A/N: I still can't get over how awesome "Nightmare" was and I can't wait for "Benders" this coming Tuesday! I can't wait to incorporate everything that's happened in the show in the next story. I'm sorry if you all feel it's been dragging on…I've been busy. But I hope you enjoy the chapters and thanks to all who review and thanks to all who express their extreme-liking of my series. ENJOY!

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Chapter Sixteen – A Successful Link

Tobias and Jezebel were now sitting on the floor. They were on their knees and facing one another. Even though their eyes were staring directly at each other, they seemed to be lost in some sort of trance. A strand of Tobias' dark hair covered his eye but he didn't care to push it away. Jezebel was breathing slowly and she continued to stare into her brother's eyes. The siblings said nothing. They breathed so gently, the question of whether or not they were breathing at all could come up. Their hands were resting against their flexed thighs.

The two never blinked.

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"Regular people can turn into Tempters. It's quite easy…and difficult. The one who is meant to be turned into a Tempter (or Temptress) must eat from the same heart that the Tempter must eat from in order to sustain immortality. After that…well…" Rod scratched his chin and sighed. "The Tempter…and the one who wants to be turned…must engage in intercourse."

"Sex." Dean said merely.

The room had grown quiet once again. The stories Rod told about Tempters and Temptresses were hard to understand. And to accept. The very fact that this sweet, kind, older man had once been a Tempter himself dumbfounded the others.

Missouri and John were now the ones who sat on the couch. Dean paced the room while Amy occupied the large sofa-chair; Sam sat on the very arm of the chair. He and Amy exchanged a glance and both peered at Dean who continued to walk in circles in the living room.

"To eat from a pure heart and to sleep with a Tempter, or a Temptress, is how many other Tempters and Temptresses come to be," Rod finished. "They're not as strong. They can never be as strong. But they are allowed to be immortal…" Rod continued to stand with his arms crossed over his chest. The old man sighed and turned his glance away from the group who started to process everything.

Rod sighed sadly. "I promise you…this Tempter and Temptress will think of this…they will want to turn Sam and Amy."

Dean whirled around at the older man. "Trust me, it's not happening."

Sam's nose flared. He tried: "So a Tempter is kinda like the vampire ordeal – blood sharing. Draining life directly, especially when supernatural forces are involved, can lead to immortality. Like the Wendigo-remember? Cannibalism allowed it to live an immortal life."

"Well, now that we had that oh-so-fun history lesson out of the way," Dean mocked as he stuck his hands roughly into the pockets of his jeans, "how can we find them?"

Rod shrugged and said, "More than likely – they'll be staying somewhere very nice and elegant. A rich hotel. Anything with luxury."

Dean crossed his arms over his chest and said, "Okay, here's the plan…Sam and I are going to go back downtown. We can take on hotel manager personas – whatever – we'll check out the nice establishments and see if can find Jezebel and Tobey."

"Tobias," Amy corrected.

Sam got up quickly and confronted his brother: "Dean, do you have any idea how long that could take?" He licked his lips and shook his head. "We can pretend to be health inspectors or whatever – but-"

"Apparently you're not getting this," Dean snapped into Sam's face. "This is the way it works, psychic boy-"

"It's not a good idea, Dean," Amy explained. "They're psychic…if Sam gets close to her, Jezebel with sense him and she and Tobias will be ready. If they even see the two of you, they'll run."

"What the hell are we supposed to do!" Dean threw his hands in the air in a frustrated way.

Amy shook her head and rubbed her forehead.

"Look," Missouri announced. She rose slowly to her feet and held her hands in defense. "We must be calm. Extreme emotional tension will give the Tempters an advantage of linking. We can't let that happen. We don't know for sure that these two will come after Sam and Amy. We don't know for sure if they'll try and turn them. Remember…whatever happens…you three go back home…Jezebel and Tobias will meet their fate. They will die. We must handle the situation with ease." The woman stared at Dean. "And boy, you must control your anger."

