"Let's head out then," Sam said, pulling out his gun and checking the clip, making sure it was good before popping it back in and undoing the safety.
You two are going to leave me here all alone? What if one of the things come? Alex thought.
Screw it. She was staying there, tied to a bed and though she felt a little bit clearer in the head thanks to whatever Von did; her eyes began to flutter shut. All this fighting was making her tired.
Sam waited for Von and Dean to meet by his side, Dean taking back, Von stuck in the middle and Sam in the lead. Frankly he wanted Dean at his back even though technically Von was at his back directly but Dean would be able to catch something that happened better than Sam could. The trio checked on Alex whom had fallen asleep before exiting the motel, stealthily going down the hallway and outside, street empty and main desk empty. It was a little too eerie for a small town like this one.
Checking the two buildings going past and standing in front of the bar. This was it. Hopefully Von's spell did something and helped them find this thing. Entering the vicinity, empty and bleak, a moan muffled came to his ears coming from the back. A hand gesture to his brother to finally take point, he backed up by Von. "Try not to kill anyone. We don't know who is fully changed and who isn't," he whispered to her.
Von released a tight lipped sigh and nodded, taking a step forward into the main bar area.
Try not to kill anyone, try telling that to the homicidal bitches crawling around this place.
Static crackled from the old juke box in the corner a low drum roll filling the silent spaces of the room. 'All my friends know the low rider, the low rider is a little higher...'
Von caught movement in her peripheral and froze, Sam nudging into her from behind. He had been looking the other way and hadn't noticed that Von had stopped. She brought two fingers to her eyes and pointed them out to where she saw something. Her ears caught the muffled moans and exertions coming from the back. And with her heightened senses could smell the heavy musk of sex in the air. She crinkled up her nose, valiantly ignoring the pressure tingling in between her legs and the way her heart fluttered.
You're fine. You took the meds...
Only problem was she didn't know how long the dosage would last given the special circumstances. She wanted sex and blood. Maybe the blood more, especially after tasting it on Sam. She licked her lips as panic welled inside of her for a split second when she thought she was going to lose control. Her fangs itched to sink into flesh, to have blood gushing into her mouth. Von suppressed the animal moan that wanted to escape and rolled her shoulders, the muscles coiling like a giant cat getting ready to fight.
Dean had taken point, his boots treading softly on the old wooden floor, firearm raised and ready for anything that showed so much as a pointy toothed smile. He had to be careful though, he didn't want to go around blasting the heads off of innocent women. Problem was they wouldn't be able to tell who was what until they ventilated the Incubus. Dean checked behind him, nerves spasming when the static crackled to is left. He saw Von signal that she had seen something and he moved in next to them, but far enough away to be able to tell if something was coming at them.
He nodded at Von when he nudged his head to the shaded bar counter and she nodded in reply. He looked up at Sam and steadily moved towards it. The noise from the back room would have to wait until they dealt with what was out in the room with them.
Sam followed his brother, his attention completely on the bar counter, gun aimed and ready. Main focus. What was behind there? They had to find out before they could investigate the rest of the place, but if any shots were made then they wouldn't have to worry. The others would surely come to them. That was a factor that didn't sit well with Sam.
Von followed closely, using all her will to focus on the bar counter and the thing behind it as opposed to the two very fine denim clad asses in front of her. Her grip on her knife tightened, dragging her eyes over the counter and beyond, to the rows of alcohol barely visible in the gloom of the bar.
Just breathe. Breathe. You don't need it. Von repeated until it became her mantra.
Unfortunately the disease burning in her was like having to pee, you could hold it in as long as you could but sooner or later you would have to go. Something warm dripped onto Von's cheek from above. She looked up, not having to see it to know what it was. The smell alone made her want to growl with need, her pulse quickening, fighting with the serum running in her veins. Another drop landed on her and the pearly white smile of fangs glistened in the dim light.
Dean carefully leaned over the counter, scanning up and down the row. His attention was drawn from it to Von when her building energy prickled at his skin through his jacket. Blood was dripping on her face as she looked up and he looked up as well. A pair of strong arms grabbed him from behind, yanking him over the counter. His legs slammed up against the counter's hard wooden lip as he went over as he landed hard on his side, crashing into a row of half full bottles of liquor.
At that same moment the other assailants hanging from the ceiling dropped on Von, bringing her to the floor where they started to roll and tussle like two seriously pissed off alley cats.
What to do? What to do? Help Von? Help Dean? Sam thought frantically.
He looked at both parties. Right about now he hated to say that Von had the brunt of the load and he raised his gun, attempting at finding a target in a better position to where he wouldn't accidentally shoot Von. That would not have helped the situation better.
"Hey!" he shouted, a few of the women snapped their attention to him and he suddenly wondered if that was the best or worst decision ever made from the looks he received.
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"Dean Winchester," the male grinned, grabbing the front of Dean's shirt, lifting his upper body up and slamming it back down, coming up behind and wrapping his arm around his throat in a lock. "I've heard a lot about you mister. Word gets through the grapevine, in more ways than just demons."
