Chapter 20

"Hot Blooded"

Dean woke up groggy and uncomfortable. What time was it? He checked the clock by the bed, it read 1:00. Was that A.M. or P.M.? Gathering from the light seeping into the room it had to be P.M. Shit! He'd slept the whole day away.

He rolled over onto his side. There he saw her; the girl he vaguely remembered bringing home with him. He remembered leaving the motel in Syracuse and driving over to a bed and breakfast in Liverpool. It had been very early in the morning so there weren't too many people around but he had somehow stumbled upon an easy lay on the way to the place.

She opened her eyes and looked over at him, smiling, "Hey hot stuff!"

It was then that Dean got a good look at her. 'She's fugly!' He almost did a double take; her face looked like a foot…only hairier. What the hell had he been thinking? Clearly he had been drinking….a lot!

"What the hell happened last night anyway?" He asked, terrified of the answer.

"Oh come on, silly. You certainly can't forget the best sex in the entire world!"

Oh yeah…right. Maybe it was the best sex she had ever had…hell maybe it was the ONLY sex she had ever had.

"I've gotta get going, so you're gonna have to leave."

She frowned, "But Deanie…you said I could stay as long as I wanted."

He groaned on the inside. Why the fuck would he say something retarded like that? Didn't his drunk self have any shame? "Well, I'm sorry, but I have to go out and I think it only right for you to leave while I'm gone."

"You're breaking my heart, Dean Winchester!"

Winchester? Really? He never gave out his last name….what the hell was he thinking? Clearly his judgment was way off. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just have some important business to take care of and I was a bit trashed last night so I don't remember telling you that you could stay as long as you wanted to."

She sighed and dramatically slid from between the sheets. He made the mistake of watching her get up to find out that she was stark naked! Ugh! He rolled over, praying to God that she would just put on her clothes and get the hell out of there. He didn't want to be rude to her, but he really wasn't in the mood for this.

Luckily for him the phone rang, keeping him focused on anything other than her unclothed body. "Hey Bobby, what's up?"

"I have a hunt for you."

Dean shot up in bed, a smile creeping onto his face, "Okay, that's more like it. What's up?"

"Oswego, New York. There have been copious amounts of demonic omens in the area, multiple unexplained deaths and a possible connection to one of the horsemen."

"Goody gumdrops."

"You're gonna want to stop at the Lakeview Apartment complex and head to apartment 12B. The granddaughter of a hunter I used to know lives there. She should be able to help you out at least a little bit."

"Okay thanks, Bobby."

"You're welcome. And be careful!" Dean smiled to himself. Bobby was almost like a father to him and sometimes he found the whole thing rather irritating, but other times it was kind of nice to have someone look after him for a change.

Meanwhile, Sam and Stephanie were headed to Oswego, behind the wheel of a pickup truck that Sam had purchased on the side of the road.

"Are you sure the breaks work in this piece of crap?" She asked him, a huge frown on her face.

"I checked them out before we got in, will you please relax?" He sighed; she was giving him a headache.

The vehicle was a '78 Chevy Pickup. Sam had been very impressed by the care the original owner had taken of it. The engine was totally rebuilt, there were new lines and a new transmission, a new exhaust system, new gas tank, the frame was in perfect condition and even all the chrome was shining and gleaming. The truck sat on four brand new chrome wheels, and even the tread on the tires was good. In fact, the only thing that needed to be done on the truck was minor body work on some rust above the wheel wells and new paint-job. To Stephanie this was the worst truck she had ever seen in her life and she couldn't possibly fathom why Sam would be buying it, but to Sam; a guy who had grown up with a brother like Dean, the truck was a piece of artwork in the making.

"I'm sorry Sam; I didn't realize that mechanic was another one of your fake careers. Do you have an i.d. card for that too?"

He glared at her and rolled his eyes. He liked the girl; she was cool and sexy, and he wanted to bang her, but he had to admit that she could be annoying when she wanted to be. "I happen to like this truck; I think I might just keep it. Would you please take a friggin' chill pill?"

"Oh, you take a chill pill. Geez, jump down my throat for being cautious."

"Would you be acting crazy like this if Dean was here?"

She folded her arms, "Dean knows a lot about cars; a lot more than you, asshole."

He growled, "Just shut up, okay?" Don't make me smack you in the face!"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, you fucking heard me." He sighed, irritated.

"Pull the car over!"

"No, we're on a hunt."

She folded her arms and glared at him defiantly, "Pull the damn car over or I'm leaving."

He contemplated his options for a second and then pulled the car over to the shoulder of the road, glaring at her. "Okay, I pulled over."'

She shook her head, "You're a fucking nut job. One second you're all sweet and wonderful and then the next second you're biting my head off. I can't say five words to you without you going all apeshit on me like a chick with P.M.S."

He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and first finger, "What exactly is your point?"

She rolled her eyes, "Have you been drinking more blood than usual lately?"

He sighed, "Maybe a little bit more, I don't know exactly. It's not like I measure it out."

She reached over and put her hand on his arm, stunned by the heat that seemed to radiate from his body. "My God, you're like as hot as Jacob from Twilight. But, you're definitely more like Edward because of the whole blood drinking thing…" She started to ramble, not entirely sure what the hell she was even talking about.

