A/N: Every wonder why that waitress in Tampa was the dumbest thing Dean and Beth have ever done? You're about to find out why!

Oooh I get so high
When I'm around you baby
I can touch the sky
You make my temperature rise
You're makin' me high

Can't get my mind off you
I think I might be obsessed
The very thought of you
Makes me want to get undressed
I wanna be with you
In spite of that my heart says
I guess I want you too bad

All I want is
Moonlights, with you there inside me
All night, doin' it again and again
You know I want you so bad
Baby, baby, baby, baby

HOT NIGHTS IN TAMPA
(approximately 4 years ago - 9 months into their relationship)

Tampa, Florida

"Come to Miami! I'll show you around the town, you'll love it!" Jefferson's invitation was quickly accepted when John announced he was taking off for a week or more to visit with Cole. Dean and I had nothing else on, so we'd jumped in the Impala for a much needed vacation. We were currently half way there, and had decided to stop over in Tampa when we saw a busy bar full of happy party-goers.

"Well this looks like fun," Dean commented, grinning at all the scantily clad women standing around. There was a crowd over spilling into the street and I nodded.

"I feel like dancing, you are going to dance with me right?" I asked with a cheeky grin, leaning over to kiss him.

"Hmmm, I'll think about it," he teased and then inched the Impala past the bar and down the road a bit, looking for somewhere we could stay.

An hour later we had a motel room within walking distance to the bar, we'd gone all out and gotten a spacious suite and I was admiring the view we had of Hillsborough River. Dean was walking around the room in nothing more than a pair of boxer shorts, and he came over to nuzzle the back of my neck.

"Hey... want to test out the bed?" He asked, his hands sliding around my waist and coming up to gently massage my breasts. I groaned, leaning back in to him.

"Yes... I really, really do, but I'm starving!" I said, turning to face him, draping my arms around his neck so I could look him in the eyes.

"Awww come on, it's been weeks, I swear Dad gets his jollies off just tormenting us. I never thought I'd see the day I was thankful for Cole and him needing some time together." Dean complained. He was right, it had been a long, long fortnight where we'd been hunting a banshee in West Virginia – and frankly it had just been safer to share a room with John, not that we separated very often. But in this case, we didn't get the option to either, which seemed to make it ten times worse.

Dean pulled me in to his body, trailing his lips along my jawline and up to my lips, slipping his tongue in to circle mine in slow, languishing strokes that made my knees weak. I pulled away after a few moments with a protesting moan, just as my stomach started to rumble.

"Come on, don't do this to me!" I said, my hands running along his hard, bare chest. He smirked and started to pull me in to him again. I pushed back at him and tossed him a cheeky grin.

"Hmmm, maybe you can use those dance moves, which I know you have by the way, to get me in the mood," I teased, moving across the room to my bag, and digging around for my pink top which I'd bought a few months back on a whim. It would be perfect for going out tonight.

When Dean didn't move, I looked over at him, he was plying me with a look that would normally have me under the sheets with him in five minutes. But I wasn't giving in to him this time. I pulled a navy blue shirt out of his bag moved back to him.

Grinning, I placed the shirt around his waist, pulling it up and sliding his arms into the sleeves as I went, he sighed at me playfully. "This is supposed to be going the other way..." he said and I giggled.

"Mmmm, you know there's something kind of sexy about dressing you though," I said with a raised eyebrow, pulling the shirt up over his shoulders and starting to button up the shirt.

"You need pants," I pointed out, and stepped away again.

"Okay, fine, but you know I'm not going to be held responsible if I suddenly can't control myself out in public and you find yourself in a compromising position over the dinner table, or worse..." Dean said, I chuckled, and tossed him a pair of jeans.

"Deal," I said with a smirk. While he was busy getting into his jeans, I changed into a pink spaghetti strap top which left very little to the imagination. I ditched the bra, and Dean raised his eyebrows in appreciation, rolling up his sleeves to the elbow. Now ready to go out, I started to pull on a jacket and Dean growled.

"Don't add, my god, what are you a nun?" He complained, "It's not cold outside!" I shrugged and tossed the jacket back on the bed.

"Okay, but you have to give me your shirt if I get cold," I bargained, he grinned and nodded at that ultimatum.

"Ready?" He asked, going to stand by the door. I ran my fingers through my hair a couple of times, tousling it up, it looked wind-swept, good enough.

Dinner was at the hotel bistro, and I felt a little under-dressed, this was a pretty up-scale area, people were dressed to kill. Dean stared at the menu a while before going the safe route of ordering a steak. I decided to try the calamari, though Dean suggested I go the oysters as they were an aphrodisiac. He didn't exactly need those to get me in the mood, just looking at him was doing a good enough job.

Finally, with our bellies full, and a better mood all round, we hit the bar for a few drinks. It was crowded, but it seemed like some of the people had actually dissipated, moving on to new areas in Tampa. I pushed my way through the crowd, Dean holding one hand so we wouldn't get separated and bringing up the rear.

I reached the bar and leaned over it to get the bartender's attention. "What'll it be sweetheart?" He asked, flashing me a bright white smile.

"Hmmmm, what do you recommend?" I asked, smiling back at him. I could feel Dean pressed in against me from behind and it was making me feel incredibly horny.

"How about a little Sex on the Beach?" He asked with a wink, I raised an eyebrow and looked back at Dean who was checking out some girl who was nearly falling out of her halter top.

"Marcus, can't you see the beach is the furthest thing from her mind?" A woman said, coming up next to me carrying a drinks tray. "Give the girl a couple of Sex on the Brain cocktails, that's where her mind is at." I laughed, and nodded at her. Dean grinned and held out his hand to the attractive woman. She was a little taller than me with long straight blonde hair, striking blue eyes, and a friendly smile.

"Hey, nice call, I'm Dean, this is Beth," he said, and she took his hand.

"Olivia," she said with a smile, giving us both the once-over. "What brings you to Tampa?"

"Who says we're not from here?" Dean asked with a dazzling smile.

"Honey you don't look like you're from around here, besides, if I'd seen you two around, I'd remember," she smiled.

"We're just passing through on our way to a friend's," I said, slipping my arm around Dean and looking back at the woman.

"Awesome, well you'll like it here, get a few of those cocktails into you and hit the dance floor, the DJ is one of the best in town," she said, placing a few more drinks on her tray.

"Maybe I'll see you around," she said with a wink before skilfully lifting the tray above her head and skirting her way through the crowd.

I watched her go, admiring the way her hips moved back and forth in her tight black jeans, under a light blue halter top.

"Sex on the Brain it is," Marcus, the bartender, announced, placing two large cocktails in front of me.

"Thanks!" I handed him a bill to cover it and smiled, handing one to Dean and turning to face him. The crowd shifted and his thigh grazed mine as we were pushed up against each other. I took few large gulps of my drink, watching his eyes as he swallowed and reached out to brush a strand of hair back from my neck.

My heart started to race a little as he moved in closer, trailing a hot breath along my skin. He slipped his arms around me as a couple of drunk girls bumped in to us, and placed his drink back on the bar. I took a few more sips of my own drink and then downed the rest of it in one go. What the heck, I was on vacation.

"Come on then," Dean said, shaking his head at the drink still on the bar. "Way too much peach," he said before pulling me out to the dance floor.

The music had slowed to accommodate some of the more inebriated clientele who were swaying to and fro to the languishing beat. Dean groaned and pulled me in to him, rocking with his hands on my hips, forehead pressed to mine as he held me close.

A heat had spread through my body like a warm summer breeze that was steadily climbing to boiling point. Everywhere he touched sent shudders coursing through my body, I'd never felt so completely turned on by him. I realised that the last couple of weeks, with nothing more than clandestine touches in the early morning light when John was catching a few hours sleep, had left me with a hunger I barely recognised.

I slid my hands up under his shirt, relishing the touch of his bare skin under my fingers as I traced circles in the small of his back. There was something incredible about how our bodies melded together, his arms sliding around my back, hands slipping into the back of my jeans, sending shivers down to my core.

