Abomination

Summary: Sam and Dean have always been freaks, Sam found out when he was twenty two just how much of a freak he was. It wasn't until the boys are trapped once again by the demon that they find out Dean's little secret that none of them knew about. Just a quick one shot that's been playing on my mind.

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em or the show but man… I wish I did.

And I finally have a new chapter to upload! Woohoo! Thanks for the response so far to this story. I'm really glad I didn't leave it as a one shot now :D

Female of the Species

(2 days ago)

"Ash, finally!" Dean practically shouted down his cell. It was late morning… or was it early afternoon? Either way, Dean had been trying to get hold of the Roadhouse for the past few hours whilst Sam was once again on the laptop, "You got any news for us?"

Sam sat staring blankly at the laptop in front of him and listened half heartedly to the conversation between Dean and Ash… though he could only hear what Dean was saying – which wasn't a whole lot at first. Sam guessed Ash was probably blabbering on or explaining something.

"So what does that mean?" Dean asked and Sam looked over at him, curiosity bubbling through him, "Right… well, call me back if anything else comes up."

Sam watched his brother expectantly as Dean flipped his cell down and threw it gently onto the bed, "Well?"

"He caught a flicker somewhere near here but he couldn't tell if it was just coincidence or whether it was a sign. He said he's caught a few 'flickers' but nothing concrete..." Dean sighed, "So I have no freakin' clue what that means."

"I'm really not liking where this is going. The vision… the dreams… I have a really bad feeling. There's nothing weird in this town…"

"Nothing yet."

"Dean, what if it's a trap?"

"Then we have to keep our guards up and be ready."

Time passed insanely slow as both boys continued coming up with sweet F.A.. Instead of just sitting around watching Sam on the laptop, Dean decided to do something more productive and clean some guns but boredom was already setting in and everyone who knew Dean Winchester knew that when Dean Winchester was bored – he could be downright annoying.

It started quietly at first, not so annoying but the persistence of it was really beginning to grate on his last nerve. He glanced at Dean and stared hard but Dean, completely oblivious to the death glare he was receiving, just kept softly clicking his tongue.

"Deeaaan…" Sam hissed out a warning but Dean still seemed to be oblivious, he looked up at Sam but when Sam only glared, he returned to the gun he was currently cleaning in his hands and if anything – the clicking got louder,

Sam couldn't take it anymore, too annoyed to play nicely, "For God's sake Dean!"

"What?" Dean asked innocently, and he truly looked like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

"Stop it. Just stop it. Please."

But Sam's frustration always seemed to amuse Dean for some unknown reason and Dean's 'butter wouldn't melt' look turned into a not so innocent devilish grin and he said those ever so childish and provoking words, "Stop what?"

"The clicking! The Goddamn clicking! You are driving me nuts!"

"Well I'm bored."

"Dude, seriously, how old are you?"

Dean's grin grew wider and he held up his middle finger in Sam's direction, "This many."

Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath, silently begging for strength and loudly begging for Dean to just shut up and stop acting like an immature jerk.

"But you love me." Dean teased in reply.

"Says who?"

"Says you."

"Yeah well, I'll put that on your gravestone 'cause if you click your tongue one more time – I will rip it out and lynch you with it."

Dean frowned at Sam and opened his mouth for a second or two before closing it again, deciding what to say, "Is that even possible?"

Sam simply shot him a look that just dared him to find out.

Dean sighed and leaned his head back against the wall, "What time is it?"

"You have a watch." Sam stated but that didn't stop him from answering, "Nearly half seven."

"Half seven, eh?" Dean looked over at his brother, "You hungry?"

Sam smiled and nodded, "A little."

"Me too and it's my turn to get food... beside, geek boy's better off in front of the computer." Dean smirked and jumped off the bed, leaving the gun abandoned on the covers.

"Pizza?" Sam asked, receiving a very similar death glare to the one he had been sending Dean earlier, "Hey, not my fault you chose the 'special'."

"Burgers." Dean said flatly and the debate was closed. Dean picked his keys up from the table and chucked them gently up into the air, catching them neatly before heading out the door and towards the Impala.

It wasn't long before he found himself parking up outside what looked liked possibly the same burger joint Sam had paid a visit to the day before. He slid neatly out of his baby and locked the doors behind him, going through his order list in his mind. Double cheeseburger, large fries and soda… and what about Sammy? Salad? Nah, kid needs some meat on his bones.

He strolled up to the doors, eyes falling on the young hot thing walking up from the other side, denim shorts hugging at her hips and a fitted tank top showing off her slender curves. He flashed a smile and opened the door, gesturing for her to go first. She smiled back and manoeuvred around him and through the door, bodies coming dangerously close to rubbing together. He caught a whiff off her shampoo as she flicked her hair out of her eyes so she could look him up and down as she passed.

He paused a moment and rushed in after her, catching up to her with no effort, a flirtatious and confident grin spreading across his face, "Were you just checking me out?"

"Not like you weren't doing the same." Her grin was almost enough to rival his, "Besides, I'm allowed to appreciate fine packaging when I see it."

"Straight to the chat up lines… you work fast don't you?" He teased.

She raised an eyebrow, "Oh forgive me if I'm wrong but you were the one who spoke to me first."

"So I was."

Dean hadn't even realised they had both stopped walking, standing facing each other in the middle of the floor. Her eyes were locked on him and he found he couldn't tear his own away from her. The task at hand forgotten as he stared towards the fine example of this female of the species, the witch whose spell he'd fallen under.

She put her hand on the back of his head and leant in close, whispering softly in his ear, "He's got special plans for you Dean and he's gonna make little Sammy watch the whole thing."

Like a shock to the system, he woke from his daze and found those beautiful lusty eyes before him filled with maliciousness and hunger. He ground his teeth together and tried to pull himself away but her fingers somehow managed to wrap themselves tightly around his short hair and he felt paralysed, he glared at her and felt his hand moving up to wrap around her waist, "You bitch… what have you done to me?"

"It's my gift… how does it feel to have no control over your body?"

"I'm going to kill you." He hissed, "And I'm gonna find that yellow eyed bastard and kill him too."

"No you're not. You're going to come with me and everyone around us is just gonna think we're some hot young people who have hit it off and are off to fill our lustful needs unless you want to put their lives at risk." She pulled herself up slightly onto her toes and placed a kiss on his lips, "Now come on lover boy."

Sam eyes glanced towards the time at the bottom of the screen before glancing at the door. It had been well over two hours since Dean had left and it didn't take that long to get some food and bring it back. So what the hell was he playing at? He closed the laptop and reached for his phone, scrolling down the screen to Dean's name, pressing the dial button and listening carefully as it rang. And it rang. And it rang.

And voicemail answered.

"Damn it Dean." He growled into the phone, "What the hell are you doing? Look, just get your arse back here, okay?"

But Sam knew that the only times Dean didn't answer his phone was when he was either tied up in trouble or with a girl. Sam just prayed that it was a girl.