The bar scene slowly faded away as Dean listened to Sam on the other line. The fears they shared started to slowly override their common sense. They had no idea when one of the girls was going to be attacked. They needed to be ready for anything the attacker might pull.
"Feel dreamy?"
Rolling his eyes Dean scoffed. "Nothing, not even a creepy dude taking some hot chick out of the place. What did you find college boy?"
"According to demonologist and some myths, an Incubus and Succubus are the same thing-"
"So the thing is both? Dad never mentioned that." Dean commented, interrupting Sam for a moment.
"Yeah. It's weird. Apparently the two names are for the two shapes the Incubus or Succubus, whatever it is called, appears as. As a Succubus the demon harvests the sperm from its victims, often killing them in the process. Changing shape and becoming male, the demon then passes the sperm along."
Dean licked his lips in disgust, scrunching his face. He acted as if he tasted something foul. "So…one moment it has boobs and the next it has balls?"
"If you want to put it that way, then yes." Sam commented sighing. He felt like he had to knock his intelligence down to properly communicate with Dean sometimes. "Since I'm guessing that Ana was…uh…touched by a man, we are dealing with a-"
Looking over at his lover, Dean growled. "Incubus." A headache was beginning to form between his brows, fingers lifting to tensely rub the pain away. The pressure would ease the pounding for a good minute or two before it came back with a vicious spike. He hadn't been getting much sleep, staying up late into the night to watch over Ana. With every hour he did not close his eyes, his body became more and more limp. He dare not complain, knowing that his baby and lover were at risk.
"Dean?"
Shaking his head slightly Dean answered in a gruff tone. "Yeah. I got one problem with your whole theory though….Ana's pregnant and therefore, can't be impregnated."
"I know, I don't understand that last part either." Self-hatred simmered from the other line.
Dean knew what was going through Sam's head. The youth was mentally knocking down his self-esteem bar until it was zero. It wasn't something Dean wanted to deal with at the moment. "I think we might be able to catch him or her or….it before it does harm to either girls. Is there anything in the books on how to snatch it?"
By now Ana was leaning precariously over the stool, face brushing lightly against Dean's arm as she tried to listen in. The boys were being very sneaky of late, whispering amongst themselves.
The sound of pages being turned broke through the dim static. "Yeah….ummm…there. We can summon it just like we do a demon since it is technically one. I'll got the spell down. Meet me back at the hotel in five."
Ana frowned, hearing the last bit of the conversation. "Wait, where is Sara?"
The question caught Dean's attention, head turning slightly as he raised a brow at his lover. "Good question." He mumbled, lowering the phone from his ear to it was heard by both.
"She is asking around town. Don't worry, she's armed."
The two let out a long breathe, the bartender eyeing them from down the counter. His white brows arched in confusion.
Dean smirked, wondering why he even thought his brother would leave his girl hanging. "Alright, we'll be there in five." Snapping the phone shut, the Winchester and his partner stood, exiting the bar.
From within the shadows Luke stood, watching them leave with a malicious smirk.
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Dean and Ana pulled up to the hotel building, Dean killing the engine and the two lovers climbing out of the car. An air of eerie silence except for the crunching of gravel underneath their feet surrounded them. An unnerving feeling that someone was watching them came over Dean as he went to the passenger door. Every time he glanced around his shoulder however, he could find no one standing and staring at them. Helping Anna out of the car, he slipped a hand around her waist and held her close, his thumb rubbing a small patch of skin on her arm to calm himself down. Hunter instincts in full gear, he kept an eye out as they walked away from the beloved Impala. The feeling became more intense with each passing second, tension filling Dean's shoulders till they were as stiff as a metal rod.
"You okay?" Ana asked, her body resting against Dean's as they headed through the door to the inside and the warmth that greeted them.
"Fine." Her lover mumbled, turning to look down at her with a soft smile. Dean knew his and Sam's unusual behaviors were bothering the girls and rising suspensions, but they couldn't let on that the two were in such serious danger. "Let's just go see what Sam as to say about this Incubus."
Directing his fiancée up to the elevator on the far wall, Dean snuck another quick glance behind them to see if there was indeed someone watching them. Again, he saw nothing.
Anna gave him a confused look that was ignored as the hotel door was pushed open. Sam looked up from the laptop, bags hanging under his eyes.
"Hey."
"Hey college boy."
The two brothers nodded to one another. Anna plopped herself down on the bed's edge farthest from the door, crossing her arms. "So, what you got for us Sammy?" She inquired with a raise of her chin.
