Ellen had tracked down Jo and went off to hunt with her daughter, while Bobby had headed back to Sioux Falls to see if he could make heads or tails of what demons had escaped while the boys and I were holed up in some knock-off motel in Iowa for the time being. The last week, since Hell's Gate was opened, we have been chasing leads on demonic omens, only to come up empty. It's like the demons just disappear. Vanish, vamoose, their presence absconded as soon as we roll into town.
Sam's sitting at the rinky dink table in the room reading whatever book has caught his attention while Dean and I are perusing the pay-per-view on the television, trying to find a movie to watch and arguing over Dean's suggestions of porn. Not that I'm against it or anything but some of those shows can get pretty kinky and I'm just not a kinky kind of gal. Dean is aware of this and I know he is trying to see how flustered he can make me. It's like a game to him.
I start craving something sweet so I sit up and slide my shoes on.
"Where are you going?" Dean asks me.
"Snack machine. I want a candy bar."
"Get me some chips," Dean says, reaching for his wallet.
"I got it," I tell him with a smile, waving the wad of bills I pull from my duffle. "Sam, you want anything?"
"No, I'm good," Sam answers, not even looking up from the page of his book.
"M'Kay. Be right back."
The snack machine is located at the very end of the motel, of course. And of course, the fluorescent bulb overhead is flickering sporadically, the buzz of it loud and noisy. As I'm making the selection for a Snickers, I feel a jolt that takes my breath away. Stupid machine probably has a short and shocks whoever touches it. Stupid machine in a stupid no-name motel in the middle of a no-name town.
I grab my purchases from the dispenser and turn to head back. I jump when I realize that I'm not alone. A middle-aged man is standing there, looking at the machine over my shoulder. In my surprise, I drop the money that I had in my hand. I bend down to pick it up at the same time the stranger does. He reaches the bills first and stands up, holding them out to me.I go to take them from him and he lays his empty hand on my shoulder. "You need to please him." I look at him wearily and jerk the money from his hand, slipping it into my pocket. Keeping my eye on him until I am past him, I walk briskly back to our room. I need Dean. Like, NEED him. Need his lips on mine, need his touch, need to feel his body pressed to mine. The closer I get to the door, the more I can feel the urge to just throw caution to the wind and attack him as soon as I get into the room I'm sharing with them.
So, that's what I do. Opening the door, I walk in and see Dean relaxing on the bed, laid back on the pillows with his arms crossed and behind his head. I drop the candy bar and the chips and waltz right over to the bed. Stepping up and straddling him, I lean down and fuse our lips together. He hums happily at the assault and begins kissing me back. The feel of his tongue swiping across my lips make me groan and I open them to allow him entrance. I begin slowly grinding on him and his hands grab my hips, stopping my movements. He pulls away and peers up at me.
"Nic, what has gotten into you?" Dean whispers, glancing over toward his brother.
"I want you Dean. I need you," I tell him, continuing to grind down on his lap, feeling him get hard.
I sit up and yank my t-shirt over my head, leaving me in my white lace bra. "I want to fuck you right here, right now!" I say, leaning back in to capture his lips. I put my hands on his and remove them from my hips, dragging them to cover my breasts. Dean pulls his lips away again and I groan.
"Sam. Out. Now!" Dean says before beginning to knead my boobs and sitting up to reattach our lips, sliding his tongue through. I hear the chair scrape across the floor, then the door opens and slams and I know Sam has finally left us alone. I crush my pelvis down onto Dean's and moan as I feel the hard outline of his dick through his jeans, rubbing my core.
I grab the hem of his t-shirt and rip it up over his head, slinging it haphazardly across the room, not caring where it landed. I run my lips over his jaw, down his neck, my tongue tracing the lines on his neck. I continue my path down his torso to his buckle. My fingers are trembling with need as I work on unbuckling his belt then the button of his jeans and the zipper. As soon as I get those three obstacles clear, I pull his jean over his magnificent thighs, taking his boxers with them. I scoot back as I work his pants down his legs and off, letting them drop to the floor. HIs dick is lying hard against his stomach, drops of precum at the tip.
I lick my lips as I crawl back up and settle between his legs. I take the base in my hand and slowly pump up, twisting my wrist so my thumb slides across the tip. I run my tongue it up the vein on the underside, hearing him grunt.
I continue teasing, slowly bending over and bringing the tip to my lips, letting it slide into my mouth, swirling my tongue around and slipping it into the slit, my pussy getting wetter and wetter with every little sound he makes. I languidly begin taking in more and more of his length until I feel the head hit my throat. What I can't fit into my mouth, I pump with my hand simultaneously with the bobbing of my head.
Dean's moans and groans grow louder and louder with every movement until he unexpectedly puts his hand on my cheeks and pulls me off. "Nic, if you don't stop, I'm gonna fucking cum in your mouth and I would really rather cum in your pussy."
Hearing him talk that way makes the slick between my thighs increase and I jump up on my knees to pull my pants down and off my legs. As soon as the offending apparel is gone, I quickly climb on. I rub my slick covered cunt over his dick, the head gliding through my folds and bumping my clit. I reach down and grab him, notching the tip against my entrance and let it slide in.
Dean lifts his hips off the bed, pushing himself all the way in, gradually. The stretch creating a slow burn throughout my body. I press my forehead against his, breaths mixing as he continues rolling his hips, his dick dragging out and then back in. The casual push and pull of him inside me isn't what I want or need, so I begin to match his thrusts, domineering the movements and justifying that I want it rough and fast.
