Sam grumbled to himself as he shoved the shirt over his head. The collar grew dark as excess water was soaked up from the long gangly locks of brown. The rude awakening had set his temper in a flare, his eyes blazing as he caught his gaze in the mirror. Dark bruises cupped his eyes which looked slightly glazed. Blinking, Sam was unable to place the headache that resided behind his frontal lobe. Dean stood in the open doorway, watching his younger sibling with concern, his brows furrowed.

"You wouldn't wake up." He commented, giving Sam a shrug as he sat down next to Ana. "What else were we going to do?" Resting his elbows on his knees, Dean observed as Sam leaned heavily on the doorway.

"Oh, I don't know. How about trying to call my name?" Sam huffed, scrubbing his eye with a hand. God he was feeling a little worse for wear. Letting his head rest against the white vertical paneling with a bump, he sighed.

"We did." Sara piped up. Compassion emitted from her form as she shook her head, running a hand through her dirty blonde strands that were in disarray. "We were worried about you, I was freaking out." She added softly, shivering.

"Multiple times might I add," Ana threw in. "We even yelled." Her form eased from the hard table chair before coming beside her lover and sitting down. Brown eyes glanced at Sara, her mouth curving in sympathy. She knew the poor girl didn't deserve the Winchesters criticism on her wake up methods. "So…we decided to do things a little differently…and that is why we used water." Staring hard at Sam, she dared him to continue his temper-tantrum. "Plus, we we're like, ready to strangle you awake, so be thankful Dean used a bucket instead of his hands." The tension in the air lifted a bit, a smile capturing Dean's lips as he winked at Sam.

"And you so know who has more manly strength-me!" Dean joked, leaning back a bit.

"All right…I guess you're right." Sam breathed, his hand dropping from his temple. Lifting his gaze, he nodded his head to Sara. "Sorry for worrying you, all of you." Readjusting his shoulder against the wood, he winced.

The expression made Sara bolt to his side, her arm slipping behind his waist as she snuggled herself into the crook of his side. "You okay?" Her hair fell behind her as she looked up at his face. The Winchester was acting a little funky.

Bobbing his head, Sam noticed the crimson crust around Dean's nose. Frowning, he squinted his eyes. "What happened to your nose?"

With an invisible gust of wind, tension refilled the hotel room, the oldest hunter stiffening.

"Uhh…well…" Scratching his head, Dean looked anywhere but at his lover. The whole issue hadn't been resolved, just pushed back. Man did they always seem to have loose ends to fix.

"What happened?" He asked, gesturing to Dean and Ana's heated gaze. The two refused to talk, so it seemed Sara was his only source. Not to mention he rather not be the target of Ana's hot temper, her hands turning white as they balled into fists.

"Beat's me." Sara replied, shrugging. "I woke up in the middle of it." The blonde spared a look over her shoulder at the couple, shaking her head. "They were at each other's throats." Tugging herself closer to her lover, Sara took some his weight without Sam's realization.

"Dean left me hanging last night." Ana snapped, her head spinning to the right as she stared at the hunter with eyes as sharp as daggers. Catching the slick black surface of her cell phone in the corner of her vision. The small razor did not only attract her eye, but her lovers as well. Before Dean could even blink, she snatched the phone up from the middle of the bed and hugged it to her chest, lifting her chin defiantly. "And then he eavesdropped on my conversation."

"You were talking to Bobby." Dean hissed, anger flashing in his eyes.

Sam's brows came together in confusion, his muddled mind unable to take this this early in the morning. Not to mention, the raised voices only encouraged the hammer behind his skull to increase its beat. Sighing for a second time, the hunter tightened his hold on Sara. Though he didn't say he needed the extra support, he still used it. After all, he felt better with Sara by his side.

"So you really were eavesdropping!" Ana practically screamed, smacking Dean with a pillow and jumping up from the bed. Her shoulders hunched forward, jaw clenching tight. Red flushed the Caucasian skin of her face, hands ready to claw someone's eyes out. "You're a liar!" She hollered, throwing her hands up and walking away only to stop as she ran out of carpet.

Standing up, Dean glared. "Liar?! You should know since you were the one calling Bobby behind my back Anastasia Hallows!" The room went dead quiet, everyone frozen still. The only thing that showed the four were still alive was the heaving of chests as air filled their lungs.