Dean shook his head angrily. There was no point in saying anything to her. She already knew everything going on in his head.

John rubbed his hands together anxiously and asked, "Missouri…Rod…what do you two think?"

Rod said nothing. Missouri sighed and said, "Stick together. If they try to get to Sam and Amy…" She stared at the two sadly. "And I promise…we'll make sure they won't…but we have to focus on another factor-"

"They will be searching for a candidate," Rod explained. The old man rubbed his hands together and said, "They need to find a heart. If I remember correctly…it's usually around this time of year when Tempters will search for someone who will help with their life-sustaining-ceremony…they'll search for someone young…virgin…we should focus on protecting whoever that poor soul may be."

"'Kay…" Dean thought aloud slowly. "Sammy, go get the candles…I'll grab the Ouji board…Amy start praying…maybe we can combine our psychic forces and-"

"DEAN!" Missouri shouted angrily.

Silence overcame the room once more.

Dean turned away angrily from the woman. His back was to the others as he stared out the window.

Sam turned to the others and said, "Despite Dean's skepticism, how exactly do we find out who, when, and where their little ceremony is supposed to take place?"

The way Missouri and Rod looked at each other during that moment told Sam that they were both unsure of how to do that.

John rested his face in his hands while Dean turned to everyone. He gave Sam and Amy a short glance before walking through the living room.

He disappeared into the hallway and the door slamming was sign that Dean was now gone.

Missouri stared sadly toward the floor. She was unsure of what to do or how to help. Rod placed a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder.

Amy was no longer in the room.

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He remembered walking down this very street. Dean and his friends used to walk through the back woods and occasionally smoke, hang out with whatever girlfriend they had during that week, or do the badass-talk.

His Timberland boots fell hard against the street as Dean stomped through his furious rampage. Fists clenched and cheeks sucked in, Dean was just an angry twenty-six-year-old man who appeared to be experiencing a ten-year-old tantrum.

It wasn't long before he heard the small steps of someone running from behind. He turned slightly but turned back on his path.

Amy ran up the street quickly, her dark blue hood and brown-red hair flying behind her and her hands stuck into her pockets. She limped slightly but fought with all her might to not show the pain.

Dean continued his walk and Amy was now at his side.

"Dean…" Amy whispered gently.

He didn't respond. He continued to walk but relaxed slightly by her presence.

"Dean-"

"What?" Dean asked gruffly as he turned toward her. Amy was surprised by the sudden movement and how loud his voice turned out to be. He gave her an apologetic stare before continuing his walk once again.

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Jezebel's bright green eyes opened. Her delicate lips curved into a smile and she waited for her brother to awaken from the trance.

His dark eyes stared into hers once Tobias had returned back to reality. He took a deep breath.

"Don't strain yourself," his sister warned. "We're almost there."

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Jezebel and Tobias were walking down the sidewalk of the downtown area. They passed several businessmen carrying briefcases and quickly entering taxi cabs.

It was only a second later and Jezebel was able to wave a cab toward her brother and she.

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Dean and Amy were now walking through the back woods of the neighborhood. He refused to say anything and Amy respected that. She continued to stay by his side but also viewed the familiar environment encircling the two of them.

The sun was out and light was streaming in through the leaves and branches. The old dirt path was clear besides the branch that seemed to be randomly there every ten steps.

Amy looked up at Dean once more.

Look at me…Amy thought sadly.

He turned to her slowly. "What?"

"Dean…" Amy tried again. "Calm down."

"I am calm."

He stepped over a fallen log and reached his hand out subconsciously to help Amy as well. She accepted his hand and stepped over safely. They continued to walk in silence, but now they strolled along the path hand-in-hand.

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Sam was sitting out on the back porch with his face buried in his hands. He sighed for several moments and attempted to take in deep breaths to stay calm. He tried to focus on Jezebel. He tried to see her face and remember the way she smiled. To his unfortunate luck, Sam had no idea of how to link to her.