Dean's lips claimed mine hungrily, drinking from me and drawing soft moans with each swirl of his tongue around mine. A woman bumped up against me and I felt a hand drag along my back, sending a rousing shudder through my body, Dean moaned at the same time and it was as if the sound vibrated across my skin, leaving me craving more.

One hand on my body felt like three, I couldn't get enough, I pulled Dean out of the crowd to the back of the bar, and he didn't argue. He leaned me up against a wall, his hands sliding the length of my body down to my thighs where he lifted me, holding me against him while I wrapped my legs around his waist. He thrust against me, and suddenly the jeans we both had on were too much. Each moan, every breath he took was an invitation to the pleasure I knew he could deliver and I rode upon it as it if I was floating out to sea.

"Heyyy, beautiful people," a woman's voice broke our interlude and I noticed Olivia, the waitress from before, standing beside us. I looked around, how long had we been here? It seemed like hours that we'd been on that dance floor, touching each other, moving to the music. Dean continued to kiss my neck drawing breathless gasps from me as each lick vibrated down to my core; I clenched, feeling the wetness seep from inside of me.

"Uh, hi Olivia," I said, barely getting the words out as Dean playfully bit down on my neck, causing me to arch with pleasure as shock-waves coursed through my body.

"You know, you guys look like you really need some privacy. Let me help you back to your motel room," she said, putting her hands upon our shoulders. Dean slowly pulled away from my neck and looked over at her, his eyes were dark with desire.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," he said. "But that's all right, we can find our way," he said, putting me down on the floor again, his hands still around my waist.

"Nonsense, I like you guys, it's the least I can do," she said with a smile, and she moved around, slipping in between us, taking an arm each. A calmness washed over me and I nodded, I'd forgotten where we were staying anyway.

Olivia fished around in Dean's pockets, coming up with the room key and smiled. "Okay, then, let's go."

The stroll back did nothing to ease my growing frustration and the anticipation of what was to come once I got Dean behind closed doors. Olivia chatted as we walked about the different sights of Tampa we could check out, and recommended that we get room service at the hotel we were staying in as they did a wonderful omelette.

I found myself mesmerised by the lilting sound of her voice, and encouraged her to keep talking, asking her questions about the city, the parks, the night-life, whatever came to mind. Dean had moved his arm around her shoulders so that he could slide his hand up into my hair, and he was running his fingers through my long dark locks, stroking along the back of my neck. It was sensual and promised of things to follow.

Dean took the key from Olivia when we reached the room, tearing his gaze away long enough to unlock the door. I closed my eyes for just a moment and felt lips caress mine in a seductive, lingering touch. I moaned softly into the kiss and felt Dean's strong arms circle around my waist and pull me against him, my back to his body, pressed against the length of him.

I had a moment of confusion when I reached up and found my hands not against his square jawline and the scratchy feeling of his stubble, instead brushing along Olivia's soft skin, and running into her long blonde hair. I pulled back slightly and she looked at me, cautious.

"Sorry," she said apologetically, but her hands didn't leave my waist. Instead she brushed one hand along my skin under my top, the other running along Dean's arm which was circled around me while he murmured into my neck as he kissed it, seemingly oblivious to the kiss Olivia and I had been sharing.

"You two are incredible to watch, I couldn't help myself," she explained, and another flick of her hand sent tremors along my body, I whimpered, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations going on inside of me. It was as if a dozen hands were running all over my body, in every direction, stroking and caressing every fibre of my being, and I didn't want it to stop.

"It's okay," I said to Olivia, and I pulled her back toward us, kissing her again, my tongue experimentally sliding along her full luscious lips, so different to a man. Dean moaned and pulled us both into the room, Olivia kicked the door shut and smiled, her hands running up my arms and over my shoulders to grasp my face gently as she kissed me again.

I was having trouble concentrating, all I knew is that I didn't mind her being there, and I wasn't about to ask her to leave. I felt like I was tipsy, but I didn't remember drinking that much; with a giggle, I started to slide my hands along her back, leaning in to the kiss as I felt Dean's hands pull me back into him, his breath on the back of my neck.

"Beth," Dean's voice lulled me out of my haze, and I looked around at him. He was shaking his head, as if to clear it and he pulled me slightly away from Olivia.

"Hey, look, there isn't a man on this planet that isn't going to go along with this scenario, but …" his voice faded again and I turned back to Olivia when she started to stroke her hand up and down my bare arm.

"It's okay Dean, I won't do anything that makes either of you feel uncomfortable," she said, looking up into his eyes. "I'm happy to just watch for the most part." Dean looked a little doubtful, but when he saw I was happily going along with this arrangement, he grinned and raised an eyebrow at me, a twinkle coming into his eyes.

"Have I mentioned how you never fail to amaze me?" He said quietly, looking at me with intrigue.

True to her word, Olivia retreated slightly, but keep her hands in contact with us, she circled us, watching, blowing softly against my neck as Dean hungrily teased my lips, gently nibbling on them. Her hands stroked along Dean's neck and shoulders, and I felt him shiver under the touch, a soft moan being smothered by my kisses.

Dean's POV

Beth had never been one for voyeurs, in fact, it was slightly confusing that she was going along with this now. She certainly freaked out enough when Dad was in the room, so much so that we rarely did anything if she thought there was a chance he might see or hear. Something I didn't disagree with, but a policy that left us strung out on more than one occasion.

I didn't dwell on it long, as I was overcome again with feelings of pure lust as Olivia ran her hands along our bodies. Everything seemed a little more erotic with someone in the room watching our every move, so let Olivia watch and play if she wanted, I didn't care. She pressed up against my back and I sighed as she started to unbutton my shirt, her fingers brushing along my skin as she went lower and lower. Reaching the last button she chastely pulled her hands back, sliding the shirt from my shoulders, then running her hands down my back.

Beth ran her hands along my chest and the combination of them both either side of me sent waves of heat down to where I was already feeling an insistent arousal. I bunched my hands into Beth's hair, kneading it, stroking along her neck with a compelling desire.

The touching was back; I'd felt it earlier in the bar, as if multiple hands spread across my body, and I quivered with each small stroke from the girls, with each little sound Beth made. I reached up and untied the straps around Beth's neck, letting her top slide down around her waist revealing perfect, pert nipples just waiting to be lavished with attention. With a growl, I leaned down, taking one in my mouth and sucking at the same time as I flicked my tongue across its tip. Beth bucked under the sensation, groaning loudly. "Oh God..." She gasped, and it drove me insane to listen to her. Everything was amplified, a simple suck seemed to leave her reeling from a deep euphoria.

Olivia's hands had found her way to Beth's jeans, as she moved around to sandwich her between us. Within seconds, between Olivia's attentions and mine, we had her naked except for her white lace panties, and I took a moment to admire the view before me, pulling back with a sigh. I still didn't believe she was all mine half the time, like I was still in a dream.

From the corner of my eye I saw Olivia pull back and slip out of her jeans at the same time I pushed Beth on to the bed. I peeled her panties down, leaving her bare and accessible. With Olivia's skilful ministrations, I found my own jeans hit the floor with my shirt, and I gasped with longing, the heat from Olivia's body radiating across my skin as she leaned into me, running her hands along my stomach and then down to stroke along my shaft through the fabric of my boxers. I hesitated, looking at Beth. She was staring at Olivia's hand, chewing on her lip.

Tentatively she reached out and ran her hand along Olivia's arm, smiling and raising an eyebrow to me as she crawled to a kneeling position on the bed, cupping my jaw in her hands and claiming my lips with hers. Hungry moans ate at me as I stroked along her soft, milky skin. I couldn't get enough, sliding my hand down along her side, my other arm going around to pull her tightly against me. I slipped a hand between her legs, seeking the warm pool of liquid I knew I'd find there, waiting, inviting.

I wasn't disappointed. With a soft sigh, almost quivering underneath my touch, Beth sank against my hand, rocking with it as I stroked along her folds, slipping a finger in against her clitoris, the graze of my touch against her drawing a hiss from her, as if it had hurt. I looked at her with worry and she kissed me long and hard, moaning as she rocked against my hand.