He wraps his arms around me and flips me to where I am now underneath him. He uses his knees to spread my thighs and rests between them, pressing the tip of his cock into me, barely sliding in. I look up at him to see a smirk on his face. He knows this is not what I want, I want it hard, fast and rough. He pushes himself all the way in with even thrusts that make me feel like I'm going to go crazy. I wrap my legs around his hips, heels pressing into his behind, urging him on as the fire builds in my abdomen.
Dean reaches down, unhooks one leg, pushing it up his body and deepening the angle. The head of his dick now rubbing over my g-spot, making my breath get caught in my throat. He grabs the top of the headboard for leverage before he begins rapidly plunging into me, pistoning his hips harder and faster than I've ever felt before. The coil in my lower stomach tightens and tightens until it violently snaps, making me yell out his name in a moan. He continues his movements until I come down from my high and the force of his drive is almost torturous. But something inside me tells me I can manage the pain and I keep coaxing him on.
"Harder, Dean! Faster!" I scream as he advances on. "Oh g-god, yes! De-dean, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." I keep chanting as he keeps thrusting harder and faster, sweat beading on his body, making the friction between our bodies invigorating. I feel his thrusts start to become erratic and can feel his dick throbbing inside me. "Dean, baby. Cum inside me."
My words seem to prompt his orgasm, because he stills and I can feel him inside me, pulsing and filling me with his seed.
"Dean?" I barely hear Sam's voice calling for his brother over my heart beating in my ear and Dean's labored pants.
"Dean, are y'all – you two conscious? Bobby called, and he thinks that maybe we—" Sam keeps talking until I hear him exclaim, "Oh, my god!"
I giggle as Dean lifts his head from my shoulder and looks toward his brother. "Give us 10 minutes," Dean says, out of breath.
I can't contain my giggles as Dean brings his eyes back to me. "Baby, I don't know what that was but god damn!"
We both get up and begin getting ready to head out, me busy silently whimpering as Dean gets dressed, hiding his gorgeous body under layers of clothing. He catches me and winks. "Come on before Sam leaves without us. He's probably still pissed about being kicked out of his own room."
We load up in the Impala, the guys in the front seat and me in the back, as is normal and routine. Unusually though this time, I feel there is too much distance between me and the eldest Winchester so before we even get out of city limits, I climb over the front seat and sit down between the two men. The new seating arrangement earns me a glare from Sam, who has to hurry and sweep up the papers and books he had scattered across the bench between him and his brother. I ignore his scowl and wrap my arm around Dean, laying my head on his shoulder.
"Hi," I whisper to him and smile.
"Hey, you."
"I missed you."
"Nic, you were in the back seat. Not 10 feet away," Sam complains. "And well I'm going to need a knife to gouge my eyes out. There are just some things I just do not need to be witness to."
"It was a beautiful, natural act, Sam," I tell him, chuckling and turning my attention back to the man behind the wheel. Thoughts of what Sam could've witnessed if he had entered the room just moments earlier had me squeezing my thighs together. Memories of Dean being buried deep inside causing my pussy to clench and slick to drench my panties.
Dean chuckles at me sassing his baby brother. "What's Bobby got?"
"Not much. A crop failure and a cicada swarm outside of Lincoln, Nebraska. Ahh, could be demonic omens –" Sam begins explaining but I'm not paying attention because Deans fingers on the steering wheel have peaked my interest.
"Or could just be a bad crop and a bug problem."
"Yeah, but it's our only lead," Sam points out.
"Ok. Any freaky deaths?" Dean asks.
"Nothing Bobby could find – not yet, anyway."
"It's weird, man. I mean, the night the devil's gate opened, all these weirdo storm clouds were sighted over how many cities?" Dean sighs, taking his left hand of the wheel and running it through his hair, my eyes glued to every movement. Dean catches my gaze and raises an eyebrow in silent question. I just shrug and look back toward the road.
"Seventeen."
"Seventeen? You'd think it would be "Apocalypse Now," but it's been five days and bupkis. What are the demons waiting for?"
"Beats me," Sam mutters.
"It's driving me crazy. I tell you, if it's gonna be war, I wish it would just start already."
"I don't know, man. Be careful what you wish for." Sam warns as Dean presses the gas pedal, the Impala lurching down the empty highway.
We pull up outside a farmhouse on the outskirts of Lincoln, Bobby leaning on his old Nova in the driveway. I follow Dean out the driver's side of the car. The air filled with the sound of cicadas. I stand beside Dean, slipping my hand into his and lacing our fingers together, hugging his arm.
"Hear those cicadas?" Sam asks
"That can't be a good sign," Dean says.
"No. No, it can't."
Bobby steps up to the three of us.
"Bobby, what do you think? We got a biblical plague here or what?"
"Well, let's find out. Looks like the swarm's ground zero." Bobby says, turning and walking up the steps to the front door.
Dean knocks and yells out, "Candygram!" making me laugh. He grins at me and when we realize there isn't going to be an answer steps back, taking me with him so Sam can pick the lock.
As the door; a horrible stench hits us and we cover our noses in disgust.
"That's awful!"
"That so can't be a good sign," Dean says, trying not to gag.
