Men were shouting against the darkening sky, a mob of them rushing head long into the woods, cracking branches and stomping dead fall underfoot. Von had been running so long every breath felt like she was breathing in fire, every muscle crying out to stop.

But she couldn't stop, she had to keep going, had to get away. Arrows whistled by her head and as she swung around a tree she was abruptly stopped. She stared at the man in front of her and then dropped her gaze downward to her hand clutching the ivory white arrow shaft lodged in her abdomen. Blood dribbled down her side and she fell back into a tree trunk.

Her grip on the arrow tightened as the light haired man approached. She pulled the barbed head out of the wound with a grunt and drove it down into the man's neck, forcing it down and down, far further than was needed to kill him.

With one hand pressed firmly against her wound she ran, not able to manage the speed she was once capable of but pressing on none the less. She was losing feeling in her leg below the wound and started to stumble, barely able to catch herself in time when her foot caught on a log sending her forward into the fallen leaves.

Someone was grabbing her by her hair, hauling her to her feet. A leather clad fist met her jaw and she fell again, glaring upwards while her other hand went to wipe the blood from her lip.

"You should be proud, you managed to go farther this time," the older man smiled down at her and pulled her up again, grinning wickedly when he removed one of his gloves to slip two fingers into the arrow wound. Von found she couldn't move and forced to stand there refused to give him the satisfaction of a scream.

"You know you will scream, when I'm done, you'll do whatever I tell you to do," his fingers went in deeper, swimming around in the warm blood that flowed freely down her leg.

Metal shackles went to her wrists and the forest faded away to a dark dank room, an angry fire burning hot in front of her and yet she could not feel it's warmth. It chilled her bones and made tendrils of frost race along her veins. The chains rattled as she trembled and she snarled when the man came near, gliding a well crafted blade across her skin.

"It amazes me," he began admiring the glow of the crimson blood on the silver blade, "even after all this time, your humanity is mostly intact, and yet you're not even close to being human, it's fascinating, quite a few of us are debating what you are, some say demon blood, I myself like to keep an open mind." The bloodied blade sank into her shoulder and she stiffened, jaw clenching and growling viciously from deep within her throat.

Von shifted uncomfortably on the bed without a sound. The country painting hanging on the wall, the loose hanging lights and the lamp on the nightstand started to rattle like a train was passing right next to their room. The rattling stopped when Von opened her eyes. She remained lying completely still, breathing in and out slowly, staring at the washed out brown wall while she gained her bearings.

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She was hungry. No dinner last night, no lunch, really she needed to eat. Groaning in her sleep she snuggled into the warmth of the bed. It was a miracle on its own that the beds were actually decent as well as the sheets, like really refined cotton. Opening her eyes she met Dean's slumbering face. How could someone like him be such an asshole and still look angelic in the land of nod?

Turning on her back, she released a quiet breath. For once Alex had finally gotten some shut eye, a smile appeared on the edge of her lips however one could only be in a happy mood and show it until something comes along the road and ruins it. Dean snuggled closer. Was he not aware of her there? Breath hitting her arm he was that near, she glanced at the clock on the nightstand and found out that it was six in the morning. Six. Yeah she got sleep, but she didn't get much of it. Alex knew better than to not be thankful though.

Sliding out and standing with a slow fluent and catlike sleekness, she headed into the bathroom, the motel still, dark, and void of anyone else awake. Alex made sure to grab a few clothing items while she was on the way and changed inside the tiled place, doing her normal daily plan of dress, brush, comb, done. Exiting, Alex dropped the bag by the bed and sat down, taking her boots and beginning to slide them on, letting out a startled small yip when an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her down, bringing her up close and personal with the hunter.

One look and she knew that he was still out of it, not awake and not aware of what he had just done. Her hands went to his arm and began to lift the dead weight, starting to slip out and back to her sitting position or better yet get up and get her shoes on somewhere else. Another pull brought her crashing back into him, and this time she knew he was awake, green eyes staring into her blue, arms locking around her and legs holding hers still.

"I wasn't going skip out on you guys I swear," she immediately spoke, it coming out as a whisper to not stir the red head and brunette in the other bed. "I was just going to get some breakfast for everyone and bring it back."

Food. Food is always a way to a mans heart, mention it and it's instant gratification. One of the keys to our heart as well...no matter the form.

She couldn't help the widening of her eyes and heat rising to her face when she felt that something else was up and running on full motors in the morning. Men and mornings. Never spoon or be flush up against their front, one thing that Alex had always learned. Using her hands, she pushed on his chest to get him to let her go.

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He could remember everything; every blood soaked detail was burned into his brain for all eternity. So when his mind managed to stamp out those images he didn't mind at all that they were replaced with Alex especially with what she was wearing, or rather what she wasn't. And Von was there too, cute, shy little Von with all her freckles that Dean would have loved to lick off of every inch of her.

