See Chapter One for Disclaimers and Warnings.

Chapter Two, Past Haunts

Something was on the car, darker then the pitch-black night around them. It broke threw the windshield and attacked her mother ripping her throat out. Her dad flipped the car trying to get it off and it came to a halt right side up, the creature breaking threw the back window to try and get to Cyn. Then, when it couldn't reach her, hiding on the floor of the car it went after her father while he screamed for her to get out of the car, to run while he tried to fight it.

Adrenalin rushing she instinctively did as her father ordered turning just in time to see the large over sized black dog yank her father's head at an unnatural angle breaking his neck audibly. She couldn't help the scream that came up and ripped threw her throat like some living thing. The oversized black dog instantly turned towards the noise dropping her father's lifeless body for something clearly more interesting. It was at that moment that the car blew knocking her off her feet and when she rolled onto her back and looked up the black dog was atop her growling at her with gruesome looking fangs covered in her dead parent's blood.

Shooting up in bed Cynthia let out a strangled scream she managed to cut off panting harshly and pulling her legs up to her chest as she rocked herself. She tried to control her breathing hoping she hadn't woken anybody, looking over to the clock to realize she hadn't been asleep long it was only half past midnight. She jumped about a half a foot in the air at the soft knock on her door her bowie knife instinctively finding it's way into her hand.

She sighed deeply rolling her eyes at herself when Dean emerged threw the door in just jeans looking slightly disheveled but completely awake. She stuffed the Bowie back under her pillow and brushed her long hair out of her face motioning for Dean to sit on the foot of her bed.

"You heard." She stated more then asked pulling her legs back up to her chest.

"Yeah. You still have the nightmares?" Dean asked her.

"Sometimes, they come and go." She explained with a shrug.

"Guess it makes sense for them to be on the coming end during something like this." Dean replied.

"Yeah." She replied softly.

Abruptly for no reason what so ever she unexpectedly remembered all the nights she'd spent crying into her pillow because of this man. Sighing inwardly she tried to shake the thought from her head, not needing any reminders as to how much this man next to her had broken her heart. Not right now when she needed him here to help her and her friends. She tried to force the tears back but one slipped passed her control sliding down her cheek until Deans finger caught it and wiped it off.

"That's not because of the nightmare is it, Cyn?" Dean asked in a sad knowing voice.

"No." She said, the single word carrying more of her pain then she'd intended.

"I am eternally sorry that I hurt you, Cyn." Dean said, voice pleading for her to believe him. "Not just that drunken night but every night after that. I should have tried to let you know how sorry I was, how much of a fool I felt, how much I hate myself for what I did and was doing to you." He told her voice full of pent up emotion. "It was just that I was so worried about you that night, when I learned the spirit preferred female victims. I knew if I had told you why I wanted you to stay at the hotel you would have fought with me about it and argued…like you always did. So I ordered you, keeping the information to myself. Then when you showed up like you did, it scared the hell out of me. I got my ass kicked and you were nearly killed." Dean said rubbing his hands over his face and up threw his hair.

"All I could think about." He told her in a rough voice. "Was that I nearly lost you, and I kept thinking it was all because you hadn't listened. My fear turned to anger and my concern to stupidity when I added alcohol to the mix. I sent you away because I wanted to protect you and myself. Drunk as I was it all made perfect sense to me at the time. The only thing I will never try and justify about that night…is hitting you. There is no excuse for the way I acted all I can say is that it was only because I love you that I reacted like I did." Dean told her.

"Ironic isn't it?" She said with a sardonic chuckle looking off into space. "The only reason I didn't listen to you that night, the only reason that I followed after you? Was because of my feelings for you. I was too worried about you getting in over your head and losing you. So I guess we both messed up for the same reasons." She said smirking up at him as he pulled her into a hug and gave her forehead a chaste kiss. "But if you ever hit me again I'll kick the crap outta you and you'll never be welcome in my life again. And if you ever, ever make me cry myself to sleep at night for years on end again, I might just not survive." She said voice breaking as the pain of it overwhelmed her again.