"Yeah, what else you have besides the fact that the thing is a man and female, getting the best of both worlds?" Dean added, thigh touching his lovers as he took a seat beside her.
Sam brushed a hair from his eye, turning the laptop towards them. "Nothing we didn't know before really. The true form of an Incubus however is completely disgusting. They are described as walking decaying corpses. It's unlikely to witness such a sight because the victim is usually sleeping." His back ached from hunching over the computer, a headache pounding behind his temple. It was too tiring to keep moving, yet he found himself unable to stop. Not with two pregnant girls possibly being attacked. Rubbing his forehead a moment, he peeked through gaps in his fingers at the couple.
"So I'm thinking its someone who has been in contact with us more than once." Anna blurted, catching the boys off guard. They sometimes forgot that the girls knew as much as them.
She glanced from Sam to Dean in bewilderment. "What?"
Shaking their heads, the Winchesters unanimously ignored the question.
"So we bumped into who then that's wearing a mask?" Resting his hand on his thigh, Dean pushed himself up, pacing slowly back and forth in the small room.
The other brother scratched his head, tapping his foot as he thought.
"Possibly the bartender? You know the guy who broke up the fight with the creeper?" Dean said out loud, pausing in mid-step.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Maybe." His brother was always fond of nicknames, and apparently the man who made a move on his girlfriend was now labeled 'creeper'.
"It could be him too. Could be anyone in that bar?" Anna puzzled, eyeing Dean. She had an inkling that he was pinpointing the 'creeper' as the Incubus.
"We still can try summoning it. Whoever it is…"
All eyes drifted to the door which was now open, the breeze blowing into the warm room. Sara smirked, liking to make a big entrance every once and a while. She had called Sam earlier and gained the needed information her lover had just explained to Anna and Dean. She had even bought the supplies needed for the summoning ritual. Spreading her arms, she bowed formally, earning a chuckle from Sam.
"Hey baby." The brown haired Winchester whispered, straightening and coming in front of Sara. Entwining their hands together, Sam pecked her on the lips.
"Got the junk?" He inquired.
Sara winked, opening her brown shoulder bag to allow her lover a peek. Sam nodded appreciatively, leading her over to the computer chair and sitting her on his lap.
All the while Dean and Anna exchanged confused glances before watching the two converse.
"What? Junk?" Dean stuttered.
Sara leaned back in Sam's embrace, smiling. "The stuff needed for the summoning ritual. We are going to get the sucker aren't we?" Dipping her chin, she waited for the other two to comment.
Anna chuckled, bobbing her head. "Hell yeah."
Rolling his eyes, Dean couldn't hide his own smirk, slipping his knife from its sheath and twirling it in his fingers. "Damn straight."
Slapping Sam's thighs, Sara hopped off. "Then lets get to it."
The three all shared a laugh at her enthusiasm.
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White chalk slowly pressed onto the cardboard, the giant piece covering a large part of the carpet.
"The red neck way of summoning demons…" Ana mumbled, carefully drawing the circle with its key elements. Next to her Dean churned his pulp in the stone container, the grating sound loud in the room full of concentration. At the head of the circle Sam stood with Sara at his side, their own version of the bible shared between them. As the last articles were drawn, the air snapped with electricity, the group tense but ready for the coming moments.
"All set." Anna muttered, finding herself become slightly angry and scared knowing she was going to face her other sleeping partner. She still shivered at the thought of the creature touching her in such an intimate way. Jumping slightly, she relaxed in the arms that engulfed her.
"You'll be alright."
The hot brush of breathe against her ear allowed herself to be moved away from the circle, Dean stepping from behind her, protecting her. She loved it yet wished she too was going to be able to take part in the fight.
"Alright, we all good?" Sara asked, hand on Sam's shoulder.
Everyone met each others gaze before Sam and Sara began reading from the journal. Slowly the wind picked up, the breeze not strong but light in the dim lighted area, the flames of candles around the circle dancing. Towards the middle of the reading Dean lit a match, dropping it in the stone container. The pulp came to life, sparkling. As the wind died down, the room became as silent as the dead.
"You really thought killing me was going to be that easy." Sung the voice of the Incubus as he appeared behind Sam as a mangled corpse. Flesh was rotting off, bone exposed on his body. With a chuckle Sam was thrown to the side like a limp rag doll, his limbs smacking into the wall.
"Sam!" Sara screamed, the book torn from her hands and disappearing somewhere in the room. Running over to her lover she crouched down, covering his form as she whipped her head around and sent daggers to the Incubus who floated in and out of existence.
