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And thanks to Windyfontaine, wild wolf free17, Mystery, DemonicDragon666 and GuestTypePerson for the reviews! You make my fingers dance, so here is Chapter 5.

Chapter 5: Demons Within

Dean gasped as he looked at Sam's pale body. There were bite marks on his upper chest, abdomen, neck and wrist where the damnable seductresses had bitten him and started to feed. Blood flowed in tiny rivulets to merge with the slowly growing pool underneath his body, caused by the slash from Annabella's knife. Sam's breathing was shallow, but it was a relief to Dean to realize that his brother was still breathing.

Dean was torn though. He needed to get the blood stopped, but he also needed to get rid of the demons. He knew they were still in the building, possibly waiting for him to breach the protective circle he had cast around himself and Sam. It didn't take him long to decide.

'Screw it,' he thought. 'Sam comes first.'

With that he swept away a section of the salt, stepped over it, and quickly resealed it behind him. At least Sam would still be protected if the Succubi returned. He ran through the halls, racing down the stairs and banging the doors in his haste, uncaring if anyone heard him. He reached the Impala and popped the trunk, cursing the decision to leave the first aid kit in the car. He retrieved it and an extra bag of supplies, slammed the trunk with a wince and an apology, and raced back into the building, up the stairs and down the hall, almost exploding back into their room.

The three black sentinels watched his entire marathon with their calm feline eyes, sitting as they were on the railing of the stairs and having an unobstructed view of the halls, stairs and front doors. As one, they rose from their perch, stretched, and hopped down onto the floor. They flowed down the hall in Dean's wake like a furry midnight wave coming into shore. As they walked, a fourth cat trailed after them, but this one was almost double the size and completely white.

Dean sprinted into the room and hurried to Sam's side. He hadn't moved a muscle. Erasing part of the salt circle, he reclosed it a second time, this time making it large enough for the rest of the supplies he brought. He hurriedly opened the first aid kit and set out bandages and antiseptic, his gaze darting around continuously for intruders. He grimaced at the thought of having to move Sam, but knew there was no choice; the blood was still seeping from the wound on his back. Dean lightly slapped Sam's face to try to rouse him, but there was no response.

'Hope he stays out of it, for this anyway,' Dean thought to himself. The longer Sammy was unconcious, the more Dean worried, but if it saved Sam some pain, then he was partially glad.

Dean put his hands under his baby brother's shoulder and waist, and gently turned him onto his side, eliciting a soft moan. The blood had pooled under his body, covering his entire back, but Dean could easily see the nasty slash that ran from high on his left shoulder down just to the right of his spine, halfway down his back. The eldest Winchester removed three extra large gauze pads from their wrappers and placed them over the wound, then put the towel that he had used after his shower over that, thankful that he had happened to throw it on the floor where Sam had collapsed. He rolled Sam onto his back again, hoping that his body weight would be pressure enough to stem the bloodflow.

Dean now turned his attention to the bites. He had to cleanse them, not only with peroxide, but probably with Holy Water too, since the bites came from demons.

Just at that moment, the Succubi returned, but this time there were four ethereal bodies. Annabella had joined her sisters in death.

"Aw, hell!" Dean yelled, and then yelped as a hand closed on his wrist. He thought for a moment that he hadn't closed the circle entirely, but as he looked down, the wonderful eyes of his brother looked back at him.

"Sam! You're awake! Are you OK?" 'Dumb question, Dean!' he thought to himself.

"Dumb question, Dean," Sam rasped.

'Sammy, you gotta stop doing that,' he thought. Out loud: "You'll be fine, Sammy, but I gotta deal with our unwanted lady-friends,"

"Unwanted ladies...you? That's a...a first," Sam mumbled.

Dean only grinned at the attempted humor as he prepared for battle. He watched as the four apparitions flowed into the living room, solidifying into the breathtakingly beautiful young women he had seen before. Unnoticed by him, however, were another four inhabitants who entered the room. The quartet of cats slunk silently around the edges of the room, baleful eyes turned toward the demons and the hunters.

Dean clutched the shotgun, knowing he wouldn't be able to banish the Succubi. First, there were no bones to salt and burn; secondly, there was no way he could bind the spirits to the house and then purify it without Sammy's help. The only thing he could do was wait for dawn and hope that the Succubi would loose their power.

Sam had closed his eyes as his head lolled to the side, and then he felt a presence. Opening sluggish lids, he strained to focus. Directly in front of him crouched Salem, the cat that had used him for a pillow on their first night in the Bed & Breakfast. Salem's eyes glowed with a fascinating light to Sam's muddled thoughts, and then he saw two other ebon felines join them. They looked at Sam intently, then the three glided in unison to one of the walls of the living room, where they sat and stared at him. Sam had a feeling they were trying to tell him something, but then again, it could have just been the blood loss messing with his brain.

The Succubi swirled around the edges of the circle, clearly dissappointed that they couldn't get the two Winchesters to play with them. They swayed and teased, running their hands over their bodies as they tried to get Dean to break the salt circle.

"Sammy, Sammy, can you hear me?" Dean said softly.

"Yeah," he whispered and coughed.

"I can hold them off for a while, and hopefully they'll dissappear with dawn, but we gotta figure out how to get rid of them. Without the bones..."

And something clicked inside Sam's head. The few times that he had fallen asleep at the B&B and had the nightmare about the Succubi, he had awakened and seen Salem watching him, only to trot off when Sam was fully awake. 'Almost as if... Almost as if he were protecting me?' Sam thought.

He looked at the cats and could have sworn he saw the big one nod.

"Dean," he said. "You're gonna think I'm crazy, but..."

He didn't get a chance to finish as the white cat flew into the trio, claws bared and spitting in rage. The three sentinels were momentarily caught off guard, but responded instantly, their razor sharp claws and teeth flashing as they attacked the alabaster intruder. Screams cut the air as they fought, and Dean watched in surprise, having not noticed them until this particular moment. The fight was fierce, but short, and the white cat fled.

The Succubus that was Eleanor paled (if a ghost can pale, that is) and brought her hand to her chest, as if wounded, and looked at her sisters in alarm. Dean was still fixated on the cats, but Sam noticed Eleanors brief falter.

"Dean, Dean, the wall," Sam forced out.

"Huh? What?"

"The wall, the bones...are in...the wall," he gasped, and then passed out.

'God Sammy, I hope you're right,' his brother thought, 'Cause if you're not,we're gonna have one helluva hotel bill.'

Dean pumped round after round into the wall that the cats had been sitting in front of before they scattered. Bits of wood and paneling rained down in a dirty cloud, and when the dust settled he could see the tell-tale ivory of bones strewn among the debris on the floor. The Succubi screeched in fury as Dean tossed salt over the bones from his protected spot in the circle, then tossed a lighter and crouched over Sam as the bones erupted in a ball of flame.

TBC...again. Aren't I evil?Muahahahaha