She couldn't hold back the tears any more silent sobs shaking her frame completely beyond her control. Dean pulling her to his chest so he could hold her and rock her in his arms. She still fit so comfortably there, felt so right there despite his actions and their time apart. She fell asleep cuddling in his arms under the covers without thought feeling safe and protected from the demons of the real world and sleep.

The woods were thick and dark the headlamp he'd brought not providing Dean with much light to see the forest around him. He knew his father wouldn't approve of his actions hunting down a psycho killers body in the woods the spirit it's self was haunting, all alone at night. He'd tell Dean to take Cyn and search the place during daylight when it was safer. Only he didn't want to give the spirit a chance to find them tonight and kill Cyn in an effort to stop them from putting him down.

He knew the general area where the high activity was happening and had a general idea where the folks back in the late nineteen hundreds had thought the man had died. When another girl had gone missing in town when so many mangled corpses of missing girls had been found the town's men had put together a search party to go out into the woods at night. They'd gotten lucky and the girl's painful screams led them to the killer. According to the account in the old paper he'd found they hadn't made it in time to save the girl but had shot the man several times and left him for dead…and the animals.

Several body's had been found in the woods recently a total of six and half were men who he believed had wondered too far at night and trespassed into what the spirit considered his territory. The girls he believed were the ones the spirit had hunted down purposefully for the enjoyment of it. They had all met the M.O. of the killer when he was alive, young pretty with long hair and no family. Cynthia was a little too much of a fit for Dean's comfort and he didn't want her anywhere near these woods.

He knew she was upset when he left her, that they would probably fight when he got back. He also knew they would make up soon after that and she'd pamper him if he was injured before they had some great make up sex. He smirked to himself as he walked, that was the best part about their fighting, making up later. Shaking his head at himself Dean forced himself to stop thinking about Cynthia and focus back on what he was doing.

The dowsing rods in his hands still hadn't moved to indicate he'd encountered human remains in the ground under his feet. The light on his forehead barely illuminated the forest around him only his hands and a bit of the ground at his feet. He'd been at it now for an hour and he knew the longer he took the more likely it was Cyn would worry. He had a downhill slope to his left bushes and trees about six feet in front of him the hill to his right continued up about fifteen feet the vale he was near the end of was about thirty feet long and ten feet wide.

He was just about near the end of the vale and needed to figure out which direction he wanted to go in next. He was about three feet from the end of the vale when he felt a great force lift him up and throw him back about ten feet. He landed on his duffle bag the spare shotgun and flashlights digging unforgivingly into his back along with the shotgun hanging from a strap over his other shoulder. He rolled painfully to his feet shaking his head to try and clear it, when he looked up he saw a man standing over at the end of the vale he'd been approaching.

The man was wearing old-fashioned cloths from the right period, a cold gleeful look in his eyes as he slowly walked towards Dean. That was when Dean registered the sound of footsteps running towards them threw the woods. Thanks to his father's training he had his shotgun out and leveled on the ghost in half a second pulling the trigger and making him scatter. He turned just as Cynthia ran out of the woods towards him looking slightly flushed flashlight in hand and shotgun over her shoulder.

Even in the dark of the forest he could see how beautiful she was with tanned skin and chestnut hair that glowed in the sunlight. She had on her black ridding leathers that showed off her hourglass figure and biker boots. Her hair was back and she didn't have a spec of makeup on but she still took his breath away at first sight. He didn't have time to undress her in his mind and caress her skin with his eyes now though, he had to push all that inside and let the anger find its way threw.

"What are you doing here? Get the hell outta hear Cyn, now!" Dean cried taking hold of her shoulders and shaking her.

"I can't let you do this alone!" She cried frustration clear in her voice.

He opened his mouth to say something, what he wasn't sure but something that would get her to walk or better yet run out of these woods. Suddenly he was thrown back again to the end of the vale right into the bushes at the base of the tree's. He stood up but had to throw himself back down when a large boulder came flying at his head nearly braining him. He still managed to see Cynthia struggling in the spirit's grasp trying to level her shotgun on it when it was ripped from her hand and flew out of sight.