Her own hand slid down to remove the boxers I had on, then brush along Olivia's who was stroking me with long, languishing touches; it was keeping me in a heightened state, but not taking me any further, and I leaned back into her slightly, her lips starting to suck at the crook of my neck sending shivers down to my core. Beth brushed her hand under my arousal and cupped my testicles, drawing a long groan from me.

"You feel amazing," she said with smile.

I grinned, and kissed her with a passion that matched her own. She fell back against the bed, her arms around my shoulders and pulling me with her as Olivia released me and moved around to the side of the bed. Hips raised to meet my touch as I plunged an urgent finger inside of her, stretching her, getting her ready because once I started, there was no way I was going to stop.

Beth rolled me, pushing me back against the bed, and with hungry eyes she grinned at me.

"I can't wait," she said and repositioned herself over my groin, rubbing at my throbbing head. I raised my hips slightly to run along her entrance and she shuddered, moaning at the touch. She inched her way down on me, clamping around, squeezing and driving me wild.

I loved to watch her ride me, it was addictive, listening to the moans that escaped her mouth, the little sounds as she changed the angle to hit her in just the way that was right for her. Everything felt good to me, so I let her take control, leaning back and enjoying the ride, my hands on her hips, squeezing and releasing, letting her know when the pace was lulling and when it was otherwise.

Olivia circled the bed, her expression frisky as she watched us, licking her lips. She reached out a hand to Beth and received a smile of invitation. I watched, completely enamoured by the sight, as the blonde beauty moved in behind Beth, kissing the back of her neck, her hands coming around to stroke along Beth's stomach as she rocked back and forth on me.

Was this really happening? Maybe I was dreaming? I had to be dreaming.

Beth's POV

Olivia had joined us on the bed, and somehow it didn't matter to me. In fact, it felt incredibly alluring as she moved in behind me. She pulled her top over her head, and it left her in nothing but a lacy pair of red underwear standing out against her pale skin. I groaned loudly as she stroked along my stomach and up to my breasts, kissing the back of my neck as I rode Dean.

His hazel eyes stared up into mine, dark and full of desire and lust as I changed the angle again, my hands joined with his, using them for balance while I started to drag myself up along his erection until he almost left me, only to sink back down again, eliciting a groan from him every time. He arched up with each re-entry and I gasped as he hit my sweet spot, shudders vibrating through my body.

I felt completely held and comforted as his hands returned to my waist, and Olivia's hands snaked down along my stomach, slipping down further and finding the hard, sensitive knob pushed between Dean's groin and my own. She pressed against it, using the momentum of my thrusting to send sharp, titillating currents of bliss through my womb.

The dual sensation of Dean under me, Olivia behind, carried me away on a wave of pleasure. My breath was coming in short gasps, and I was losing my way through the haze. I didn't know where I stopped and the others began, it was enthralling and all encompassing. Dean reached out a hand to slip it behind me, and I moaned when I realised he was teasing Olivia who groaned and pressed hotly against me, rocking in to his touch.

Olivia's breath caught with his skilful manipulations and I felt a fresh gush of wetness as heat radiated out from her body. Our combined moans carried me away on a white light as she rocked against him, holding me tightly to her front. Her breasts rubbed along my back and everywhere she touched ached with a need to be stroked and fondled.

My legs started to tremble, and I leaned forward into Dean, wanting to feel him against me. It was distracting having her there, I felt like I was being carried away from him, the touch from Olivia was clouding me, and it was almost as if every fibre of my body was expanding out with the universe, touching the most intimate of places – I started to panic slightly, losing myself in the moment, I just wanted him, to feel him against me.

"Dean..." I whimpered as another shudder coursed through my body; he looked up at me, suddenly concerned at the tone in my voice. Sitting, he pulled Olivia's arms out from around me, and settled me into his lap, we still moved together, but it felt like I had come back into my body – like I wasn't spread out too thin and might break at any moment, I felt safe with his arms around me.

Dean's POV

"Hey, I'm here, I'm here," I said reassuringly to Beth. I don't know what had spooked her, but she seemed lost and confused. I wrapped my arms around her, kissing and rocking her in my lap. I felt Olivia retreat again, and it was just Beth and me, together, as if we were the only ones in the room. Olivia lay on the bed beside us, touching herself and watching as I rolled Beth, staying inside and thrusting deeper into her as her head hit the pillow. Beth seemed to soften again, and with a long groan she wrapped her legs around my waist, rising to meet me.

I moved at a new pace, one that was hot and impassioned, needing to take us to the next level before we drowned in the sensations running across our skin. I knew from the tension in her body and the short moans escaping her mouth that I was pressed up against that sweet spot and it was sending deep vibrations through her very core. Her breath caught and she reached out, grasping at Olivia's arm as her whole body tensed, taking my thrusts and meeting them head on.

Second by second I felt her lulled toward the edge – she was going to get there way before me tonight; I moaned my arousal, as Beth begged me to keep going, to bring her to release. Clinging to my shoulders, she whispered her needs in my ear, guiding me and I moved to accommodate, a slightly deeper angle here, a hand against her clitoris there, and with short intense breaths, she called out with relief as the final shudder erupted from within, coursing along her body, down through her legs which tightened beneath me.

I loved listening to this moment, the sounds she made as she went over the edge, surrendering to the pure physical culmination of everything that had brought us to this moment. She trembled from the sheer power of the orgasm, groaning my name as I watched her. Olivia herself was breathless as Beth stroked along her shoulder and she lay back, teasing herself and arching to her touch. Beth pulled her over to kiss her softly while Olivia started to reach her own peak in soft, long moans.

To the sounds of Olivia's release, so different to Beth, I resumed my thrusts. Now at a faster pace that was only for me, I hit the spots that I needed; leaning in to her, burying my face in her neck as each apex drew a groan from my throat; my breath came in ragged bursts, quickening with each thrust. I felt my arousal build and swell inside of her, the contractions seizing me as a pressure built deep within, rising until I couldn't hold it any longer. With a grunt, and a deep guttural groan, I thrust into Beth, holding tight and shuddering with pleasure as my entire body clenched, pulling me under. I clung to her for dear life, moaning and thinking that if I was going to die, this would have to be the best way to go.

Finally I started to relax, and everything melted into the afterglow of our passion. I rolled beside her, pulling the blanket up and over us as she snuggled in next to me. I looked over behind Beth and found the bed empty, so was the room, now that I was paying attention.

"Where did Olivia go?" I asked, glancing back at the closed door.

"Who?" Beth asked, looking at me confused.

"Olivia, the waitress from the bar," I reminded her. You know, the one who just totally had you riding on a wave of ecstasy?

"Oh, she left ages ago didn't she?" Beth asked absently. I frowned, looking at her. Maybe she was right, but I thought I remembered her undressing us. Or maybe I had been dreaming. In fact, I'm sure I'd watched her leave as soon as she knew we were back here safely. Right? Why did everything seem so hazy?

Beth sighed happily in my arms, and I smiled down at her, my heart overspilling at the fact that she was here, and she was mine. Nothing was ever going to change that fact. I kissed her forehead and leaned over to turn out the light at the side of the bed, settling in against the pillows, Beth tangled around me, her head on my chest.

"Mmmm, I needed that," she said in the darkness, and I smiled, nodding in complete agreement. The last thing that entered my mind was how amazing it felt to have her naked body pressed against mine as we fell asleep, and how convenient that was going to be in the morning. It had been one hell of a long fortnight. I intended to make up for it over the next few days, she wasn't going to know what hit her.

Dean's POV

Beth's eyes were penetrating to my very soul as I rolled her, pinning her under me, the feel of her soft skin brushing along mine as I spread her legs, rubbing against her. The hitch in her breath told me I'd found the right spot as I ground against her, wetness surrounding me, as I drove into her again and again. She arched up, throwing her head against the pillow and moaned, the sound driving me into an even deeper sense of bliss.

I gasped her name, finding my rhythm, as I thrust deeper and deeper, harder, faster, the moment carrying away to an almost desperate climax. I found myself reaching that point where everything was built up, everything tightened, and the pressure from within starting to edge over, pulling me within. The clamping around me sent me over the edge, and I sank deep, driving with a final couple of thrusts as I looked down to see those blue eyes.

