A slightly longer chapter but it was fun to write so I hope you enjoy. Don't forget to review, it makes me happy!

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Two months later…

Dean still dreamt of the last time he saw her. Not the false vision she gave to them of her stood beautiful in her white dress, her hair loose over her shoulder. No, he dreamt of her face twisted in pain, of the tears that pooled in her eyes as they locked on his and then the worst part of the dream, the part that had him reaching out for her yelling her name, as slowly black liquid consumed her. And then there was Sam shaking his shoulder to wake him and soothing him until he calmed down enough to get his bearings and realise that he was home. He wasn't sure what was worse, the dream or waking with the realisation that it was all so true.

"We'll find her" Sam would say reassuringly and he believed him. He just never considered that she might find them first.

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Dean's head pounded as he struggled to open his eyes. He wondered why his shoulders felt like they were on fire and tried to move them to relieve the tension, that's when he realised he couldn't and his eyes flew open in panic.

He found himself in semi darkness, his hands bound tightly above him, his feet barely touching the floor.

"Dean" came Sam's voice from somewhere behind him "just…just please don't turn round man, please"

"What? Sammy?" he called turning his body awkwardly to try and see where his brother was

"You're awake" Bea's voice sounded out from the darkness before he was finally able to focus "I was beginning to worry you'd miss the show"

And there she stood before him. She still looked like Bea only different somehow, detached, mature, cold, all the things she hadn't been before.

Still he was angry with himself for the moment of joy he had at seeing her face again before remembering that she was no longer the girl he loved. He gritted his teeth as an angry snarl escaped him "What do you want with me?"

"Oh Dean, always so self-centred" she laughed "You aren't the star of this show" Bea stepped to the side and that's when he saw Sam laid out on a wooden table in the centre of the room. His feet and hands were bound stretching him open looking embarrassed as Dean noticed his brother was naked from the waist up and his jeans lay open putting him on full display "He is".

"Sammy" Dean called out worriedly

"I'm alright Dean"

Bea stepped back in his line of sight blocking his view of Sam "That's good then, Dean's awake, Sammy's fine, everybody's fine" she smiled "So, let the fun begin"

"Bea, what are you going to do?" Dean asked trying to distract her from whatever fun she had planned for them "Why are we here?"

"I wasn't planning on doing this but you boys, you silly little boys just kept on hunting me, kept sticking your noses where they weren't wanted" she spoke sounding almost bored as she began a slow walk to where Sam lay bound "So I thought it was time to teach you a lesson once and for all and…" she reached out her fingers and touched Sam's shoulder softly tracing patterns into his skin smiling as he trembled at the contact "and have a little fun while we're at it. You do remember how much I love spending time with hunters, although that was before I became the hunted"

Dean couldn't help but stare as Bea lowered her face to Sam's ear and gently sucked it into her mouth. Sam was breathing deeply wearing his best bitch face as he desperately tried not to give her the satisfaction of a response but there was something else on his face caused by her touch and Dean had to look away pulling roughly at his ropes, looking up to find a point of weakness to help him escape.

Sam crying out in pain instantly bought his attention back to the table.

Bea was watching him with a puzzled expression, a small knife held out covered with blood.

"Sammy" he yelled, his eyes searching his brother's body until they landed on where blood oozed from a cut on his chest. He felt his body grow rigid with anger as he raised his eyes to meet Bea's.

"Now what's the point of putting on a show if the audience isn't even watching? This is how it's going to work, every time you take your eyes of your gorgeous brother here, he pays for it, understand?"

Dean almost closed his eyes in fury but he stopped himself instead seething with rage he glared at her.

Bea narrowed her eyes at him and let a small smile play across her lips turning her attention back to Sam.

Sam struggled against his ropes but there was no give. He couldn't look at Dean such was his shame at being laid out so exposed in front of him. He turned his head to see where Bea was and found her stood at the head of the table, her eyes taking in the length of his body with a hungry look and he couldn't help but shiver as goose bumps appeared wherever her eyes rested.

Bea moved to stand by Sam's side her fingers once again lightly grazing his stretched out muscles "Now where were we?" she purred before reaching up to slip the straps of her dress off her shoulders so that it fell to the floor leaving her standing naked before them.

Dean's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her and judging by the gasp from Sam and the way he was trying to look anywhere except at her he felt the same. Dean remembered that body, that skin so pale and how good it looked under his, how soft it felt when he ran his calloused hands over it. He felt lost for a moment as he stared at her remembering the feeling of her, of them. All good memories were pushed from his mind though as he watched her smirk up at him then move to place her hands either side of Sam's head to climb onto the table, lifting her leg Dean caught a glimpse of her glistening excitement disappearing as she lowered it to straddle his brother.

