Author's Note: Sorry for taking so long to upload this chapter but it was a real bitch to write! Hope you like as the next chapter will be the last for this episode! Enjoy! ;)
Half an hour later, after the two had gotten dressed, Dean and Sam are sitting opposite each other at the table next to the window, watching as a lonely car passes by whilst eating the food that Dean had bought several hours before. Yet he's having a real tough time eating his jammy doughnuts whilst staring at Sam as he dunks his spongy liquorice sticks into the peanut butter, which had softened during the night.
Dean grimaces, "Seriously dude, that is beyond sick. Are you sure you're gonna be alright after eating that? Or should we keep this as a barf bag?" He then picks up the plastic bag he was given to hold the food.
"That's so funny," Sam retorts sarcastically after devouring one of the sticks with a lump of peanut butter on it, a groan escaping from the back of his throat to signify his satisfaction.
"I keep telling you I'll be fine and this," he shows off another stick with peanut butter on it, "Tastes freakin' gorgeous, you should really try some," he offers before his concoction disappears behind white teeth.
Dean presents his doughnut out in front of him so Sam can see it also, "I think I'll stick with these if it's all the same with you," he answers, turning away so he can eat it without having to watch Sam scoff down what he thinks is proper food.
Once the brothers have consumed their grub they're quickly back into hunting mode, discussing what to do next, "So," Dean starts, pacing up and down in front of Sam with his hands on his hips, "Any ideas on who to point the finger at?
"Well," Sam begins, lifting one leg over the other and resting his head on his palm, "There's Mackenzie Kimble. We still haven't been to her place yet and checked her story out."
Dean shakes his head with certainty, "Nah, I think Arthur and his "butler" Gregson have something to do with it. I just have this gut feeling," before sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Why? Do you think Mackenzie's not capable of doing something like that in vengeance for having her lover snatched away from her when she was at her most happiest?"
Dean shakes his head to himself. He knows where Sam's going with this and although it does sound like a very good explanation, he just couldn't bring himself to think that a woman chose to evoke her dead lover's spirit into killing innocent people instead of living on knowing the fact that he truly loved her and wanted her to be with him forever. That's what Dean secretly craves for when he and Sam are finally done with this job, this so-called life they've been living since their mother was tragically killed by Azazel. A life where it's just him and Sam, living in a place they call home filled with love, laughter and, hopefully, children when they're ready to become parents. That's the reason why they're so careful now when they're making love. Not wanting to bring an sweet, innocent life into the world that's filled with too much evil. It's not safe for a child but Dean argues that they'd be able to protect it with every ounce of their being. That's what Sam treasures the most about his brother; behind all the killing, the macho ego and the joking, Dean's overly protective and incredibly loyal to those he loves and cares about so much.
Dean blinks his thinking away, looking back at Sam who's waiting for his answer, "No, I can't imagine she'd do something like that. I still hold to my word."
"Well, if that's your choice then I'm not going to argue with you over it. You can just drop me off at Mackenzie's and I'll investigate it myself." Sam decrees, now standing to his feet and stretching his long arms into the air, nearly touching the ceiling with them.
Dean didn't like it. What if he's right and she is behind this? What if she attacks Sam and...he didn't dare say it less it comes true as he pushes himself off the bed, "No Sam, I ain't letting you go on your own. It could be dangerous."
Sam purses his lips angrily, hating the fact that Dean thinks he's still in need of protecting, "Dean! We don't have time for this right now! You know as well as I do that I'm right on this!"
Seeming like forever before Dean decides on what to do he eventually gives in, "Alright but as soon as you whiff any sign of trouble, you call me ya hear?" He points his finger at Sam, the other hand resting on his hip.
"Of course, now let's go. The sooner we finish this, the sooner I get my present," Sam flashes his eyebrows and his perfect, white teeth before leaving the motel room and Dean, who's shaking his head and smiling to himself, behind...
