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Warning: This chapter contains an intimate encounter although not graphic. Let me know if you feel I should change the rating to mature.

Hopefully Bobby sounds accurate. I tried really hard on him so let me know your thoughts.

This chapter should be interesting and is long so I hope you enjoy. Let me know!

Notes on the chapter: I actually did a fair amount of research for this. Like Sam iterates, there really isn't much information about Succubae on the net. Also the Incubus, while more popular, doesn't have much on him either. I've taken a couple of liberties but I wanted to incorporate a few different legends. I found the medieval Witch's handbooks very informative on the subject. I can provide the links for excerpts from those and the exorcism ritual used in this chapter if you're interested.

Offspring

Chapter 10

Human.

Fucking human!?

"Oh man…" Sam groaned, eyes widening with shock.

He was fucking surprised? Dean was the one who was carrying a…"A human… kid? As in a baby?"

"What are you deaf now, Dean?" Bobby gave him an 'obviously' look but there was sympathy in his eyes.

Dean could feel Sam's dewy puppy dog eyes on him too without even having to look. He was starting to feel a bit claustrophobic. But to his relief his brother eventually turned back to the other man. "Bobby, how can it be human? He's throwing up blood and tar!"

"-Yeah, and craving pickles. It's freaky shit." Even as Dean was joking around his defense mechanism was apparently on the fritz again. As long as this thing was some crazy supernatural parasite they could get rid of it somehow. And for some reason he hadn't been anxious. They'd been in tougher spots.

Not that anxious anyway. Until Bobby came.

Dean started wishing he had remained in the dark. He suddenly felt like taking another long drive: loud music, windows open, and getting the hell out of this town. He hummed some Metallica to himself inaudibly and clenched his fists, digging short nails into his palms. Dean was hoping his brother couldn't tell how panicked he was getting. Although Sam was usually more perceptive, to Dean's relief he still engrossed in the conversation and still trying to convince Bobby he was wrong. "And then tonight, we were careless- I was careless and the hunt got to Dean."

Sam's jaw clenched in shame and emotion and Dean frowned. Sammy…You were that freaked?

"The siren stabbed its' claws through his throat." Sam looked like he was trying not to choke in front of Bobby. "He was dead and then, he wasn't. But he died, Bobby."

"Hey. Did not." Dean felt himself becoming defensive. If he had really died it meant that he was now less than human. All this for a good lay? What did I ever do to deserve it?

"Did to." Sam's automatic flat response. He seemed to think this wasn't up for debate.

"Did not-" Oh I am so not playing this game right now… "Shut up, Sam. I did not die." All sympathy about how upset Sam was evaporated. After all, Dean was the one who was the freak now. He couldn't really tease his brother about visions while this shit was happening. And I had so many good cracks for it too. -Kind of sick that that's what I'm worried about right now. "I just… healed really fast, idiot." The other men just looked at him and he realized how unconvincing it sounded in his own ears before it completely left his mouth.

"Dude." Sam tried patiently and slowly as though talking to a child. "The claws were sticking out the other side of your neck." Dean mouth dropped into a grimace. If he thought back to it he had imagined they went through. At the beach he had looked up into his brother's stricken face and choked on his own blood when he tried to reassure him. Dean's hand unconsciously went to his neck.

"Aw hell." Bobby stood up and rapidly went over to Dean, grabbing his chin in concern to look him over, but the hunter shoved his father figure away from him roughly. He felt like a cornered animal with them staring at him.

"There aren't any marks. I'm okay." He said finally so Bobby would back off. Although Bobby was as solemn and salty as always he looked a bit surprised and hurt to be rejected like that. "Stop worrying, I'm fine for now. But Sam is right about one thing. The kid can't be human. I've been throwing up black shit, passing out, and eating pickles and fritos all at the same time. I feel like I'm on the edge of puking in the morning but I can't stop eating. I am not overly fond pickles, man, and I'm not happy about watching them come back up either." Dean felt all his anger and frustration well up in a knot in his throat and pressure behind his eyes and immediately punched the wall. "Dammit!" He hit hard enough to crack the cheap dry wall, probably bruising his knuckles. At least he didn't feel on the verge anymore. A little pain was better than what he felt like he was going to do. Not around Sam and never around Bobby.

