AN: Okay, there is talk of attempted rape in this chapter. So you are WARNED. Once again if this isn't your thing, please don't read. Anyways I think I should also mention that there are spoilers in this story up to the episode Home. I would also like to thank all of my WONDERFUL reviewers for their lovely words of kindness. Okay, that should be it. Enjoy.

A little after four-thirty the trio pulled up Ray's driveway. He had a small, white one story house with gray roof and trim. Awnings that doubled for hurricane shutters hung above the three windows in front.

Ray came out of the front door and walked over to meet them as they were getting out of the car. "Dean," He said shaking his hand. "Thanks for coming, man."

Dean nodded. "No problem. I just wish it was under better circumstances." Dorian and Sam walked over to them. "Ray, this is my brother Sam, and our friend Dorian."

"Nice to meet you," Ray said, shaking Sam's hand. He reached over to shake Dorian's but she waved him off.

"No touchie," She said. She didn't want to spread her nasty germs to anyone else. It was bad enough she couldn't get Dean to get a separate room for her, but he swore he never got sick and not to worry about sleeping in the same bed as her. "I'm sick."

Ray smirked. "Come on in." He turned and led them inside his house.

It was a three bedroom one story house. The living room, kitchen, and dining room were all in one big open space. To the left were two bedrooms and a bathroom and the master bedroom was over by the kitchen.

A woman with brown hair, and matching eyes walked out of the bedroom. She was wearing a pair of baggy sweats and an over sized T-shirt. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying. "Ray?"

Ray walked over and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Marissa, this is Dean Winchester. Remember the guy I told you about?" She nodded. "And this is his brother Sam, and their friend Dorian. They're going to help us."

"It's nice to meet you," She said, staring at them with terrified eyes. "Please, have a seat." They did. "Is there anything I can get you? A drink or anything?"

"Water would be great," Dorian said. Her throat was still bothering her. Marissa nodded and walked into the kitchen.

"What about you guys?"

"We'll take beer if you have one," Dean said. He took in her appearance. Ray had said that whatever it was that attacked her had tried to rape her. Tried, being the operative word. If they were going to figure out what this was, they needed to know exactly what happened.

Marissa walked over, handing Dorian her water and the guys their beers.

"Thank you," Dorian said. She sipped the water, letting it cool her scratchy throat. She coughed into her tissue and then looked over at Marissa. The young woman sat in an armchair across from them and drew her legs up to her chest. "Can you tell us more about what happened?" On the way up they had discussed that since she had been attacked, it might be better if Dorian asked her the questions seeing as how she might now be too comfortable with guys right now.

Marissa looked up at Ray, who was standing next to her. He put a comforting hand on her shoulder and nodded. She turned back to them and sighed. "Well, Ray had the night shift. He wasn't supposed to get off until seven am. I locked up the house at about ten and went to bed." She took a deep breath and tried to steady her shaking hands. "I woke up around three am, because of this heavy weight on my chest." Her voice broke and fresh tears streamed down her face. "And there he was, Hunter was on top of me." Her voice was scared and broken. "I tried to move, I tried to scream, but I couldn't. My whole body was paralyzed! He caressed my face with his hand," She gestured with her own hand to show them. "He said not to worry. It would all be over soon."

"That's when I walked in," Ray picked up. "They had let me go early. He turned to me and it was Hunter's face, except his eyes, they were silver."

"No they weren't," Marissa argued. "They were green, Hunter's eyes were green."

Ray crinkled his eyebrows together and looked at her. "No, I'm sure they were silver."

"What happened next," Dean asked, getting impatient with their bantering. He tried to sound casual about it, but the fact was this was sounding too much like the shape shifter that had taken his form a long time ago. He hoped they weren't dealing with another one of those things.

Ray looked over at him. "He, well he hissed at me I guess. I ran over to help Marissa, and he jumped off her. He slammed me into the wall and took off."

"But it can't be Hunter," Marissa said. "He died. We weren't even together when he died, but we were still friends and he'd never try and hurt me like that."

Sam nodded. "Whatever attacked you, it wasn't Hunter. It was just something that looked like Hunter." He couldn't help but notice how vulnerable she looked. He remembered feeling that way when the shape shifter took his brother's identity. He knew it wasn't Dean, but it was still hard to see something with his brother's face try to hurt him.

The trio finished up their drinks and decided to grab a motel why they tried to figure out what was going on. Marissa definitely needed some alone time with her man. Three strangers in the house wasn't going to make her feel safe. They figured that this thing wouldn't attack her till night fall, if it went after her again.

Once they were checked in Dorian flopped on the bed face first. She was exhausted. She hated being sick. She needed to help Sam and Dean, but she was just too tired. She kicked her shoes off and crawled under the covers, drawing them up over head. She told herself she needed to stay awake, but her exhaustion was just too strong and within minutes she was asleep.

Dean took a seat next to Sam who was turning his laptop on. He smirked at Dorian's lump of a figure under the blankets. He shook his head and turned to Sam. "So what do you think?"

"Well I've never heard of a spirit who came back from the grave to rape their ex lover," Sam said accessing the Internet. "Come back to kill them, or haunt them yes, but rape them no."

"We could be dealing with another shape shifter," Dean said. Sam inhaled sharply and then went back to browsing the net. "Did you feel like Marissa, when that thing came after you with my face?"

Sam shook his head. "No, I knew it wasn't you."

"But it looked like me," Dean said. He hated to think that Sam felt as bad as Marissa did when the shifter had gone after him. Dean loved Sam more than anyone in the world. Sam was his brother and he would never hurt him, but Marissa had known that Hunter would never hurt her and she was a mess. "And it told you things that were inside my head."

