Chapter seven:

Tess tossed onto her side then finally onto her back and then finally she threw the cover from the bed. All she could hear was the gentle thrumming of the rain against the roof.

She sighed.

Her dream had kept her awake for the past hour and she couldn't shut down the thought that she should call Dean and tell him what she'd seen. She stared at the phone then the clock. If she got John ready now they could be at Bobby's by a reasonable time.

She scrambled from the bed and gathered together some clothes. She needed to tell someone what she'd seen and Bobby was the obvious choice. Dean would only worry or do something stupid if she called him and she knew that on a hunt like this he couldn't afford to take any risks.


As the waitress came to take away their plates Dean grabbed the picture of the victim from his jacket pocket, 'Miss you seen this guy in here at all?' He passed her the picture.

'You two cops?' Dean smiled as they pulled out their badges. 'Well yeah. I've seen him around Mark Green right?'

Dean nodded as she continued he noticed she was pretty eager to help, 'Well he seemed a nice guy. He came in here once in a while whilst passing through. I mean he was a trucker and this place serves pretty decent food and has some decent company so he often came in. I heard about his death I wonder what his wife is going through? He was such a nice guy. '

Her face saddened as she stared into space. 'The last time I saw him was around 6ish Friday night he was in here for some food then he met some other regulars and I heard them mention the bar up the street. Something about pool or poker or something, yeah that was it, then onto the strip joint. I'm sorry I can't be any more help. I'm surprised that you guys are cops I mean we've had some in asking questions about those other men I mean it's scary as it just seemed to start happening you know?'

Sam nodded in agreement, 'Thank you for your time Miss.' She smiled and slightly blushed.

'My names Cherie and if I can help with anything else then…' She trailed off suggestively.

Dean took the opportunity to bite, 'We'll keep that in mind Cherie.' Smirking at her she smiled back and wandered off towards the counter to get their bill. 'It's not her.'

Sam stared at him, 'What how do you know?' He quietened as Dean paid the bill and then rose to leave.

'Well for one Sammy she might be a flirt and all that but she's not that you know?'

He wiggled his eyebrows as Sam shook his head waiting for an answer, 'She's not one of those girls that give's it away. I mean how many times did she say he was a nice guy and the fact that she mentioned his wife. I mean Sam she's a pretty girl surely a guy like that away from home would still flirt with her that kind of thing. Not once did she mention him flirting with her or nothing. See I reckon and this is purely guess work but our person would be telling us these things? I mean come on it's got to be difficult to keep a lid on it that sexual desire it has to come out in conversation.'

Sam nodded in agreement, 'Yeah I guess I mean we don't know what a succubus would do in modern times so I guess you're right. It would be more than likely someone like we said before who works and deals with these men someone who knows their weaknesses and decides they are prime for receiving them.'

'So what now we head to the bar? Or motel?'

Sam shrugged. To be honest he needed the sleep Dean taking his silence as deliberation answered for him, 'Motel.'


Tess drove carefully down the dirt lane. She'd been surprised that John hadn't cried once at being dragged from his warm crib at such a ridiculous time.

He just seemed really curious as to what was going on. Slowing to a stop she saw Bobby's lights were still on. 'Ok little guy let's head in. I'm sure Bobby won't mind our weird time of stopping by.'

Grabbing her bag she opened the door. With practised skill she had John in her arms and all of his baby things and was stepping lightly up Bobby's porch steps when the porch light flipped on.

'Tess that you? What are you doing here? It's pouring with rain.'

Bobby opened the screen door and allowed her entrance. His house was littered with books in large towering piles she always smiled at how he knew exactly where something was and never once dislodged any other things while searching.

'I'm sorry Bobby I should have called but I have a problem.'

He pulled the baby bag from her shoulder and beckoned her to follow him to the kitchen. Grabbing a drink from the fridge he pressed it into her hands. Sighing she gulped it down. 'No demon in me this time.'

He smiled, 'Still gotta check even though I know it's you.' He motioned for her to sit down.

'I had to tell someone if I called Dean well you know what Dean is like!' He nodded in agreement motioning for her continue. 'Well I had a dream about this case.'

Bobby's face never moved an inch, 'I saw Sam and Dean and this bar. Well I'm not sure it's a bar as such more of a strip joint. Well I know or at least I think I know who the next victim could be.'

'Ok when did you have this dream?' His voice cracked partially as John's little arms reached out for him to hold him. Cradling the small boy his eyes raised back to find Tess's.

'I had it tonight. That's why I couldn't let it wait till morning. A guy get's taken from the bar and then found dead. I even think I have a reasonable guess as to who is doing it.' Bobby smiled as John's hand's found his stubbled chin.

