Double Trouble

Dean slowly became aware of the fact that he was awake. He didn't open his eyes right away as his mind was consumed with feeling. Every muscle in his body was sore. He'd felt like this before. Usually after a strenuous hunt or brawl. But not ever after freaking sex! He then realized he was still in the same spot, edge of the bed, legs hanging over the side. Couldn't be too late then.

He slowly cracked his eyes. Sitting up was painful. He looked down and he had a new bruise on his lower chest, stretching down across half his abdomen. "Shit." He turned his gaze to the clock. 1am. No way. He'd been out longer than he thought. He felt an overwhelming need for a shower but couldn't seem to manage the energy to get himself up off the bed and over to the bathroom.

He got the feeling something wasn't right. He looked around the room again. Where was Sammy? Uh Dean? You brought a woman back from the bar. You left your brother at the bar. Why would he be here? He told himself to shut up and looked for his pants. Thankfully, they were in a pile at his feet. Letting out a low groan, he bent over and pulled them up into his lap.

Retrieving his phone, he left a text for Sam, letting him know he wouldn't be able to go get him wherever he was. Dean didn't trust himself behind the wheel of any vehicle right now. Last thing he needed was the Impala in a ditch somewhere.

Setting his phone down, he looked longingly at the bathroom door. He now had to take a leak and would have to move his body. Taking a steadying breath, he hauled himself up off the bed, hissing between his teeth. While he sat on the toilet, he eyed the tub. He should really soak in a tub of ice water for a while, but the ice machine was so far away...

"Dean?" Sam scanned the room. Other than some scattered clothes, his brother was nowhere in sight. "DEAN?" Sam headed for the bathroom. Turning the corner, he spotted Dean laying in a tub of water, his head back on the edge at an uncomfortable angle. Sam sucked in a worried breath and rushed over, searching for a pulse.

As soon as he touched him, Dean jerked awake. "Son of a bitch!"

Sam fell back on his butt in startled relief. "Dean! What are you doing sleeping in a tub full of water? You wanna drown?"

"The sleeping bit wasn't part of the plan." Dean scooched up in the tub and rubbed his eyes.

"And what was the plan?" Sam got up and stepped out, giving his brother some sort of privacy.

"To soak in some ice water. Every muscle I have is on fire."

"How long have you been in there because there's no ice."

"Yeah, well... ice wasn't part of the plan either. It's too far away. I settled for really cold tap water."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Do you need me to go get you some?"

Dean looked at his hands. They were turning into prunes. How long had he been in here sleeping? "Nah, man. I'm getting out."

Sam worked on getting his laptop set up. "Why are you sore? Another symptom you think?"

"Umm...not exactly." Dean came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and Sam looked up at him. His eyes grew large at the sight of the new bruise. "Yeah, I know. Let's just say that Claire is something else." Dean gave a dirty chuckle and a smirk.

"Uh... yeah, about that. You couldn't have said it any better." Sam finished with his laptop. "Take a look at this. I think I may have figured out what we're up against."

Dean went over to see what Sam had pulled up on his computer. "A succubus, huh?" Dean smirked.

"Yeah. They feed off the life energy of their victims during sex. When you said Claire was something else? I think you hit the nail on the head."

"Wait a minute! Claire?" Dean made a face and went about getting dressed while they talked.

"You said it yourself, Dean. She was the girl from your dreams and succubi do most of their hunting through dreams."

"Yeah, but..."

"How long have you been dreaming about her?"

"Longer than the one week of symptoms. I mean, back before that vampire sheriff."

"And have all the dreams involved sex?"

"What? None of your freaking business, man!"

"C'mon Dean! This is important."

Dean thought back. "No. The early dreams didn't have sex. It was like... like she was checking me out." Dean grinned and nodded his head.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Really, Dean? Okay. So in the earlier dreams she was probably checking to see if you would make a decent meal."

"Hell yes!" Dean waved his hands down his front as if to say 'have you seen me?'.

Sam gave him a bitch face. "Yes, Dean. I'm sure your sexual exploits are known far and wide. We really don't know how many times she needs to feed off you before symptoms start to show anyhow."

Dean looked thoughtful and then swore. "Fuck it, Sammy. I think you're right." Dean ran his hand through his hair. "My driving." Sam just looked at him confused. "She's been telling me in my dreams to head east and south! Damn it! How did I not see that before?"

"I think it falls under how you behaved at the bar last night." Dean raised an eyebrow in question. "When Claire showed up, it was like you were under a spell. You followed her like a lost puppy."

"You're saying she put the whammy on me?"

"Think of the sirens from Greek mythology. Many hold the belief that they were succubi. They have a way of making you want to please them, want to be with them."

"Not sure I like that idea. So if she shows up again, how do I gank her if she has me under some sort of spell?" Dean had sat in the chair opposite Sam with a beer.

"I haven't figured out how to kill her yet, but... there's something else."

"Something else? As if having one of my main talents being used against me isn't bad enough?" Sam gave him another bitch face. Dean really should have been keeping track. He may be setting a new record tonight.

"I read that succubi don't usually work alone."

"What? Come on. You know three's a crowd."

"I don't mean they hunt and feed together, but that where there's one, there's usually another one close by. Safety in numbers."

Dean nodded his head. "Makes sense. So you're saying we have another one out there somewhere."

"Yes, but I have a hunch as to who it is. Last night after you mentioned Claire being the girl from your dreams, I remembered Steve complaining about his roommate's wet dreams. Since you were going to be otherwise preoccupied, I called Maria."

"Ooo Sammy you sly dog!" Score another bitch face.

Sam sighed and continued. "I asked her if she knew of someplace I could do some research. She picked me up and let me work in her home office."

"You go, Sammy! And here I was feeling bad about leaving you behind." And another bitch face.

"Would you just shut up and listen! So, you know how I can get wrapped up in my research, right?"

"Yeah, ya geek. Go on."

"So I took a break and saw I had been at it til 2am."

"Wait... 2am? What time is it now?" Dean checked his watch.

"About 4am."

"What the hell."

"Anyway, I thought I'd just finish up what I had open on my screen and I dozed off at my computer."

"Okay...?"

"I had a, um, sexually explicit dream about Maria."

"Oh! So you think Maria's the other succubus." Sam nodded. "Or you're a sexually repressed, sex deprived individual who had a total wet dream because you were in a woman's house for the first time in months and you were jealous that I was getting all the succubus action."

Score one huge bitch face.

"Dean..."

"Yeah, you're right, it's been more than months." Dean chuckled at his brother's face and then conceded. "Yeah, she's probably our other succubus. So... how do we gank them?"

Sam turned back to his laptop. "That's what I hope to find out today."