Eyeing Dean and Ana, Sara cleared her throat. The room was getting way too hot for her liking, and every human being. She could feel beads of sweat streaming down the nape of her neck and disappearing beneath the sweatshirt's hood. Untangeling herself from Sam, the youth stepped cautiously over to Dean. The man was as stiff as a board, the artery in his neck bulging. Licking her lips nervously, she hesitantly placed a hand down on his shoulder. "Let's cool down a bit here, okay? Dean? Ya hear me?" Behind her Sam closed his eyes, allowing himself to show his exhaustion while in privacy.

"O-Kay…." Dean hissed, cracking his neck. Putting his hands up, the Winchester took a breather. "Calming down….yup…what does that guy say-oh yeah-woooshaaaaa."

"Okay, good. Now let me go and get Ana before she blows up-you sit on the bed." Shoving Dean lightly until the back of his knees hit the bed, Sara moved over to Ana. The girl was still staring at the ugly painted door. "Ana, come on girl, breathe for me…" She cooed, wrapping an arm around her friend's shoulders.

Ana turned her head, offering a small smile for the blonde's efforts. "I'm okay, just-yeah." Sara knew what the youth was thinking without words, squeezing her shoulder before leading her to the first bed, away from Dean. Walking backwards, she stopped, letting her arms fall to her sides tiredly. Being the mediator sucked balls. "All right, now that everyone is chilled a bit, how about we figure out what the hell is going on."

Dean looked up from the floor, his hands hanging between his parted thighs. For a brief moment, he was about to protest, feeling too exposed.

"Don't even think about backing out of this Dean Winchester!" Ana corrected from the opposite bed, her eyes watching Dean like a hawk. Finger pointed, the girl seemed to be ready to lung at the Winchester if need be.

"All right-let's get chatt'en." Dean folded, giving up the whole 'no chick-flick' moment. Ahh hell, who was he kidding, he was screwed from the start.

Watching the two wearily, Sara swallowed. "So-first, let's get the story straight." Pulling a finger back, she started counting as she spoke. "Apparently, last night, you had some fun with Ana and didn't finish and then chose to deny it this morning." She glanced at Ana to make sure she was assuming correctly. With a nod from Ana, Sara continued. "Then, after the yelling and arguing, Ana had a phone call which you listened to without her permission." Another nod. "So she slammed the door on your nose because-"

"No, he was there when I opened the door-I didn't literally whack him with it…" Ana interrupted, mumbling. "Though I should have…"

"Let's not get hostile. Now, Dean, did you touch Ana last night-and don't lie to me or I will so shoot that nice pistol up your ass!" Sara threatened, bending forward as if she was interrogating the Winchester.

"Sara, ease up a bit." Sam whispered from the doorway, having been silent the whole time. His voice caught Sara off guard, her body lifting from the floor as she spun around with a hand on her heart.

"SHIT! Warn a man next time!" Sara wheezed, closing her eyes for a couple of seconds. Sam grinned despite his condition, chuckling lightly. "Anyway-did you or did you not Dean?" Turning around as she spoke, Sara waited.

Having all eyes on you was uncomfortable, especially when it was from to angry females-make it two angry females you know-one you love. Yeah, it is pretty sweat producing which was why Dean was not surprised that he had to remember to exhale. "No." He said truthfully, tensing up. He had been saying that from the beginning and he wasn't believed, who said they would now?

"He didn't do it." Sam vouched, his eyes fully alive as he starred at his brother. He knew Dena better than all of them, therefore, he found the Winchester speaking truthfully for once. This was probably the best decision he ever made. Pushing himself off the wall, he came beside Sara, repeating his speech once more for her own comfort. "He didn't."

Shivering, Ana hugged herself, finding a seed of fear weaving through her body. "Then who did?" God, she knew she wasn't dreaming. Now that she thought about it, she knew from the start it wasn't Dean, but with all the hysteria she felt she needed someone to blame. Dean was the first one she saw that morning. Therefore, he became the dumpster for her troubles. Closing her eyes, she stiffened as she was suddenly enclosed in a warm embrace, Dean voice soothing her nerves.

"I got you." He breathed, hot air tickling her ear and warming her heart. Strong arms pulled her against his chest, head leaning back till it hit his shoulder.

Suddenly, Sam stilled, his jaw tightening. "What if it was the…?"

"Hag?" Sara offered, mind working quickly. Glancing at Ana, she grimaced. The poor girl.

"Nah, a Hag is more like a witch…this sounds more like an Incubus's work…." Dean choked, finding his voice going weak. Nudging his nose in Ana's hair, he physically tried to reassure her. This could not be happening.