The suggestiveness in his eyes and grin showed heavily, pressing himself to Dean's backside as he whispered in the hunter's ear. "I'm a willing participant even if you don't swing my way...there are other alternatives to get to that marvelous release with me Dean. By the way, how's Alex handling? I can feel her inside me, squirming. God, it's tasty. Remember her taste? Her moans? Can you do that to everyone you fuck?"
A flick of the tongue on the precious piece of skin and he pulled his head back, his shoulder length blond hair in waves flipping out of his face. "Boy, we are going to have fun with you and the lovely morsels you have brought to this town for the banquet. Virgins are just so scrumptious," he spoke, standing up with Dean in his grip, removing the gun with the other hand and setting it on the counter top a little ways away.
Looking out into the open room, forcing Dean to watch, the grin grew wider, and his free hand smoothing down Dean's chest and nestling on the belt buckle to cup just the metal. Such a tease he was.
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Punches were thrown, both taken and blocked. Von drove her knee up into the bitch's stomach and she in turn grabbed a fistful of Von's hair and pulled. Von snarled spittle and all and almost scalped the woman with how hard she returned the favor. They knocked over chairs and even one table came crashing down on them. The damage they were causing went unnoticed as they continued their attempts at mauling each other.
Von's blood boiled, the faster her heart went the faster the serum was being purged from her system. She couldn't hold out anymore, the need was too great. She grabbed the Succubus face and yanked her head to the side. Fangs bared she sunk them down into the woman's neck. She squirmed and Von held her, pulling her down so she could pin herself on top of her while she could drink. The Succubus made a terrifying scream and thrashed while Von nearly chewed her throat out, gorging on the blood and hungering for more.
Done with the body still twitching like a crushed insect on the floor Von stood and licked the blood off her lips like a cat that had finished its meal. The rest went unchecked down her chin, dribbling on her chest and shirt. Her focus went to Sam who was closest and she knowingly kept her distance. A low warning growl sounded from deep within her chest and she licked at her fangs seductively.
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Dean struggled any way he could to break free with the short air supply the Incubus allotted him. His skin crawled and his blood curdled when the bastard started getting a little too familiar with him. Punches and kicks had little affect, it was more like nudging a sumo wrestler. Some movement but nothing to gloat about. Dean wasn't homophobic. If you were gay that was all well and good. But this went so beyond that, that Dean thought he was going to lose what little food he had in his stomach.
His heart sank when he saw Von lose her fight with the sickness and he kicked and struggled against the Incubus's hold. "No! Von!" he yelled and strained forward in vain, sneering when he heard the throaty laughter of the Incubus against his skin.
The women who had Sam in their sights had backed down. He as well as they had seen what Von had done and they knew that if they stood in her way they'd be next. Sam frankly wished they were next but at the same time not. She had given into her hunger...then again who was he to judge? Backing away by a few steps, seeing her lick her teeth after her tasty treat he knew that from him she didn't want blood...not yet at least.
"Von, stop. This isn't you, you got them to back off, remember why we are here," he said in a calm soothing voice.
Von's head tilted to the side like a confused puppy. Which looked cute, in a seriously morbid kind of way. She stopped pacing. She was aware of the others leaving and snarled at a few who passed too close to Sam, making them hurry in their steps. Fuck was an extremely versatile word. And right now Von was going to use the word to describe exactly what she was going to do to Sam. Fuck his fucking brains out. Heat flushed her body mingling with lust shining brightly in her green eyes.
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"Oh you get riled up so easily," he chuckled, hand sliding lower and pressing the palm of it into Dean's groin, circles being placed on the sensitive meat underneath the denim. "What would happen if I said that right now, in the motel room you left poor defenseless Alex in, that she's screaming right now? That potion isn't working, those spells coming from a weak Von because of the state she is in...Bloody throat. Body straining against those chains. Don't worry, I'll send her someone to feed her after Von here has started. We'll head on over and I'll let you watch, or we can head off into the back where the big boys play."
The Incubus eyed one of the females off to the side and signaled her over with a promising glance, her hips swaying back and forth before stopping before him. Her hands touching his shoulder and gliding down that arm, the other mirroring on Dean. "Take a few of the others and head over to the motel two buildings over, room 5. Have your fun with the brunette there and by all means feel free to unchain her," he ordered.
She gave a toothy grin at him and Dean, walking away and snapping her fingers, the rest of the women trailing after her and out of the building. "Then again, ahead of schedule is always good with you hunters. You always find ways to wriggle out of things..." he paused, mouth hovering on Dean's neck, hand on his groin continuing their ministrations. "You like to wriggle a lot don't you?"
Dean's panic was hitting Richter scale proportions. What he hated even more was that his stupid mindless dick was actually reacting to the Incubus's touch. He raised his legs, trying to throw his weight forward and off the counter. "Get your fucking hands off me, you sick prick!" he yelled trying to quell the tremor of fear in his voice.
Why couldn't something be trying to eat him or claw his eyes out instead of this? Von was heading towards Sam and he had to sit there and watch while being groped by the blond demonic pervert. "I'm going to tear your heart out with my bare hands," he promised, sending a fiery glare at the Incubus, and he meant it too, could feel his fingers digging into the lacquered wood, itching to tear into soft warm flesh and tinker deep into someone's insides.