Blue eyes? I pulled back, startled, and realised it was Olivia beneath me, not Beth. She smiled, coming up to kiss me and I was overcome by the pleasurable sensations running down my body. It didn't feel right, and I pulled away only to be grabbed by several sets of hands, pinning me back against a wall. Olivia smiled and advanced on me, licking along my neck and down my chest, flicking a tongue across my nipple, I fought not to moan as I struggled against the hands holding me.

"Stop it," I said to her, looking down. She smiled up at me, and shook her head.

"Just relax, you'll enjoy it more," she said, and then I felt her mouth around my already exhausted member, sucking and teasing me to arousal once more. I fought it, gasping at the feel of her lips around me, she knew what she was doing, and it felt amazing.

I had to stop it though, something wasn't right. Where were we? How long had I been here? I writhed under her touch, wanting to give in, feeling the intense heat spread throughout my thighs and stomach as she skilfully brought me closer to my peak again.

"Stop it," I said again, my hands finding their way to her hair, yanking her back off me. The sensations stopped for a moment and I breathed a sigh of relief. Olivia looked at me angrily, standing up; she was suddenly dressed in a leather bustier and long black boots coming up to her thighs and holding a cat-o-nine tails. I swallowed, frowning at the device in her hands. I didn't like the look of it.

"Naughty boy," she said. "Why do you have to be so difficult?" She asked, coming up and kissing me. "You're delicious, the pair of you, how does she ever get enough of you? You'd never leave my bed if you were mine."

"What are you?" I asked.

"Just a woman, with needs. Hungry needs," she answered, trailing a hand along my shoulder. "But you know, if you won't cooperate, there's more than one way to skin a cat. Pain can be sexual too, you know. And I know how to get that out of you."

I frowned, struggling against the hands holding me again, finding myself pressed against a rack of some sort as they tried to strap me down. I fought, kicking and punching as Olivia drew back with the whip in her hands lashing out.

With a gasp I sat up, the motel room was filled with bright sunlight streaming in from the open curtains. I turned and Beth was lying next to me, her arm wrapped tightly around my waist. I stroked along her face softly, taking a few deep breaths and trying to get my head around the dream. How weird. It wasn't like me to dream about other women, especially blondes... something about last night must have really thrown me.

I stretched, then gently moved Beth's arm so I could climb out of bed. I was exhausted, just how many rounds had we gone last night? It felt like we'd done an all night marathon, yet I remembered so little of it. Something definitely wasn't right. I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, putting the coffee pot on to brew, and opening the laptop. Beth was still sleeping peacefully, and there was work to be done.

Beth's POV

I way laying on a bed of furs, writhing in complete ecstasy as dozens of hands stroked along every part of my naked body. Firm, loving caresses trailed along every exposed inch of skin, as wave after wave of pleasure shot through my body. Thin trails of light floated from me in the air, hovering over my body and I watched as they started to pull away toward my feet. Pale hands ran over my ankles, sliding up along my thighs to stroke against my clitoris, bringing me to the peak of ecstasy yet again. When I thought I could no longer bare the touch it pushed me over, drowning me as I fought to breathe I was so completely locked in my body, a slave to the shudders being drawn from my centre. I looked up to see Olivia's penetrating blue gaze watching me from between my legs, she licked her lips and I frowned, not believing what I had just seen.

A serpent's tongue flicked out as she leaned down to kiss along my inner thigh and I struggled to get another look at her, something feeling incredibly wrong in my gut. Hands held me down from all directions, pressing me harder the more I struggled. The fur underneath me started to writhe and constrict around me and I turned my head to the side, a snake slithering past my face and sliding over my stomach. I gasped, fighting the hands that held me down and those blue eyes looked up at me again from where long ripples of pleasure had been drawn from me just a moment earlier.

"Who are you?" I asked Olivia, and she smiled, her eyes washing to a sea green, and her hair transforming into hundreds of tiny snakes.

"Sleep..." she said to me, and I shook my head. A wave of pleasure worked it's way along from where she was touching me, as if a tidal wave crashing over my body. The light tendrils were back, pulling from my skin, and she wove a hand through them, tugging on them, and smiling. She pulled them away from me and sent them into the darkness surrounding us where they disappeared as if swallowed.

I lay against the snakes, writhing from the rapture as my mind fought for control. Pushing against the intoxicating waves of delight I struggled to sit, groaning with anger at the hands holding me down; with a burst of energy I kicked loose of Olivia, and rolled free, coming to my feet in a crouch. Blue eyes flashed in the darkness and I heard laughter wash across me, it sounded like the choirs of heaven, and I almost ran into the darkness seeking it.

Hands grabbed me again, pulling me back to where the stack of furs lay again, and I screamed from the violation, the anger I was feeling, I pushed against them, fighting and then I ran into the darkness where suddenly I hit a wall of something soft, pushing, forcing my way through. My hand broke the surface and I pulled myself through gasping for breath as I reached the other side.

The motel room suddenly crashed in around me, and I sat up with a cry, clutching the sheets around me. I felt hands grab at me and I fought them off, crawling backwards on the bed until I hit the headboard.

"Beth!" Dean's voice broke through the haze and I gulped, blinking several times as the room came into focus. He was sitting next to me on the bed, reaching for me again and this time I collapsed into his arms, whimpering.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked soothingly, pulling me into his lap and wrapping the sheet around me. I shook my head negatively, burying my face in his neck and holding on fiercely to him. "It was just a dream," he said, rocking me. It wasn't the first time I'd woken up in the middle of the night scared or screaming, but it was the first time I'd ever felt like I wasn't going to come out of it.

My stomach retched and I pushed myself away from him, finding my feet long enough to stumble into the bathroom as I emptied the entire contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl. I groaned, feeling light-headed and sore, a stark contrast to how I'd felt only a few hours earlier.

Dean came into the bathroom carrying a bathrobe which he draped over my shoulders, pulling my hair back from my face as I took a few steadying breaths, waiting to see if that was the last of it. When it was, I climbed unsteadily to my feet, wrapping the robe around my body and cinching it at the waist before brushing my teeth and taking a drink of water from the sink. I stared into the mirror and thought I saw dark circles forming under my eyes.

I waited for my breathing to settle down, and then allowed Dean to draw me out of the bathroom, to the couch where he sat and pulled me into his lap. I buried my nose in his neck, taking in his uniquely blended scent of leather mixed with pine. I drew in long, repetitive breaths, trying to calm myself. I was with Dean, I was safe, nothing could harm me now. My hands ran down his body and I realised he had a t-shirt on, and sweatpants. I frowned, looking up at him and then over at the table where the laptop was open and he had been doing some work.

"You're dressed?" I asked, confused. "How long have you been awake?"

He sighed, looking at me with worried hazel eyes. "Hours," he said quietly, brushing a tendril of hair back from my face. "I couldn't sleep, bad dreams."

"Me too..." I said softly, resting my head against his shoulder. "I feel so sick, I don't remember drinking that much."

"You didn't," he said quietly, his tone giving nothing away. He looked down at me, assessing my state. "What did you dream about?"

I closed my eyes, the imagery of the dream coming back to me in technicolour replay. I shuddered, and it felt like a hand ran down my back, causing me to shiver. I moved in closer to Dean, hoping for his warmth to chase away my demons. "Olivia... and someone, something else in the shadows," I started, trailing a hand along his chest. "I couldn't get away, and I was being … held down... and it was like last night only more exotic and intoxicating." I gasped, some of the memories of the night coming back to me, of Olivia touching me, kissing my neck.

"Oh Dean...just how drunk were we last night?" I asked, looking up at him. He frowned and shook his head, looking over at the bed.

"That's just the thing, we weren't drunk," he said with a certainty. "But we certainly did things I never thought we would."

I nodded at him, and then turned worried eyes to him. "What were you dreaming about?" I asked. He took a deep breath, and I watched as his poker face went up, I knew he was going to lie to me, so I jumped in first. "Don't go telling me what I want to hear either," I said pointedly, cupping his cheek with my hand.

He sighed and rolled his eyes at me. "Can't get away with anything when it comes to you," he complained and I giggled, shaking my head. His expression turned serious and he glanced over at the computer.