They were both staring at him again and his gruff voice that everyone said was so much like his father's suddenly went softer. "This thing is not a…" He frowned and looked down at his stomach as he felt something give a flip inside. He had kept his leather zipped most of the day despite the warm weather. To hide the awkward bulge that looked like the beginning of a beer belly. He unzipped it now to look at it. "..baby."

"Bobby. This is definitely not a normal pregnancy."

"Great deduction, genius." Dean snapped.

Sam shrugged and couldn't resist his own retort, stage whispering to Bobby. "Hormones."

Dean gifted Sam with a glare meant to burn his little brother to a cinder. Sadly it didn't.

Sam ignored the look and continued on. "It looks like he's in the second trimester already and its only been two days since the thing got to him and he started showing symptoms. Even Dad's journal said the 'spawn' would be a demon."

Bobby rolled his eyes as he often had to do around the brothers. Those boys sometimes needed a smack upside the head with all their petty arguing instead of getting to the point. "Well dammit, why would you think it would be a normal pregnancy? Didn't you learn anything at Stanford, boy?" It was Dean's turn to snicker. "He's probably throwing up blood because his body wasn't meant to take this. It has nothing to do with what's inside him and everything to do with the demon who got him in this mess. Nothin' against your Daddy but I've said this before; he never had much experience with demons. Most of what he knew about was second hand oral history bullshit. There are a ton of demons out there that prey on humans like this, but this one that's on you Dean, it's gotta be abnormally strong for an incubus."

Dean managed to look like Bobby had offended his masculinity with that name for the demon. "It wasn't an incubus. She was totally a hot girl when I met her!"

"First thing you learn is that they're shape shifters, Dean. I'm not gonna call it a damn succubus just to make you feel better." Bobby rolled his eyes again when Dean grumbled, muttering curses about 'goddamn shape shifting bastards', and adjusted his dusty grease worn cap again. "Stop interrupting if you want answers, boy."

Sam squeezed Dean's tense shoulder trying to get him to relax a little. It only earned him another harsh glare although it made Dean feel slightly better. He was trying hard to ignore the queasiness he felt with the slight stirring in his abdomen and concentrate on Bobby's words. Neither of them seemed to have noticed how uncomfortable he was but, although his brother's touch was actually reassuring, he shoved Sam's hand off. He really didn't feel like cuddling, or hugging, or any shit like that. Especially in front of Bobby.

The old man was pulling out a large stack of ancient books and photocopies. The musty smell of old paper and dust already permeated the room, reminding both brothers of Bobby's house. It was the only place besides Pastor Jim's that held any positive nostalgia. One of the only places that had ever felt like home. Until their Dad decided to pick a fight and the older hunter had chased him out with the shot gun. Bobby had a long fuse. Dean might have never said this when his father was alive but he had to agree with Bobby: 'John just had that affect on people.'

The old man pulled out a particularly dusty tome. It was a copy of "Malleus Malificarum" that looked like it would disintegrate if he blew on it wrong; the "Hammer of Witches." Dean wasn't big on books but Sam's eyes lit up like Christmas in recognition. He knew Sam was tempted to take it and study the old pages. Geek.

"You brought an original German copy? That's almost impossible. They're so rare." Yup. Sam's fingers were twitching.

"Well I brought the English translation too since I know you don't know much German."

"Only a little." Sam admitted, but gave into the temptation and abandoned his brother to sit next to Bobby and examine the book. Dean tried not to look annoyed as they chatted. Sometimes he forgot how much of a bookworm Bobby was despite the stacks upon stacks of unorganized books in his house. I mean c'mon, he's kickass professional hunter who fixed up old cars in the junkyard for a living.

But no, despite all his experience at kicking demonic forces back to hell, one of his childhood mentors was gushing over a book with Sam. "Guys? I appreciate the love fest over the pretty book and all but can we do something about my problem before I explode here?"

Bobby blinked. "Jeezus, Dean. I stayed up all night and drove over here for ya. Gimme a second."

"…Second's up."

"I brought my shot gun, boy. Don't make me use it." Dean grinned a little. They all knew he would never actually pull it and threaten him with it like he did his dad. He seemed to have a soft spot where the Winchester boys were concerned.