He couldn't hit the spirit from this distance and moved to push himself to his feet so he could get closer when he felt it. Under his left hand he felt something long hard and smooth grabbing it he lifted it up using his lighter since the light on his head was out. His eyes widened at the sight of the bone and he was up in a flash grabbing the salt and his spare flashlight from his duffle bag.

He forced himself to ignore the sounds of Cyn fighting with the spirit behind him knowing his and her best chance was to put the ghost down for good. He salted the bones before dousing them in lighter fluid and lighting them up. With one last angry yell Cliff Anders' spirit was put to rest for good the figure Cyn was fighting with crumbling to ash as he turned. All Dean could remember was his shaking hands as he forced himself to look once at Cyn before making for the car, knowing he couldn't talk to her now.

The drive to the hotel and the bar were all a blur until he stumbled into their room slamming the door behind him. He remembered calling her stupid and kicking her out his alcohol charged brain not thinking straight. He remembered what she said about his mother and the anger he'd felt all night found an outlet slipping past his control and before he'd known what had happened she was picking herself off the hotel room floor.

It was at that moment he'd sobered up and he saw it again and again in slow motion like a looped tape, the sound of his flesh hitting hers an added detail he hadn't needed. Before he could move she had her bike loaded up and started, he could remember the sound of it sputtering to life drawing him out of his dumbfounded state of shock. He'd run out and called to her before he could think twice about it but she didn't even seem to hear him as she speed down the road and out of his life.

But as always in this dream that moment of sobriety never came and she never got a chance to get up off that carpet floor. Some uncontrollable raged overtakes him and he's suddenly straddling her fighting form choking her while she tried to pull him off. He always strangles her into unconsciousness in the dream before leaning down and kissing her brushing the hair lovingly out of her face. It's when he starts to cuff her hands together when he begins to pull out of the nightmare recognizing it for just what it was.

Dean woke up to the smell of a home cooked breakfast his stomach rumbling and his bladder telling him sleeping longer was not an option. That was fine with him his dreams were not that bright at the moment. Sitting up in bed gingerly (due to the still healing wounds from the point blank shot of salt rock thanks to his brother) the events of the night before ran threw his mind and his hand absentmindedly caressed Cyn's empty side of the bed. He'd never dreamed he'd be lucky enough to spend the night in bed with her again lack of sex or not.

After a trip to the bathroom, Dean dressed and made his way downstairs to find Sammy and Kimmie already up and eating. He and Cyn shared a meaningful glance before everyone said good morning and he sat down with a plate. After finishing her own plate Cyn went upstairs to wake up Maria for breakfast before it got cold. He was just wolfing down the rest of his breakfast when he heard the scream from upstairs.

"Noooooooo!" Cyn cried out in an agonized voice.

Despite his shorter legs Dean was leading his brother up the stairs and into the spare room Maria had stayed in. They all stopped at the foot of the bed to find Cyn cradling Maria's lifeless body sobbing. Dean and Sammy exchanged a glance clearly concerned that whatever it was could kill under the same roof as them without anything suspect being noticed. Also, it was clearly picking up speed and they needed to kill it before someone else died, like Cyn.

Cyn ran into Dean's arms while Sammy gave Maria a quick once over looking for anything suspicious, making note that the handprint bruise was gone from her throat. Dean led her and Kimmie out of the room and downstairs where they could call the cops and wait while he and Sammy took advantage of being first on the scene to look for clues. After not finding anything telling, he and Sammy agreed they needed to check out the local library to find out about the area's history.

After a brief hesitation the girls reassured them they'd be fine and he and Sammy headed out. They stopped for some coffee and made their way for the stacks. This was Dean's least favorite part of hunting but he wouldn't let it detour him in this case. He had to help Cyn he couldn't allow himself to let her down ever again.