"Well at first it was us, and it was hot, so incredibly hot..." He smiled softly, but then a frown crossed his face. "Suddenly Olivia was there – like with you – only it wasn't something I was welcoming, I was pulled away and held down, and it was more like I'd stepped into some dungeon S&M thing, I was tied to this... uhhh.. well, it wasn't good, let me tell you. Woke me clear out of my sleep." He shuddered, holding me, shaking his head as if to clear it.

"You should have woken me," I said, kissing his cheek and trailing my lips soothingly along his jaw.

"You looked so peaceful or I might have," he said, smiling at me. "Especially if I'd known what was going on with you."

I looked over at the computer and nodded in its direction. "What are you researching?" I asked, Dean shifted, lifting me in his arms and standing. He carried me over to the table, seating himself on the chair with me in his lap, my arms wrapped around his neck.

He tapped a key and the screen saver disappeared to reveal a few supernatural websites we frequented. Articles on succubi littered the page.

"Succubi?" I asked, frowning and skimming over the articles.

Dean nodded and pointed to one article in particular. "They're said to enter your dreams, where they feed on the sexual energy of what is … well … a really, really incredible wet dream," he said with a grin. I chuckled and nodded, that was pretty much it in a nutshell.

"But she turned into a snake, or... snake-like creature, why would that happen?" I asked, confused.

"Don't know, maybe in the feeding stage they can't hide their true self, who knows," he said. "But that's not all, it's not just dreams they feed through, that's just the after effects. Some people believe they initially have to infect you through touch, seducing you and taking you to bed."

I paused, thinking about the night before, the very unusual position we'd found ourselves in. Never before had we even entertained the idea of sharing each other, and yet we'd just jumped right in with a complete stranger last night.

"I think she might have been feeding off you the most," Dean said quietly, looking at me. I swallowed, nodding. It would explain why I felt so sick, and weak. I sunk back into his arms with a sigh.

"God... can't we just have one, teeny, tiny holiday without something cropping up to hunt?" I whined. Dean chuckled and kissed my forehead.

"I promise, we'll take care of this and once we get to Miami, any hunts are all Jefferson's," he said, and I grinned, poor Jefferson. Well, hopefully he'd taken care of his own town by the time we got there anyway.

I groaned, and looked over at the clock by the side of the bed. 6 o'clock. I'd completely lost track of how long last night's encounter had been, 6 o'clock, I wondered if perhaps room service was open yet, and climbed out of Dean's lap to flip through the hotel guide and find out.

Suddenly the screams of a woman echoed from the room next to us. Dean was out the door in an instant. I took a moment to grab a gun from our bag before following him into the hallway. The next thing I saw was nothing short of comical.

A short little guy in a jumpsuit and fedora hat was being restrained by Dean, attempting to swing a silver knife at a young girl who was using a fake plant to bat at him, crying and backing away.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, man! What are you doing?" Dean said to the guy he was holding on to.

"Lemme go! She's a succubus, I gotta kill her!" The guy said and I frowned, looking at the girl. She looked like a harmless young woman, nothing more.

"What is he talking about?" The girl asked, tears streaming down his face. "I swear! That's the last time I go home with a guy, you all are crazy!" She threw down the plant and ran into the room next to ours, grabbing a bag and some shoes, and then leaving while Dean continued to hold on to the guy.

"Hey, hey!" I said to the guy, slipping the gun into the pocket of my robe. "What are you doing? That girl is not a succubus, are you nuts?" I asked him, looking incredulously from him to Dean. Once the girl was gone Dean shrugged and released the man.

"How would you know?" The guy asked, looking me over, his eyes lingering a little too long on my bare legs. I realised I was only dressed in the robe and I threw my hands in the air and walked away, returning to our room.

"Hey, hey, well maybe you're one. Man, I heard the noises coming from your room the last few nights..." he stopped and looked at Dean who stalked past him, shaking his head. "Mazel tov, by the way man," he said with a grin, following Dean into our room. Dean rolled his eyes, but when he looked at me there was a twinkle there and he was grinning at me.

"Hey, I'm Richie by the way," the guy said, holding his hand out to Dean.

"Dean," he replied, shaking it. Dean nodded in my direction as I headed for the bathroom with an armload of clothes. "That's Beth."

"Beth... nice to meet you," Richie said with a wink, I shook my head and rolled my eyes, closing the bathroom door behind me.

I dressed quickly in a fresh pair of jeans, a white tank top, and a sage green bolero with sequins. I figured, hey, I was on holidays and I'd bought this thing for Miami, might as well test it out before we got there. I pulled a brush through my tangled locks and splashed some water on my face before deciding I was brave enough to face the knowing looks of the motel neighbour who had just announced he heard the orgy next door to him last night. I was feeling a little mortified in the harsh light of day.

Dean was leaning casually against the counter talking to Richie when I came back into the room.

"So, you're a hunter?" Dean asked and I raised my eyebrow.

"Yeah, I uh, I got into it when this thing, a spirit, it attacked my sister see?" Richie said, nodding at us. "There was this guy who came out of no where and helped us out, a hunter, and I been doing it ever since."

"Yeah? How long is that?" Dean asked in a friendly manner.

"Oh a few months, you know?" Richie asked, shrugging his shoulders. "How about you guys? How did you get into hunting?"

Dean and I exchanged a long glance and he answered for us. "Yeah, long, long complicated story, man." He said and Richie nodded with a smile, looking between the two of us, waiting expectantly for Dean to continue. He was about to be disappointed.

Dean shrugged it off, walking over to where I was standing.

"Hey, bistro is open downstairs, you want to grab breakfast now?" He asked, and I nodded silently, thinking about how easily we'd fallen into the succubus' web.

"Breakfast! How about dinner?! You guys have slept the day away... or well... slept for some of it anyway," Richie said with a grin. "Let me get my wallet!" He started to leave and then turned back to us with a grin. "I bet you guys have quite the appetite after the last few days you've had!" He shook his head appreciatively.

"What do you mean days?" Dean asked with a frown, "we just got here last night."

"No way! You've been in here for at least a couple of nights, it's been non-stop man, I don't know how you guys keep it up, you're like machines," Richie said. I stared at him, days? I felt myself turning bright red, and looked down at my hands until he left to get his wallet.

When I glanced up again Dean was chuckling quietly beside me. "You should see the look on your face," he said with a short laugh. I opened my mouth but had nothing to say, instead I picked up the pillow off the bed and hit him with it.

"Oh my god Dean! I mean... it's not like motel sex is something we don't know anything about, but I never thought I'd have to talk to the person listening in!" I said in horror. He laughed again and slipped his arms around my waist, pulling me back against him.

"Come on, you've got nothing to be embarrassed about, it's a beautiful, natural act," he said, kissing the back of my neck. "Richie should feel privileged to get to listen in on you," he murmured and I covered my face with my hands. Mortified, absolutely mortified.

"It doesn't change the fact that we seem to have lost time," Dean said with a concern. I nodded, frowning. I felt sick to my stomach, the familiar hunger pangs there from days where we sometimes forgot to eat because we were so wrapped up in a hunt.

"I'm starving," I said to Dean, he nodded.

"Yeah, me too – we need to get some food into us," he said, grabbing his jacket and putting it on. He changed into a pair of jeans and then Richie was back, eager to get going. I rolled my eyes, I didn't feel like babysitting right now, but it looked like we had a stray following us for a while.

Hotel Bistro

Dean's POV

Beth was looking pale and tired, I was secretly worried about the effect that this succubus, or incubus, maybe both had had on her. Richie was talking non-stop and it was giving me a headache.

"Drinks?" The waitress asked and I almost groaned at the invitation.

"I'll take a beer, thanks," I answered, "whatever you have handy." She smiled and turned to the others.

"Yeah, yeah same here," Richie said nodding.

"Just water thanks," Beth replied with a small smile. I frowned, she definitely wasn't feeling well.

I was starving, and ordered the roast pork special, that was bound to be good. Richie ordered the same and I rolled my eyes, did the guy have no sense of himself? Beth went for a caesar salad which she barely picked at when it did arrive.

