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Dean's Song

Chapter 8 – Bed & Breakfast

Alex continued to use her music to call the young man to her. She knew that he would be in a weakened condition due to the slow acting poison she had convinced Dean to give to him. By the looks of him, the poison was beginning to do its work. Once again, she paused, feeling guilt pull at her. She hated to see him suffer, but there was no other way for her to continue.

Sam walked up to Alex and looked at her, but unlike Dean, he seemed to pause as if he was trying to fight her spell. Alex moved closer and wove her spell tighter around the weakened young man. She would have to be careful…this one might be able to repel her…even now she could feel his mind trying to reject her.

"Come along…my house is not far…then you can rest." Alex spoke softly to the young man.

"Dean…I have to find Dean" Sam cried, trying to break through the sound that was filling his mind. He knew that he needed to fight…but he was so tired.

"Dean is waiting for you…I will bring you to him…follow me." Alex once again called to Sam, smiling as she watched the young man begin to follow her towards her home.

Sam followed, unable to resist any more. He never felt the pain from his leg, or the fever raging through his body…he just had to follow the beautiful young woman…she said she would bring him to Dean…he needed Dean.

An hour later, Sam approached the bed and breakfast. He looked at the beautiful woman calling to him, but something felt wrong. He knew that he shouldn't enter the house. He had to protect Dean…if he entered the house, he would put Dean in danger. Sam shook his head, trying to clear the music from his mind.

"NO…I won't come in…you can't make me!" Sam started to turn to return to the motel and Dean. But suddenly the music changed from coaxing to intense pain. Sam grabbed his head as he fell to the ground. He tried to push back, using his mind to reject the music, reject the pain…after a few moments, the pain began to subside and Sam could feel himself gaining control. As he stood on unsteady legs, he felt a sudden pain in his head as he fell to the ground unconscious.

Alex dropped the loose board that she had grabbed to hit the young man with. She had never had to resort to physical force before. She shook her head and marveled at the young man's abilities. It was too bad that he seemed immune to her charms…that meant his death would have to be painful. Unlike her other victims who had at least enjoyed the sensation until the very end, when she strangled them to get the final burst of life force from them.

Reaching down, Alex began to drag the young man into the house and into the basement. She quickly grabbed some rope and tied the young man to one of the posts in the basement. Double checking to make sure that the ropes were tight, she sighed. She needed to prepare for when the other would come…she knew he would come and she knew that he had figured out a way to block her song. A challenge, but not an impossible situation…she would just need to be ready.

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Dean woke and stretched, pulling the earphones from his head he looked over towards Sam's bed. "Sammy?" Dean called as he stood and headed to check out the bathroom…it also was empty. Dean walked towards the door and stopped, looking at the unlocked door. He knew that he had locked it last night.

Opening the door, Dean walked out into the morning light. "Sammy…Sammy…where are you?" Dean glanced around the parking lot and even checked the car…but there was no sign of his brother. Heading back into the motel, Dean grabbed his clothes and got dressed. He didn't know how, but he was sure that the Siren had Sam. They had been so concerned about him; they had neglected to make sure that Sam was also protected. "Damn it Sammy…I'm sorry" Dean mumbled as he headed to the trunk to get the things he would need.

Dean's first reaction was to rush to the bed and breakfast to find his brother. But he knew that he would be walking into a trap. By now the Siren would have figured out that he was able to block her musical spell. The problem was to figure out a way to get close enough to her to kill her without her being able to bind him with her music. Dean mulled over the problem while he loaded three pistols with consecrated iron rounds. He placed one in his coat pocket, another in his waist band and the last attached to a leg holster.

Dean got into the car and started the engine. He still wasn't sure how he was going to block her from hypnotizing him…his gaze went over to where his brother normally sat. The car felt empty without his little brother to fill it up. Dean sighed, he needed a plan, but for once, he was at a loss. Well, he could block his ears with something, but that would handicap him…a hunter uses all of his senses, including his hearing to detect danger. But to get to Sam, Dean would do whatever he had to do.

Dean pulled into the drug store and bought a pair of ear plugs. He hoped that they would do the trick. Putting the car in gear, Dean headed for the bed and breakfast.

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Sam groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. He was in a dark, cold place…probably a basement from the musty odor. He tried to move his arms and legs, but they were tightly bound. Sam shivered, he really was starting to feel sick. He could feel the fever in him raging, his stomach was beginning to cramp and his head ached. He growledas he felt the pain from his knee travel up his leg.