'Right so why didn't you just call Dean? Why make me the middle man?' She smiled at him.

'I'm sorry Bobby. Dean will get all irrational and protective as usual and I know how important finding the succubus is and killing it so all of this would be worthless.'

'Ok well tell me about what you saw and then I'll call Dean. I mean for all we know they have already figured out some places to go and investigate. Don't worry so much.'

She smiled, 'Well you know Dean's affect on women and Sam's too. I mean wherever they go women fall for them.' Bobby chuckled as he stared at the beautiful woman sat on the chair next to him.

'You don't get it do you?' She looked confused. She frowned and stared at him waiting for an answer, 'Dean and Sam only have eyes for the women they are with. Dean's a different man. He's still very arrogant and cocky but listen he will only go as far as he thinks he needs too. He has a family now. Sam is exactly the same he's always viewed Dean's methods of getting information a little risky and now things have changed. I mean Dean and Sam have got it lucky. Two beautiful women why would they risk it all? I wouldn't.'

Tess blushed.

'Awww Bobby you sweet talker you.' He laughed and flushed. 'Right well let's get down to information and then calling my husband.'

She cringed as she imagined his face showing the anger at her lack of Intel into her dreaming again.


Dean had fallen instantly asleep as always.

Sam stayed awake staring into the darkness of the room. He'd been thinking of Trin. The way they had left things was almost back to normal she hadn't been pleased about him going on another hunt so soon but she'd soon forgiven him. He closed his eyes seeing her lying in their bed.

She always slept on her side with her legs drawn up and her hands clutched together almost as if she was in silent prayer.

She sometimes slept in his arms which he loved because it meant more time he could stare at her.

The shrill of Dean's phone made him jump and open his eyes. 'Dean!' He muttered turning his head slightly. Dean was still fast asleep his mouth open fractionally. 'Fine!' His hand fumbled for Dean's phone on the side table finding it he flipped it instantly.

'Dean?' He heard Bobby's familiar tone at the other end.

'No Bobby it's Sam Dean's asleep.' He sat up and flicked the light on. 'What's up?'

Rubbing his eyes with his free hand he saw Dean moving in his bed turning over in response to the light being turned on. 'Just a sec.' Grabbing Dean by the shoulder he shook him. 'Dean, Bobby.'

Dean shrugged his brother's hands off him and growled, 'Get off me!' Snatching the phone he muttered, 'What's up Bobby?' He sat up and yawned loudly.

'Dean there has been a development. Well more like a sighting.'

Dean shook his head in confusion, 'Ok you wanna explain that again to the half awake person?' Bobby chortled.

'Well Tess came to ask something about the case.'

Dean gripped the phone tighter to his ear, 'She's dreaming again?' He imagined Bobby nodding as he said yes. 'What did she see?'

'Well she said she saw another victim. This time boys at a local strip bar called Ruth's. '

He paused then continued, 'It's a guys stag do tomorrow night he'll be at the strip bar then he will disappear in which time the next morning his body will be found same m.o as the others.' Dean ran his hand through his short hair as he stared at Sam.

'Ok does Tess know who it is?' He struggled to ask the question knowing fully well that she already did.

'She's a stripper apparently a blonde a newbie short hair.' Dean wrote it down. Passing the paper to Sam he nodded.

'She ok?' He asked quietly.

'Yeah she's fine Dean. I'll look after her till later when it gets lighter. I'll look after them Dean don't worry. You want to talk to her?' Dean rubbed his eyes.

'Yeah thanks Bobby.' Waiting for the phone to pass to Tess, 'Baby you ok?

'Yeah I'm fine baby don't worry about me just get that evil bitch before someone else loosing someone they love.' He smiled at the thought of her sat in Bobby's kitchen.

'Promise me you will tell me next time that this happens.' He heard her sigh then consent. 'I love you.' He whispered.

'I love you too.' Hanging up he threw his phone down on the bed.

'You ok Dean?' Sam asked his big eyes concerned.

'Yeah I mean my wife is still having weirdo dreams but yeah I'm fine.' He sat up and stared at the wall. 'I mean we need to get moving.' He grabbed his jeans before Sam stopped him.

'Dean its morning the clubs won't open till lunch time. Or later plus we only have a rough description of the guy and the stripper. We have to plan and see about it later.' Dean nodded.

'You're right Sam.'

Dropping his jeans back onto the floor and sighed as he got back into bed. 'We'll have to set an alarm.' Sam nodded. Turning off the light he sighed but couldn't force his eyes to close hearing his wife's' voice on the phone had made him nervous.

'Go to sleep Dean.' Sam's voice was sincere and sleepy.