A/N: so…. It's been a while.
Yup.
But hey, I have another chapter for you!
[Few moments before]
"You're going to start a forest fire with that thing" I growled. Dean raised a brow, shouldering the flame-thrower, "are you really going to reprimand me? Now?" he asked in disbelief. I bit my tongue and didn't argue as dean flipped the switch, sending a controlled stream of fire towards the trees. The moment the first tree went up in flames, everything started hissing as if there were alive and pissed we were torching their brother. The flames on the tree suddenly stopped and dean and I shared a look of concern. The vines connecting the trees in a net-like vice fell away all around us, one even fell on top of us. I shook the vines off and frowned, a perfect path towards the late 1900's manor was right in front of us. Dean shrugged and discarded the flame thrower, sauntering forward.
"Dean!" I hissed. He didn't look back, whether he was ignoring me or didn't hear me was in question.
I groaned and started after him, half expecting the fallen vines to suddenly regrow and attack us.
But nothing happened on that path, we made it to the front door with ease. Dean gently pushed on it and the door swung open silently. I rested my hand on the gun in the back of my jeans, this was too easy.
A scream infiltrated the air and I stiffened, Sam.
"Sammy" dean gasped, rushing in without a second thought.
"Dammit dean!" I growled, going after him.
I looked down the two hallways present before me, where was he? A loud moan filled the air and color rushed to my cheeks, they weren't doing that to him were they? Dean came into view, checking another room, gun in hand. At least he was being precautious. Dean glanced back and his stiff muscles relaxed as he saw me. He nodded to the door in front of him just as a particular loud yell erupted from the room. In an instant the door blocking Sam from us was kicked off its hinges and we stood flabbergasted at the scene before us. Sam's hands were tied above his waist and two men who looked identical to dean and I were standing over him. The man who looked like me pulled his member out of Sam, making my son wince harshly. His glazed eyes tried to focus on us, but the only response was a slight blush creeping into his cheeks.
"S-Sammy?" Dean stuttered, registering what was happening before us.
The men shimmered and two beautiful women stood before us, completely voice of their clothing. The blonde one sauntered over to me, reaching her hand out to caress my jaw. I raised my gun and pressed it to her forehead, "don't you even think about it" I growled, pulling the trigger without hesitation. The auburn haired woman screamed, her voice shrill with rage.
"You killed her!" she shrieked outrageously, charging us. Dean pulled a knife out of his pocket, letting his gun fall to the floor. He jammed the knife into the woman's neck, smiling cruelly as she gurgled incoherently, blood spilling over her shirt and pooling quickly on the floor. He yanked his knife out of the woman, wiping his knife on his jeans before pocketing it, making sure he gave her a solid kick before making his way to sam. Sam registered dean's face and went ridged, "p-please, I can't take anymore" he begged, his eyes wide and fearful. Dean swallowed hard, "it's me Sam, we killed the succubus's" he said softly, holding his hands up in surrender.