The hunter finally gathered his notes as Dean fidgeted and Sam pored over the handwritten German text in ecstasy. "Bobby, how does this help Dean? I mean part one is a good resource for information on witches and demonic rituals, despite the fact that this text was responsible for amateur hunters in medieval times torturing and murdering a bunch of innocent women. It's just not-"

Bobby looked surprised. "You're tellin' me that searching on your 'net for the incubus didn't bring you straight to this book? I knew that was useless. You're lucky you and your brother have me. You oughta settle down and start collecting these basic books. I know you've read it before. Did you really forget about the sections on demonic seduction of women?"

Sam managed to look a little sheepish as Dean watched boredly. "I was looking for the succubae and mostly came up with hits for crappy tv shows."

Bobby snorted. "You were looking in the wrong place. The succubus might 'harvest' sperm for the pregnancy but it's the incubus that implants it. Usually in a woman but…"

"-It was not a dude." They both looked back at Dean who scowled.

Bobby seemed to soften a bit. "It's okay, Dean. Even if it was you couldn't help yourself against a full grown incubus- or succubus." He corrected himself when Dean growled, humoring him. "They become the person's every fantasy and 'cause of the pheromones any human within a few yards would be overcome."

Dean and Sam's eyes met as they came to the same conclusion. "I was-"

"He- in another bar. A bunch of people-"

"-Attacked me! Like I was some kinda dessert-"

"-even the men were-"

"-Shut up, Sam."

Bobby blinked at the information coming at him from both sides. "Whoa whoa. Slow down. You're telling me that Dean is…?"

"Yes!" "-No!"

Dean got up and shoved his younger brother and Bobby pretended the skirmish wasn't happening right next to him, skimming another of his marked pages. "This sorta changes things."

Both brothers paused and echoed "How?" simultaneously, then glared at each other. Bobby tactfully decided to just talk since nothing would get done if he listened to those morons anymore.

"You've been having dreams, Dean?" He raised an eyebrow.

Dean wasn't really into talking about his real dreams so he gave his staple. "Just the usual. Jessica Alba and Cassie naked and washing my car."

The old man shrugged to himself. "Girlfriend?"

"Jessica Alba? He wishes."

"Do not mock my dreams, Sammy." Dean replied in complete seriousness and then grinned. "I don't make fun of you for dreaming about the Backstreet Boys."

"Funny, Dean. Halarious."

Bobby really wished he had a mute button for those two. "Well you should both know that incubus means nightmare in Latin unless you been slacking. If you were havin' dreams of that girl you saw it would explain a lot. Why you've become some kinda... sex magnet."

"Like I wasn't already?" Dean couldn't turn the cracks off today. "Can't think of any I remember."

Bobby frowned. "The only thing I can tell you now then is that it's undeniably going to be human. Despite the growth and other symptoms, the union between a human and an incubus always produces a kid." He passed Sam and Dean a photocopy of another demonology book that they could look over.

Sam read the small print aloud. "'In medieval European folklore, the incubus is a male demon who visits women in their sleep to lie with them in ghostly sexual intercourse. The woman who falls victim to an incubus will not awaken, although may experience it in a dream. Should she get pregnant the child will grow inside her as any normal child, except that it will possess supernatural capabilities.'"

"Oh great."

Sam continued. "'Usually the child grows into a person of evil intent or a powerful wizard. Legend has it that the magician Merlin was the result of the union of an incubus and a nun.'"

"I am so not playing the part of a nun in this equation." But the elder Winchester looked shaken at the thought of a real baby. A real baby that could kill him by the end of the week.

The older hunter nodded. "That's why what got you was no ordinary sex demon, Dean. In order to take form in the physical world instead of in dreams and defy the laws of nature like this... it was targeting you specifically. And we have to find out why, and fast."

Sam could tell Dean was tired. He looked terrible and weak and he wasn't even shoveling food in his mouth desperately like usual as he stared blankly at the same page he had been 'reading' for a half an hour. Sam marked his own page and called out as he shut down his laptop. "Dean." He repeated it a little louder when his brother didn't respond, worried eyes checking on him. Sam really couldn't care less if Dean yelled at him again for being smothering. He had almost lost his brother today. His only family left. I'm going to take care of you, okay?

He shook the elder Winchester's shoulder a little. Bobby had retired a little over half an hour ago to go to his own motel room. "Nope. Not stayin' with you chuckleheads. I'll see ya first thing in the morning."