"Run Ana!" Dean snapped, pulling out a salt covered knife from his pocket and holding it in front of him as he faced the Incubus. "Come and get me bastard."
The Incubus snarled, smiling maliciously. "Any time." With a howl the creature ran at Dean lifting him off the floor and into the wall above the bed. Disappearing once more, the Incubus aspirated in front of Ana, her feet frozen in her tracks as he extended a gnarled finger and traced her jaw line.
"I'll be back…" And with the warning the Incubus faded into existence, leaving Anna frozen solid.
"Ana! Ana come on! Ana!" Sara cried, still kneeling beside her lover as she pressed a torn piece of cloth against his bleeding forehead. The creature had thrown him into a picture frame, glass falling down upon him when he hit the ground. With a growl Sara scrambled up, glancing at the unmoving Winchester on the bed before grabbing hold of Ana's shoulders and shaking her hard. "Ana!"
Blinking, Ana eyes centered on her friend, body shaking like a leaf in the wind. "What?" Even her voice trembled with fear.
Gaze softening, Sara sighed, squeezing Ana's shoulder. "You need to see if Dean's all right okay?"
Ana nodded, peeling herself away to climb onto the bed and roll the fallen Winchester on his back.
Silently, the two females tended to their lovers, each meeting the other's eye. They knew what had to be done. It was time for Bobby to add his impute.
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Awareness crept into Sam's mind, his body beginning to ache despite the soft cushion surrounding his limbs. Rubbing his cheek against something gentle, he groaned, his head thumping as if his brain was loose in his skull with the small motion. A warm hand soothed the pain as knuckles brushed along his cheek.
"Come on baby…" Whispered a feminine voice that heated his heart and made it swell with love.
"Sara…" He mumbled, prying his eye lids open to stare at the blurry form of Dean on the opposite bed. Curling his hands into fists, he rolled over, his sight swimming along with his stomach. The push of his arms on the bed hurt his left shoulder, sending fire around the area. "Ahh." He hissed, hands going to his head as he pressed the heels of his palms into his forehead. "What the hell?!" This was damn ridiculous. He couldn't even protect Sara let alone the baby and now he was laying on a bed like some wimp.
"Relax Sam. We gotcha covered."
Again with the consoling tone that melted Sam's resistance yet angered him further. He wanted to be the one comforting his beloved, not the other way around. Nerves shot he just laid there, listening to the noises in the room. Ana was talking to someone on the phone, her voice almost too quiet to hear.
"Yeah Sam's up. Nope. I know the signs of a concussion Bobby!" Ana snapped into the phone, eyeing Sam and Dean.
Alarms went off in Sam's head as to how the two knew they needed Bobby. The two hardly knew the man, only meeting him twice or three times at most. Shooting up he blanched, puking into the bucket that was shoved in his face, a cool rag placed on his neck.
"Yeah, I think he just heard me." Ana sighed in the receiver.
Sara rolled her eyes, mouthing that they know nothing to her friend. Turning back to Sam, she placed the trash can on the floor and rubbed circles into the sick Winchester's back. "Feel better?" She asked, bending down to see Sam's pinched expression. Frowning she cursed. "He has a concussion for sure. I bet Dean does too. Stupid…" The rest was incomprehensible, her neck cranking to glare at the circle of white on the cardboard near her. "I hate you." She snarled, mask slipping as a hand wrapped around her wrist. Looking back at Sam, she smiled. Though the Winchester was a pale as a sheet, at least he was able to speak and move around. "Hey hun." She cooed, kissing his forehead.
"How do you know Bobby?" Sam asked in a suspicious tone, one arm bent as he held his head and the other moving to support himself on the bed. He felt forehead wrinkling as he squeezed his eyes shut as a wave of nausea hit him again.
Licking her lips, Sara put on her game face, not wanting to reveal a secret that wasn't hers. "From the two hunts we grouped up with him in? Remember?" She inquired in a fake voice. She was never good at lying.
"Yeah yeah, the Hag and Water spirit…" Sam grumbled, hissing as he peeked at Sara. "But we didn't exchange phone numbers and we've meet others than Bobby."
Damn Sam and his smarts, Sara thought to herself. "We got the number from your phone and the way you guys talk about him, we supposed he was close to you both. So, we figured he was safe to call since you both were out like a light." Sara answered quickly, almost sagging in relief when Sam paused and then nodded his head an inch or two. The poor guy could barely hold his head up. "Now go back to bed love." She purred, easing Sam back onto the bed. Despite his restlessness, the Winchester practically fell asleep when his head hit the pillow.