"So Richie," I said, looking over at the other guy who was spending the majority of the time staring at Beth in fascination. I cleared my throat and raised an eyebrow at him, and he at least had the decency to look a little chagrined.

"What makes you think there's a succubus on the loose?" I asked.

"Well, there's been a lot of couples turning up dead in their motel rooms in this area, you know?" I nodded like I had half a clue what he was talking about.

"Yeah, well, four in this motel alone, two in another, and one more in the Hilton too. A couple are in comas, the rest of them look like they just … died having sex, man. Which I mean, if you have to go, couldn't think of a better way..." He grinned over at Beth who did her best to muster up a smile, her eyes flicking over to me letting me know she wasn't entirely comfortable with the attention Richie was giving her.

"Any survivors?" I asked him.

He turned back to me and nodded. "One, a woman, said they'd been attacked by a witch and spellbound. They didn't leave their room for days – hotel says it was more like a week, just kept extending their stay, refused cleaning, just locked themselves in and disappeared."

"So what made you think this girl was a succubus?" Beth asked him suddenly, she sounded a little angry at Richie.

"Oh, well, you know, she was all keen to get it on... and she seemed to be interested in couples. I had to tell her I had a girlfriend back at the motel room to get her to come with me." He chuckled and I raised my eyebrow. Hardly grounds to kill the girl.

"Right..." I said.

"Hey, I was about to come check up on you guys, what a record – you had all the signs of these other couples." He commented. I shook my head, funny about that.

"Why didn't you?" I asked, and he grinned at me.

"Well, you know, you sounded like you were having so much fun..." Beth sighed and stood up from the table.

"Excuse me," she said before walking off toward the bathroom.

"Something I said?" Richie asked, looking confused.

"Nah man, she's just not feeling well," I said. "But seriously, dude, I'm not sure this is a job for you. Why don't you take off, we'll get this one."

"What? And miss all the fun?" He said, looking hurt.

"Well, you know, we kind of hunt alone," I said, completely lying, we we always willing to team up – when the hunter was competent.

"Oh, well, yeah, me too. You know? But I can't see why we can't all work the same job, more hands on deck," he said with a smile.

I couldn't help it, I kind of liked the guy, he was a moron sure, but he looked like he knew how to have a good time. I could appreciate that.

"Okay, well why don't you check out the hotels again, see if there's anything happening there," I said, at least it might keep him out of trouble while Beth and I did some research.

Beth. I drank the rest of my beer and looked over the remains of my meal. Nah, I was done here.

"Right, well, I'm gonna check on Beth and take her back upstairs, see if I can get her to eat something other than rabbit food here," I told Richie, "Let us know if you find any more out?"

Richie nodded, and threw me a wink. "Sure thing man, enjoy."

I shook my head and walked back toward the restrooms. Beth was sitting on a little love seat outside the doors leading into the actual toilets, she glanced up when I rounded the corner, getting up and wrapping her arms tightly around my waist.

"Hey... you all right?" I asked, and she shook her head against my chest.

"This isn't like you at all," I commented, lifting her chin up so I could look into her eyes.

"I don't feel like me at all," she said, frowning. She held out her hand and it was shaking. "I don't feel right, Dean."

"Well you barely touched your dinner, it could be fatigue," I said, frowning and taking her hand in mine. "Come on, I'm gonna order you a burger and have it sent to our room, a little iron wouldn't kill you, you're looking pale." She nodded and smiled back at me.

"What would I do without you?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Well, you probably wouldn't be in this situation to start with," I said with a smirk, leaning in to kiss her. "But I hope we never have to find out."

Motel Room

Beth's POV

We'd ditched Richie after dinner, heading back to the motel room to do some more research. I was sitting at the computer, reading through countless accounts of succubi attacks. My head was still spinning and I wanted to sleep, but at the same time I was scared to. Dean had ordered me a burger as soon as we got to the room, and I'd devoured it, best burger I'd ever had – but then, I was starving.

"It just doesn't make any sense," I said to Dean, who was pouring us a couple of coffees. "From all these accounts, succubus only feed on males, so why me? Why the couples? Wouldn't she have tried to seduce you on your own, or left us alone altogether?"

Dean shrugged, walking over to put my coffee beside me on the table.

"Maybe the research is wrong. I mean, how many people do we know who have actually seen one of these things?" He asked. I contemplated this statement; Dean had called John to ask him about it, but he hadn't even crossed paths with one. He was quietly concerned, even offering to come out to help us take care of the creature, but we'd managed to convince him we could handle it on our own, promising to call Jefferson if we needed the help.

My dream flashed before my eyes again and I grimaced, a headache flaring up behind my forehead. I took a few steadying breaths and grabbed the coffee, gulping down a few mouthfuls. Blue eyes. The memory of the eyes in the darkness flashed out at me.

"What is it?" Dean asked, watching me and seeing the realisation hit me.

"What if she's not hunting alone?" I said, clicking through a couple of links on the computer.

"Huh?" Dean queried, coming to sit next to me.

"Well, there's a male version of a succubus, an incubus. What if the couples theme is because they're both feeding at the same time?" I asked, looking over at him.

Dean frowned and looked at the screen, reading the description I had pulled up. "Maybe, but it's not like there was anyone else in the room with us last night," he pointed out.

"I'm not so sure about that now," I said, biting my lip. "I mean, how much do you actually remember about last night? Hell, about the last few days? The only thing I really remember is you, everything else is a little hazy," I said with a frown. "Anyone could have slipped into the room while we were..." I trailed off, not wanting to think about it.

Dean looked a little grim, and shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, I'm not really happy with that idea... this, spell or whatever they put us under. It was strong. I didn't notice anything unusual."

"Blood..." I said, reading some of the information in front of me.

"Huh?" He asked, looking over.

"Blood, the blood of the succubus or incubus is like a drug apparently. It causes feelings of euphoria, eroticism, lust..." I frowned.

"Well that explains a lot," Dean commented.

I nodded, and chewed on my lower lip, reading some more information about the incubi. "Maybe he doesn't need to actually be in the room," I suggested, trying to ease our troubled minds. "It was in my dream that I saw these, blue eyes, and something was watching from the shadows."

Dean nodded, and reached out to stroke a hand along my neck, I leaned in to his touch, letting it soothe me.

"Either way, looks like we have two of them to hunt," he said cautiously, looking at his watch. "Does it say anywhere in there on how we kill them?"

I sighed, looking at the screen. "Yes, and no. There's many suggestions. Catching them in a mirror, apparently they become distracted by their own reflection? You break the mirror once they are caught up in it. Consecrated silver knife. Consecrated bronze knife. Consecration seems to be the underpinning thing here. According to this, the 'minions of Satan can be returned to Hell by the word of a true believer in God'," I said with a raised eyebrow.

"Well that's all you babe," he said with a chuckle. I laughed and shook my head.

"I just find it hard to believe they're a form of demon," I said with a frown. "Some accounts put them as Fae, but most of the research points to demons. In theory we should be able to exorcise them... did Dad have any ideas?" Dean shook his head, and stared out the window.

"There's too much lore to narrow it down, I mean, look here – apparently the Succubus is a product of too much masturbation. What the hell?" I shook my head, I really disliked when the church took the experience of a supernatural being and made it all about the sins of the victim. Dean chuckled, leaning over to kiss me.

"Something you need to tell me? Are you not satisfied by my attentions?" He asked, I laughed and shoved playfully at him.

"Get out of here, as if!" I grinned and moved to straddle him, kissing along his jaw until I reached his lips. "What are we going to do?"

"Hmmm, well if it is a demon, not much is going to stop it. Silver knife might paralyse it, long enough for us to exorcise it. But I'm inclined to think it's the church's way of explaining away a supernatural creature," he said, and I nodded.

"What's it say about the Fae?" He asked curiously, looking over at the screen.

"Not much, only that it's a type of faerie that feeds on sexual energy," I answered, draping my arms around his neck.

"So we get an iron knife too, just to be sure. If one doesn't work, maybe the other will," Dean said, looking thoughtful. "Maybe we should call Bobby?" He asked.

I looked doubtful. "You think he'll talk to us?" I asked, biting at my lip. Dean shrugged, no one had heard from Bobby since the big falling out over John and Cole.

