A/N: This is finally the "M" rated chapter, rated for sexual content and attempted rape. You have been warned.

Alexemata: Witches, huh? mmmmmmm, hehe, you're gonna have to wait and find out! p.s. This chap should wake you up.

CrazyDisaster: Glad you liked it ;) ...makes me wish I was a bubble, huh?

vinsmouse, Moonfairyhime and wild wolf free17: thanks for reviews, here you go!

Chapter Four: Of Curses and Kisses

Sam opened the door of the bathroom onto a nightmare. On the floor in front of him lay Dean, dressed only in a pair of jeans, as if he had been attacked before getting fully dressed. He lay on his side on the far end of the living room, ropes wrapped around his chest and his arms tied behind his back.

"Dean!" Sam cried and tried to lunge for his brother.

"Sammy! Look out!" Dean yelled, and Sam stopped in his tracks and started to whirl around, having sensed someone behind him. Before he could begin the turn a knife was pressed to his throat, forcing him to stand still or get his throat cut. He straightened up, holding his hands out to his sides to indicate submission. As he did so, three shapes started to coalesce in front of him. The first was a stunningly beautiful blond with hair that reached her waist, dressed in a lacy gown of white silk. The second was a shorter woman whose hair was jet black and curly, framing a heart shaped face, spilling over voluptuous breasts hidden only by the thinnest of gauzy linen. The third was long legged and slender, her long brown hair flowed past her shoulders, and she too, was dressed in a thinly draping negligee. All three had an unearthly beauty and sensuality that overwhelmed the young Winchester. He found his jaw dropping open, and struggled to retain his composure, swallowing convulsively. The knife at his throat helped.

"Oh, God," Dean whispered. "Succubi."

Suddenly it all fell into place. The weariness that the men, and Sam, fought was caused by the Succubi feeding on them as they slept. Sam would continue to grow weaker as they fed, until he had nothing left to give, or in this case, until they got too pissed off and attacked him first. By disturbing the graves, the two brothers had alerted the Succubus and her followers to their plans, and warned them, so the demons had made the next move. As Sam had taken his shower, a knock had sounded on their door. Answering it, Dean had opened the door to a beautiful young woman with mid-length blone hair who said her name was Anna. Shocked, he had tried to shut the door, but the other three Succubi slipped behind him and distracted him. The next thing he knew Anna had tied him up on the floor, and Sammy was yelling his name.

Now looking up at his little brother, he could only voice encouragement as Sam was surrounded by the four seductresses.

The forms of the Succubi solidified as they edged closer to Sam, touching his arms, his chest, and running their fingers through his thick brown hair. One had hold of his right arm, and another held his left, and Annabella still had the knife to his throat. The beauty with the long blond hair, Eleanor, stood in front of Sam, pressing her body against his as he tried to back away and only succeeded in pressing himself closer to Annabella, who purred her pleasure.

Eleanor spoke, a gentle, reassuring voice, "It's OK, my dear, my love. We're here, we'll protect you, keep you safe."

Sam jerked when he heard that voice; it was the voice from his dreams. They had been in his dreams for over a week, draining him, weakening him, and he hadn't even realized it!

"Oh, my gentle Sam, my lover, our lover..."

The words kept drifting over his mind as their hands roved over his body, touching him, caressing him. Their fingers massaged his arms and his shoulders, and as his head fell back, the knife withdrew, replaced with a lightly gliding hand that slid from his neck down his chest and over his abdomen to the half-fastened jeans that seemed woefully pitiful protection.

"Sam, Sammy, don't give in! Sam, WAKE UP!" Dean hollered.

Sam's eyes fluttered and he dragged his head up, looking dazed. His eyes slowly focused on Dean lying on the floor.

"...no, no stop..." he muttered, trying to fend off the ravenous hands. "No, no, no, no, NO!"

He grabbed a pair of arms and threw them off of him; Annabella raised the knife again and as Sam staggered forward, she slashed it down across his left shoulder and back.

He screamed as he fell, the agony of the wound and the rush of blood shattering the rest of the spell that had held him in thrall. He clutched his arm to his side as he tried to crawl to Dean, but Annabella pounced on him again, yanking his hair so fiercely that the long line of his throat was exposed, and then flipped him over onto his back. Sam moaned in pain as his back and shoulder made contact with the floor. She straddled his trim waist and held the knife against his chest, madness glinting in her eyes.

"You can't leave us, my love, my Sam...You belong with us."

The other Succubi drifted closer and decended on Sam's prone body, pinning his legs and arms to the floor. He started to shake his head in denial but Annabeth tossed the knife, grabbed his head in her hands and kissed him deeply, forcing her tongue into his mouth. The others carressed his arms and naked chest, squeezed his legs, and kissed what skin they could reach. Sam moaned again, but this time it wasn't in pain.

Annabella slid down Sam's body, trailing kisses to his abdomen, and wriggled her way between his legs. She scratched her nails down his chest, causing Sam to arch his back and gasp, caught the edge of his jeans and began to pull them down when his hands suddenly caught hers. He twisted his hips and tossed her off of him; the pain in his back had brought him back to his senses.

"Dean, help me!" Sam cried as he looked up at his brother from his twisted position on the floor. Then his breath seemed to catch in his throat and choke him, his eyes rolled back into his head, and his body convulsed. Dean jerked his gaze to the Succubi and saw one raise her head, her mouth opened in a silent scream, and he could see the long fangs where her teeth should have been. She reared back and plunged her fangs into Sam's chest, as the other three curled their bodies around him and fed from his neck, his side, and his wrist.

Dean wrestled with the ropes even harder. When Annabella had tossed the knife, the twit hadn't paid attention to where she threw it, and it had landed right in front of Dean's nose. By the time Sam had tossed her off he had wriggled around and caught the knife and was halfway through the ropes. Sam's desperate cry for help made Dean pull even harder and suddenly, he was free!

Staggering to his feet, Dean dived for his hunting equipment. Raising the shotgun, he fired at the Succubi, hoping like hell he wouldn't hit Sammy. Shrill, angry screams erupted from the women as he pulled the trigger again and again. The three insubstantial Succubi disintegrated, and Dean switched to the revolver as Annabella charged at him. The gun was loaded with silver shells, but they would kill her just as dead as lead. He fired point blank, and Annabella dropped like a stone. Grabbing the container of salt from the bag, he hurried over to Sam's limp body and quickly cast a protective circle around them both. Only when it was completed did he draw a deep breath and look down at his brother's body.

TBC...oooh, how I hate those three letters! (Evil grin)