I follow Dean inside, Sam behind us with a gun drawn. We creep through the house; stopping in the second room. Muffled panicked screams now fill the air.
"You hear that?" Sam whispers.
Dean kicks open the next door. We walk in to find that the sounds are coming from a television set. A family of three is seated on the couch, every single one of them dead, and had been for several days at least. The stench being the worse in the one room.
"Oh, my god," Sam and I sigh in unison.
Bobby enters through the other side of the room and recoils in horror from the odor and the sight before him.
"Bobby, what the hell happened here?" Sam asks.
"I don't know," Bobby says through the handkerchief he holds over his mouth and nose.
"Check for sulfur," Dean tells us and we all disperse, looking for traces of the signs of a demonic presence.
Dean whistles quietly, then signals to us that he's going to go check it out. Bobby and Sam circle around the other direction, leaving me in the room with the corpse family.
I look at them and shudder. They look gross and disgusting but still they look like they just sat there and died. Just sat there watching television, like a normal family, and just didn't get up. I hear a commotion outside and leave the room, drawing the gun up and making my way to the door.
Out front, I am confused and puzzled by the scene. Dean is laying on the ground holding his nose, while Bobby and two strangers stand over him chatting.
"I could ask the same," I hear Bobby say.
"Heya, Bobby," the man says, none of them paying any mind to the man beneath them.
Dean raises an arm, waving it in the air. "Hello. Bleeding here."
"Dean!" I cry as I click the safety back on my gun and slip it into the back of my jeans. I run over and land on my knees, carefully helping him sit up. I remove his hand and check the damage to his face. Thankfully, it's only a little blood, nothing broken. I throw my arms around his neck and pull him to me, accidentally pressing his nose into my shoulder.
"Ow!" Dean yelps.
"Sorry! Sorry Dean," I mutter, standing up and helping him off the floor. "Let's go get you cleaned up." I take his hand and lead him to the back door of the Impala. Reaching in, I grab my bag and pull the first aid kit out. I take out some gauze and pour a bit of water from my water bottle to moisten it. Tenderly, I begin wiping off the blood that was dried on his face and upper lip. Once it was all cleaned up, I wadded the gauze into a ball and stuffed it into my pocket.
"Keeping that?" Dean questioned, his eyebrow quirked.
"Haha. No, I don't want to just toss it and some cop find it and test it. That would connect you to this place. No loose ends, right?" I kiss the end of his nose gently, making sure not to hurt him again.
"Yea," he answers, turning his head toward the three men and one woman walking in our direction.
"We're following Isaac and Tamara back to their hideout," Bobby explains. "See if we can't figure out together what the hell is going on. Sam already called this in so we need to move out."
"Ok," Dean nods and heads toward the driver's side. I follow him right up to the door and crawl in, settling in the middle of the seat. Dean shrugs at his brother and slides in beside me, turning the ignition and revving Baby's engine.
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Isaac and Tamar's hideout is only a few miles from the farmhouse where the family sit down and died. It was modest looking family home on the outside. Wooden siding with blue-gray shutters, single paned windows and a solid oak front door. A typical family home, not at all looking like a hideout for demon hunters. It was perfect.
Sam, Dean and I and Bobby follow the couple inside, mesmerized by the array of hunting tools and instruments. Machetes, knives of all shapes and sizes, the number of guns daunting and enough ammo to kill all the sons of bitches out there two times over.
Tamara sees me gazing over the lot and smiles. "It's a lot to take in, I know. We've been hunting for so long, I forget that this can scare off most people."
"Yea, but I run with the Winchesters. I've seen more stuff than most see in their lifetime. I'm just amazed at the amount of weapons you have."
"Well, you never know what you're going to come across. Best to be prepared for anything, eh?"
"Yea," I say and head back toward Dean and the others. Sam, Bobby and Isaac are discussing something on the opposite side of the room but Dean is nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Dean?" I ask, walking up to Sam's side.
"On the phone with the coroner's tech. Trying to get some information on that family. See if we can find out what kind of monster we are dealing with," Sam explains, then looks to Isaac and Tamara. "So, how long you two been married?"
"Eight years this past June," Tamara answers, smiling lovingly at her husband.
"The family that slays together…" Isaac trails off, looking at his wife.
"Right. I'm with you there. So, how'd you get started?" Sam's question is met with an awkward silence and I watch as Tamara and Isaac look at one another, probably silently sharing memories of a horrible experience.
"I, uh, you know... I'm sorry. It's not – that's none of my business," Sam says, clearing his throat.
"No, no. It's – it's all right," Tamara answers softly. But before she goes further, she is cut off by Dean entering the room, on the phone, plainly flirting with whoever is on the other end. I can feel my blood boil and I see red. I stalk over to stand in front of him and stare at him, hard. He looks up at me with a confused look, like he doesn't understand why I'm standing there glaring at him with my arms crossed.
Dean finishes up his phone conversation. "Well, Jenny, if you look as pretty as you sound, I'd love to have an ... "appletini'," he makes a face at the word. "Yeah. Call you." He hangs up, glancing at me and my look of disapproval before addressing the group. 'What?' he words and then steps toward Bobby and Sam. "That was the coroner's tech."
"And?" Sam inquires.
"Get this – that whole family, cause of death? Dehydration and starvation," Dean says in disbelief. "There's no signs of restraint, no violence, no struggle. They just sat down and never got up."
