Sam at age 9
Sam had been working on his homework when Dean finally woke up. After teasing Sam last night, Dean fell asleep and spent the rest of the night having nightmares. Bobby pulled up a chair next to Dean's bed and watched over him the rest of the night. Sam woke up to find Bobby fast asleep with his hand resting on Dean's chest. Sam walked into the kitchen and got himself some cereal. He was eating and watching cartoons when he remembered that he had homework to complete. Ever the diligent student, Sam secretly enjoyed school and loved the attention he received from his female teachers. Sam longed for a mother. Although he knew that his mother was dead, Sam always wished that he could have seen her and known her. Sighing, Sam knew that wishing for his mother wouldn't bring her back. Every night, Sam prayed that she was in heaven with angels watching over her. Walking over to his backpack, Sam grabbed his books and notepaper and brought them to the table. Soon he was immersed in his schoolwork and for a while he completely forgot his problems. When Dean let out a groan, Sam had been hard at work for two hours. Dropping his pencil, Sam ran over to his brother's bedside.
"Dean" exclaimed Sam "how are you?"
"Great" said Dean. "Just great."
Uncle Bobby woke up too. "Hey kid" said Uncle Bobby. "What do you want for breakfast?"
Dean sat up painfully and licked his cracked lips. "Pancakes" he whispered. "I like pancakes."
Bobby got up to make pancakes while Sam sat at edge of the bed. Dean looked over at the table and saw Sam's books. Then he let out another groan.
"We've just been attacked" said Dean. "And you're doing homework?"
"Yeah" said Sam. "I like school."
Dean stared at him. "God, you're weird." He managed to stand on his feet. "Are you sure that we are related?"
"Pancakes will be ready in five minutes" shouted Uncle Bobby. "You boys better get washed up."
Despite his injury, Dean managed to dash into the bathroom before Sam. He stuck out his tongue before shutting the door in Sam's face. Sam smiled. He was happy to see the old Dean back. Sam went over to the table and grabbed his books. By then Dean rushed out of the bathroom and sat down at the table. Uncle Bobby set down a stack of pancakes in front of Dean and he dug in with gusto. Despite his obvious pain, Dean ate with a grin on his face. He pointed his fork at Sam.
"Sammy" he said. "We're going out to have fun today." He looked at Uncle Bobby. "Could I borrow 20?"
Uncle Bobby reached into his wallet and gave a 20 to Dean. "Don't spend it all in one place" said Uncle Bobby with a smile. "Don't you want me to drop you off at the mall?"
"Yeah" said Dean. "I've got to show Sammy how to pick up girls."
"Ewwww!" said Uncle Bobby and Sam in unison.
Sam at age 25
At the bar
Sam sat with Tamara at the end of the bar while Bobby played pool. The old woman was holding court with a table full of hunters and was killing them at poker. Dean was at the bar flirting with a beautiful girl who resembled Cassie so much Sam was sure that she was Cassie's twin. Dean was pouring on the charm and the girl seemed equally smitten with him. She was laughing at Dean's jokes and touching his arm. At one point, Dean looked over at Tamara and Sam and gave them a knowing nod. This girl was probably the incubus.
Tamara seemed amused. "Is he always like this?"
"When it comes to women" said Sam. "yeah, he has always been like that."
"Well" said Tamara giving Dean a thorough once over. "I can certainly understand why." She sighed and emptied her tequila glass. "He has a certain scent; a certain essence that would attract women." Seeing Sam look at her strangely, Tamara grabbed his arm. "Come on," she said. "Let's dance."
Sam walked reluctantly to the dance floor. He hated dancing. His height made dancing with anyone difficult. Even worse, he still had horrible memories of the Prom when his attempt to dance with his date made him the laughing stock of his high school. To make matters worse, Dean ran off with Sam's prom date. After nearly breaking Dean's jaw and sleeping at a friend's house for a week, Sam finally went back home. But never again, did his older brother try to steal Sam's girl. Even worse, the last time Sam danced with anyone was with Jessica a week before she died. Sam nearly proposed that night, but did not want to do so without a ring. God, how he wished he had, then Jessica would have been at her parents the night she died. With his mind racing to the past, Sam wasn't paying attention to his partner until Tamara said "Oww."
"Oh God!" said Sam. "I'm sorry." "Are you okay?"
"Yeah" said Tamara. "Sam, I'm fine." She cocked her head curiously. "Are you thinking about her?"
"Her?" asked Sam.
"Jessica" said Tamara.
It was Sam's turn to look curious. "How did you know about Jessica?"