"Yup, he's out again and no, he didn't figure it out." Ana commented, watching as Sara pushed the youth's hair from his eyes and came over to stand beside her. "Yeah, I know, but not yet okay?"
Sara wiped her forehead, having had to pull the two, with Ana's help, onto the bed. "We have to tell them soon, why not when they wake up again?"
Ana shook her head. "No, we can't yet. Then they will want to know everything."
Shrugging Sara absently rubbed her stomach which was protruding from her shirt like a balloon. "I know but come on, we need them on board."
Clicking her tongue, Ana let out a long breathe. "I'm not saying we never tell them, just…"
"Until you girls get everything sorted out right?" Said Bobby through the other line held between the two hunters ears.
They chuckled, always wondering how the man knew what to say and the right way to say it.
"Thanks Bobby." Ana retorted, clicking the phone shut. She looked over at Sara, placing her own hand down on her belly.
The boys did not awake as gracefully as either hoped, both ending up puking their breakfast and dinner into a green trashcan from the hotel room. Headaches made it hard for them to think, a couple scrapes and cuts covered with Band-Aids. For an hour or two the girls just sat with each of them, stroking their foreheads and offering words of encouragement. Both argued their bed rest, especially Dean. He was royally pissed, grumbling as he was forced to sit on the bed, eyes straight ahead and filled with anger.
"I'm going to kill that mother-fucker if it's the last thing I do!" The older Winchester raged, cleaning his gun. The weapons were splayed in front of him. Dean had refused to just sit there and do nothing, his true colors coming through. He had kept his nerves under control until now. Holding his sawed off shot gun close to his face he cocked it back, closing his eyes at the sweet sound. "Hell yeah baby, this bastard is going down…" He whispered as if it was only him and the gun. Placing the gun down, he moved to the next one.
"What did Bobby say about this thing anyway?" Sam piped up, eyeing Dean wearily as he turned to watch the girls who had moved to sitting at the table. They exchanged a hesitant glance before answering.
"That we shouldn't have summoned it without calling his ass down here." Sara replied, smirking. "The old man still wants his piece apparently."
"And I'm definitely getting mine." Dean interrupted, working on his pistol.
Ignoring him, Ana continued for her friend. "There is also a protective charm that he could come up with that would not allow the Incubus to influence us. The Incubus is also allergic to salt. We could cover ourselves in it next time or surround the circle with it."
Dean scoffed, crossing his arms. "Dude, I'm not covering myself with salt."
Sam nodded in agreement, showing off a beautifully disgusted face. "No thanks."
Shaking her head, Ana nodded. "Figured so…so I told him to come down instead since you both won't get dirty."
"Nice, even though we could have perfectly taken care of this ourselves." Dean muttered, causing the girls to sigh.
"Men." Sara blurted, turning to look at Ana."They never want to ask for help."
"Damn straight." Ana retorted, watching as Dean muttered to himself about this and that.
Sam raised a brow at the girls comment, feeling his pride fall but knowing they probably did need some aid at the moment. He still could barely stand. However, he wasn't about to admit it.
The knock at the door caused the room to erupt to life, Sam and Dean standing and swaying as they tried to appear as healthy as could be. It's been two days and yet they still fought the affects of the concussions. More research had been done; the computer and printer splayed on the bedspread while the other sheet was covered with the herbs Bobby said they needed for the charm. The girls themselves had been gathering more summoning supplies, making themselves useful.
Whipping her sweat palms on her jean covered thighs, Sara grabbed the knob and turned it till the door clicked open, pulling it the rest of the way to reveal a scruffy looking Bobby. His old cap went down in respect, his smile one of a father meeting his son's future wife for the first time.
"Hey Sara!" Bobby whispered, encompassing her in a huge bear hug. The boys watched speechlessly, as the old hunter embraced Ana as well. "Let me look at yeah." Pushing them back at arms length, Bobby's grin grew. "Hell yeah you're pregnant girls." The three chuckled, the Winchesters mouth's gaping open.
Turning, Bobby looked the boys over. "And you're sure as hell stupid! Look at ya! Both of you can barely stand!"
Sam cleared his throat, plopping his butt down, eyes looking at Sara for support. Dean however fought for ground.
"Yeah, cause we're fine Bobby."
Raising his brow, Bobby gave Dean a skeptical expression. "Sure you are now sit your ass down."
Clenching his jaw, Dean finally obeyed, falling down onto the bed. "Fine."
Sara smirked, elbowing Bobby playfully in the side. "You should have come here sooner."