When they reach Mackenzie's address, they both quickly deduce that she also likes her privacy because before you can even get to her house, you have to either walk or drive down a long, dusty drive with forest surrounding it on both sides. Pulling on the brake Dean turns in his seat, looking at Sam with worry on his face and in his voice, "I still don't like this Sam. My gut's playing up with me and it's...spooky."
Sam has to laugh through his dimples, "Aren't we a little old for using words like spooky? Except Dean doesn't find it at all funny and gives him a look that just dares him to continue laughing.
"Hey I'm being serious here Sam, I'm getting a real bad vibe from this place," but before any more worry can slip into his mind Sam leans over, cups his cheek in his large hand and pulls him into a comforting kiss. Full of love and passion Dean knows he should pull back, demand that he go with him but he also knows that it'll just end up with the both of them arguing some more and Sam's just as stubborn as he is anyway. A trait they both inherited from their Dad. Finally both pulling back for the need of air Dean can't help but smile, licking his lips and getting a taste of his brother on them, "You know that's not going to work all the time."
"We'll see. Be seeing you," and with that Sam gives him a chaste kiss before departing, shutting the door behind him and strolling down the long drive with his bag full of essentials up on his shoulder.
Shaking his head with the thought of leaving him on his own after he promised himself that he wouldn't, Dean roars the Impala back to life and thunders down the road en route to this little "talk" with Mr. Greenway.
After seeming like hours since Dean dropped him off, Sam finally makes it to the home of Mackenzie Kimble but, instead of an extravagant-looking house with a white picket fence and a large garden ready for the Spring like he imagined, he discovers that it comes across as quite the opposite. The trees and the flowers appear dead and barren, as though they haven't been taken care of for years. The gate leading into the front garden's off its hinges and rusting with age while the path leading to the house's falling apart. This is strange, Sam mulls as he follows the path to the front door, Looks like no-one's been here for years. He clenches his hand into a fist before knocking on the door but it opens, clearly not being shut in the first place. Reaching into his bag for his gun Sam calls out into the darkness.
"Hello? Miss Kimble?" His voice echoes throughout the house as he edges himself inside, keeping close to the door. The floorboards creak from under his weight and the rooms inside look a lot worse than the outside. Curtains and furniture are dusty and tattered, the wallpaper's peeling off the wall and the place smells of dampness and...death.
"Miss Kimble? Are you alright?" Course she's not alright Sam! It's probably her decomposing body that you're smelling right now! Sam shouts in his head, now standing right at the bottom of the stairs. Suddenly the door slams shut and a dark figure brushes past him so fast he doesn't have time to blink.
"Sssaaammmyyy," a voice resonates, definitely belonging to a woman and sounding quite soft and yet so menacing.
Sam jerks around, bag at his feet and gun out close to his chest, as the dark figure flies by behind him before he can even spin around.
"Tut, tut, Sammy. You're in my domain now," the voice declares before a hard backhand comes out of nowhere and sends him soaring into the living room and right against the wall before falling to the floor.
The figure strolls assertively into the room, her high-heel boots clicking against the wooden floors. As Sam struggles for breath he lifts his head up to glance at his swift attacker. Sporting a gray halter-neck top, which can't help but show off her cleavage, black low-rise jeans and those tanned high-heel boots, Sam's eyes widen as he realizes who the woman is who just attacked him viciously.
"Mackenzie?"
The woman smiles devilishly through white teeth before her eyes darken until they're pitch black like her shoulder-length hair, empty like all the other demons', "Used to be all those years ago. Now, it's Phebe."
Using her telekinetic ability Phebe lifts him off the floor and holds him against the wall, not putting on any more pressure other than pinning him to it. An intimidating smirk forms on her blood-red lips, accompanied by those empty, black eyes, "Well, well, well. Never thought I see the day I'd run into you. The one destined to fall to the dark side and become our ruler for the new age." Still pinning him to the wall, the black-eyed demon looks around and sneers, "What? No big brother to back you up with his wisecracks and "shoot first, ask questions later" motif?"
Sam doesn't say anything, just purses his lips and gives her a disgusted look, "So you've been killing all those innocent people," he manages before taking a needed breath, "Not Mackenzie. No-one could ever be capable of such acts unless they were evil."