"But there was a fully stocked kitchen just yards away," Bobby wonders.
"Right. What is this, a demon attack?" Sam asks the room.
"If it is, it's not like anything I ever saw, and I've seen plenty," Bobby answers.
"Well, what now? What should we do?" Dean looks at each face in the room, including mine even though I am full on ignoring him now. He was actually flirting with some bitch on the phone, right in front of me! I'm so pissed I could explode.
"Uh, "we're" not gonna do anything," Isaac says, like it's nothing new.
"What do you mean?" Sam asks him.
"You guys seem nice enough, but, this ain't "Scooby-Doo," and we don't play well with others."
"Well, I think we'd cover a lot more ground if we all worked together," Sam says, incredulously.
"No offense, but we're not teaming with the damn fools who let the Devil's Gate get opened in the first place," Isaac explains.
"No offense?" Dean huffs.
Tamara looks at her husband. "Isaac! Like you've never made a mistake," she admonishes.
"Oh yeah, yeah. Locked my keys in the car, turned my laundry pink. Never brought on the end of the world, though," he says, eyeing Sam and Dean.
"All right. That's enough!" I yell. It's one thing for the brothers to tear each other down or even for me to tear into one of them for some stupid mistake they made. But for a stranger, a hunter we met less than a day ago, to do it, THAT is where I draw the line.
"Guys, this isn't helping. Nic--," Sam says trying to diffuse the tension in the room.
"Look, there are couple hundred more demons out there now. We don't know where they are, when they'll strike," Isaac relents. "There ain't enough hunters in the world to handle something like this. You brought war down on us – on all of us."
"Okay. that's quite enough for now." Tamara says, pulling her husband out of the room. Dean looks between his brother, Bobby and me, trying to figure out what our next move is. We all know that what Isaac said was true. We opened the gate to hell, we let hundreds of demons out into this world but what he doesn't realize is we are going to work our asses off to make sure that those that escaped get put back where they belong with as little carnage as possible, even if it kills us.
Before any of us can say anything, Tamara comes running back in. "We just got a call. Woman killed outside a department store downtown." The four of us follow her and Isaac to town, each going in different directions to see what information we can find out. Bobby mumbles something about "needing to look the part' and rambles off down the street, Sam pretends to be a passerby and starts unofficially interviewing witness while Dean and I walk into the store. As soon as we enter, a young blonde woman apparently an employee there going by the name tag on her shirt, 'Bridget' walks right up to Dean and begins chatting him up. He seems to enjoy it, smiling and keeping up with her dimwit conversation. I can't stand to see him flirting so blatantly so I step further inside the store, browsing the clothing and garments the store offers.
I see Sam approach his brother and hear him clear his throat, getting the attention of Dean and little miss bimbo clerk.
"Excuse me a minute, would you?" Dean says, laying his hand on her shoulder. At this point, I'm seeing red and can vividly describe ten ways to make her disappear.
"Sure," she says, eyeballing Sam and then looking back at Dean with a wink and a smile. Bitch, back off!
"Dean, what are you doing?" Sam asks astonished at Dean's behavior. Sam glances at me and throws me a smile of pity. He knows what his brother is doing is getting to me. I'm sure he can see it in my eyes.
"I was just carrying on a conversation," Dean shrugs, like it's no big deal that bimbo clerk was practically inviting him to ravage her, right here in the store. "What are you doing?"
"Workin'. Dead body, possible demon attack – that kind of stuff," Sam says, reminding Dean of our reasons to be here.
Bobby walks past us. He's dressed in a fancy suit, with his hair slicked back and his beard actually looks groomed. I'll admit Bobby really went all out with "looking the part". I am impressed beyond belief.
Dean whistles lowly. "Whoa. Looking spiffy, Bobby. What were you, a G-man?"
"Attorney for the D.A.'s office," Bobby explains. "I just spoke to the suspect."
"Yeah? So, what do you think? Is she possessed or what?" Sam asks.
"Don't think so. There's none of the usual signs – no blackouts, no loss of control," Bobby says, shaking his head. "Totally lucid. Just, she really wanted those shoes. Spilled a glass of holy water on her just to be sure; nothing."
"Maybe she's just some random whack job," dean suggests. I roll my eyes. I'm sure he's hoping it's not a case so he can go off and find bimbo clerk. I look around and see her string at us so I casually walk over and pull Dean's arm over my head, placing it around my shoulders and wrapping mine around his waist. Take that! Dean looks down at me, questioningly. I smile demurely and turn back to Bobby.
"If it had been an isolated incident, maybe, but first the family, now this? I believe in a lot of things. Coincidence ain't one of them. Did you guys find anything around here?"
I shake my head as Sam says, "No sulfur, nothing."
"Well, maybe something," Dean says as he nods to a security camera in the ceiling and then looks to his brother. "See? I'm working."
I roll my eyes. Yea he was working alright. Working on trying to get that dumb bitch's number right the fuck in front of me. I had noticed the camera too but hadn't brought it up yet. I had an inkling of an idea of what was going on and I didn't know why I knew it but I didn't question it. Just went on, business as usual.
I roll my eyes. Yea he was working alright. Working on trying to get that dumb bitch's number right the fuck in front of me. I had noticed the camera too but hadn't brought it up yet. I had an inkling of an idea of what was going on and I didn't know why I knew it but I didn't question it. Just went on, business as usual.