"Shit…" Sam hissed, connecting the dots. Grabbing his hair, he walked in a small circle. "God, Dad was-"

"Wrong…" Dean finished, exchanging weary glances with the other hunter. John Winchester was never wrong when it came to the guide of Ghosts and Ghouls. He was a mess when it came to family life, but not his work.

Sara found no exhilaration in the fact that she had found a new flaw in Daddy Winchester. In fact, she wished the man had been right on this occasion. Collapsing on the edge of the bed, she bit her lip.

"We have been hunting the wrong thing this whole time damnit!" Sam grounded out through clenched teeth, realizing that he had put Ana as well as Sara in danger. The Incubus probably was a foot ahead of them on this case. I'm such an idiot! Guilt filled the pit of his stomach.

"It's not your fault Sam." Dean whispered hoarsely, seeing the wheels working in Sam's head and knowing exactly what the guy was feeling. "We're going to hunt it down and kill it before anything else happens Ana." He told her quietly, feeling her body trembling faintly in his hands. Determination filled his tone, dripping off his words like acid.

Bowing his head, Sam looked around the room, eyes landing on the bag of weapons tucked away against the wall farthest from the window. "Damn straight." Feeling a sudden hit to his skull, Sam hissed, hand flying to his forehead. Images flashed before his closed lids, the blurry photo's stills and only a glimpse of the full picture. Coming back to reality, Sam gasped, groaning at the sudden, but thankfully brief, onslaught of pain.

"Sammy?" Dean called, having seen the youth still and hunch over, holding his head.

"Ahh, did I have a vision last night?" he wheezed, finding his voice a little shaky.

"Yeah, that's why we couldn't wake you up with anything other than water love." Sara explained, rubbing circles in his back. Her body was perpendicular to Sam's hip. "What did you see?" She inquired, glancing at the other couple.

"It's a little fuzzy." Sam lied, hating doing so. Again he found himself in a noose. He either freak his lover out more by telling her or keep her sane by allowing himself to deal with this curse. Either way had no promising outcome.

"All right, you can talk about it when it clears up." Sara retorted. Sam was too rallied up about the vision anyway, seeing that his eyes glistened with ushered tears. She felt his back tighten, his eyes turning cold. "Hey, no demon hunting right now." She mumbled, already knowing Sam was going into hunting mode. Pausing, she moved in front of his line of vision. "Remember, a clear head is how you'll get back home to bed. And I want you back in my bed unharmed." Sara said, raised a hand to brush Sam's cheek soothingly. The other limb unconsciously went to her rounded belly, thumb caressing the fabric covering it. "We both do…." She added, a smile spreading along her face. Sam cocked his head, forehead crinkling.

"What?" He retorted, puzzlement clearly shown on his handsome features.

"She's pregnant you duffus!" Ana shouted from the other bed, eyelids cracking a bit to stare at him sarcastically. Dean couldn't help but start to laugh, his gloomy appearance lifting for the moment.

"Dude, she's knocked up!"

Huffing, Sara looked over her shoulder, mouth agape. "Jeesh! Thanks for telling him for me! No 'awe' moment or anything!" Shaking her head, she faced her lover, finding him on his knees, hand reaching out hesitantly towards her tummy. His eyes carried a light that she had never seen before, one of pure pride and wonderment. "You can touch the baby love." She said softly, placing a hand on Sam's hair as he coughed, a tear streaming from his eye.

"Hey…" He almost sobbed, his fingers pressing down lightly into the fabric and onto the hard stomach underneath. Lifting up the sweatshirt, he placed a kiss on her stomach before getting up and burying his face in Sara's shoulder.

"Shhh….it's all right." Sara soothed, flashing teeth as she too embraced the Winchester back. She never expected such a perfect reaction from her lover as this.

"I'm so happy for him…" Dean whispered, finding he was unable to look away from the couple standing a few feet away. His brother had a chance to start a family which was so important after losing his first love just before marrying her.

Ana grinned from below him, taking his hand and placing it on her own growing stomach. "You should be happy too…" She murmured. "You both should."

Nodding his head, Dean kissed the side of Ana's temple, rubbing his hand over her tummy. "I think we both are baby, I think we both are."

Smoke drifted from the burning cigarette bud, white paper crumbling in on itself as it turned to ash. Lighting up never really interested Dean that much, his eyes lingering on the used wrapper beside him. The golden brown painted paper was stained with salvia from a plump gentleman on the next bar stool from his left. The scruffy beard and holed flannel gave him the white-trash look, the Winchester finding something new on him every time he looked. Just as he was zeroing on a French fry grease stain dotting the man's sleeve, the overweight fellow dropped some ketchup on his bosom. Dean cringed, smiling as the guy caught him staring before whipping his head around to gaze at his lover. Her beautiful locks were pulled in a ponytail, her side bangs falling free.