"Pastor Jim?" I asked, shrugging.

"Yeah, okay, give him a call, I'll call Jefferson and see if he knows anything," Dean said with a nod.

When we compiled the information from Pastor Jim and Jefferson the common thread seemed to be a silver knife, but Pastor Jim had an extra piece of information: to kill a succubus the knife had to be dipped in the blood of an incubus, and vice versa.

"Great," I said, sitting back on the couch. "Well that leaves us high and dry, who the hell is the incubus?"

Dean looked thoughtful, leaning against the window, staring down at the river.

"Well, we're not going to figure that out standing around here, let's go back to the bar, see if we can't locate Olivia at least," he said, coming to stand behind me, his hands massaging my shoulders firmly.

"Mmmm, ok," I murmured, letting him work at the knots in my neck and shoulders. "At any rate, that woman said these visitations happened over the course of a week, chances are she'll be looking for us again."

Dean's hands stopped moving and I looked up, seeing his facial expression in the mirror. "What?" I asked.

"Maybe you should go on to Miami alone," he said. "I'll call Dad, get him to come help with the hunt."

"What? No way! You're not packing me off to Jefferson while you put yourself in danger," I argued, standing up to face him. "You promised, we do this, and we do this together. No heroics." I said, and he sighed, running a hand over his face.

"Beth, I'm worried, really worried. If anything happened to you..." He stopped, looking at me conflicted. I sighed, leaning in to wrap my arms around his waist.

"Nothing is going to happen to me, we know what we're dealing with now, we'll be fine. We're stronger together." I said. He held me close, and I listened to his heart beat a moment while we contemplated our next move.

"Okay. Well it doesn't change anything, we still have to find Olivia, and convince her we had a good time last night, today... or whatever," he said with a grin.

I chuckled. "Well... I did have a good time, what I remember of it," I said with a raised eyebrow. Dean groaned and nodded, kissing me firmly.

"Me too," he said with a grin. "But I'm not eager to repeat it under the influence of a blood-drugged delusion. Come on, let's hit the bar, see if she's about."

I slipped a silver knife into my boot, and Dean did the same under his jacket. A flask of holy water each, and we were ready to leave the motel.

We stepped out into the hallway only to find Richie walking back toward us, Olivia hanging off his arm.

"Hi guys," he said with a big smile. "I just met this amazing woman at the bar down the street, Olivia, meet Dean and Beth."

"Oh we've met," Olivia said with a smile, and I felt a pull on my solar plexus and a completely unreasonable desire to walk over and kiss her, so I did.

Her lips were exactly as I remembered, soft and warm, and I sucked on them softly as I slid my tongue in to meet hers with a moan.

"Whoooa..." I heard Richie say from beside us and then Dean was pushing us all into Richie's open motel room, shutting the door behind us. Olivia had her hands tangled in my hair and pulled me in close, her thigh slipping between my legs, rubbing at me. I moaned, trying to stay focused, but I was losing my way again.

"My turn," Dean said suddenly, appearing behind us and spinning Olivia to face him. She turned with a smile that was suddenly cut short as he brought up a silver knife, stabbing her. His face was grim and Richie let out a distressed exclamation.

"What are you doing man!" Richie asked, and Dean glared at him.

"She's the succubus you idiot," I said to Richie, pulling away and sitting on the bed, wrapping my arms around me. Olivia struggled, trying to push Dean off her, but he held her firmly.

"Richie, get something to tie her up with, now!" Dean said and hearing that Olivia started to scream, ear-piercing murder screams. Dean quickly shoved a cloth in her mouth, gagging her, and forcing her into a chair, where Richie started to tie her with the phone cord.

"You used a silver knife right?" Richie asked, looking at Dean.

"Yeah, but it's not that simple," Dean said, standing back. "She'll be weak, but it won't kill her. Leave it in there, I don't know how fast these things heal. Whatever you do, don't touch her! We need to go do something else before we can kill her, we'll be back as soon as possible." Richie was nodding his agreement, looking pale.

"Look, Richie, just stay calm, okay? It'll be fine. Don't touch her, don't untie her, don't ungag her. Just wait for us, okay?" Dean reiterated, taking my silver knife and drawing it across her arm, allowing the blood to drip on to the knife. He wrapped it in a cloth and looked over at Richie to ensure he understood the order.

"Yeah okay man, you got it," Richie said, and then Dean turned to grab me, pulling me to a standing position.

"Are you okay? I need you focused!" He said sternly to me. I nodded, blinking back the haze. Now she wasn't touching me, I felt a lot clearer.

"Yeah, yeah let's go," I said.

"Hey guys. I did find out something while I was looking into the other couples. All of them have visited the bar where this girl works." Richie said and I looked up at Dean.

"He has to be there somewhere. She was quite keen on the DJ," I said, looking over at Olivia. Dean nodded.

"Let's go," he said. "We don't have a lot of time."

Local Bar

Beth's POV

The same bartender from last night was there when we arrived, the place was a little quieter, much less people around. The DJ hadn't started yet, but he was setting up his equipment. I stared at him until the bartender came up, washing up the counter in front of him.

"Quiet tonight," I said to Marcus as I leaned on the bar.

"Yeah, always is on a Monday," he commented and I frowned, we'd arrived Saturday night. We'd literally lost a day somewhere. "What'll it be? Still got sex on the brain?" He asked with a grin.

I chuckled and nodded. "Sounds good, but uh, just a beer for him," I said, nodding toward Dean who looked relieved.

"Coming right up," Marcus said with a smile.

"So we uh, we were looking for Olivia, has she been around?" Dean asked Marcus when he laid the beer down in front of him.

"Ohhh, she's a lot of fun isn't she?" Marcus said with a grin. "Yeah she's been around. Finished her shift a half hour ago, but I think you might have missed out tonight dude, she left with some little Italian fella, not usually her type, but hey – each to their own right?"

"Yeah, yeah no accounting for some people's taste, huh?" Dean asked with a grin. "Hey look, is there anyone, another man, who she sort of hangs out with a fair bit here?"

"You jealous?" Marcus asked with a laugh and Dean shook his head.

"Nah, just curious, we were thinking... well you know... always fun to experiment," Dean said and I felt sick just thinking about it. Marcus smiled broadly at him and nodded toward the DJ.

"Well, she and Theo over there share an apartment," he said, and Dean looked thoughtful.

Marcus was staring at me as I sipped at my drink, and it was starting to make me feel self-conscious. Dean wandered off to question the DJ and he leaned forward with a suggestive look.

"You know, if you guys want... I'd be happy to help you out since Olivia isn't available," he said. I nearly spat out my drink in shock – really? I took another gulp just to cover my surprise and smiled at him.

"Yeah, uh, maybe... what did you have in mind?" I said, admiring the golden curls on his head and his bright blue eyes. He was definitely hot, no denying that. He stroked a hand along my forearm and I felt tingles pulsate along my arm, resonating down my body in shivers.

"You are, really, really something," he said, leaning in to me, his hand grasping my chin and lifting my lips to his. He kissed me and my legs nearly collapsed under me, I clung to the bar, lost on a wave of passion that left me breathless. I felt the metallic taste of blood pool in my mouth and belatedly I realised what was happening. I pushed back, tripping over my own feet in my haste, landing on the floor to stare up at him. Marcus started to laugh, and then suddenly Dean was behind him, grasping him around the neck as he shoved his blood-soaked silver knife into the man.

Dean dragged him quickly into the store room behind them, and I rushed to my feet, feeling unsteady and dizzy. I felt my way around the bar, heading for the store room. Inside, Dean was pinning the incubus down the knife embedded in his chest.

The demon seemed dead. "It didn't kill him?" I asked.

"No... any ideas?" Dean asked urgently.

My legs collapsed with a wave of euphoria and I hit the floor. Dean looked back at me startled.

"Are you okay?" He asked. I shook my head.

Marcus stared up at me and I felt as if I was having the life sucked out of me as wave after wave of rapture washed over me. I lay on the ground, panting with the delirium it was causing. My legs shook and I groaned feeling an orgasm building without so much as a touch.