Bobby goes over and talks to bimbo clerk and gets us access to the security office so we can watch the events as they happened on screen. Sam sits down in front of the monitor and begins pressing buttons and suddenly the store's interior from this morning comes onto the display. Several women are milling about, browsing the store's selections. Bobby points out the suspect and we watch as she moves through the store. She stops to view a shirt when a man walks up to her. I recognize him as the same man I encountered at the snack machine the night before last.outside the motel room.
"Might just be a guy…" Sam says as we all watch the man approach our suspect and lay his hand on her shoulder. His lips are moving but the words can't be heard. "Or it might be our guy."
Sam presses a few more button and a printer jumps to life in the corner of the room.
Armed with a printout of the man, we each make our way out of the store to begin canvassing to find out who this mysterious man is. I watch Sam head down the street one way and Bobby takes off the other. Dean and I slide into Baby and begin driving around, going to different establishments, asking for information about the man in the photo.
After a grueling hour of no answers, I finally talk to someone who knows the guy. His name is Walter and he seems to always gravitate toward a bar on the east side of town. I rush back to Baby, calling Bobby on the way, telling him what I found out. Dean is leaning against the top of the Impala and looks toward me as I approach. I relay the same information to him and we jump in, going back to the hideout to meet Bobby and come up with a plan.
DEAN LEANING HERE
Bobby, Dean, and I sit outside The Old Terminal Pub, the bar Walter is supposedly known to visit frequently. The windows in Bobby's old Nova are wet from the rain that passed through the area an hour ago and the damp pavement reflects the neon lights from the signage above the bar. We watch as a few people of different ages enter the pub, no one paying attention to us.
It's quiet for a long time until Bobby breaks the silence. "What time is it?"
Dean looks at his watch and answers, "Seven past midnight."
"You sure this is the right place?"
"No. But we spent all day canvassing this stupid town with this guy's stupid mug, and, supposedly, he drinks at this," Dean pauses, waving his hand toward the building." ... stupid bar".
Suddenly, there is a loud pounding on the window causing us all to jump. I look out the window and see Sam smiling trying not to laugh at us. I open the door and he lifts my seat, slipping into the backseat with his brother.
"That was so not funny!" Dean berates him.
"Yeah. Uh, all right," Sam chuckles. "So, John Doe's name is Walter Rosen. He's from Oak Park, just west of Chicago. Went missing about a week ago."
"The night the Devil's Gate opened?" Dean asks.
"Yeah."
"So you think he's possessed?" Dean asks no one in particular.
"Well, it's a good bet," Sam says solemnly. So, what, he just walks up to someone,touches them, and they go stark raving psycho?"
"Those demons that got out at the gate – they're gonna do all kinds of things we haven't seen," Bobby explains, looking between me in the front seat and the brothers in the back.
"You mean the demons we let out."
Dean speaks up, looking past me and Bobby and out the windshield. "Guys." We turn to see Walter getting out of his car and walking towards the bar.
"All right. Showtime." Dean says, making a move to get out of the car.
Bobby stops him by saying, "Wait a minute."
"What?"
"What'd I just say?" Bobby admonishes. "We don't know what to expect out of this guy. We should tail him till we know for sure."
"Oh, so he kills someone and we just sit here with our junk in our hands?" Dean asks and for some reason I get a fluttering in my stomach and between my thighs at the thought of his "junk". Weird.
"We're no good dead!" Bobby breaks my thoughts. "And we're not gonna make a move until we know what the score is."
"Hey, Bobby? I don't think that's an option," Sam suggests.
"Why not?"
Sam nods toward a car that has just entered the lot. We watch as Isaac and Tamara head into the bar.
"Damn it!" Bobby exclaims, hitting his palm on the edge of the steering wheel.
We sit there, waiting to see if Isaac and Tamara exit the bar, hoping that they were just passing through, getting a drink but then the outside lights all begin flickering and we know that they need our help inside.
Bobby jumps out of the car and Dean follows, running toward the front door of the club. Sam and I watch as they slam themselves against the door, trying to force it open. I jump into the driver's seat and start the engine. "Sam, hold on tight. We going to bust this place wide fucking open!" I pull out of the space and drive up to the front, yelling out the window. "Bobby, climb in. Dean, on the hood!" They look at one another, shrug and the do as I say. Bobby jumps into the passenger seat and Dean sits on the front of the car, feet on the bumper. I turn as if I'm leaving the place and stop, shifting into reverse.
With a screech of tires, Bobby's car bursts backwards through the front door of the bar. Dean jumps off the hood as Bobby and then Sam jump out, armed with holy water. They fling it violently into the crowd of demons. The demons retreat enough for Sam to grab Tamara, who is still screaming frantically for Isaac..
"Come on, we got to go! He's dead! Get in the car!" Sam coaxes Tamara until she is seated behind me in the backseat. I look to see Dean still immersed in fighting a couple of demons.
"Dean, come on!" I yell as Sam climbs in behind the passenger seat to sit and hold Tamara who is mourning her husband.
"DEAN! COME ON!" Bobby yells as he reaches the open passenger door and goes to climb in the back with Sam and Tamara.
Dean is now fighting Walter, our demonic suspect. He opens the trunk just as he runs out of holy water; I watch through the side mirror as Dean overpowers him and stuffs him in the trunk, which I know is inscribed with a devil's trap. I hear Walter scream as he realizes he is stuck. Dean tumbles into the front seat of the car. "Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!"