"You shouldn't be here, not with the baby." He grunted, having brought up this topic over the last few days of research. Bars and clubs were their department, which meant the baby being around booze and smoke. Not a kind combination.

"I'm not sitting in the car with those damn hard seats and I'm not going to sit in a stuffy library with non-backed chairs!" Ana grumbled, eyes scanning over the worn tables on the wooden floor. Men and woman alike crowded the small bar accompanied with a karaoke machine. At the moment, a very drunken individual was singing 'She Bangs-She Bangs' without any talent whatsoever upon the stage. His voice made her ears sting.

"Uh, honey, you're sitting on a barstool." Dean commented, sipping his beer.

Tearing her eyes from the horribly singing fool, Ana rolled her eyes. "Duh, what did you think I was sitting on? You?"

Stilling, Dean put his beer down. "Though I wouldn't mind it, that's not the point." Motioning to the stool, he spoke. "This-like the library chairs-has no back." Eyeing the brown haired gal, Dean waited to see if she comprehended his speech.

Frowning, Ana looked down at the stool, tilting her head. With a shout she flung her hands up. "Yeah, well, be lucky I'm here."

Shaking his head, Dean sighed. "Sure." Handing his empty bottle to the elderly bartender, he reached into his coat pocket. "Come on Sammy, tell me something…" He mumbled, flipping the phone open and staring at the screen. Just as he was about put the phone back, the shrill ring tone of 'Harvester of Sorrow' by Metallica filled the air. Pressing the talk button, Dean held it to his ear. The memory from three days ago surfaced.

Sam and Dean sat at the dinner table, alone while the girls came back from the restroom. Why they had to travel together only to go to take a piss was beyond them. The two brothers sat across from each other, both silent and watching their surroundings. Though Dean knew Sam wanted to talk, he didn't pull it out of him, preferring to wait till the youth cracked. Sam had barely slept since the vision, his hair slightly messy and uncombed. To confirm his suspicions further, the Winchester continued to toy with the food on his plate, turning his eggs this way and that with his fork. It was pathetic really, but for Dean, it was heart breaking. Having seen the life go back in Sam's eyes when he found out his lover was pregnant only to have it be taken away by the damn vision was nothing Dean ever wished for.

"Hey, I think we need to talk." He blurted, causing Sam's fork to halt, the eggs split in half. This was going to be a little harder than the oldest hunter thought. "Sam?" Dean called again, wanting to have eye contact with his brother.

Sighing, Sam lifted his chin, meeting Dean's stare for stare. "What?" He asked softly, his mind still wrapped around the vision. The thing haunted him even while he slept.

"Did you hear me?"

"Yeah, what?" Sam replied, finding himself becoming irritated, though he knew Dean was only trying to help him.

Glancing at the restroom door, Dean leaned forward. "What did you see, and don't say nothing or 'it's fuzzy', cause I know you way too well for that shit." His voice normally teasing towards his little brother, was now serious, empathy radiating from his form.

"I-I think it's Sara…" He replied, glancing at his fingers as the fumbled with the straw wrapper. "Or Ana…" Rolling his neck, the Winchester couldn't meet Dean's eye.

"Shit…you positive its one of them?"

Sam's eyes snapped up, staring into Dean's with a sense of loss. "They said your name Dean….A girl said it…tell me what two girls we know that know our real names?" He voice was kind, like a man who knew his destiny and now dreads it.

Shaking his head, Dean refused to accept it. "No…Jo! Jo knows who we are!"

Closing his eyes, Sam sighed. "You know it's not her….God Dean…" Sam hissed, dropping his fork. The metal hit the plate with a loud clang. "I can't lose her…I won't…" He whispered, unable to speak any higher. Tears and emotions threatened to drown him. Turning to look out the window, Sam swallowed.

"Tell me exactly what happens, everything. We won't let the bastard get either one Sam, I promise you." Dean said calmly, sliding his hand over the table and grabbing Sam's. Giving it a squeeze, he waited for Sam to spill his guts.

Dean could still feel the tremor that crawled up his spine when he had heard the details of the vision, his calm appearance only a mask. Inside he had been about to go and shoot every son of a bitch out there. Pushing down his nerves, Dean listened to the deep voice on the other end of the phone.