Cyn stood at the door waving at Kimmie as she pulled out onto the road in her car about a half hour after the authority's left with Maria's body. Kimmie wanted to take care of a few things at home and pick up a few necessities until this was all over. So Cyn focused on cleaning, not letting herself fall apart yet she'd have plenty of time later but not yet. Breakfast cleaned up quicker then she'd expected so she started dinner throwing a roast in the oven with some veggies and she slowly made her way upstairs to clean up the room had Maria died in.

Heart in her chest as she walked into the room noticing the little bits of her friend scattered about. Some of her jewelry on the dresser and hair stuff, some makeup and cloths along with her overnight bag scattered about. Cyn's eyes filled with tears and she sucked in a shuddering breath, as she fully absorbed the thought that her friend was truly gone. Maria Santiago was gone, she could never call her on the phone and talk to her again could never see her innocent smile again.

Cyn picked up the pillow Maria had slept on and lifted it to her face inhaling faint traces of vanilla from Maria. Cyn wrapped her arms tightly around the pillow sitting heavily on the bed while she sobbed into it. If only she had just called Dean the night she hadn't been able to get John, Maria might still be alive today. If she'd swallowed her stupid pride and put her past with Dean aside they might've been able to stop this thing before anyone else died.

Guilt weight on her heavily as she sat the sobbing into the pillow that muffled her sobs. Finally Cynthia gathered control of her self, wiping her tear streaked face, she'd have plenty of time to break down later, after they killed this thing. Gathering Maria's things together in her overnight bag Cynthia left it on the dress and went about stripping the bed. She sent the bed sheets down the laundry shoot before deciding she couldn't face the room anymore.

Going to her room she decided the best thing for her would probably a nice long hot shower. She was tired and worn down with all the deaths and her emotional outburst. Brushing her hair out in front of her vanity, she stripped and threw the cloths into the laundry hamper. Turning around for the bathroom Cynthia let out a scream as she found a very attractive equally naked large man standing at attention in front of her (and she wasn't just talking about his posture).

It took her a split second to realize just what was happening and she ducked out of his reach when he moved for her trying to get to the bedroom door. His impossibly strong immovable arm wrapped around her waist and threw her back towards the bed. She barely managed to miss the bed but it cost her, making her trip over the frame painfully.

Rolling she tried to squirm away from him only to have him grab her ankle and yank her back under him. She hissed painfully at the feel of rug burn on her ass and shoulders from that move and punched the guy square in the face only managing to hurt her hand and barely make him flinch. He backhanded her and picked her up around the middle with one arm tossing her onto the bed.

She moved to roll off the bed only to find her self pinned suddenly under the man's hard body, Cyn struggled desperately under him. She lost ground during the fight whimpering when her knees where pinned open and she felt him forcing himself inside of her crying out in soul deep denial. Her mind was fighting against the shock of his invasion not having expected it despite the circumstances.

She could feel him moving inside of her a hand securely over her throat pinning her to the bed while the other caressed her body boldly. It felt like she was pinned that way forever when he suddenly forced her mouth open with his own and she felt a sharp burning tugging inside of her. The fire ripped throughout her nerves feeling something essential giving inside of her painfully.

Then it changed the burning filling her up, overflowing inside of her so hot she couldn't see or feel or sense anything but it. Something alien and so cold it burned hot inside of her raping her deeper then any man ever could. She couldn't hear it but she let out an agonized scream filled with anguish before blackness finally claimed her. The last thing she was aware of was the thing withdrawing from her his icy cold hand caressing her face as he whispered in her ear.

"My love."

Cyn woke in the fetal position on her bed freezing cold and feeling ill. It took a moment for what happened to sink in and she ran naked into the bathroom to empty her stomach. Shaken and shaky she stepped into the shower stifling her tears and instincts. She wanted to stay in the shower for hours scrubbing her skin raw and sobbing, but she only allowed herself to clean off quickly while the silent tears slid down her cheeks mingling stubbornly unnoticed with the water.