"You told me once" said Tamara. "Don't you remember?"
Sam seemed confused, but then he smiled. "Yeah, I guess I did."
"How long was it?" asked Tamara her voice dropping low. "Before you had sex with someone else?"
Sam looked horrified. "What kind of question is that?"
Tamara smiled at Sam sensually. "A fair one." She pressed closer to Sam and a suddenly pungent smell overcame Sam. "Come on Sam, don't pretend that sex isn't important to you."
Sam pulled away and stared down at Tamara. "Sex is important when I really care about someone." Sam glared. "I loved Jessica and was always faithful to her."
Before Tamara could reply, Bobby walked up with the old woman who was counting her winnings. "If you two are done dancing," he said "Dean just walked out with the girl."
Sam glared at Tamara and all four walked out of the bar.
At the motel
Dean was always amazed at how easy it was to get women into his motel room. The girl, who was the spitting image of Cassie, was happy and willing, especially after they made out at the bar. Once in the room, they kissed some more before Dean gently pulled her top off. Then, Dean steered her toward the bed. She lay on the bed while Dean lit the hoodoo candles and sprinkled the rock salt on the windows.
"Why are you doing that?" asked the Cassie look-a-like.
"Ahhh" said Dean. "It keeps the roaches out."
"Oh" said the girl. "Why don't you come over here?"
"Sure" said Dean. He walked over to the bed and kissed the girl again. While he did so, he reached into the dresser for the cubeb which was in a bottle filled with other herbs and hot ashes. The mixture, Tamara assured him, would burn through the skin of the incubus. She had been unable to get a hold of the hoodoo priestess to find out if there was a way to kill the incubus. Nevertheless, Dean felt that once he disabled the demon, then he could use the usual techniques to kill it. Once he had a hold of the bottle, he stood back and threw its contents on the girl. Instead of burning the girl's skin, it just ended up making a mess on her lingerie. She stared up at Dean. "Are you insane!" she shouted. "Is this your idea of foreplay?"
Dean tried to chuckle and make light of the situation. "Isn't it sexy?"
The girl stared at him and stood up. She slapped Dean's face, grabbed her clothes and opened the door. Right outside stood Tamara, Sam, the old woman and Bobby waiting for Dean's signal. The girl stared at them opened mouth and then turned to Dean. "God, you're sick." With that she pushed her way through the crowd at the door and left. The old woman looked at Dean and grinned. "I'm glad that someone else thinks you are a perverted."
In Sam and Dean's Room
Sam was pacing the room. He could not shake the feeling their operation this evening had been compromised. The incubus had yet to make an appearance and no readings of it could be found anywhere in town. The police stopped by and questioned Dean concerning the incident with the Cassie look-a-like. Even worse, Tamara was acting strangely. True, Sam did not know her very well, but how she acted this evening and the way she talked on the telephone showed two vastly different people.
None of it made sense. Still, Sam knew that Dean was still in danger.
Meanwhile, Dean was too tired to care. He hadn't felt this exhausted in a while. He would never admit it to Sam, but he was even sure that he could have gone through with sex if he could have gotten that far. Even worse, Tamara, who Dean was saving for Sam, was looking at him in a way that normally would have made Dean happy to oblige her. After the Cassie look-a-like left, Tamara went around the room and collected the Hoodoo candles, rock salt and the bottle of the cubeb mixture.
"Don't you think we need that stuff?" asked Dean.
Tamara smiled at him. "Not tonight Dean."
With that, she walked out to her room and Bobby and the old woman departed for theirs. Dean felt so tired that he just laid on the bed without bothering to clean it up. He felt his eyes droop as he watched Sam pace the room.
"Sammy" he said yawning. "We have to get some sleep."
"Dean" said Sam. "We have to keep hunting; something is wrong here."
"Okay Sam" said Dean as his eyes closed. "You do that."
With Dean now asleep, Sam decided to take action himself. He grabbed the shotgun filled with rock salt and poured some rock salt on the windows and along the door. He took one last look at Dean and stepped outside. He was going to look for the incubus himself. Walking along the street, Sam realized that it had been another 24 hours without sleep. This was the one part of hunting that he hated: sleep deprivation. At Stanford, Sam kept regular sleep hours causing all of his friends to make fun of him. Sam took their ribbing in stride since he could never tell them the truth. He always intended to tell Jessica about the family business someday. Sam sighed. Maybe if he had told her, she would still be alive today.
