eyes away from his blazing green orbs, she saw the bag of fast food sitting on the table. "Is that mine? I'm hungry."
"Well, I guess that's progress. The food's cold though."
"There's a microwave in the office. Tell Larry it's for me, and you'll have free access."
"Friendly with Larry, are we?" The first stirrings of jealousy were new to him.
"I did a job for him a few years back. Let's just say he's repaying a debt," she smiled. "And if I didn't know better, Dean Winchester, I'd say you were just a little jealous."
"Am not," and he was out the door before she could say another word.
With Dean gone, she opted to have a little talk with the voice in her head. After all, it was always telling her what to do, where to go, what to say. It was her turn to demand obedience.
'What's happening to me, now? And no cryptic crap. Give it to me straight.'
'He's trying to drive you to use your powers. It's all linked to Sam somehow. As if you two are supposed to become one, increasing your powers, but leading you to darkness.'
'Did you look this up in a book somewhere and just decide to tell me?'
'When he was here, he left a thought.'
'Great he's leaving garbage in my head now. How much room is in there? Should I start charging rent?'
After a very drawn out conversation with the motel proprietor, Larry, Dean was able to escape back to the room with Alyssa's now nuked burger and fries.
"Not fresh off the grill, but at least it's hot," he handed her the bag.
"Thanks. How's Larry?" she dug into the bag, her appetite returning rather quickly.
"Larry is going in for prostate surgery next week, as well as a colonoscopy. Other than that, he's just fine. Very appreciative of your handling of his spook, so he put it."
"I take you two hit it off right from the start, huh?" she smiled knowing Larry was quite the talker. "I'll have to stop by and wish him good health before we leave."
Finishing the mildly tasteless reheated combo meal, she settled down to watch the movie Dean had set on the television, something about giant spiders, a mall, and lots of screaming people.
He had nestled in the bed next to her, content with just being there to keep an eye on her. A few minutes into the movie she was out, her breathing steady. He relaxed knowing she was going to be fine and let the droning of the boring under-budget B-movie lull him to sleep.
Scratching noises, like something trying to get in.
He woke with a start, not knowing where the noises were coming from and forgetting where he was for just a moment. Rubbing the sleep from his face, he saw Alyssa at the end of the bed drawing in her sketchbook like a mad woman. She had apparently showered and dressed herself in a tank top and underwear while he had slept.
How long had he been out? Now what's up with her? He thought through the sleepiness still lying heavy in his head. Dean moved in behind Alyssa placing a hand on her back. Her fever seemed to be better. He looked at his watch. It was just after three in the morning.
"I already took the next pill. I didn't want to wake you," she didn't even look at him. She was intent on getting the vision out on paper. Dean rubbed her back gently while she drew letting the familiar and welcome feeling spread through him.
Her vision was eerily similar to the one Sam had suffered through at Bobby's. On the center of the paper was a church; every detail of it was there, even the steeple and bell. In the top right corner was a depiction of Dean bleeding and it looked like choking. Behind his head was the same stained glass window Sam had seen. Sam was in the bottom left corner, his eyes blazing with fire. In the top left corner of the paper, Dean could see the entire scene inside the church. Alyssa was standing inside the church dressed in a long gown, her arm raised. Dean looked in the direction of her arm and saw himself up against the window again, completely off the ground.
Alyssa stopped drawing, looking at the picture of the future, her future, their future. All the fear and rage built to the point of boiling over. She threw the book across the room hitting the wall and let out an angry, throat-scorching scream.
Dean pulled her to him before she completely lost control. The comforting warmth he was accustomed to became pure heat assaulting him, spreading through his body, lighting him up inside. It took all he had to suppress the fire long enough to handle her.
'Why is this happening to me? I don't want this, any of it. Why the hell was I chosen for this crap!' She waited for an answer but there was nothing but silence.
Dean could here footsteps coming from the room above them. Sam had heard her scream and would be calling, and as he expected, his cell phone went off. Dean dug it out of his pocket and clicked it open.