Sam huffed through clenched teeth and snarled as she positioned herself on top of him, skin on skin she ground her hips down once into his crotch. Slowly Bea lowered her body down against Sam, her hard nipples brushing against his strong chest, he couldn't help but close his eyes and stifle a moan trying his best to control his breathing.

It didn't go unnoticed by Dean that Sam was having trouble not reacting to Bea and his insides flamed from their humiliation. I can't watch this Dean panicked I can't watch this.

Bea placed her mouth to Sam's, a whisper of a breath met his lips and his clenched jaw betrayed him and opened slightly to allow a tongue to lick into his open mouth briefly. He tried, he really tried not to respond but the second time her tongue flicked at his parted lips his own moved of its own accord desperately seeking out contact and Bea purred at the touch before she found his bottom lip and sucked it gently into her mouth, Sam couldn't help the moan that escaped him.

Dean had been watching memorised but hearing his brother moan not in pain but in response to Bea's actions had him clamping his eyes shut and wishing that he could close his ears as well.

A yelp from Sam once again got his attention.

"Shit" Sam cursed sucking his bloodied lip into his own mouth where Bea had bitten him.

"Sorry handsome but you can blame Dean for that as he wasn't watching. Must get off on seeing his little brother in pain".

Dean didn't know what to do; he tried yelling, fighting to get free, only one thing left, time to beg.

"Please Bea" he pleaded "Take me, just leave Sam alone, please take me"

"I'm not sure Sam wants off the table" she laughed reaching her hand down to roughly cup his crotch laughing at his body reacting to her "See" squeezing tighter making Sam wince in pain.

"Damn it Bea you've proved your point" Dean shouted as he pulled on his ropes "Take me, just leave him alone"

"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you" she laughed "You'd like my mouth on you" Dean cursed under his breath as his traitorous dick stirred at her words "But I'm having fun with Sam, he tastes nice".

Bea ran her fingers along Sam's bloodied lip before sitting up and licking at her fingertips slowly, sucking them into her mouth deliberately hollowing out her cheeks before releasing them with a wet pop. Dean couldn't help but question himself and his reaction, he was disgusted by what she was doing to his brother but his body was telling a different story.

"Please Bea, take me" he begged again, his body sagging in submission.

Bea studied Dean noting his tight jeans, his humiliation and she suddenly felt angry when normally she just no longer felt anything. Moving quickly off the table she marched over to stand close to Dean looking up into his face "Oh I don't think so handsome, that's all I need" she laughed bitterly as fingertips reached out to touch his chest, an almost electric current caused her to pause a moment as she struggled to detach herself, her voice softening "Your mouth on mine, your taste bringing back feelings…" confused eyes meet his "feelings of love, feelings of…" her voice wobbled "feelings of you"

Bea jerked her head up a conflicted look across her face for a moment as she seemed to struggle with something and then it was gone "Oh no no no Dean, that's why you get to watch and Sam gets to play"

"Bea please just look at me" he begged unable to stop now he'd seen that look on her face "You and me Bea remember"

He watched as her whole body flinched, her shoulders rolling stiffly "Why didn't you kill me?" she asked, her voice soft.

"Bea please let Sammy go"

She pushed her hands up into her own hair and grabbed at it pulling roughly, indecision dancing through her eyes "I wish you'd killed me that day you found me on the beach"

"Untie me Bea…please" Dean urged, he knew he was bringing her back he had seen it on her face.

Bea turned quickly as though in pain, seeming to struggle with a force they couldn't see. She jerked to the side leaving behind a shadow. "Promise me Dean" she asked desperately her eyes full of tears "Promise next time you see me you'll end me".

She cried out as the shadow wrapped its arms around her waist, its legs pushing themselves back into her body.

"I can't" he found himself say to his own surprise

"Promise me!" she yelled, her shoulders heaving as she struggled to breathe, pain obvious on her face

"Dean" Sam called out

"I can't" he said again shaking his head

"You made Cas make a promise to you to never let you be that thing again" she stuttered the words out, her whole body shaking now as the shadow pushed its body into hers. Taking a deep breath she yelled "Promise to end me Dean!" as tears fell down her face.

"I promise" he barely managed to get the words out "I promise".

And then she vanished.

Dean felt the ropes release him and he fell heavily to the floor, quickly jumping back to his feet and looking around the room.

"Dean" Sam called out to him again

"She's gone" Dean said as he ran to the table to start untying the ropes at Sam's wrists "You okay Sammy?"

Sam sat up slowly rubbing at his sore wrists jumping slightly when Bea's dress hit him in the face "Hey" he looked up at Dean who was walking to release his ankles

"Just wanting you to cover that up Sam, this whole thing has been uncomfortable enough"

Sam quickly placed the dress over his groin and blushed "Dean?"

"Yeah Sammy" Dean answered moving to help him off the table

"Can we never speak of this again?"

"Agreed!"