Sam sighed and looked over at his brother. They had never talked about what had happened, about what the shifter said. Sam had hoped Dean had been unconscious during that little speech. "Look, what it said...It just made me realize how hard this life is on you. It kind of opened my eyes and made me realize that maybe things aren't as easy on you as I thought."

Dean nodded, not sure how comfortable he was with his brother being inside his head. If there was anyone he let in it would be Sam, but on his own terms, not on some freak of natures.

"As for it looking like you," Sam shrugged. "It looked like you, but I knew it wasn't you. You'd never come after me the way that thing did." He smiled. "I'm good, man."

Dean let out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. He was glad to know Sam knew that Dean would never hurt him. Dean didn't have much family and he didn't want to lose the few people he did have.

"Anyways," Sam continued, swiveling the computer so Dean could see it. "I don't think we're dealing with a shifter either. I'm still not sure what it is, but take a look at this." Dean looked at the screen. "Six days ago there was an attack just like this one, only the woman wound up dead. They said her heart literally gave out as though it had been worked too hard."

"Okay," Dean said, reading the article. "It says the autopsy showed signs of sexual assault and there was said to be bite and scratch marks over at least half of her body. Her husband claims to have been asleep next to her the whole time"

"But if she couldn't move, or even speak, her husband would never have known something was wrong."

Dean shook his head. "No, I don't buy that. I'd feel an extra weight on the bed if it were me and Dorian. Besides bumping and grinding isn't exactly a motionless task."

Sam shrugged. "Maybe the husband was put under a spell or something. Maybe we're dealing with a Warlock."

Dean propped his elbow on the table and rested his head in his hand. "What you think he's using a glamour spell? If that's the case why would the guy take on the appearance of Marissa's dead ex boyfriend? Why not take on the appearance of Ray?"

"Good question," Sam continued searching the news. "Hey, look at this, four weeks ago there was another attack. It's pretty much the same thing, only her boyfriend came home and found her."

"So are you telling me that all of the women who were raped were killed from exhaustion?" Dean asked. Sam nodded. Dean raised an eyebrow. "Gives new meaning to screwing someone to death." Sam just looked at him. "Okay, not the best timing, but I've never heard of a Warlock that could do that."

"It seems like whatever is attacking these women are feeding off their energy." Sam said. He opened a new browser. "Maybe it's taking their life force through the sexual act."

Dean widened his eyes a little bit. "Which makes Marissa a very lucky woman that Ray came home when he did, but here's my question. Ray walks in on it and the guy runs, but the husband is sleeping in bed and this thing kills his wife right next to him? How can he do that?"

Sam's face grew grim. "Because it's an Incubus."

"An incubus?" Dean asked, reaching over so he could see the screen. "What the hell is that?"

"There's several different legends," Sam said, scrolling through the web page. "But from what I gather an incubus is a demonic creature that attacks women sexually. Some say that an incubus and a succubus same...it paralyzes their victim so they can't move or scream..." He scrolled down. "There's a way to ward it off, but they don't have a way to kill it."

"I guess not a lot of people have had run ins with an Incubus and survived," Dean said. That made him think Marissa had been touched by an angel to keep her alive. "Okay, so how do we find out more about these things?"

Sam shrugged. "There's just not that much on the web about these things, and I don't remember Dad mentioning them in his journal."

"Neither do I," Dean agreed. "For now let's just worry about warding it off. How do we do that?"

Sam went back in the page. "Uh, we have to hang Verbana and johanniskraut root above her bed and carve a pentagram into the bed. Supposedly that will keep an incubus from entering your bed."

"We'll have to find a new age shop around here and grab that," Dean said. He looked at his watch. "It's going to be dark in a couple of hours, we should head out." He stood up. "Hey, before you shut that thing down does it say why that thing can look like people the victim knows?"

Sam shook his head. "No, but I think I we may know someone who can help us."

Dean pulled on his jacket. "Who's that?" He grabbed his keys off the table.

"Missouri."

Dean grimaced. It wasn't that he didn't like Missouri, but the woman was infuriating as hell. Making Dean clean up Jenny's house. He huffed. "No way."

Sam stood up. "Come on, Dean. She knows a lot about the supernatural. Maybe she has information on the incubus."

Dean sighed. Sam was right and he couldn't just avoid calling Missouri because he got annoyed with her. "Fine, we'll call her."

"Good, cause I was going to call her anyway." Sam smiled at Dean's glare. He knew his brother had issues with Missouri. Nothing serious, but it drove him a little nuts how she could always read his mind. "You check the phone book for a New Age shop. I'll let Dorian know we're going out."

Dean nodded and grabbed the phone book. Sam walked over to the bed and kneeled beside Dorian. He pulled the blanket down from her head and gently shook her shoulder. "Dorian?"

"Mmm?" She mumbled, half opening her eyes.

"Dean and I are going to take care of some things," Sam said smoothing her hair out of her face. "If you need anything call us okay?"

"Mmmhmm," She mumbled closing her eyes again. Sam smiled and kissed her forehead. He made sure she was comfortable and then he turned back to Dean.

"There's one not to far from here," Dean told him. "It shouldn't take us long." Sam nodded and the two grabbed their things and headed out.

AN: There are many legends when it comes to the incubus, so I took a little of this and a little of that and put it all together, so it's not going to fit text book descriptions. I just wanted to let you know before people start saying HEY that's not right. That being said, Pretty please review!