Warning: Some implied mature content.

Dean lay shivering on his stone perch. He was tired of being cold and equally tired of staring at the roughhewn ceiling overhead. He pondered how long he'd been doing just that. Five minutes would have been too long and he was damn sure it had been a hell of a lot longer than five minutes.

Where the hell is Sam?

Worry for his brother tapped a rhythmic cadence in the back of his mind. His wrists and ankles were raw and stinging from fruitlessly pulling on his bonds. Eventually, to break the monotony, he closed his eyes and began to recite an inventory of the arsenal kept in the Impala's trunk. When he finished, he mentally began to review long ago lessons he'd learned from his father.

Whether it was a noise or simply a change in the air, Dean couldn't tell, but he knew in an instant that he was no longer alone. His eyes few open and he stared in shock at the woman from his dream.

"You!"

The woman smiled. "Yes, me. You can call me Asilah. Surprised to see me?"

"It wasn't a dream then?"

"Oh, no—not a dream. Not at all."

Dean flinched at her words.

"What are you? A witch of some sort?"

Dean jumped when the woman threw back her head and laughed.

"A witch? Oh, please—don't insult me like that."

"Then what are you?"

"You'll find out." She shrugged and sauntered closer. "I find I'm a little hungry." The brunette licked her lips and leaned toward him, her hair brushing lightly across his chest.

Bound the way he was, Dean could do nothing but watch as her face drew near his.

"You're a vampire?"

Again the woman chuckled. "No, nothing as mundane as a vampire." She tilted her head in thought. "Though there are some who would say I'm a sexual vampire," she mused.

I'm really not liking the sound of this. Dean's stomach rolled as bits and pieces of last night's faux dream came back to him.

He jerked slightly when she reached out and skimmed a finger across the top of his shoulder.

"Relax. All I need from you right now is your breath. A little pick me up before the others come." She leaned in, angling her lips a fraction of an inch away from his. "Well, it'll pick me up but you on the other hand . . ."

"Back off, bitch!" he muttered.

In one smooth move, she reared back and backhanded him across the mouth.

Dean felt his lower lip split and his mouth fill with blood. He turned his head and spat before grinning up at her, his teeth glowing pink in the light.

With lightning speed, Asilah's hand shot out and she gripped Dean's lower jaw. "I could do this the easy way, but why? Essence is far more nourishing—more intoxicating—when forced." Her fingers tightened painfully on his jaw.

"Open your mouth."

At her command, Dean gritted his teeth in defiance.

Her punishing hold became excruciating and still he wouldn't relent. So great was the pressure, Dean was sure the bone would crack any second. Then, without warning, her hand moved from his jaw to his neck and he was suddenly without precious air.

Asilah's hand squeezed harder as Dean thrashed, desperately trying to break her hold. Black and white spots jitterbugged in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, she let go.

Instinctively, Dean began to draw air deep into his lungs. As he heaved in and out, she fed—sucking in breath after tortured breath. Weakness crawled along his limbs, expanding as she harvested her sustenance.

After many long minutes, Asilah sat back and wiped a hand across her mouth. "Mmmm. That's even better than last night."

She reached out and stroked Dean's right hip. "I wonder if that means the rest of the . . . banquet . . . will be better as well."

With every ounce of willpower in his body, the elder Winchester resisted Asilah's sensual touch, yet was revulsed and a little shamed when he felt his body begin to respond to her calculated ministrations.

Sarcasm, his second best friend, sprang to his rescue.

"So this is how an aggressive bitch like you gets some, huh?"

He tensed when her fingers briefly tightened in a tender spot before falling away.

Asilah stared at him for a moment, an evil smile appearing in increments on her face.

"You've no idea. But it will have to wait. The others are here."

"The others?"

"My offspring. Lamia and Lil. Surely you remember them?"

With some effort, Dean vaguely recalled the two young blondes who had shown up unexpectedly at the lake. "The twins?" His face registered confusion.

"Yes, my semi-human offspring. Known as Cambion. And I, of course, am a succubus. I'm quite surprised really that you hadn't figured that out yet. Not so smart . . . for a hunter."

The part human, part demon offspring she spoke of appeared in the mouth of the cave. Hungry eyes locked on Dean. Only then did he see the translucent green glow in their eyes.

"I knew last night you were a good choice," Asilah announced.

Though Dean knew the answer, he reflexively asked, "A good choice for what?"

"Prey."

TBC . . .