Dressing in thick jeans and a big baggy sweater Cyn ran downstairs with a diary she'd found in Sandy's box grabbing her phone. She dialed Kimmie her stomach sinking with a sick feeling when first her cell phone and then her home phone just rang on, until the answering machine picked up for the third time in a row. Heart pounding she dialed Dean's cell phone her hand shaking making her grit her teeth in annoyance. She didn't have time to fall apart now she had plenty of time for that later.

"Dean." He said curtly into the phone seeming both pleased an annoyed by this distraction.

"D-Dean." She said stuttering as she tried to speak, shaking her head in frustration. "You guy's need to get to Kimmie's right now. She went home to pick up a few things. He-He came for me Dean, and I think he's going for Kimmie right now. You have to help her." She said forcing the words out as quickly as she could.

"Shit! Sammy! Leave. Now! We are going. Cynthia, are you all right? Tell me the truth." Dean asked in a deeply worried voice.

"No, Dean, I'm not alright. They never told me, none of them. I didn't know what to expect. Dean, he raped them. He-he raped me." She said voice shaking. "Just please hurry." She pleaded.

"Son of a! We will Cyn I swear. I'll be there soon." He promised before she gave him directions and they hung up.

Hands still shaking she hung up the phone as she picked up Sandy's diary flipping to the last pages and starting to read. She didn't know if she should feel angry or sad as she read and her fears were confirmed. Sandy had been raped too, each time. Too ashamed and embarrassed she kept it secret just like the others must have.

Fifteen minutes later she was sitting at her bar with a glass of vodka from the freezer sipping liberally. The phone rang and she dashed for it praying that it wasn't to confirm her fears about Kimmie.

"Dean?" She asked when she picked up the phone.

"No, it's Sam, I'm calling from Kimmie's. You were right but she's okay. Deans continuing up to you while I stay here and drive Kimmie back up." Sam explained to her.

"Alright Sam, thanks. I'll see you soon." She told him before hanging up the phone and going back to her drink. She sat their time slipping by unnoticed as she tried to keep her mind off so many things.

She heard the Impala pulling to a screeching stop and jumped out of her chair to meet Dean. He must have jumped out of the car before it stopped moving as quickly as Dean was up the stairs and in the front door. All she cared about was that he was there and that his arms were wrapped around her keeping her safe again. She pushed back her tears and fears knowing he was going to want to talk to her about what happened.

He led them carefully towards the couch sitting down with her in his lap his arms wrapped safely around her. He sat there for a moment holding her tightly arms shaking from emotion her head tucked under his chin. He just sat there rocking them both for a long quiet moment giving her the support that she need most at the time.

"Are you alright baby?" Dean said hoarsely in her ear. She shook her head into his shoulder unwilling to trust her voice yet as she clutched onto him. "Can you tell me about it?" Dean asked her in an apologetic voice.

"I-I think so." She replied unsurely. "I was upstairs, getting ready to take a shower. I turned around after stripping and he was just a few feet from me, naked. He was strong too, and fast, I tried to fight him off but I think he was just playing with me. Like it was foreplay for him." She said her voice shaky she could feel Dean tensing under her as he listened to her story.

"While he was in…raping me, something happened. It was like he was sucking the life outta me. He had me pinned down to the bed his hand on my throat while he kissed me. Only he wasn't kissing me to kiss me, it was so he could…feed. It felt like a burning tugging inside of me ripping threw my nerves but then it reversed it self and it started to fill me up. It was overwhelming me, I couldn't even feel him on top of me anymore and I started to black out. The last thing I remember is what he said to me, 'my love' before I was out cold." She finished with a shrug looking up at him with tear stained eyes.

"Are you going to be alright?" He asked her with worry filled eyes.

"No. Dean, he raped me in my bed. In my room. I couldn't fight him off. I-I couldn't…I-I tried but I couldn't Dean." She cried finally letting go and sobbing brokenly into his shoulder as he rocked her.