The three of them were in a large bed, Alex on one side of him and Von on the other. Alex was on top of him first, straddling him, her lacy negligee not leaving much to the imagination. Dean wasn't going to complain. Alex's hands went down lowering the covers across his thighs while her lips met his. The kiss deepened and Dean's hands found their way to the lace thread keeping the cloth draped across her chest.

Von's lips met Dean's neck, traveling upwards to nip at his ear, moaning softly when Dean lowered one of his hands to her thigh, brushing against her white silk negligee and grazing his fingers inward to find she was more than ready for him. In the meantime Alex teased him while he undid her negligee, the black lacy fabric gliding down her back to be forgotten.

He liked it when they were on top. That way he could admire them, worship them for the Goddesses they were, be able to see every movement, savor every little moment. His fingers traced the swell of her breast, and he could tell that she was waiting for him. Who was he to deny her?

As he rose up, she came down and they joined in perfect unison, Von gasping in time when Dean found her sweet spot. Alex was working her in that slow little up and down circles that drove him crazy. So much so that he pulled away from Von and forced Alex onto her back, never breaking eye contact. He was still deep inside her with her legs lifting to wrap around him. Dean smiled into the kiss and pulled back, breaking her hold on him before thrusting in and lowering himself to fill her to the brim and back. She gasped and arched her back, a throaty moan escaping out of the perfect pouty 'o' of her mouth.

Von watched and when she couldn't take anymore she whimpered. Dean lifted his head but didn't break away from Alex, with another thrust he looked back at Von. "Wait your turn," Dean growled huskily.

Consciousness slowly started to creep in on Dean's mind. Though when he felt the familiar body heat of another in the bed he wanted nothing more than to be close to it, knowing immediately that it was female. It moved away but he wasn't going to have that so he reached out for it pulling it to him. When it tried to leave again his half veiled eyes fully opened to see Alex. Alex that was dressed and looking about ready to leave. He changed his tactics, pinning her to the bed, nose to nose, staring into her eyes and silently demanding 'where do you think you're going?'

Food sounded good and he started to release her as she pushed away, stopping when the room tremored slightly like a train was rumbling by. He fully released her and sat up in bed looking around but as soon as the disturbance had started it stopped again. Dean's attention went to Sam and Von, the pair still sleeping away. Then he noticed the time. Groaning he threw the covers aside and stalked towards the bathroom with a mission, pivoting back to lock eyes with Alex.

"You, breakfast," he ordered quietly, the sentence about the only intelligible thing he could muster. He had other concerns at the moment, like releasing the hostages.

"Yes Dean. Me, breakfast. Pancakes, waffles, syrup, eggs, bacon, sausage...you make it sound as if you have never been to the land of gravy and biscuits. Land of milk and honey. If you want to come with, then do so," Alex said, sitting up and putting on her black combat boots, a brief glance sent to the couple in the other bed.

Couple...though it could be denied, she hoped that they got together, there was something there that she could see and maybe even Dean could. Besides it was obvious they had some sort of fling for one another when they were younger, why couldn't they act it out now? Yet they acted as if they were shy five year old children on the playground being dared to give a first kiss.

Standing up, she moved to her weapon duffel and pulled out her Bowie, sliding it into the ankle of her boot...she could've tried wearing longer pants but sometimes it got in the way of the draw of her blade...it was a good way to lose so many pairs of good jeans. Her shorts were working for her today. A long sleeved gray shirt hugged her curve as well as slugged it, a perfect balance of sexy and yet comfortable. Her hair wouldn't cooperate with her for a ponytail and she gave up, letting it hang off her shoulders and down her back, the curled mess it was.

Her Micro-Uzi was her favorite weapon of all time but she didn't feel the need to take it out anywhere today so she settled for the Browning High Power in her back waist band. Alex took her last item of choosing, her wad of cash and a couple fake ID's that might be needed in case something would happen, setting those into the back pocket of the shorts.

Dean was nearly bursting at the seams but when he was done, he felt better than a new man. It was always good to give the pipes a good cleaning. He went to the sink and splashed cool water on his face, leaning on the basin to give him a good once over. Blood. Anger. Pain. Screaming. Red. Black. Control. Fear.

Dean pushed away, scrubbing a hand down his face. He emerged from the washroom and got dressed, not really needing to see what he was doing. He had dressed himself plenty of times in the dark. He laced up his boots and threw on his coat, checking that he had his keys and .45 tucked away in the back waistband of his jeans. He wasn't really up for getting breakfast with Alex but he figured he might as well help and make sure she got the right food. Sam was so damn picky sometimes. Scratch that. All the time.