I shift into drive and speed out of the huge hole where the door used to be. Looking through the mirror I see the other demons staring after us, black-eyed and panting. I drive back to the hideout and we all climb out of the car. I hand the keys to Bobby and he smiles. "Good thinking, kid." I grin at the compliment and watch Dean toss Walter over his shoulder and carry his limp, unconscious body into the house.
I help Dean tie Walter to a chair under a devil's trap on the ceiling then we walk into the next room where an argument is taking place.
"And I say we're going back – now!" Tamara screams, her voice full of heartache.
"Just hold on a second!" Sam tries to reason with her.
"I left my husband bloody on the floor!" she yells.
"Okay, I understand that, but we can't go back," Sam tells her calmly.
"Fine," Tamara concedes. "Then you stay. But I'm heading back to that bar."
Dean steps up. "I'll go with her." I look at him like he's grown an extra head. We barely made it out of there alive, we left those demons pissed and vengeful and he's talking about going back there, willingly?!
"It's suicide, Dean!" Sam says. At least he has some sense about himself, I think quietly.
Dean shrugs so Sam continues to try to reason with him now. "How you gonna kill 'em? Can't shoot 'em. You can't stab 'em. They're not just gonna wait in line to get exorcised!"
Tamara speaks up. "I don't care!'
"We don't even know how many of them there are!" Sam says, getting agitated.
Bobby enters holding a book. "Yeah, we do. There's seven. Do you have any idea who we're up against?"
"No," Dean says, looking at the old hunter. "Who?"
"The seven deadly sins, live and in the flesh!"
Dean suddenly bursts out with "What's in the box?!" and we all turn to look at him in confusion.
"Brad Pitt? "Se7en"? No?" I shake my head at his antics. We're fighting for our lives here and he's quoting movie scripts? I look over at him and smile. He is handsome though. Really handsome. And strong. And sexy as hell. Ok, Nic, get your mind back in the game.
Bobby tosses the book to Dean. "What's this?"
"'Binsfeld's Classification of Demons,'" Bobby explains. "In 1589, Binsfeld ID'd the seven sins – not just as human vices but as actual devils."
"The family – they were touched by Sloth. And the shopper…"
"That's Envy's doing – the customer we got in the next room. I couldn't suss it out at first, until Isaac. He was touched with an awful Gluttony."
"So that leaves us with Lust, Pride, Greed, and Wrath," Sam says.
"I don't give a rat's ass if they're the Three Stooges or the Four Tops! I'm gonna slaughter every last one of them!" Tamara proclaims.
"We already did it your way. You burst in there half-cocked and look what happened!" Bobby says to her. "These demons haven't been topside in half a millennium! We're talking medieval, Dark Ages! We've never faced anything close to this! So we are gonna take a breath…" Bobby pauses, and then shouts. "And figure out what our next move is!"
Tamara stares him down until Bobby breaks and whispers,. "I am sorry for your loss."
Tamara gets emotional and walks out of the room. Bobby exits the room, headed toward the place Walter a.ka. Envy is tied up.
Dean, Sam, and I just look at one other and then follow.
Envy is chuckling up at Bobby as we enter. "So you know who I am, huh?"
"We do. We're not impressed," Bobby snarks. Envy just stares at him, no response.
"Why are you here? What are you after?" Sam asks and again, silence.
"He asked you a question. What do you want?" Dean demands.
Envy chuckles condescendingly; Dean opens a flask of holy water and splashes it on him.
"Ya! Ahh! Ungh ... We already have ...what we want," the demon pants.
"What's that?" Dean asks, threatening to splash him again.
"We're out. We're free. Thanks to you, my kind are everywhere. I am legion, for we are many," Envy chuckles. "So me, I'm just celebrating. Having a little fun."
"Fun?" I ask, confused. I know this man. This was the same man who helped me at the motel back in Iowa. He picked up my dropped cash and handed it to me and let me go on my way. How he is evil, I have no idea.
"Yeah. Fun. See, some people crochet. Others golf. Me? I like to see people's insides ... on their outside."
"I'm gonna put you down like a dog," Tamara threatens as she walks into the room.
"Please," Envy scoffs and then laughs. You really think you're better than me. Which one of you can cast the first stone, huh? What about you, Dean? You're practically a, a walking billboard of gluttony." Dean nods, in acknowledgement. "Nicole, you." He turns his attention to me and I stand there, wide-eyed, wondering what he is going to call me out on. "You are a shining example of lust. The things you desire. Hmm, they even make demons blush. Naughty, naughty girl," He smiles lewdly. "And Tamara. All that wrath. Oohh!" He clicks his tongue, tsking.. "It's the reason you and Isaac became hunters in the first place, isn't it? It's so much easier to ... drink in the rage than to face what really happened all those years ago."
Tamara's face twists in anger, and she walks over to him, smacking him hard, twice. Dean and Bobby pull her back.
"Aah! Whew!" Envy laughs. "My point exactly. And you call us sins. We're not sins, man. We are natural human instinct. And you can repress and deny us all you want, but the truth is, you are just animals. Horny... greedy... hungry... violent animals. And you know what? You'll be slaughtered like animals, too." He pauses and looks at each of us. "The others – they're coming for me."