"Well I'd say I felt insulted he skipped the hearts and flowers bit but he's already raped me." Kimmie said later when Cyn had told her what happened. "And the part where that sucking sensation reversed and overwhelmed you? He didn't do that to me, babe." She said shaking her head. She was sitting next to Cyn on the couch sipping on vodka in a pair of gray sweats the only change in Kimmie the cloths, she was still her perky self more or less and Cyn envied her that.

"So your attacks were different?" Sam asked from the table at the laptop he and Dean brought.

"Yep." Kimmie told him. "No decorations of love afterwards and the whole life sucking reversal overwhelming bit, didn't happen with me." She recounted for him with a shrug.

"Hey a timer just went off in here." Dean said poking his head out of the swinging kitchen door.

"Oh! My pot roast!" Cyn said jumping up and running into the kitchen after he poked his head back inside.

"Smells great." Dean said from where he stood at the oven pulling it out.

"Thanks." She said smiling before stopping short.

The same overwhelming burning sensation hit her from before and she sucked in a breath sharply hissing as she did. She doubled over from pain before her feet buckled and she hit the floor hard, hearing Dean cry out her name in alarm. She looked up when she felt him beside her confusion heavy in her eyes as she tried to force words out around the pain.

"Dean, it's happening again. It hurts." She whimpered feeling it flash threw her stronger then before. Awareness was ripped from her and she didn't hear her own agonized scream as she was claimed by the darkness.

He was standing before her naked and hard again a circle of fire around them, symbols drawn on his flesh in blood. Her hands shook as everything inside her told her to run but there was nowhere for her to run too. And she was keenly and shockingly aware that this was all in her head. This thing that had attacked her and killed two of her friends had formed some kind of mental link with her.

There was nothing she could do to save herself, Cyn knew that instinctively, she felt it. She was even more helpless here then she had been in reality fighting the thing off her. Fear burned threw her threatening to send her into a panic that she pushed away by force of will alone. She might be helpless and more or less alone here but panicking wasn't going to help her at all. Cyn could hear John Winchester's voice in her head telling her 'Turn your natural fear and panic of these things, and use it against them. Allow it to fuel your fight, but never to weaken your mind'.

The man-like creature didn't say anything to her Cyn didn't hear anything at all, not even the roar from the circle of fire around them. Cyn could feel him though, she feel how much he wanted her, literally burned for her. She could feel he wanted her and intended to have her…that this was all the beginning of something he had planned, just for her. He planned to have her as his and intended to kill everyone she had left around her until he did.

Cynthia sat up with a scream instantly fighting the person who had their arms around her until she saw it was Dean. He held her and rocked her while she cried into his shoulder trying to shake the feeling of helplessness from her dream out of her mind. Suddenly she felt sick, like she was going to vomit and she moved quickly for the bathroom to get rid of what was left of her lunch.

"Cyn? Tell me what's going on?" Dean asked her as he handed her a cup of water to rinse her mouth out with when she was done. After rinsing her mouth out she moved back to the bed and sat down heavily.

"That thing wants me. I think he's making me like him. He was in my head it was like a dream but wasn't. He intends to kill everyone around me and make me into whatever the hell he is. I felt him sharing it with me…what he feeds off of, that first time here and then in the kitchen it was happening again. Now I feel ill and cold my head is heavy and I feel like I have the worst hangover of my life." She complained laying back down.

She sat back up when she realized she was in her room, back on the same bed she'd been raped on.

"Dean, I can't stay in here." She said getting up off the bed. "I can't even stand the sight of it right now." She said shakily. It was more then that though now, she wasn't even sure if she was going to be able to continue living there in the long run.

"Good thing my room isn't far." Dean said with a smirk giving her a hand to help her trying to hide the fear he was feeling but she could see it in his eyes. Dean led her into his room tucking them into bed together before turning off the lights sighing she cuddled deeply into his arms feelings safe and secure. She felt his hand soothing small circles on her back as she drifted off soothed by the sounds of his heartbeat and breathing.

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