"Oh... damn..." Dean muttered, and he turned to smash Marcus in the face with a punch, rendering the man unconscious.

"My blood..." I said and shuddered, the after effects of the blood in my mouth fighting with my desire to stay conscious instead of giving in to the euphoria threatening to overwhelm me. Dean looked at me, frowning, and then seemed to realise what I was saying.

"You think?" He asked.

"It's infected with both of them now," I groaned, still in the throes of an undesired orgasm. Dean pulled me into his arms, watching as I moaned and gasped, clinging to him. I felt sick and ecstatic at the same time, riding on something that wasn't going to stop, that seemed to be edging me on but not completing. He gulped and pulled the knife out of Marcus, and I held out my arm to him, closing my eyes, shaking.

The sharp sting of metal eating into me was sudden and drove me even deeper into the passion I was feeling. I groaned and Dean looked worried as he placed me against the wall, turning to Marcus. He plunged the knife into the incubus again and with a long expelled breath, the man stopped moving, then shimmered – the illusion of a man fading into a serpent like creature. Dean turned, looking satisfied, before he knelt next to me, pulling me back into his arms.

With a cry I leaned my head back against Dean's arm, whimpering as another wave hit me, still not bringing me over the edge. I arched against him and then felt his hands pressing against me, opening my jeans and sliding in to find me hot and ready. I sighed with relief, bucking against him and his fingers easily and expertly found the right angle, the exact spot I needed, rubbing along me, as I groaned into his shoulder. Within seconds I crashed over the edge, thrashing against him, my body shaking like I was having a seizure. I clung to him for a good long while as the ecstasy subsided, completely exhausted.

"Damn, talk about starting without me," Dean said with a grin. I forced myself into a sitting position and shoved at him.

"Shut up!" I said with a laugh, already starting to feel better.

We looked over at the dead body beside us, and Dean grimaced, pulling the silver knife out of the man.

"I'm glad I have you to figure this stuff out," Dean said, standing and helping me to my feet. I laughed.

"It was a hunch," I said.

"Yeah, but a good one." He said with a smile. He pushed open another door to the store room which led outside. We stepped out into the balmy evening air and started down the alleyway toward our motel, time to finish the job.

Motel

Dean's POV

Beth was still looking a little shaky and I glanced over at her, worried. I'd never seen anything quite like the effect these creatures had on us. Just the tiniest amount of blood had you reeling.

We entered back into Richie's motel room, and heard some groaning happening. With a grimace I looked at Beth and she pulled out the knife, drawing it across her arm again, coating it with fresh blood. Quietly we rounded the little foyer into the main room. Richie was sprawled out across the bed, and perched on top of him was Olivia. I stared at her as she rode the little man on the bed. She was all grace and elegance, sliding back and forth her long hair flipping about her shoulders. I swallowed, and Beth shook me, indicating with a nod that she was going to circle around, handing me the knife.

Richie looked euphoric, but then I noticed he was fading, his skin turning ashen before my very eyes. She was riding him hard, sucking the very life from him as we watched, obviously she'd found a way to heal herself, and we'd returned not a moment too soon. I stepped forward, and she heard me, turning bright blue eyes to stare.

"Dean..." she said, freezing, and then she smiled seductively. "Why don't you join us?"

"Yeah, uh, no thanks," I responded, shaking my head.

"Your little friend here decided to see reason, help me heal that nasty stab wound" she said, glancing down at Richie who was smiling at her and lost to his own passions. He was moaning, and reached out to fondle her breasts, she batted his hands away impatiently.

"Not usually my style," she said to me, looking me up and down. "You however..."

I revealed the knife in my hand. She stopped and looked at it. Richie groaned, writhing in agony at the withdrawal of her attentions.

She moved quickly. Faster than I expected. One moment she was on the bed, the next she was beside me, her hands pushing me up against the wall, forcing the silver knife from my hand. She leaned in and bit me on the neck, hard, drawing blood. A bite to her own lip drew blood and she leaned in.

Beth took that moment to stab her in the back with the knife that Olivia had discarded on the floor. Olivia reeled back, gasping in surprise. I pushed her head away to avoid the blood, and propelled her on to the bed, face first, holding her down at the back of her neck as she started to writhe, her skin turning scaled and hard. I held her until she stopped moving.

Richie struggled to his senses, climbing backwards on the bed.

"You checked in under a fake name, right?" I asked Richie, and he nodded, spellbound by the sight.

"Time to get packing then dude." I said, throwing him the pants off the floor. He looked at us, stuttering and unsure.

"What... how?" He stuttered, looking back and forth between the succubus and us.

"Man, I'm telling you, you are not cut out for this work Richie, it's gonna get you killed. Go home, live a normal life." I said, grabbing my silver knife off the carpet and looking over at Beth.

She was staring at her blood soaked hands. I sighed, remembering the time I'd had to stop her from scrubbing away her very skin after the demon possessing her had used her body to kill her father. She had been like Lady Macbeth, unable to get the blood out.

"Beth," I said gently, and she looked up at me. "Come on."

She nodded, and started to walk toward me. I put my arm around her and led her to the door.

"Remember what I said Richie, no more hunting," I said and I glanced out into the hallway to make sure no one was coming before opening our own room and leading Beth inside.

I put her straight in the shower, she was shivering and scratching at her skin like bugs were crawling under it.

"God, what's wrong with me?" She said, scrubbing at her hands.

I bit my lip, I didn't like the answer that was coming. "You're in withdrawal," I said, and she looked up at me.

"Withdrawal... from what?" She asked, her eyes looking deadly serious.

"Have a guess," I said with a grin.

"Oh, ick, oh … just... god! Dammit my holidays always get ruined," she wailed, sinking to the floor of the shower stall. I turned the taps off and wrapped a towel around her.

"Well, if it passes anywhere near as quickly as it's come on... we'll still have time to go to Miami," I said. "Right now I have to get us to a new motel." I pulled her up, and she was scratching at her arm again. I held her hand and wrapped a small towel around it. "Stop, try not to, okay?" She nodded and sighed as I towelled her off, and then returned to get her something to wear.

I grabbed a simple dress from her bag, slipping it over her and then helping her into some underwear. Good enough. She was towelling off her hair to keep herself busy, eyes looking a little freaked out.

When we got to the new motel, she grabbed me, kissing me with an urgent hunger, and reluctantly I pulled her back. "It's only going to make things worse," I said, and she groaned.

"Please Dean, I can't stand it," she said, running her hands along my chest. "Just kiss me, nothing more, just give me something to take the edge off. I'm too tired to do anything else anyway," she said with a smile. I laughed and shook my head at her.

"Seductress," I said, moving in to take her face in my hands, brushing my lips across hers.

"Mhmmm," she murmured, pulling me back on to the bed. I lay beside her, looking down at those big brown eyes and smiling.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" I asked her, and she smiled.

"Mmmm, well that feels nice to hear, what else?" She asked.

I grinned, kissing her with each word. "Funny, intelligent, inspirational, considerate, graceful, super, super sexy..." she giggled when I said that.

I kissed her as if she was a delicate flower that might fall apart at any moment, nothing sexual about it at all, just loving her, cherishing the feel of her lips under mine. She sighed contentedly. "Wow..." She whispered, smiling up at me.

"I love you," she said softly, watching me as I stared down at her. I saw her eyes flutter and she yawned. "Will you hold me while I sleep?"

I nodded, kissing her forehead. She slipped under the covers of the bed and I kicked off my shoes and pants snuggling in behind and pulling her close.

"Get some rest," I said, kissing the back of her neck, thinking to myself about how never in my life had I chosen sleep over sex, but there was always a first time for everything.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

Song for this chapter is: You're Making Me by Toni Braxton

This was supposed to be a short piece and just kept going and going and going... like a damn energizer bunny!

Nothing is sort of grabbing at me right now so I have no idea what's getting posted next. But it'll likely be whatever is next in the series...maybe.

I know Supernatural Wiki said Richie started hunting after this encounter and meeting Dean, but I decided on a different route :)

Oh, I kind of had Olivia Wilde (as a blonde) pictured for the succubus :)

Hope you enjoyed the story :)