Dean had her in his arms, the scent of citrus shampoo waffing to his nose. Her lips were like honey, her skin like silk. One hand entwined in her long blond hair. Her hands touched him, inflamed him. He had met her earlier that evening, and now they were alone. He moaned softly, it had been so long since the last time. Thanks to his little brother.

Sam shook his head, "no Dean, don't. Let me destroy her! He saw her face turned towards him. Her face had gone from beautiful to hideous; she had fangs and leathery wings.

"He is mine, he cannot resist me," she replied as he leaned over and began to drain Dean of his life force.

Sam screamed and sat up in bed, breathing hard. He looked over at Dean, relieved he was awake. Nevertheless, what he saw scared him more. For his dream was reality. Dean was there with that thing, and destroying him.

Sam jumped up, remembering his Latin for the spell to rid Dean of the demon. "Dean!" he yelled and then began to chant. She turned towards him, so beautiful, in those eyes that he could get lost. No, he must not look into them; he must not succumb to her wiles. He must destroy the succubus. Dean opened his eyes, seeing the thing above him, and tried to free himself, as he heard his brother. He felt weaker; he felt the life draining out of him. The demon screamed as Sam came to the end, and vanished. Dean fell back on the bed.

Sam rushed over to his brother and sat down on the side of the bed. "Dean?" Dean lay with his eyes shut, breathing hard. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, fine. You know I like girls, but that was just nasty."

"Well it's four o'clock in the morning, want to go get breakfast?" Sam was relieved that Dean was all right, good thing his dream warned him. This time he had saved Dean, and that felt good.

"Ah Sammy, I hate early mornings, the sun ain't even out. So why should I be out of my bed." Dean grumbled as he rolled over, and closed his eyes.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were a vampire. Don't you ever watch a sunrise?"

"No, like I don't watch chic flick movies either," came Dean's faint reply from the pillow. "Night Sammy."

Sam got up, went over to his bed, and sat down. Dean was never going to change. Sam decided to check his email, while he waited for sleepy head to wake up.

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Five hours later, Dean awoke and grabbed some clothes and went to the bathroom to shower. He didn't say anything, just went through the door as Sam began to gather their stuff up. He wondered if Dean would be interested in going. He had emailed back, and told their aunt that he would talk to Dean and see what he thought first.

Dean came out, ready to go, wide-awake, with ready to hunt. "Morning Sammy, ready for some breakfast?" He asked as he started putting his clothes in his bag.

"Yeah, listen Dean our aunt Sarah emailed us. She seems to be having problems that she could use our help on."

Dean stopped and looked at Sam, and frowned. "Haven't seen her in years. But didn't she move out of the states?"

"Yeah, she married that Scotsman."

Dean remembered his mother's sister; she looked a lot like his mom. She wasn't too happy with their dad, for dragging them around hunting. She had wanted the boys, but John wouldn't give them up. It would have been nice to have a female around, especially for Sam. However, John had told her to mind her own business.

"So what does she need help with? So she moved back here, where?"

Sam wondered if Dean would help their aunt. "She didn't move back."

"We have to go there? Ah no, Sam. I don't like flying, and I ain't leaving my car."

"Dean, she's family, she needs us. Not like your car will cry if you leave her for a little while."

"How do you know? Do you plan to give me something to knock me out for the entire trip; for you know I don't do flying."

"You did once, and you survived it. My big brother Dean, isn't afraid of anything, remember?" Sam watched Dean pacing, and then stopped to put on his coat.

"Alright, but if we die, I am going to kill you."

"Okay, if we crash you can." Sam sat down for a moment, and pushed send; he had written the email earlier and was just waiting to send it. He knew the outcome of this little talk.

The boys went out to the car, as Sam wondered what Scotland would be like. He had never been there, and he thought it might be a good idea to do some research, as Dean drove.

Dean already knew who he could leave the car with, but he hated to leave his weapons. He wished his aunt would come to them. 'Yeah Dean, aunt Sarah would really like the backseat. But I wonder if the girls there are as hot as here? But I hate flying. Beam me up Scotty."