"What a mess!" Sam thought as he started to work on loosening the ropes that bound his hands. He couldn't remember how he got here, but he could only guess it had something to do with the Siren. He figured that he was the bait to get Dean to come to the woman. "Dean…use your head…don't come!" Sam said quietly, knowing that nothing would keep Dean from coming to get him.

Sam shook his head in frustration. Why did it always have to be Dean to the rescue? Once again Sam realized that his brother would always put himself in danger to protect him. He thought he had learned to live with it…but it was times like this that Sam felt the burden. If anything happened to Dean…he wasn't sure he could go on.

Sam heard movement at the head of the stairs. A doorway slowly opened and a beautiful young woman walked gracefully down the stairs. "Hello, my name is Alex…welcome to my bed and breakfast!"

"Why did you bring me here?" Sam asked as he watched the young woman walking towards him. He had to admit, she was beautiful…song or not, Dean would have been attracted to her.

"You gave me no choice; you were trying to keep my chosen one from me. I had to do something to bring him to me…you will be the bait in the trap." Alex touched Sam's face gently, almost in a soothing gesture.

"You'll never trap Dean…he's too smart to fall for this!" Sam groaned again as the cramps in his stomach started to get worse.

"I am sorry that you have to suffer, unfortunately your death will be a slow and painful one. The poison in your system is slow acting, but it will eventually kill you. If you would give in to my song, I could make it easier on you…you need not feel pain."

"No way…as long as I feel pain…I know I am alive…besides, why would I let you suck my life force from me…why do you do this?" Sam was trying to keep her busy…maybe if he could keep her occupied, Dean might have a chance.

"I wish…well, I guess that is what started my curse…a simple wish spoken to a local witch. I thought that she would help me attain my hearts desire…to have the love of my life return my feelings. He was so handsome, and he had great wealth. But I was not good enough for him…he could not marry beneath his station. So when the witch offered to give me the power to make him love me, I agreed." Alex stopped, a sob escaping her as she remembered the past.

"What happened?" Sam asked quietly.

"I never realized the price that would have to be paid…the curse. Oh I was able to use my voice to bind him to me, entice him into my bed. But with each kiss, he became weaker and weaker until he finally died. Since that time, I have been cursed with the hunger that will never be satiated…I can enjoy the companionship of a man for only a short time before he dies…doomed to be close to love, but never allowed to hold it for any length of time." Alex had tears sliding down her face.

"So why don't you stop…just stop!" Sam asked

"It's not that easy…I have tried, but the hunger is too great…I can't overcome the curse, no one can!" Alex turned from Sam and walked towards the corner of the basement.

"Alex…let us try to help you…my brother and I, we may be able to find a way to end your torment." Sam thought for a moment that he may have gotten through to the young woman. But then he saw her turn, all emotion gone from her face.

"No one can help me…it has been over 200 years since my one and only love died…I deserve what I got…I tried to take the easy way out…I am paying for my weakness and unfortunately, so will you and your brother…I truly am sorry!" Alex walked towards Sam and reaching into her pocket pulled out a rag. Leaning close to Sam, she placed the rag in his mouth and tied it tight.

"We can't have you shouting a warning to him now can we…don't worry, I'm sure your brother will be here soon!" Alex pulled a small pistol from her pocket and holding her finger to her lips indicated that Sam should remain quiet. She moved into hiding behind a stack of crates in the corner.

Sam struggled as his gaze flew to the stairs…he could see the door slowly opening and a boot clad leg stepping cautiously onto the first tread. Sam struggled against his bonds, trying to yell a warning "DEAN!"

Dean walked cautiously down the stairs, using his eyes to sweep the darkness, he saw a dark shape tied to a post in the center of the room. He could see the frantic look in his brother's eyes as he shook his head. Trying to peer deeper into the darkness, Dean searched for the cause of Sammy's distress. He knew that the Siren had to be here. Walking down a few more steps, Dean reached for his flashlight. As he showed the beam around the room, he saw a brief movement behind some crates in the corner…jumping down to the floor, Dean tried to make himself a smaller target. Moving carefully towards, Sam, he tried to put himself between his brother and the crates. Watching for any movement, he aimed his gun at the crates, ready to fire.

Dean approached the crates and carefully peered around the corner, but there was nothing there. Standing up, he turned to help his brother…he never heard the sound of the gun shot that spun him around as it hit him in the shoulder. Dean's gun flew from his hands as he hit the floor. A moment later, he felt something on top of him, reaching for his head. Dean tried to throw the woman off of him, but before he could react, the earplugs were torn from his ears and the music began to fill his head. As Dean felt the struggle leave him, he looked at Sam…"Sorry Sammy!"

TBC

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