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Hours later, the hunters returned to the roadhouse, each carrying a package of food.

"Man, this is a killer case," Dean said.

"Yeah. This freak works fast," Ash agreed. They looked at Sam who sat a table.

"How you doin', kiddo?" Dean checked, coming over and sitting down in front of him.

"Okay," Sam responded with a shrug.

"Come on, Sam. Level," Dean encouraged.

"Really, Dean. I'm good. I promise," Sam told him. He turned his attention to his food. Ellen stared at the brothers.

"You think Sam's okay?" she questioned.

"As okay as he's gonna get considering the circumstances," Bobby replied.

"True," Ellen agreed.

"You know, Dean, I was thinking---" Sam began.

"Well, that's never good," Dean joked.

"I was thinking---this succubus---we've done the research---and she seems to be going for tall, blonde, and broody," Sam said.

"Whoa, wait. Are you saying you want to be bait?" Ellen queried.

"Yeah," Sam answered.

"No. Absolutely not," Ellen told him.

"Sam, no. It's too risky. And the fact that you've just finally talked about this---" Dean agreed.

"So, what? You think I'm too weak to handle this?" Sam asked angrily.

"No!" the others cried.

"That's not what they're saying at all," Jo interjected.

"I just don't want that freak setting you back!" Dean exclaimed. "Sammy, I don't like seeing you hurt over this. This is---this is something I could never help you with. It's like---I failed as the big brother here," he continued.

"No way. You were---great to me. You always calmed me down after a nightmare. You've constantly drilled the fact that it wasn't my fault into my head," Sam earnestly stated. "Hey, I'm even starting to believe it now," he continued with a laugh.

"Good. 'Cause it's true," his older brother told him.

"So you'll let me do it? You'll let me be the bait?" Sam questioned. Dean sighed and blew out a breath.

"I don't like this," he told him.

"Neither do I. It's too risky," Bobby added.

"Guys, it's the only way I can prove to myself that I'm moving on, that I---I can move past this," Sam stated. "Dean, I need to do this. You've got to let me do this," he continued. Dean felt a lump appear in his throat. It was almost the same speech his younger brother had given when they were facing Bloody Mary. The kid even had the same puppy-dog look.

"If it's what you really want, Sammy, I won't stand in your way," Dean promised. Then, "But if you change your mind---" he added.

"I know," Sam said with a quick nod. With that, he finished his food, got up, and walked out.

"We sure about this?" Bobby queried.

"No. But who am I to deny Sammy something he really wants to do?" Dean wondered.

"You think it's a bad idea," Ash commented.

"Of course I think it's a bad idea! My kid brother finally talks about the time he was molested and then gets the crazy scheme of going up against a creature that uses sex to kill!" Dean shouted. Normally, Ellen would've chided Dean about his tone with her, but she understood that he was merely worried.

"Come on. Let's go reel this freak in," the woman declared. With that, they all left.