Chapter 9

Thunder boomed intermittently, so forcefully at times that it caused the walls to shake and the lights to flicker. Once that ended, the noise of the fierce rain battering the windows resumed. It was a strong summer storm but Bobby Singer only glanced at his window in annoyance.

"Damn nuisance." he grumbled before he took a long pull from is bottle of beer.

He paused to consider the storm one last time. Storm this fierce, Bobby wouldn't be surprised if a twister or two touched down. If that happened, Bobby wasn't worried. The "panic room", as the boys called it, in the basement would provide more than adequate protection. The large circular room had been originally made to protect against ghosts, demons, and even angels. The iron-clad room could more than handle a summer storm.

Bobby shrugged off thoughts of the storm and instead focused on the vast array of material spread out on his desk. The left half was comprised of copies of the victim photos and case files that Sam had sent him. The other half was littered with books filled with creature lore and copies of various hunters' journals. One journal in particular had caught his attention before he had been distracted by the storm.

This hunter had been from Europe in the 1700s, and he had specialized in rare types of monsters. What made the creatures rare was that they didn't kill often and they didn't reproduce quickly or in large numbers. The hunter noted that unfortunately these attributes also made for hardy creatures that were very tough to kill.

Bobby scanned each entry quickly, moving to the next when he didn't find what he was looking for. He was almost to the end when he came upon an entry that mentioned emaciated corpses and bite marks that "looked as if a demon had been holding on with all its might as if to claw its way into the poor wretch".

At this point Bobby picked up the old journal and carefully flipped more pages searching for the dead hunter's conclusion on the nature of this beast. When he found the entry that revealed the culprit, Bobby's eyes widened in shock, causing him to drop the journal back onto the desk and pick up another dusty old tome off at the side.

He thumbed through these pages quickly, searching for the details he needed so he could pass it on to the boys. The old book had such tiny, compact script though that Bobby soon had to grab a magnifying glass to aid him in his search.

The older hunter's mouth set in an angry grimace as he read the page that confirmed the journal's observations. Bobby tossed the magnifying glass onto the desk and sat back in his chair, letting out a tired sigh.

"Damn it all." he whispered gruffly.

Bobby reclined back, his head against the wall, as he organized his thoughts. He had to call the boys and let them know how badly they had stepped in it this time. Bobby just hoped that he was contacting them before it was too late. Though he appeared tough and grisly, Bobby Singer loved those boys as if they were his own sons. In the short time that he had known her, Lucy was becoming just as important. With Sally gone, it was like he had adopted her as well. If anything happened to any of them, especially on a job that he had suggested, Bobby wouldn't forgive himself.

He sighed again then grabbed the bottle and drained it of its contents in one swallow. The glass bottle hit the desk loudly as it was set down and Bobby picked up his phone. The line rang repeatedly, leaving Bobby to wait impatiently until he was finally greeted by Dean's voice on the other end.

"Hello?" Dean sounded groggy and hoarse as if Bobby had just woken him.

"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty. I figured out what we're hunting." Bobby replied gruffly. He could hear Dean yawn on the other end.

"Hello to you too, Bobby. Don't you sleep?" Dean asked, starting to sound more awake.

"I'll sleep when I'm dead. We've got a job to do."

Dean sighed, resigned to the fact that Bobby wasn't going to let up on him.

"Ok Bobby, what do you have for me?"

"Like I said, I found out what we're hunting. The exact description of the victims was in a journal from a European hunter in the 1700s. We haven't faced anything like this before." Bobby paused for a moment. "Dean, we're hunting a succubus."

There was silence for a bit then a burst of laughter. Bobby's brow crinkled in confusion as he listened to Dean's hysterics.

"Dean, what's so damn funny?"

"Nothing. It's just…a succubus? Really? We're hunting a sex-crazed chick?" Dean answered incredulously. Bobby rolled his eyes in irritation. Dean could be so over-confident sometimes.

"Listen you idjit, this isn't just some 'sex-crazed chick'!" he said angrily. "These things were made by demons to toy with humanity. And there's probably more than one, being led by a Mother or Queen."

Bobby could hear Dean sigh again as the older hunter's words began to sink in.

"Okay so how do we kill them?"

"Well, first you have to watch out for their main attack. They use pheromones to ensnare men. Kinda like that siren that hooked you and Sam awhile back. Since they're demonic in a sense, holy water and other blessed items will harm them. To kill them though, first you have to pierce the heart with blessed silver then behead them and finally, you burn the corpse." Bobby explained seriously. On the other end he could hear Dean scribbling down notes.

"Sounds fun." Dean replied sarcastically.

"The three of you should be fine. Oh couple other tidbits. I think the queen is getting ready to breed. That's why there's so many kills lately. She's building up strength and then she needs to find a healthy mate. So we're on the clock now. Don't know if this last one will help at all. The journal says that those 'blessed by true love' can't be harmed by the touch of the succubus. Something about real love being a blessing from God." Bobby added.

"Right. Okay Bobby, thanks for the info. We'll check in again soon."

"Sounds good. Be careful, boy."

Dean chuckled and Bobby couldn't help it but the sound made him grin.

"We will, Bobby. Later!"

The phone clicked as Dean hung up so Bobby hit the button on his phone and set it down. He took in a deep breath then slowly let it out. Now came the hardest part.

Waiting.

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Dean set down his cell phone and settled back into his bed. Unfortunately sleep didn't come quickly. Though Dean had been confident on the phone for Bobby's sake, Dean was nervous. This was a new creature that they had never faced before. Now his brain was going into overdrive, listing all the supplies that they would need and potential contingency plans should certain things go wrong.

As Dean planned, there was one thing he kept foremost in his mind. If things got really bad, they were getting the hell out of there. They could come back another time if necessary. Protecting Lucy so she could stop Cas was mission number one and it trumped all others. Lucy would probably argue the point if it came down to it but Dean knew that Sam would back him up on that. As things came into place in Dean's mind, he began to feel drowsy. He welcomed the tired feeling and soon he was fast asleep.

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Hello! Sorry for the delay. Things of course have been crazy. I am trying to be better about updating though.

Sorry for the short chapter. As things get more intense in the story, chapters will be longer. Also, thank you for the comments. I appreciate them immensely. I'm so happy that you like the story and I hope to hear more from you all in the future.

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