"She's alright. She's just pissed. Go back to sleep. It's okay. Yeah, we're fine. I'll call you if anything changes," he clicked the phone closed and threw it on the table. "Alyssa. Look at me." He turned her towards him, cupping her face in his hands. "Calm down. We'll figure this out. Okay?"
The fear and pain in her eyes pierced his soul. This woman had gotten to him. It had taken him a lot of time and hard work to get her out of his system the first time, but since she'd come back into his life, she had spread through him like a virus, infecting every part of him, his thoughts, his dreams, every nerve in his body.
Could he handle this? Could he deal with a relationship and the job? Was he even ready to take that next step?
She could sense he was doing his best to control the overpowering heat consuming him. It was her all her doing, spreading herself through him, making his eyes darken. His body was tensing in response to her anger, her rage, feeding his own suppressed emotions. She didn't want him to push it all away. She wanted him to ride it out with her.
Wanting to talk no more, she kissed him forcing him to submit to her this time.
Not sure of what had just happened, Dean pulled himself away. Her chest was heaving; her eyes were darkening from their normal chestnut to a deep chocolate brown. As much as he wanted her like this, he had to question her motives. Was this her doing or some otherworldly force intruding on one of his hottest fantasies?
She could see the hesitation in his eyes, and not wanting to ruin the moment with words, she cocked her eyebrow up and bit her bottom lip.
Good enough, he smirked and dove into her mouth will all the force she could handle. He pulled her onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. The sensation he had come to know as her running through him was boiling up within him, driving him on, wanting her more.
The feel of him pushing against her, ready and willing, drove her rage higher. She wanted him inside of her, reaching deeper than humanly possible. She raked her nails across his shoulders wanting to feel his skin against hers.
He threw her on the bed, stepping back long enough to catch his breath as he stripped off his clothes. His skin was on fire, his own anger rising to meet hers.
All his frustrations, fears, worries, and disappointments met in the center of him, fueling the pyre burning in his soul. She had lit this, and he somehow knew she was the only one who could put it out.
His eyes were darkening even more as his rage spiraled. She was absorbing him, soaking up his darkness, forcing it to meld with hers, wanting to give it back to him to make it stronger. She had pulled off her tank top just before he slammed down on top of her.
He ripped her underwear off, not wanting to wait any longer. He crushed her to him, bruising her lips with his. She growled deep in her throat as he bit her neck, driving himself into her with no warning.
The fire was right there, wanting release, growing higher, climbing that peak as he continued moving deeper into her with every muscle in his body. Her nails dug into his back drawing blood, wanting him to hate, rage, and kill.
He felt her nails scraping across his skin. It felt incredible, and he rode it, wanting her to feel it too. He was almost at the pinnacle of all of his pain, and he wanted her to be with him on this. Dean wanted her to feel the agony of his existence, and the only way he could think of to give her all she demanded was to bite her, much like a vampire.
Her skin in his teeth was the last thing she felt as the world behind her eyes exploded in flames. She felt Dean reach his own release, giving her his misery, his death, his life, his rage, all he had within him was hers.
Sam woke up as he felt his body burning, but he wasn't on fire. This was from inside, and he knew it was Alyssa. He could see the rage as the flames that ran through his mind. But his body felt the release of it all. He arched his back feeling himself being brought to a climax he had never known before.
Whatever this was found the need that had been slumbering, bringing it to life, giving it what it had been waiting for. He could smell her, taste the sweat on her skin, feel her wrapped around him, but he was alone in his room.
Somewhere out there, beyond the motel, beyond the boundaries of time, waiting in the darkness, the demon smiled. His plan was coming together perfectly. Of course, it had cost him his own daughter, but she had stepped out of line anyway.
Alyssa was exactly what he needed. She was the key to his success. Dean was playing his part perfectly. Sam now knew what he needed from Alyssa, and he would have his turn, very soon. Yellow eyes looked out across the realms of existence, waiting.