His brother groaned a little, technically it was morning already at 2:45 am and Sam felt like he could use a break himself after the events of the day and studying for almost five hours. He couldn't deny it wasn't fascinating to read all the Christian theology but it was starting to get frustrating. Finding any information related to the incubus or pregnancies was extremely difficult. There were only paragraphs or even sentences in the most massive indexes of the old books. Not much was known at. Sam only had maybe a page of notes at the most. Only a useful sentence or two in the most reliable sources. None stated many weaknesses. They'd have to use their normal methods until they could find something better.

It made him nervous the longer this happened. He had to find some way to get his brother out of any connection he might have to this thing. Then the problem might just go away. But if it was some kind of possession and he went about this wrong he knew in all likelihood that severing the connection could even kill Dean. If the Demon was what was healing Dean, the wounds in his neck could come back when he was released just like they had with the real Meg Masters. Would he die again?

They had both taken turns showering after the talk with Bobby and each found their last sets of clean clothes so Sam didn't need to help him to change or anything. Laundry had been the furthest thing from their minds. He heaved the shorter man up against him and took the book out from under him so he could pull back the covers. He noticed the title. 'Compendium Maleficarum': The Index of Witchcraft.. He'd have to read that one in the morning when he had recovered his brain.

Sam had really been brushing up on his Latin lately, since the onslaught of demons they encountered while saving their Dad last year. His cheeks almost burned with shame when he remembered he had tried to talk Dean into giving up on him. That the rescue would be futile and his father was already dead. It had eventually led to their father's death anyway but for a few precious minutes they were a family again. After that day he realized how much more Dean lived for the family than he thought. And now I feel the same, man. I'm going to protect you like you protected me. I won't let you die this time.

Dean murmered something as Sam shoved him under his blankets before tucking him in more gently once the weight was off his arms.

"This.. is bad." His brother's eyebrows furrowed and his face was a bit flushed. Sam checked his head for a fever and Dean grabbed him wrist. "How do I fix it, Sam? What am I supposed to do now?" The question caught him off guard as much as it had that morning and he decided to avoid it.

"You have a fever, man. Must have been that time in the water and then that healing thing you did. Just sleep okay? I'll take care of you." Dean relaxed a bit but his eyes told Sam what even his brother's shattered pride couldn't admit to. He was scared.

Sam pursed his lips and flicked his brother in the forehead with a smirk.

Dean scowled. "-You'll pay for that in the morning." But the playfulness obviously made Dean feel better as he closed his tired eyes. "Bitch."

Sam rolled his eyes and flicked his brother's forehead again before stripping down to his boxers and t shirt, hopping into the other bed eagerly after tidying up the books. All the adrenaline had drained from him and he needed something to distract him from the look that had been in his brother's eyes.

Dean Winchester was never scared. His older brother was hardly ever even shaken. It was up to Sam to feel those emotions for him. They were part of a team, connected. Brains and brawn, confidence and empathy…

But Dean was scared…

And that scared Sam.

Dean started awake in the crappy motel room he and Sam were sleeping in and looked over at the other bed to check on his brother as he reached for the knife he kept under his pillow. His eyes adjusted to the dark surprisingly easily as he scanned the room for whatever was in there that had put him on alert.

They had refreshed the laid salt lines in case any of them had accidentally broken and even used the fragments of shells for extra protection. He noticed then that Sam had put extra warding and protection charms around Dean's bed while he was sleeping and he almost smiled. 'Overkill, Sammy-boy.'

But the thought was put to a stop when his eyes found what had awoken him. A creature stepped out of the darkest shadows in the corner. 'How the fuck did it get in?'

Although humanoid in shape the body was nearly skeletal and pale bluish, long straight black hair fell to its' non-existant hips. It was naked but had no identifying parts to show it was male or female.

He went to grasp the handle of his favorite knife in order to leap up and protect Sammy who lay sleeping and unaware in his bed for once. 'Augh.. It figures tonight he'd choose to not be an insomniac.'

Dean's hands didn't close around anything. 'Shit.' He frantically scrambled to get out of the bed as the thing floated toward his bed languidly on long graceful legs. He could at least defend them hand to hand until he or Sam could reach the weapons. He gazed longingly at the duffel across the room.

-Well he tried to get out of the bed. An invisible wall knocked him backward onto his back keeping him in the confines of the salt circle and shells. '…Fuck.'

Instead of keeping him safe the barrier was keeping him in. It would still keep the creature out in all likelihood. So all he had to worry about was.. "SAM!" He yelled to wake his brother but the kid didn't even move. 'Come on psychic-boy! What the hell are your powers any good for?'