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Blood. Sam had been dreaming about it. The metallic taste, bitter, thick and sweet as it ran over his tongue and down his throat while he sucked it from the surface. Opening his eyes from his sleep he was perspiring just slightly, not enough though where someone could tell from a distance but if one were standing a bit close or laying close by they would see. Turning his position on the bed, he met Von's green eyes and stared at her. What had she dreamed? If she knew what he had seen in his head, or knew of the things he had done...Hell...Alex, Bobby, Dean or even his dead father and mother...they wouldn't be too happy. They'd be disgusted, but he had a valid excuse.

One of these days he was going to come out and say it. Just had to pick one and stick with the date. Sam heard the voices, an attempt at whispering but still just barely border lining on inside voice or a bit over inside voice. He knew instantly it was Alex and Dean. "What time is it?" he mouthed to Von silently, trying to pretend to the others they were still asleep.

Truth was, he could tell they were going out someplace, and from the sounds of food it was breakfast talk. He wanted to wait for them to leave before making it known they were awake and knowledgeable of their morning conversation.

Von listened to them leaving, the door clicking closed and the fading sound of feet as they walked down the hall. Von's hand traveled up the blanket to rest between them while her eyes flicked to her watch.

"Six fifteen," she knew no one else was around but her voice still came out soft and sleepy. She was glad that she managed to get a few hours under her belt. Happier still that she hadn't thrown anything around with her mind, though from her current vantage point she could see that several things had been moved.

What would they think if they knew?

Von sniffed, the sting of warm copper tingling her sinuses. It was expected, it always happened since she started being able to move things when she turned twenty two. If she had a quarter for every time she woke up with a pillow case stained red she'd be one rich freak of nature.

She sat up slowly, her hand drifting under her nose to stop the blood. A tiny rivulet trickled over her fingers and she moved off the bed and to the bathroom, running the taps and grabbing some toilet paper letting the nose bleed run it's course. Sorcha watched from her place on the floor. She was worried for Von but there wasn't much she could do but ride it out along with her guardian.

Von sighed, watching the blood drip against the white stained porcelain of the sink. The nose bleeds were coming less and less like she was adapting to her new level of specialness, it didn't stop her from being completely annoyed by it though.

Not bothering at getting up from the bed, he stayed there are watched as she an to the bathroom. He hated nose bleeds and though he didn't get them often...usually when he extracted too much power from his system...he understood why Von rushed to the sink to rid herself of it. Brushing his mind away from it as well as the just the thought of blood in general he huffed.

Now that the two twins were gone what to do? Sitting up, vaguely aware of the fact he was still in his clothes from the day before he moved to his laptop bag and pulled out the thing, booting it up and running a hand through his hair, down his face and around to his neck. He hoped Dean got something for him that he liked and good coffee...it was too early, earlier than he usually would get up.

Von successfully stopped the nose bleed and washed the remaining blood from the sink before entering back into the main room heading straight for her duffle to retrieve a pill bottle of iron supplements. She was behind in her dosage and popped two pills in her mouth and chewed then swallowed. She then busied herself with pulling out her own laptop and booting it up. One hand was on the mouse pad and the other was nestled between Sorcha's thick pointy ears, massaging the dog's scalp.

The women last night resembled Succubi. They had the strength and the characteristic fangs. Plus the fact one of them was trying to fuck and feed at the same time. Normally they would feed off the person's energy, or harvest semen, visiting them every night leaving them exhausted from excessive intercourse to the point where they would eventually die. The toughest and meanest kind went for the red stuff.

One of them had some kind of mark or brand on her chest. It could be important, it could not. Von hadn't noticed it on the other one, not that she had had a chance with it ambushing her. Von's eyes drifted over to Sam, it hadn't been her imagination that he had been sweating. The room wasn't overly warm and it was late September outside which meant relatively cool whether except for the occasional warm day. She hoped he wasn't catching anything. He looked fine.

Better than fine.

Von cleared her throat gently and typed away on a couple of keys. "How'd you sleep?" she decided to start with a little small talk, she wasn't one for talking but they hadn't seen each other in so long that she thought it might be nice if they chatted a little until the others got back, then they could get to the meat of the issue.

"Eh, fine. Just the normal occasional bogey from the job getting to you over the years," he lied.

He did although sleep okay, but he had that craving for blood that coffee and breakfast delights would not sedate in his system. Standing up, he give a small smile and headed into the bathroom, closing the door, locking it and pulling out the silver flask to pour the contents of crimson into the palm of his hand. Succulent, Ruby, a feeding, blood, power, rush, high, there was so much he felt from the simple lap at the tiny puddle nestling there, staining his skin only to quickly be ingested like sour apple squeeze pop candy.

Sam's eyes lingered on his empty hand and he knew he wanted more, so much more but he had to save the rest for later. Portion his donations until he needed to see the local donor once more under the table. Replacing the flask where it was, he went to the sink, avoiding the mirror as he washed his hands thoroughly. Scrubbing away the moment committed.