Sam's surprised when she starts laughing, "What so funny?" He asks, wanting to know how he amused her.
"It was Mackenzie who wished this in the first place, Sammy. This sweet and innocent body practically begged for it."
She can see his look of bewilderment and carries on, "Oh yeah. It what you 'humans' call heartbreak. She was so full of it when I happened to 'bump' into her while she grieved. I practically promised her the world and she happily obliged, not knowing that I was lying and that she would only be a vessel in my plan to give me sustenance."
Sustenance? Why would a demon want that? They don't need sustenance, Sam wonders as she caught his thinking.
"Oh, I forgot. I'm not like other demons, well I mean I have the black eyes and the powers but I also have a little "hunger" problem. You see, unlike the others, I need to feed on the essence of humans to exist on this plane or I'll, well you get the picture. And what better to quench my thirst than on the essences of lusty lovers."
"So, why the spirit? Why can't you do it yourself?"
"It's called 'help' Sammy. Why do the dirty work when you can have someone, well in this case, something else do it for you? All I needed was something that was precious to her for the spell to work so, after finding her lover's dead body, I thought his head would do the trick. Now whenever I need sustenance, I just evoke him with the spell and he'll do the deed. Sometimes he'll come empty-handed so I snack on what I can find within this area but not all of the time, as you can tell by the smell."
And she's right as well. The smell of flesh rotting for two decades' becoming quite intoxicating as it roams up Sam's nose who's trying his best to breath in through his mouth but it only seems to make it worse. Then he catches something, her glimpse at his stomach. The same glimpse that Ruby gave him just last night. What has caught their attention that he couldn't see or feel for himself.
"Oh, now it's getting interesting," she grins before throwing him across the room, landing hard on top of an age-ridden coffee table.
A gust of air escapes Sam's lips as he struggles to breathe, clutching his chest and slowly clambers up with the help of the furniture. Phebe just waiting for him to make the move, not knowing what he's truly capable of.
"What's interesting?" Sam has to ask, keeping his posture as he takes in another breath.
"You mean you don't know? Ha, ha, I love it!" She exclaims out of nowhere, her hands gesturing in the air for a second, "But I'm not going to tell you. I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise when it finally happens...anyway, back to kicking your scrawny ass!" She then charges in, swinging a left hook but Sam blocks it and boots her in the mid-section before taking a shot at her several times.
As usual the bullets didn't kill her but she lets out a scream nonetheless, Sam mistaking her for a banshee. She looks down at her body, seeing the blood seep from the wounds and glares back at him, now majorly pissed off, "You ruined my top! You'll pay for that bitch!"
With heightened agility Phebe leaps into the air and revolves into a roundhouse kick, which connects with Sam's jaw and sends him slamming into the wall. Without giving him time to recuperate, Phebe then takes a hold of his bangs and starts to slam his forehead against the rotten plaster. Not taking more of this Sam, in a quick motion, places a hand on the wall to stop the head battering, grabs her by her hair and starts to bash her head against it. Then he throws her with all her might away from him before succumbing to fatigue. Holding onto his head, which now has a nasty wound, Sam's vision's blurry and can't see Phebe literally get up like nothing happened and strolls towards him. Standing right underneath the door-frame Phebe pulls him back by his hair and growls, "Goodbye Sam. Say hello to your parents for me."
Suddenly she lets out a breathless gasp. Looking up Sam can just make out a dagger, looking a lot like Ruby's, protruding through her chest. She then convulses violently, flickering with light before a small cloud of smoke expels from her mouth. Phebe's "essence" finally disperses, leaving Mackenzie's body to fall to the floor, dead. The only thing Sam can remember before blacking out is the hand holding the dagger baring a silver ring and the soft words of their voice reassuring him that he's going to be alright and that's it's over. Sam knew it's Dean straight the way and, although he's mad at him for coming to his rescue, he nevertheless allows him to hold him as he closes his eyes. Fatigue finally taking over...