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At least now that his hand was in hers did Amy feel slightly better about Dean. She didn't like that he wasn't talking much or even taking more than one glance at her. At least they had made progress.

They were on the same path when Amy smiled secretly to herself. She dropped Dean's hand quickly and he gave her an odd grin.

She turned to his back as he took a step forward and Amy playfully jumped onto his back. Dean was ready. His hands wrapped around himself to where he could support her. As Amy wrapped her arms around his shoulders, Dean adjusted Amy on his back by popping her up slightly and keeping his hands firmly on her thighs.

Dean made a moaning sound as if he were carrying something heavy. She smacked him on the arm and suddenly Dean was now running down the path. Amy laughed as Dean carried her and she brought her head down close to his.

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They came to a sudden stop and Dean took several deep breaths. He laughed, along with Amy, and Dean adjusted Amy once more around his back.

"Is this how it's going to be?" Dean chuckled. "I give you the silent treatment and you jump me?"

"Hey," Amy protested with a laugh. "I have an injured ankle."

Dean laughed and turned his head slightly so he could see her face. "And if I ever find the guy that I attacked you, I swear I'll-"

Amy attacked his mouth before he could say anything. Her lips crushed against his. Her tongue softly entered his mouth and Dean accepted fully. His eyes closed in celeste as Amy's hand reached up and stroked his chin while the couple kissed. She slowly pulled away and Dean and Amy's eyes slowly opened.

"What was that for?" Dean asked slowly.

She shrugged simply and replied, "I just want you to be happy."

He gave her a playful, grateful grin. Dean leaned up to kiss her quickly on the side of her mouth before he dropped her gently on her feet.

Amy pouted her lips at him and Dean smiled down at her. He held her hands in his and he lifted them toward his lips. He placed a small kiss on each hand and left his eyes on her.

She stared at him sweetly and Amy asked, "So…isn't the place you always took your little girlfriends?"

He stared around the trees and Dean let out a large smile. "Oh yeah, a lot of memories…"

Amy's eyes grew wide as she laughed at him. Dean pulled her close to him before Amy had time to turn away.

Their lips met once more. His hands were tight around her waist while hers rested gently on his chest. All fear and concern dissolved. All that was left were two young teens who were embracing hidden feelings. Dean reached up slowly to run his hand through her hair.

They had never kissed like this. Not since Christmas Eve. The other kisses had been sweet or playful. Of course each kiss had an important purpose. But it made them go back to Christmas Eve in Wendy Falls.

Her hand reached up as well and Amy wrapped her hand around Dean's head as she continued to kiss him.

The young teenagers disappeared and the twenty-six-year-olds were back. Their eyes opened slowly as their lips parted momentarily to regain breath. Dean licked his lips while Amy bit her lower lip. They stared at each other with a gentle glance.

Suddenly Dean scooped Amy in his arms. His muscular arms wrapped around her tiny body. He hugged her close to him while Amy was lifted several centimeters off the ground. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as Amy buried her face into his neck. They stayed in the same embrace for several seconds.

Dean closed his eyes as he too buried his face into her neck.

She stroked his back gently and Amy turned her head so her lips were near his ear.

"I know what you're scared of…" Amy whispered. "And I promise…it won't happen."

Dean whispered back, "How can you be so sure?"

Amy stroked the back of his head, her fingers combing through his dirty-blonde hair. She pulled back enough to where their foreheads were now touching.

"You're not going to lose us…" Amy assured. "I promise…I am always going to be here…no matter what…" Her eyes met Dean's. "And I promise I would never let anything happen to Sam…you and I both know that we would never let anything happen to him."

Dean sighed loudly and bit his lip.

"Dean…" Amy whispered. He stared back at her sadly. She gave him a small, hopeful smile and said, "We will all face challenges. And we have to be strong. No matter what."