"Maybe. But they're not gonna find you... 'cause you'll be in hell." Dean says, leaning down right in the demon's face. "Someone send this clown packing."
"My pleasure," Tamara says, stepping up and picking the open book off the table.
She begins reading the exorcism as the rest of us walk out. "Exorcizamus te, Omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica...
We hear Envy scream as she finishes.
"I don't think we're gonna have to worry about hunting them," Bobby says, his back to us.
"What does that mean?" Sam inquires.
"I think maybe this joker's right. They're gonna be hunting us," Bobby says, turning to look at the three of us.His adopted, but not really adopted, children. "And they're not gonna quit easy."
"You guys, why don't you take Tamara and head for the hills? I'll stay back, slow them down, buy you a little time."
"God Dean," I say, turning to look at him. "Quit being so hellbent on saving everyone else. You are worth being saved too!"
"You're insane, Dean," Sam agrees. Just listen to Nic. Listen to us, okay?"
"They're right.," Bobby says. "We have to stay together, fight together!"
"There's six of them, guys," Dean argues. "We're outmanned, we're outgunned. We'll be dead by dawn."
"Maybe, but ... there's no place to run that they won't find us," Bobby says..
"Look, if we're going down, we're going down together, all right?" Sam proclaims.
"Well let's not make it easy for them," Dean concedes, grabbing my hand, lacing our fingers together and squeezing.
From the other room, there is a final scream and the house shakes. A gust of wind blows out the candles as Tamara slams the book shut, walking into the room and sitting it down.
"Demon's out of the guy."
"And the guy?" Sam asks, hopeful.
"He didn't make it," she answers nonchalantly and then leaves. We follow her and watch as she begins gathering up salt, gallon bottles marked 'Holy Water' and any other weapon to use against the army coming for us. We help her carry it all out to the main room and begin putting it together. I take the salt and lay lines across each windowsill and doorway to block the demons from entering.
The guys begin loading the guns with ammo and pouring the holy water into individual containers. When we are down to the last few items, the lights flicker and a radio across the room comes to life, an old church hymn playing.
Dean cocks the shotgun in his hand and looks at us. "Here we go."
We hear Isaac's voice, outside yelling for his wife. "Tamara! Tamara! Tamara! Tamara! Help me! Pleeeeeeease! " She looks back at Bobby, sadly and then out the window again. "Tamara! I got away, but I'm hurt bad! I need help!" The demon wearing Isaac continues yelling.
Bobby walks over to her. "It's not him. It's one of those demons. It's possessing his corpse."
Isaac's body starts pounding on the door.
"Baby! Why won't you let me in? You left me behind back there. How could you do that? We swore ... At that lake in Michigan. Remember? We swore we would never leave each other!"
Tamara sobs and turns to look at us. "How did he know that?" she asks, morosely.
"Steady, Tamara. Steady, Tamara, steady, steady..." Bobby says, seeing her composure crumbling.
"You just gonna leave me out here? You just gonna let me die?!" The demon wearing Isaac as a meatsuit bellows. "I guess that's what you do, dear! Like that night those things came to our house... came ... for our daughter! You just let her die, too."
That sets Tamara off. She screams, "You son of a bitch!" as she opens the front door, breaking the salt line.
"Tamara, no!" Bobby yells, but it's too late. We watch as she tackles Isaac's body down the steps, landing on top of him and raising the Palo Santo stake.
"You're not Isaac!" she cries and plunges the wood deep into his chest; it sizzles, and he screams.
The other demons cross the broken salt line and enter the house. We all begin to back away and then take off in different directions. Dean grabs my hand and begins pulling me down the hall. His hand in mine feels wonderful. I begin imagining what his hands could do to me. I lean close to him and whisper in his ear, "I want you to tie me up, put a leash on me, and make me your dirty little whore daddy." Dean's eyes widen as he looks at me. I smile suggestively
at him. Dean is completely caught off guard by my request. His furrows his brow before the realization dawns on him. Dean backs away from me but I keep stepping closer until he backs himself into a wall.
"I suppose you're infected with Lust," Dean says.
"Baby, I'm whatever you want me to be," I say seductively. I lean in and run my tongue over the shell of his ear. "You know you want me. You know how good this body feels under you, on top of you. However you want me."
"How, Nic? How did they get to you? Why?!"
"I want you baby. I want you to fuck me into oblivion as many ways as you can. And I'm sure with all the experiences you've had, one-night stands and whatnot, you know of many many positions. Let's try them all."
"Yeah, all right, just stay back," Dean says, putting his hands up in front of him.
"Aw, Dean. You know you don't want that. You know you want me to--," I press my body up against him, our bodies touching from our torsos to our thighs. "--put this body all over you. My pussy is aching for you to fill it up. C'mon big boy, fill my pussy full!" Dean tries to resist my touch and smacks my hand away as I try to cup his cheek. "I'm not gonna hurt you – not yet," I tell him, my voice an octave lower than normal. "Not unless you want me to." I run a hand along his shoulder and he looks down at me. He falls into my arms and I kiss him passionately. My tongue fighting for dominance over his, my hands and fingers touching every bit I can reach. I cup the bulge in his pants and lightly rub my palm against his erection. He moans into my mouth and I can't hold back the smile. "You know you want me, just admit it and you can have me."
