Sam watched apprehensively as Mari walked through the hospital room door dressed in a hot little black number, wearing open toed 'fuck me' high heels and sporting a ruby the size of a golf ball at her throat. The overall effect reminded him of a black widow spider. She gave a cursory glance at Dean and seemed annoyed that his monitor still kept up the persistent beeping.
"You should put him out of his misery, Sam. Pull the plug as it were," she said stopping between the beds and turning her back to Dean.
"Jesus, Mari, that's harsh. He's my brother," Sam reminded her.
"Never mind him. I came to see you," she said intent in driving all thoughts of family from Sam's mind. She sat on the bed, her fingers lightly touching his hair as she tucked a long strand of it behind his ear.
Sam shivered and sucked in his breath, his dick starting to swell as he watched the tip of her tongue lick her upper lip. Unable to resist her he lunged for her threading his hands through her hair and pulled her to him kissing her brutally, his teeth cutting his lip. He then forced her mouth open and slid his tongue inside.
That's a good boy she thought smugly and broke away. Pushing him back against the pillow she lifted his shirt, her mouth following a trail down his chest to his navel. As she swirled her tongue her hands made quick work of his belt and pants pulling them down around his thighs. She continued to kiss and lick her way down to his raging hard on.
When she took him in her mouth Sam moaned aloud and closed his eyes. When he opened them again Dean stood at the foot of the bed, shotgun in his hand.
Completely bewitched by her Sam called out, "No, Dean! It's okay. She's not gonna hurt me."
"Shut up, Sammy," Dean said weakly but evenly to his brother. He then turned his attention to Mari, "Step away from the geek, Mari."
His voice, as well as his will, was like steel...or so he thought as he heard her sigh and watched her stand up and wipe her mouth daintily.
"Do you get off on watching. Dean?" she asked him annoyance edging her voice. She knew he was neither dead nor in Sam's dream but somewhere in between. It didn't matter because she would send him the rest of the way to hell soon enough.
Being close to her again was like a kick to the chest. Dean knew he should just pull the trigger, kill her but, despite what he knew about her, he still wanted her, was still obsessed with her and he lowered the gun.
He just couldn't help himself and begged, "Mari please, I need you."
Mari looked at him with disgust and said, her words cutting like a knife, "But I don't need you."
Sam got out of the bed and pulling his pants back up warned his brother, "Leave us alone, Dean," before yanking Mari protectively into his embrace.
"I'm with Sam now, Dean. He's not your baby brother anymore. He's a grown man," she said and turned to face Sam. "Handsome, well educated, intelligent. A man any woman would be proud to love without reservation or regret," she said running a finger down his flushed cheek.
How could she hurt him so much just by stating the obvious about his brother Dean wondered as his heart started to hammer in his chest. Sam was all she said and more, everything he was not nor would ever be and, as if he didn't know the truth of the matter, surprisingly, Sam verbally attacked him.
"It's true", Sam declared, "I had to fight for every day of schooling I got and would settle for nothing less than A's so I could make something of myself. So I wouldn't be a disappointment to Dad."
Dean stared at Sam as if he'd grown a second head. His baby brother had never disappointed their father and every time John Winchester told him how proud he was of Sam it had cut Dean like a knife.
"You mean like me?" Dean asked, "He didn't expect anything from you so how could you disappoint him? He expected everything from me. To be both mother and father to you, to keep you safe and I failed him over and over again. Do you know what it's like to endure that look of disappointment time and time again?"
"Sure I do! I always felt like I didn't matter to him. That I wasn't good enough to be taken into his confidence or to work with him like you. I had to fight for every minute of Dad's time and every ounce of affection until I couldn't fight anymore. Affection he gave you willingly."
"Put down the crack pipe, Sammy. A general doesn't have affection for his troops. He saves it for his family, you, not his 'little soldier'."
Like father like sons Mari thought. All three of them had amazingly strong life forces that were greatly enhanced by their passionate natures and even their petty bickering kept them fully charged. They were so macho, so intense and so frigging clueless Mari thought as she watched the exchange with amusement.
But the time had come to take care of business and she broke up the quality family time when she told Dean, "None of this matters, Dean."
Frustration and anger burned deeply as Dean tried to deal with the fact that Mari had clearly chosen Sam over him and that Sam would go along willingly. He was out of options so he would try a final desperate end run around his brother.
"You want sloppy seconds, Sammy? Go ahead," he asked, "How about sloppy thirds?"
"What's he mean, Mari?" Sam asked holding Mari tighter.
Before she could lie to him Dean blurted out, "I mean Dad! She banged Dad!"
Sam was stunned into silence and gawked first at Dean then at Mari. She just smiled, guilty as charged.
Goddamn it! Why had he said it? Why had he wanted to hurt Sam so badly? Like a bad case of verbal diarrhea it had just spewed out and he no idea that Sam would take the information and run amok with it.
Fear now gripped Sam's guts with icy claws and he wanted to know...everything.
"When? When did you sleep with him?" he shouted and grabbed Mari's shoulders, panic in his voice.
"Sammy, Sammy. So clever," she cooed, "You're wondering if I used your father for more than just my pleasure. Why your mother died the way she did. Why you're so different."
Dean watched Sam's face blanch and knew what he was thinking and he growled at her, "Shut up, Mari. Shut the fuck up."
Ignoring him she just laughed as Sam's world spun out of control.
If he was asleep he needed to wake up from the nightmare but Sam found he couldn't force himself back into the waking world the way he could when the cold, dark night was preferable to his nightmares. If he were already awake then he was just plain screwed. As it was his limbs turned to jelly, his breathing became labored and instead of pushing her away he clung to her for support.
Dean's voice sounded very far away.
"Think about it, Sammy," he pleaded,"If you were one of them you couldn't have held your breath until I caved in to all your dumb-ass demands. You wouldn't have had any breath to hold!"
Mari was wallowing in Sam's fear and panic and athough she was loath to pull away from him she had unfinished business.
"Dean's right, Sam. I find no need to procreate," she said extricating herself from his grasp, "There are enough of my kind in the world…along with others who are far worse. It's you who are on the endangered species list, not us. Your father told me everything about his boys, about his sweet little wife," she said turning to look Dean in the eye as she moved in for the kill.
"You're a lying bitch. He wouldn't have had anything to do with an abomination like you."
Gripping the emotional knife she'd stuck in Dean Winchester's gut Mari twisted it with her words.
"Do you want to hear all about it, Dean?" she asked, "How he took me in his arms, made love to me? How I ran my tongue across that Marie Corps tattoo of his? Semper Fidelis...always faithful...until someone else comes along."
Mari could feel Dean's heart thundering in his chest; see him start to gasp for breath and start to falter. He needed just one more hit and she strode the few steps to come within inches of him to deliver the knock out punch.
"I fucked John Winchester! I fucked him eight ways to Sunday, Deanie, and he loved it!"
Dean's face was pale, his skin clammy as she ran a finger down his face seductively.
"He was bigger than you, could really drive it home," she said aloud then moved even closer, her lips to his ear and finished with a whisper, "But he didn't have your lips."
Dean had heard enough but before he could recoil in revulsion, she placed her lips gently on his and his world went blessedly black.