My first day off in what feels like forever! And that's only because I'm sick. Ha! I am super sorry though about the complete writers block I've had for the last couple months. I hope to finish this story sometime before 2011, but I can't make any promises. I hope you like the new chapter :)

Calleigh's POV.

We parked a street away from Larry's Toy Factory, as to not warn the Incubus and the Succubus of our coming arrival. We silently made our way to the opening of the factory with our guns in hand. We got to the entrance, and Dean nodded at us. We nodded back before entering the massive building.

The inside was covered head to toe in dust and the old machines were falling apart in rust. Trash of every kind littered the floor and I spotted a few giant ass rats scurrying across the back wall. I shivered in disgust.

"I hate rats." I whispered to myself. Dean looked over at me and smiled.

"Ditto." he whispered to me.

Our eyes scanned the area, before I spotted a small room on the second floor. What looked like candle light, flickered in the window. I nudged Dean and Sam and pointed to the room. They shook their heads and quietly made their way to the stairs to the second floor. I trailed behind them up the stairs and to the room. The door was shut and Dean took his stance to kick it down. Sam darted to front of him to stop him. He grabbed hold of the door knob and twisted it. The door made a subtle pop as it came open. Sam turned back to Dean with a exasperated look on his face before entering the room. Dean pouted slightly and I smiled.

I followed them into the room. It was a small version of downstairs, except their was a mattress in the middle of the room and candles lit everywhere.

"Oh, this is romantic." Dean said as he kicked a old beer can out of the way.

We searched the room top to bottom before making our way out.

"What do we do know?" Dean asked as we walked back down the stairs.

"Well, they might not be here, but I still think we should check. I mean, this is a pretty big factory." Sam said.

"Yeah, you're probably right. OK, let's split up so we can cover more ground. I'll check the upstairs, and you guys can check down here. If we don't find anything in 20 minutes we'll leave and come back later. If we do find anything, we'll call each other." I said.

"Wait, are you sure that's a good idea?" Dean asked. I saw genuine worry shine in his eyes and smiled.

"Dean, I think I we can all take care of ourselves. We've been doing this our entire lives. And if anything does happen, then we'll just scream." I replied.

"Alright, fine. But I still don't like it." He said with a pouting look on his face.

I rolled my eyes. "OK, I'll see you guys in 20 minutes." I said before making my way back up the stairs.

I searched the long, filthy hallway for any clues. I checked every room that lined the hallway. I found nothing but a giant ass rat that was swimming in the woman's toilet. That was enough to scare the shit out of me.

I had still had ten minutes before I met up with the boys, so I decided to recheck the rooms just in case. I was walking down the hallway towards the first room when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I ducked into one of the rooms and listened intently. They definitely didn't belong to the boys, unless they switched their boots for a pair of heels. They footsteps were getting closer and closer. I held the gun up to my face, prepared to shoot if necessary. I took a deep breath, before I made my move. I jumped out from the room and aimed a the person before me.

It was a girl no more than 25 years old. She had long, dark wavy hair and dark brown eyes. She was wearing tight, v-neck, black shirt, tight blue jeans, and tall black heels. She tilted her head to the side as she stared at me. Her eyes traveled my body with a small smile. I became very uncomfortable. When she looked back up at me, her eyes were no longer brown.

They were pitch black.

Before I could do anything, I was struck in the back of the head. The gun fell from my hands and I fell onto the dirty floor. My vision was going in and out. I felt someone kick me over onto my back. The breath was knocked out of me and I clutched my stomach in pain. I looked up and saw a man hovering over top of me, with brown curly hair and black eyes. Fear struck my heart and I tried to scoot as far away from him as I could, but the effects of the blow to my head got the best off me.

And suddenly, everything went black.

Dean's POV.

God, this place stunk. It was like a mixture of alcohol, piss, and garbage. Oh, yeah, and rat poop. I am so taking a 20 minute shower when we get back to Calleigh's place, which would probably be very soon. '

There were no monsters her besides the ginormous rats that roamed the halls. Either the sons of bitches left or they were off doing God knows what. I just hope they weren't picking out new victims.

I finished checking out the room I was currently in, and decided to start heading back to the front to meet Sam and Calleigh.

I really didn't like the idea of all us splitting up. I hope they are ok. I know they're adults and can handle themselves, but when your in this business, anything can go wrong at any moment. Me and Sam should be an expert on that. I don't like the thought of Calleigh being alone, especially. The thought of something hurting her makes me feel sick.

I picked up my pace as the worried, paranoid thoughts ran through my head. Before I knew it, I was in front of the factory. Nobody was there yet, and my worry increased.

"Hey, you find anything?"

Sam's voice startled me and I turned around to see him coming towards me from the back. I heaved a sigh of relief and walked closer to him.

"Nothing but rats and their shit. "You?" I asked.

"Same here. Maybe they moved to a different city." he replied.

"Yeah, or maybe their just out picking new victims." I said somberly.

"Well, wherever they are, they're definitely not here." he said.

"Come on. Let's go get Calleigh and then head out of this shithole." I said as I made my way to the stairs with Sam following directly behind me.

I reached the top of the staircase and froze.

"What?" Sam asked as he squeezed in beside me. He followed my gaze and stiffened. There in the middle of the hallway, was Calleigh's flashlight and gun, but no Calleigh.

"Shit." I whispered as I pulled out my gun. We swiftly made it over to the gun and flashlight.

"God, Calleigh where are you?" I asked myself. My heart was pounding with fear and my hands were slightly trembling.

"We'll find her, Dean." Sam said reasuringly.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, boys." a sinister-laced, female voice said from behind.

We whipped around to find a young woman standing before us. She was typical succubmus material: beautiful, sexy, big boobs, the works. But the evil smile that graced her face, made her seem like the ugliest thing in the world.

"Where is she?" Sam asked in a not-so-friendly voice.

"Now, why would I tell you? You boys are probably just gonna try to send me back to Hell anyways, so why even bother with the specifics. Besides, by the time you do find her, it will already be too late." she replied.

"I swear to God, if you hurt her in anyway, I'll kill you, bring you back, and then kill you again, you pathetic, flithy , son of a bitch." I said with anger raging through me.

She let out a small laugh at my coment.

"I never said anything about us hurting her. That would ruin everything." she said smiling wickedly. Sam and I exchanged a confused glance.

"What do you mean ruin everything?" Sam asked.

"Think about it, Sammy. What would an Incubus want with a female, human being? Hmmm? Riddle me that!" she replied.

A second passed before a look of realization passed over his face. He looked at me with a pale face.

"What is it, Sam?" I asked worridly.

"Dean...He's gonna use her as a surrogate."

Cliff hanger! Reviews, please?