My sincere apologies to everyone who reads this story :( My summer job and my severe writers block has kept me away for far too long. I hope this chapter makes up for the long wait I have put you through :)

Dean's POV.

"Dude, would you please stop that!" Sam pleaded from behind his computer.

I sighed and stopped tapping my fingers against the wooden, dining room table.

I was bored as hell waiting for Calleigh to get back. It had only been a couple of hours since we questioned the "supposed" suspect and we were waiting to see if the coroner had come up with anything to help us. Sam was sitting opposite me, doing research on his laptop as usual while I sat here, doing nothing. I was about to get up and see what was on tv, when the door opened. I sighed with relief as Calleigh walked through and shut the door behind her.

"What the coroner say?" Sam and I asked in union. A smile spread across her face and she giggled before replying back.

"The only thing odd about the murders was that there was sulfur in the wounds. It doesn't really surprise me considering that the house was practically dumped in it." she said as she walked over to us.

"Did you call Bobby?" she asked, turning to me.

"Yeah I did. He has a theory about what we're dealing with?" I said.

"What?"

"A succubus." As the words left my lips, a look of realization passed over her face.

"God, that makes perfect sense. A demon looking for a sperm." she replied.

"Which means that there's probably an incubus somewhere around here too." Sam said.

"Great. Now we just have to find out where." she sighed as she sat down next to me. Her knee accidently brushed mine. A surge of electricity seemed to flow through me at the single touch. I looked at her in the eyes and saw the my emotions reflected. She quickly looked away, but not before I noticed the goosebumps on her arms.

"Are there any abandoned buildings around here that could be used as a hideout for them?" Sam asked, breaking the sudden tension that surrounded us.

A moment passed as she thought. "Hey, can I see that?" she asked, pointing to Sam's laptop. He shook his head and passed it to her. The sound of tapping filled me ears for only a moment, before she turned the laptop to show me and Sam a picture on the screen. It was a two-story, gray factory with a "Larry's Toys" sign on the top of the roof.

"I should have thought of it earlier. It's an old toy factory that was made in the early 80's. It closed when the owner of the toy brand, Larry, died. Everything went to hell with him and the factory closed in the mid 90's. Its dead center of the area were the killings took place. I bet you ten bucks, thats where we'll find our sperm-stealing Bonnie and Clyde." She said with determination in her eyes.

"Your on." I said, giving her my most smug grin.

Her smile matched mine. "Prepare to lose, buddy boy."

It was 6:45. 15 minutes till we headed out in search for the murderous, demonic Romeo and Juliet. Sam was packing the essential supernatural killing items into the duffel bag, while I sat on the guest bed cleaning my gun.

"Got the holy water?"

"Yes, Dean."

"Got the exorcism book?"

"Yes, Dean."

"Got the colt?"

"Yes, master." Sam responded in an Igore-like voice. I looked up to see him leaning over and limping, pretending he had a hump on his back like Draculas, deformed servant. I gave him a glare that could strike anyone dead with just one look. Well, except for Sam that is.

A girlie giggle came from the doorway and we both turned to see Calleigh leaning against the archway. Her honey blond hair was in a ponytail that swung from side-to-side whenever she moved. She wore a black tank top underneath an army-green jacket. She had on blue jeans the were ripped in a few places. I guessed these were her hunting clothes.

"You boys almost ready?" she asked with an innocent voice.

"Just about." I said as I looked down the barrel of my gun to make sure I hadn't missed anything. I smiled with pride and tossed the gun to Sam who put it in the duffel. "Now we're ready" I said with a cheesy grin.

She gave an eye roll and then whipped around and walked away. I threw on my black jacket and quickly followed her out of the room with Sam directly behind me.

Me and Sam automatically headed towards the Impala while Calleigh locked her front door. I threw the duffel in the the trunk and headed towards the drivers door. Sam, the gentleman that he is, opened the right, back door for Calleigh to get in. She smiled sweetly before sliding into the back seat, her own bag in hand. I was slightly taken back by the pang of jealousy that hit me at seeing her smile at him. I quickly shook it off though and got inside the drivers seat. I smiled with pride as I heard her engine purr with a start before pulling out. I had memorized the the map of the area and knew exactly what roads to take to get to the factory.

I couldn't help but take several glances through the rearview mirror, at She was staring outside at the retreating sun. Her blue-green eyes shining in the light. She had a look of, what I could only guess was worry. Bobby told us she was rusty, maybe she's afraid that she'll won't be as sharp as she used to be. Or that we were already too late. Or that it would hurt one of us or her.

I wouldn't let that happen though.

I would protect her, as well as Sammy, with all that I have in me. I'd die for either one of them if I had too. I haven't know her for very long, but she was special. I could feel it. I would give myself over gladly to these sick bastards before they even laid a hand on her.

Her eyes connected with mine through the mirror. In an attempt to break the chic-flick moment, I gave her a wink. She bit her lip to keep from laughing and she blushed. Her eyes now sparkled with amusement as she turned back to the window.

I could totally get used to this..