"I want Nicole. That's who I want," Dean says, pushing me away. "Go to hell, bitch!" He begins chanting the exorcism and I can feel whatever is inside me begin fighting against to expulsion. Suddenly, I feel a snap and I open my eyes. I look at Dean and he gazes at me like he is frightened. I look around and don't recognize anything. The room we are in, the decor, the furniture they're all strange to me.
"Where am I? Dean, what happened?" I cry as he wraps me into his arms.
"You were infected with lust. One of the seven sins," he explains to me.
"But," I protest. "I can't be possessed! That's why those demons kidnapped me when they killed my father."
"It wasn't a possession per say," Dean tries to explain. "Somehow you were touched and infected with lust and your instinct was to lust after whatever you wanted. Which turns out to be me as a matter of fact," he smirks.
"Oh god!" I exclaim, hiding my face in my hands.
Dean laughs. "Don't be embarrassed. I thought it was hot!" He pauses, thinking. "Hey Nic, uh, do you remember the sex back at the motel in Iowa?"
"We didn't have sex in the motel in Iowa," I laugh. "We shared the room with Sam."
Dean rolls his eyes and mutters, "Of course."
"What?"
"When you got back from the snack machine, your practically attacked me and announced to the room that you wanted to fuck me."
"What?" I say astonished. "No I didn't." I deny it but come to think , I can't remember anything after the snack machine. "Oh my god! I've been infected this whole time?"
"Seems that way."
"What is it Dean?" I can tell by the look on his face, he's holding something back. He drops his chin to his chest and I crane my neck to look into his eyes. "What aren't you telling me?"
"Just," he pauses, sighing. "I didn't know. I didn't recognize it. You were all over me and I just went with it. You should hate me. You should want as far away from me as possible."
My heart breaks hearing him confess and apologize. "Dean, no! There was no way for you to know. Did I do something totally out of character? Like something I'd never ever do?"
"No, not really. Just the need to be as close to me as possible."
"Well, then how were you supposed to know?"
"I just should have."
I grab Dean's chin and lift his head until his eyes meet mine. "Listen to me Winchester. I've told you this once and I tell you again. I love you and I want to be with you. This just made me a bit more vocal about it, okay?"
Before he can answer we hear Sam yells "Wait!" We take of running, thinking he is begging for his life.When we get to Sam he is in a room with three dead bodies. I look around amazed that Sam fought off and killed three demons by himself. "Whoa!"
I watch Dean and Sam dig a shallow grave in the yard behind the house. Once it is deep enough, they walk back in and begin carrying out the dead bodies of the people the demons had possessed and Sam had killed, including Walter. While they are doing that, I walk across the way and stand by Tamara, who has built a funeral pyre to salt and burn Isaac's body. I watch as she says a silent prayer and then lights the bottom of the pyre, flames climbing quickly, engulfing the body of her dead husband.
"Tamara, I'm so sorry," I say, standing beside her.
"Thank you," she says, a small smile on her face as she glances at me. "Sorry you were infected."
I huff a laugh. "I'm glad I don't remember a damn thing."
We stand there, together, until Isaac's body is incinerated, nothing but ash left. She walks away, back toward the house and I join Bobby and the boys.
"Any survivors, Bobby?" I ask.
Other than you? The heavy guy, he'll make it. Lifetime of therapy bills ahead, but, still…"
"That's more than you can say for these poor bastards," Dean says looking into the pit of dead carcasses.
"Bobby, that knife – what kind of blade can kill a demon?" Sam had been saved by a mysterious blonde who wielded a knife that had killed the three demons attacking him.
"Yesterday, I would have said there was no such thing," Bobby answers.
"I'm just gonna ask it again – who was that masked chick? Actually, the more troubling question would be, how come a girl can fight better than you?" Dean asks, looking at his brother with a smile.
Sam chuckles, "Three demons, Dean. At once."
Dean slaps Sam on the shoulder and then drapes an arm around mine. "Hey, whatever it takes to get you through the night, pal."
"Yeah, well, if you want a troubling question, I got one for you," Sam says, forlorn.
"What's that?"
"If we let out the seven deadly sins, what else did we let out?"
We look at each other, none of us having an answer.
"You're right. That is troubling," Dean says and he lets go of me, pulls a book of matches out of his pocket, lights it and tosses it into the pit.
Once the fire is out we begin loading up and I look over to see Bobby talking to Tamara at her vehicle. She nods and gets in, driving off. Bobby rambles over to us. "Keep your eyes peeled for omens. I'll do the same."
"You got it," Dean says, shutting the trunk.
"Wait, Bobby. We can win this war. Right?"
Bobby pauses and looks at each of us. He looks conflicted and then answers, "Catch you on the next one."
We watch Bobby walk to his car, slide into the driver's seat and speed off down the dirt road, a trail of dust behind him.
"So, where to next?" Sam asks.
"I think it's time for a little break," Dean says, flipping the keys to the Impala in his hand. "Nic needs it, I need it and hell Sam, it'll do you good to get your nose out of those books for a bit."
I look at Dean with gratitude. Although I don't remember the last couple of days, I would enjoy a few off, just to recuperate and rest. Dean walks to the driver's side and opens the door. He motions with his head for me to climb in so I walk over and slide into the middle of the bench seat, watching Dean get in and Sam walk around the front of the car and slide in beside me.
"This isn't going to be an everytime thing is it?" Sam asks, trying to get comfortable between me and the door. I chuckle and shake my head no.