Warning: This is a little on the graphic side.

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Sam thudded hard into the ground, the bag he was carrying skidding several feet out in front of him.

Ouch—damn it—that hurt.

He turned over and saw, to his disgust, that he'd tripped over a protruding tree root partially hidden by leaves and other debris. The tall, lanky man lay for a minute to catch his breath. Exhaustion warred with urgency to find his brother in equal measure. He refused to let exhaustion win and staggered back to his feet.

With a growl of frustration, Sam grabbed the bag he'd dropped and yanked out a bottle of water. Instead of downing half the bottle as he would have liked to have done, Sam settled for a few sips, fully aware that his water supply was running low. He needed to save some for Dean when he found him.

Returning the water bottle to the bag, Sam palmed sweat out of his eyes and pulled out the much abused map. He'd managed to investigate two of the four remaining caves but then had gotten turned around and lost, wasting a precious 45 minutes of time before getting back on track. Sam eyed the map once more, reassuring himself he was heading in the right direction and stuffed it, unfolded, back in the duffel.

Only two more caves to go and his brother had to be in one of them. For Sam to think anything else was just not an option.

Hang on, Dean, I'm coming.

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Dean groaned, lost in a red haze of pain and discomfort. His throat was raw and a circlet of purple bruises ringed his neck, fashioned by cruel demonic hands. He felt like a damned rotisserie chicken as the twins picked and pulled incessantly at him, slicing with knife-sharp nails. Carmine blood welled and dripped from an untold number of lacerations covering nearly every inch of his body. Most were long and shallow, but a few were ragged and deep, seeping blood at a steady rate. Worse, the moment one of them made a cut, the other would lick away at the blood with a tongue that burned like a hot poker.

Dean jerked and arched his back in agony when he felt the now familiar burning on the inside of his left thigh. He clenched his teeth to keep from crying out.

Throughout it all, the full-blooded succubus both instructed and taunted, urging her offspring to glory in their viciousness. And as they did, the green fire in their eyes darkened, becoming less and less translucent.

The hunter had long ago tuned out the Cambions' hisses and sighs of pleasure as they tortured him. In fact, his head was spinning so much—the buzzing in his ears so loud—that at first he didn't realize the tenor of their interaction had changed. They had started to argue, and incredibly it was over him. As the argument escalated, Dean managed a harsh chuckle and slurred, "Hey, I always wondered if some day two chicks would fight over me." His low comment went unheard in the growing cacophony. Without warning, one of the Cambion—Lamia—threw herself at him and landed like a rock on his chest, driving the air from his lungs.

Dean gasped, trying to draw in air. He felt her clawing at his stomach but was so busy trying to breathe, the pain of her actions failed to register. He bucked furiously to dislodge her suffocating weight and wheezed gratefully when he was partially successful. The Cambion continued to screech at each other, their voices so high pitched as to be unbearable.

"ENOUGH!" Asilah's command cracked like a whip, reverberating off the stone walls.

She glared at the twins.

"Get out!" she roared, "Get out of here! I'll deal with you both later."

The Cambion quickly scrambled toward the cave entrance, clearly fearful of Asilah's wrath.

Once they were gone, the cave grew quiet except for Dean's still somewhat labored breathing. He tensed as the succubus glided over to him and bent forward. When she ran her tongue back and forth across his abused chest lapping at the blood as her offspring had done, he couldn't hold back a hoarse scream. If the twins' tongues burnt like hot pokers, the demon's tongue burnt like Sulphuric acid. He writhed under her assault, his vision blurred a gauzy gray.

Lifting her head and licking the remaining blood from her lips, Asilah reached up and undid the bonds holding Dean's arms above his head.

"Now it's time for me to have some fun."

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