He bucked and writhed, grunting while a violent stream of curse words that would have a sailor fainting let alone blushing spilled from his mouth.
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"Sam," she said softly, the very word precious even though it came from such tainted lips. Von wiped the blood away with her sleeve and stepped forward. "I can't," she pleaded, looking deep into his blue-green eyes. "I need it, so bad," the last came out as a half moan, half growl and she stepped closer to Sam with every intention of taking him and tearing off all his clothes with her unnatural strength.
His eyes softened, saddened. Was this how all the women had sounded? How they all pleaded? Sam didn't want to let Von do it, because once she did that would mean that she could turn, of course that would mean after she was done she'd feed on him, literally feed a different hunger. But the look in her eyes, the tone of her voice. It was enough to make him falter, his gun lower slightly and with that mistake, she was on him.
"Von, no. Stop. You can't," Sam moaned when Von's mouth traveled down his neck and to where his torn shirt rested, going over the cuts and lapping at them like a dog while her hands were working his belt. "Hurry the fuck up Dean!" he managed to shout.
Von nipped at the barely healed scratch marks, causing one of them to reopen and Sam's blood seeped into her mouth. It tasted...interesting. And she wanted more. More of all of him. With Sam's jeans open she tucked her hand beneath the denim over the underwear, slowly stroking. Von started to feel funny. A different kind of funny from before. She sucked at Sam's wound and more blood washed over her tongue.
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"That'd be a lovely trick, and you know what, I think because I am so curious like a cat, that I'll see if you can actually do it," the Incubus released Dean, stepping back, with his hands splayed to the sides, on finger pointing to the clock. "Tick tock though, who knows how long Alex has before she hits that sweet bursting bubble. One more virgin added to the list. Weren't you going to be the designated one to take it from her? Hm...Well Von doesn't have enough time left either, same as Sam. All the more reason to play the game."
Dean smirked while Sam yelled. "That's what I love about people like you," there was a dangerous glow to his hazel-green eyes as he towered over the Incubus, "you're so arrogant it makes you stupid." He pulled his knife out from behind him and without a single blink plunged it down into the Incubus's chest. "Sorry, I lied," he twisted and a grim satisfied smile snarled at his lips when warm blood gushed over his hands.
"It's better than working for Lilith anyways," the Incubus choked out, blood coming out of his accepting smile, coming to his knees and falling dead to the floor. This had been his out and he had gone out killed by someone with the face of an angel but the heart of a warrior.
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Sam gasped at the feel of her hand on him through the cotton fabric, but the movements stopped and so did her sucking on him, taking his blood through the opened wounds like a leech. She had stopped. Was it done? Was it over? Meeting her eyes he saw the horror placed there, her crawling off of him and standing, wiping away the crimson trickling off the side of her mouth.
"Von..." he began, getting cut off by Dean coming over and helping him to his feet.
Dirt. Von was lower than it right now. How could she have let this happen? She was stronger then this, and now everyone knew how weak she was. She thought she was better, a better hunter, a better person. She was wrong.
Her body trembled and if she had a gun she would have eaten it along with all the blood she had recently consumed. What sickened her the most was that it had been somewhat satisfying, had fed a darker part of her soul that she never allowed to see the light of day. How could she live with herself after what she did to Sam?
Unshed tears of disgust and horror burned in her eyes. Her skin was crawling, or buzzing or both. The strangeness of Sam's blood remained; Von was too ashamed of what she had done to think much on it.
It wasn't Von's fault. Dean knew that and he felt guilty as hell that he couldn't have stopped her from doing what she did. Because now she would never stop feeling guilty about it, what she did would haunt her forever. He knew from experience. Was this any different then when Sam got mind job'd by Dr. Ellicott? No. Exactly. How Von acted that wasn't Von. How were they going to find a way to tell her it wasn't her fault, that everything was good between them?
They'd have to figure it out later when they had time to breath. "We need to head back to the motel to get Alex, if any of those women didn't turn back we're in trouble," he stepped towards Von and she shied away.
Though he took her wrist firmly there was compassion in his eyes, she tilted back her legs quivering and beginning to buckle from under her but Dean pulled her forward to keep her upright. "Von, we need you, we can't do this without you," Dean confided and wasn't only talking about this job either.
His eyes remained on the red head, her own avoiding his. He knew that it was something horrible to do, but he knew that she needed it and though he knew it was smart to stop, he didn't want her to. In some sick and twisted part of him he wanted to continue, Hell, even feed off her as well.
Shaking that from him mentally he knew that he'd need to meet up with Ruby again. He had known that all day, but he still had the little bit of the stash left. He would be fine for a few more days, maybe a week. Sam wanted hug Von and tell her everything was going to be all right that everything was over. Was everything over? No. Only this adventure. This monstrosity. Dean had said something about heading back to the motel, though he didn't catch all of what was spoken he nodded in knowledge that he was right.
Von nodded, though she didn't fully believe him. Dean looked to Sam, "Let's go," and he held Von's hand as they raced back to the motel.