He was walking along Main Street when he saw her. A woman was stumbling down the street. She was moving as if she were drunk. Sam shook his head. He never understood getting so drunk that you didn't know where you were or what you were doing. As the woman moved closer to him, Sam saw that she was bleeding. Now running toward her, Sam caught her in his arms as she fell forward. Turning her over, Sam was shock when he recognized her. Opening her eyes, the woman looked at him in surprise.
"Sam?" asked the woman. "Is that you?"
In Sam and Dean's Room
Dean was fast asleep when he heard a knock at the door. Opening his eyes, he called out to Sam, but only heard his own voice echoing in the room. With a groan, Dean got up and walked to the door. Looking through the peephole, he seemed surprised by the person on the other side of the door. Dean unlatched the door and opened it.
"Tamara?" he asked. "Isn't it kind of late?"
Tamara smiled at Dean. "I heard from the Hoodoo priestess. She has the information about killing the incubus. Can I come in?"
"Sure" said Dean rubbing his eyes feeling more tired than ever. "Come on in."
Tamara started to cross the doorframe when she stopped. "What's that?"
Dean turned. Tamara was pointing to the ground. Dean looked confused. "That's rock salt."
Tamara looked upset. "Do you really need to have that down? The incubus is not here."
Dean was confused by her behavior, but was too tired to think straight. He walked over to the doorframe and removed the salt. After that, Tamara seemed to calm down. "Thanks" she said to Dean, shut the door behind her and relatched it.
Dean stood near the bed and Tamara leaned over and kissed him. As she did so, Dean could smell a pungent smell coming from her. She pushed Dean down on the bed and climbed on top of him. Dean knew this was wrong, but he couldn't stop her. It was almost as though he was paralyzed. Tamara was straddling Dean's waist and was running her hands over Dean's chest and lower stomach. As she did so, Dean could feel his body reacting. Oh God, thought Dean, come on Dean, you can control it. Unfortunately, his body wasn't listening as he could feel the muscles in his lower stomach and upper thighs tighten. Tamara could feel Dean's reaction and her eyes began to glow. She leaned over, grabbed Dean's hair and pulled him close to her and she inhaled.
"Ahh Dean." She said. "I taken hundreds of children's lives, but your essence is so unique." Pulling Dean's head back, she looked at him and smiled. "I was so thrilled to have found you again. It made killing that child worth it."
Dean was paralyzed. "You killed that girl because of me" he whispered.
Tamara's body began to change. She sprouted wings out of her back. She grew claws and bird talons and changed into her original form. Tamara was a disguise. It was the Assyrian Lililut.
"I felt your presence as soon as you came to town" said the incubus. "I was only going to take some energy from the child, but as soon as I knew you were here, I killed her so you would stay."
"And Tamara?" asked Dean, starting to move back toward the headboards. "Did you hurt her?"
The incubus through back its head and laughed. "Silly Tamara" said the incubus. "She wanted revenge because I killed her little girl." The incubus pinned Dean's head to the bed's headboard. "It was Tamara's fault. If she hadn't walked in, I would have only taken some energy from the girl and moved on."
The incubus ran its claws down Dean's chest. "I killed Tamara and assumed her form, so I could get close to you."
"How come Sam didn't detect you?" asked Dean grabbing the covers with both hands.
"Sammy" said the incubus lowering its head to within inches of Dean's "has demon blood, so it is difficult for him to recognize other demons, especially when they are so well-disguised."
The incubus had Dean pinned down, but he forced himself to gather his strength. "Why" he asked the incubus. "do you want me so badly?"
The incubus run its tongue down the side of Dean's face. "You are very unique. You have your mother's blood and she was a unique woman."
At the mention of his beloved mother, Dean's blood ran cold. Freeing his hands, which were now covered in the cubeb mixture that was still on the bed, Dean clapped both hands on the sides of the incubus's face. The incubus reared back screaming as the mixture began to melt its skin. Dean rolled off the bed and tried to crawl to the door, but he didn't have much energy left. Suddenly the door burst inward and in the door frame stood Sam and Tamara. Her face was covered in blood and her clothes were tore, but she stood straight and looked ready to fight. Running forward with a iron stake in her hand, she rammed it into the screaming incubus. The incubus suddenly exploded and a raw uncontrollable energy filled the room. Everyone covered their eyes. Then it was gone.
Tamara pulled herself up as Sam helped Dean to his feet. Turning she looked at the brothers and said, "I finally killed the thing that took my daughter." Then she burst into tears. Sam helped Dean into a chair and went over to Tamara. He put his arms around her while she cried. Dean put his head in his hands and cried alongside her.