Dean shook his head and gulped. "The idea of you and Sam being taken away-"

Amy grabbed Dean's face and forced him to kiss her quickly. They kissed only for a moment before she pulled away slowly.

"Remember what I told you back in North Carolina…" Amy muttered…

Amy was in the back seat of the Impala while Dean was kneeling before her. She told him: "A lot of things are going to happen in your life…and listen carefully…no matter what…take care of Sam…you both have each other…he's the most precious thing you can look after and the same goes for him about caring for you…here's another thing…in everything that you do…all the hunting and investigating and saving lives…remember what you're doing…are you doing this in an act of revenge and saving lives is just a plus…or are you doing this to bring good in the world…there's a difference between a vigilante and a hero…"

"Why are you telling me this…" Dean asked slowly. "I usually hate these sappy chick flick mom-"

"Dean," Amy said clearly. She gave him a small smile and whispered, "It's imperative that you know this for the rest of your life. I know you're going to end up the man I'd always know you'd end up to be…"

Dean nodded slowly.

"You and Sam are always going to have each other…I know you're terrified of losing him…I promise you, that's not happening…and I'll always be here too…" Amy reminded softly.

He sighed and reached up to touch her face. She smiled at him and Amy embraced Dean once more. Her hands clung to his back while Dean kept his arms around her shoulders.

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Missouri and Sam were sitting inside the house while Rod and John were out back.

"I know this can be frustrating, honey," Missouri whispered. "Your gifts will take time to grow."

"Why?" Sam asked. "I mean…Amy…she's so advanced…"

"Everyone is different," Missouri laughed. "I was probably five or six when I knew perfectly well of my abilities. People don't even realize they possess the gift until they're near the deathbed. You're special Sam. Give it time. Be patient."

The door was heard opening and moments later Dean was seen walking back inside.

"Cool off?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded and said, "Yeah."

"Amy?" his little brother asked.

Dean pointed back toward the door and explained, "Hanging around the front. She just wanted a minute outside to see the old neighborhood."

Missouri sighed and said, "I tell ya boys…I'm not sure what to do. There's no sure way of finding out who they're going to target and when this ceremony thing is supposed to take place."

"Is Rod not strong enough?" Dean asked.

"Perhaps not," Missouri sighed. "It's been a while for him…he can feel a link…but-"

"AMY!" Rod and John screamed as they reentered the house. The two men searched frantically through the living room.

"Dad, what is-" Sam started.

Dean was the first to bolt back for the door. Sam, John and Rod were close behind while Missouri was directly behind them.

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Dean ran out onto the yard and his eyes searched up and down the street. Amy was walking along the curb near toward the entrance of the neighborhood.

"Amy!" Dean yelled after her. She turned around quickly and Dean could see the odd look she was giving him. She waved her hands in the air questionably.

Sam, Rod, John and Missouri joined Dean on the yard and watched horrified as a taxi cab pulled quickly beside Amy.

Two arms reached out of the backseat and grabbed Amy quickly around the waist. She hadn't been able to react fast enough.

Tobias' hand wrapped quickly around her mouth with a white cloth clutched in his grip – the white cloth now stuffed between Amy's lips.

Dean was the first to run after the yellow vehicle. Sam, for just a moment, peered into the driver's seat and could see Jezebel blowing him a kiss.

The taxi cab whirled in the street and took off.

He continued to pump his arms and legs as Dean ran down the street. His eyes could see Amy's body rested unconsciously beside Tobias.

Things seemed to be moving slowly. Dean felt as if he couldn't run as fast. His legs and ankles were hurting. He continued down the street but saw the taxi speed down the main street. The yellow car disappeared and he could hear the tires squeal.

Amy…

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed! (Du-du-du…dramatic music)…Amy has been captured. Stay tuned for the next chapter that I intend on updating ASAP. Have a good week – new episode TOMORROW! 