The thing came closer with a blindingly white smile on its face, showing gleaming fangs. It didn't seem to be interested in Sam at all and walked to his bed as if it was floating on air. "Yeah. I bet you don't need Crest Whitening you bastard."

It smirked, seeming to know that he was helpless. With that inhuman smile still on its face and glowing eyes penetrating his, the androgynous creature began to plump before his eyes, legs shortening to a normal length, hair lightening to perfectly natural blond, the grey blue skin that resembled a corpse's blossomed into a warm tan glowing with health.

A beautiful naked woman with narrow hips and large breasts stood before him in the moonlight coming from the motel windows. "Hello Dean Winchester…I've been waiting for you to call to me..."

He suddenly couldn't take his eyes off of her body. "No… You're not-" He stilled as her eyes peered into his soul, ice blue with long lashes. Her hands still sported dangerous and thick talons, reminescent of the siren that had nearly taken him out earlier. 'God... What the fuck did Sam do with my knife?'

The demon turned human passed the barrier without a flinch, pulling back his covers and stroking up his body gently with her sharp claws. He snarled at the bitch but he was still trapped, his arms and legs suddenly pinned to the bed with inexplicable pressure. The nails slashed his shirt like nothing.

"That was my last clean shirt, bitch!" He spluttered at her and struggled against the invisible bonds. "Christe!" She tenderly gazed at his stomach and stroked the roundness lightly.

'Fuck. I should have paidmore attention to Sam nagging that I memorize this shit.' It's not like he ever thought he'd be attacked in bed. His brother was Latin-boy while Dean was kick ass GI Joe with Christian accessories. There was always holy water around in normal situations... and when he had had to excorsise his brother not too long ago Sam had been tied to a chair and he was reading it out of a book. He wracked his brain to come up with the words for the good old Latin excorsism. God. He hated Demons about as much as shape shifters. Especially that bitch Meg who tried to get him to kill his brother during Sam's possession. "Goddammit Sam, wake UP! ugh.. uh.. Exorcizamus te.. omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas… omnis.. ur- in nomine Domini-"

That at last got a reaction from her. Her beautiful face twisted into a glare as she shuddered but gave him a slit eyed mischievous look when he couldn't finish. Yup. He was in trouble.

She dipped her dangerously sharp fingers below his slightly swollen abdomen and he couldn't stop a shudder from the touch. Dean cursed as he felt himself harden under his boxers at her caresses. Her nails carefully stroked his face with the other hand, that fangy mocking smile impossibly wide at his involuntary reaction. He was caught between turning his face from her or hucking up a loogy to spit at her.

Then she was on top of him, moving faster than an angry poltergeist without the flickering in and out of reality. Her nails became shorter as she dug them into his hips, moving her into him while sucking at the marks she had made days before. He made a strained noise, which only made him angrier and he tried more desperately to push her off.

His body didn't obey him and instead exposed his neck more for her animal-like bites. The shoving only had him grinding against her because of his restraints and he bucked underneath her as she tortured him. She rewarded him for it with a hard kiss, leaving punishing marks all over his body.

Eyes half lidded and dark with pleasure his mind soon joined with his body in enjoying the sensation. Her body and her lips.. He instinctually rocked with her, helplessly and completely under her control.

And he no longer cared. He didn't think about Sam possibly in danger in the bed next to him or that he was fucking one of the evil sons-a-bitches he hated. A thing he could be becoming. Everything was gone except for the feeling.

And the energy she was feeding his exhausted body.

Dean panted and kissed her harder, the noises coming out of his mouth probably would have mortified him if he was in his right mind. If any of this was real.

With a strangled moan his suddenly sharp nails dug harder into her hips with a sharp hiss as he fell completely into the abyss.

Sam woke up with the feeling that something was very wrong.

His fears were confirmed when he saw and heard his brother thrashing on the bed in the dark. "Dean?"

There was no answer besides a strangled noise that could easily have been one of pain. Was it a seizure? Was his body already shutting down? There was no way they could take him to a hospital like that.

He grabbed a colt pistol that he kept in the drawer next to the Bible that was provided in every bedside table and flicked on the light as fast as he could.

His brother was lying in bed, the ends of his limbs pinned by some unknown force. The salt lines and shells remained unbroken but there were impressions in the bed by Dean's hips and arms. Some invisible being was sitting on his chest.

The Succubus was here.