Sam cleared his throat, "What the fuck are you getting at anyway?"

"You need to stop the blood drinking, Sam. It's insane. The whole thing is ridiculous and it can't be what you truly want for yourself."

He growled, "You don't understand anything. I have to keep drinking this to stay in control. I need this blood. You will never get it."

She sighed, "No, I won't ever get it. You're just making excuses for yourself; trying to justify it, but no matter how you slice and dice it, it's still wrong."

"I'm not justifying this; I know it's wrong, but it's really the only game in town at this point."

"What exactly does that mean?"

He sat there for a few minutes, not speaking, and then he decided to try a new tactic…the truth. "I need the blood to keep Lucifer at bay."

Her jaw dropped, "Oh, please don't tell me he's in you."

He frowned, "I wish I could tell you that."

She closed her eyes, "You're freaking me the hell out!"

He ran his hand over his face, "It freaks me out too, okay? It was a weak moment and I wish I hadn't done it, but I did."

"What in the world could he possibly have done to convince you to go along with this?"

He sighed, "He promised me that if I just let him do this that he would bring my parents back and take Dean and I back to a time before all of this shit happened and we could have a normal life. That's all either of us has ever wanted."

"Sam," She whispered, "If he took you back before any of this happened then what he's planning to do inside of you now would be for nothing; it wouldn't stick. He wouldn't do that to himself. Not even to mention that this was how it was meant to be and nobody can change destiny."

"I'm a moron, I get it. I did it and I'm sorry I did it, but there isn't any way to get his ass out of me so until I can come up with another option I have to try and overpower him so that I can keep control of myself. So, excuse me for being a slight bit on edge."

Stephanie had no response so she just sat there, staring forward. She couldn't believe how easily swayed by evil the dude was. With her obvious disinterest in continuing the conversation, Sam pulled the car back on the road and continued on their way to their hunt in Oswego.

She rested her head on her hands, her elbow propped up on the window. 'I wish Dean was here.'

On the way there, Bobby called Sam back and gave him the same instructions he had given to Dean, setting them up to meet on the hunt. Of course neither of them knew their brother would be there, but they would figure it out when they got there.

Dean pulled the impala up in front of the Lakeview apartment complex and gave the place a once over. It was a nice place; not too big, not too small. He couldn't tell how many apartments there were but he could tell that the building itself was two stories high and there were a good 20 cars in the parking lot.

He got out of the car and shut the door behind him. Walking up to the building, he frowned, unsure of how he was planning to introduce himself to this girl that Bobby had told him about.

He walked into a common area, with washing machines and driers, along with a couple public restrooms and headed towards the apartments. He wanted the B's so he had to take a right out of the common room and head down that hallway until he found #12.

He knocked on the door and a man answered it. The man was young; even younger than he was, but he looked to be in charge of the place.

"How can I help you?" The dark haired young man asked.

Dean swallowed and plastered on one of his winning smiles. "My name is Dean and I'm here to speak with a young woman who knows a friend of mine…Bobby Singer."

The young man looked confused, his brow furrowed, "The only woman that lives here is my wife. I have never heard of this Bobby Singer and I've known her for over 11 years."

He frowned, how in the hell was he supposed to do this? "Can I please speak with her?"

The young man folded his arms, "What is it regarding?"

Dean opened his mouth to speak, but the woman had poked her head into the room. "Dean Winchester?"

Dean's eyebrows rose; she knew his last name? Twice today somebody had thrown him off with the knowledge of his surname.

She walked over to him and threw her arms around his neck in a very tight squeeze, "If you're standing in my doorway then it's all true!"

Dean wanted to respond, but he couldn't find his words in that moment. He just pulled back and looked at the girl, who seemed intent on memorizing his features.

Suddenly he was off the hook about having to say anything because the doorbell rang and once again the young man opened the door, with a wary look on his face.

"Hello. My name is Sam…"

The girl's face reflected shock once again, "Sam Winchester!" She ran over to him and led him into the door. "I can't believe that you're both here in my apartment."

Sam and Dean turned to look at each other, uncomfortably.

Once Sam moved into the room it became obvious that there was someone behind them. The young man did a double take once he saw her, "Stephanie?"

The pretty young girl's attention was instantly diverted to the girl standing in the doorway. "Stephanie!" She ran to her and engulfed her in her arms, tears sliding down her face.

"Uh, hi." Stephanie said awkwardly.

"I didn't know if we'd ever find you again." She pulled back enough to look at Stephanie's face, while she wiped tears from her eyes. "What in the hell happened to you?"

"I don't know exactly. I don't remember anything."

The girl turned to the brothers, "What happened to her?"

"We don't know what happened to her before we found her, but she attacked us…she was possessed." Sam told her, taking the initiative. "We exorcised it and then she had no recollection of who she was. We've had her with us ever since."

Dean still couldn't find his voice, so he just stood there awkwardly.

The girl grabbed onto her friend, tightly, "Well, we found you now and we're never going to let you out of our sight. It's all going to be alright now."

Stephanie looked at Sam and Dean with a panicked look on her face. What did this all mean for her future with the brothers?