Sorry for such the long wait. Summer job taking up mos of my time and energy lately. Here's chapter 8 :)

Dean's POV.

"Bingo! One point for Sam Winchester. No wonder everyone calls you the smart one." The succubus said with a twirl of her long, dark hair.

As the words left her mouth, my heart seemed to drop into my stomach with a slient thud. I felt like I had just been hit by a giant, freezing cold wave head on. These sick, twisted bastards were going to use Calleigh for producing demon spawns. The thought in itself made me queasy enough to want to spint to the bathroom. I couldn't let it happen. I wouldn't let it happen.

I wipped out my flask of Holy Water, splashing it in her face. She screamed at the top of her lungs in pain as I tackled her to the ground. Sam pulled out Dad's journal as I dumped the rest of the water on her. She struggled underneath me with all her might, as her eyes went pitch black.

"Where is she!" I screamed, trying to keep her pinned down as Sam came rushing over with the exorcism.

"It's probably too late now. Why bother with the specifics?" She replied scarcastically with an evil smile.

"I'll ask you one more time, and if you don't tell me where she is, I'll send you back down south for good. Now, where is she!" I said through clenched teeth.

"I'd rather burn in Hell then tell you, Winchester!" she yelled in fury.

"Very well then. Sam!" I screamed and held her down as tight as I could as Sam began the familiar Latin chant. She threw herself back and forth underneath my weight as I held her arms flat against the floor. Sam yelled those last final words of the exorcism. Her head flew back and a giant black cloud of smoke came flying out of her mouth along with a blood curling scream.

Her body went limp and her eyes flew shut. I automatically placed my fingers on her neck to search for a pulse. I breathed a quick sigh of relief as I felt the slow, throbing beat under my fingertips.

"Sam, get her outside. I'm gonna go look for Calleigh." I said as I leaped off her body and onto my feet. I wasted no time in running down the hall and searching every room I could find. I could feel my heart in my throat and my stomach was in knots. I had to save her.

"Calleigh!"

Calleigh's POV.

I thought my head was about to explode. The throbbing, ingnorable pain was bouncing back and forth against my skull like a rubber ball. And not to mention, the entire contents of my stomach were currently settled in my throat.

"Son of a bitch." I cursed as I tried keep myself from passing out from the pain. I slowly opened my closed eyes to get a peak at my surroundings.

Through my blurred vision, I made out what looked to be a basement. A dimly lit, dirty basement with dozens of candles scattered around the room. I looked up to find my hands tied to a rustic, metal bed frame and underneath me was a firm, holey mattress currently home to a couple of cockroaches.

"Sorry about the accomodations, but I fear it was the best we could do on such a tight schedule." a scarcastic voice rang out.

My head shot up at the realization that I was no longer alone. I immediately regretted it though, as a sudden feeling of dizziness overcame me. I swallowed the urge to spew and faced my assailant head on.

In the darkness of he corner, I made out the shape of a man sitting in a plastic chair. He noticed my noticing him and stood up. As he strided over to me, I took in the sight of him.

He was tall, not as tall as Sam, but still tall. His jet black hair came to rest at his shoulders and his dark brown eyes shimmered in the light of the candles. His red t-shirt clug to his sweaty bod and his blood stained jeans were ripped at the knees. His mouth turned into a sinister smile as he squatted down in front of me.

"Hello, Detective Duquesne. Sorry about the head, but knowing your feistiness, you would've put up quite a fight. And we wouldn't want that, would we?" He smiled wickedly.

"How do you know who I am?" I asked as a chill went down my spine in fear.

"Well, I don't let my partner go out alone, that would be irresponsible of me. So, I watch her do her work, and then I like to stick around and watch the helpless police scratch their heads in wonder. Except for you, though. I could tell you knew something was up. I was actually quite impressed. That's when I knew it was you. " He looked at me with an expression that gave me a sinking feeling in my gut.

I didn't have to ask him the question to know the answer. I was the one he was going to impregnate. The one to give birth to his demon children. The horrified expression on my face told him I knew what he was talking about.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. If you just cooperate with me, it will all go by very quickly." He smiled as his eyes glazed over black.

"Over my dead body." I seethed in anger. I wasn't gonna give up that easy.

"All in good time, baby. All in good time." he replied as he stood up and moved back over to the chair to pick something up. I stared menacingly at the roll of duct tape in his hands as he made his way back over to me.

"Now, let's get started." he winked at me.

As he aimed the duct tape at my mouth, I made a quick movement with my foot and nailed him straight in the balls. He gasped in pain and dropped the duct tape as he cluched his jewels.

"Dean! Sam! Help!" I yelled at the top of lungs as I tried to wiggle my hands free from the rope. The incubus was quick on his feet though, and grabbed the duct tape once again.

"Shut up, you little bitch!" He growled as slapped me against the cheek.

The blow was enough to leave a cut on my cheek and a major sting that kept me in shock long enough for him to harshly tape over my mouth. I screamed under the tape, but it was in vain. He laughed at my failed attempts.

"Just keep quite and enjoy what's coming to you." He laughed and proceeded to peal of his shirt. I tried to give him another blow to the gonads, but he quickly grabbed my legs and held them down under his weight as he moved on top of me. My eyes blurred with tears and I had to hold back the urge to sob as he ripped my tank top off of me. I tried once more to move out from under his weight, but he was just to heavy. I was done for. I closed my eyes tight as he began to unbutton my jeans.

It seemed in those moments, my whole life was played like a video in front of me. From the first time I rode a bike, to the time I fell out of that tree and broke my arm, to my best friend Tommy giving me my first kiss during a game of spin-the-bottle, to my first car, to making love for the first time after prom, to graduation, to coming to Miami, to all the friends and family I was going to leave behind. And then finally, I thought of Dean.

I remember seeing him for the first time, to the talk we had in the kitchen, to the spark I felt as we brushed knees, to the the wink he gave me in the car and the way it gave me butterflys in my stomach. I felt something with him, something I haven't felt before. Not with any guy, not Jake, not even Eric.

And now it was all going to be ripped from my hands. I felt my heart split right down the middle in jagged pieces.

Then, as I was praying my final prayers to God, I heard the sound of a door being crashed opened. I shot my eyes open and almost cried tears of joy.

There he was, my knight in shining leather, Dean. I would've laughed at myself for being so cheesy, but now was not exactly the time.

The incubus jumped to his feet and faced Dean head on. The look Dean aimed at him was enough to make a normal person pee themself in fear. They rushed at each other at full speed, taking each other to the ground. Dean swiftly straddled the incubus and began blowing teeth shattering punches. I looked up just in time to see Sam rushing in through the basement door. He took a quick glance at Dean and then to me. He saw my shirtless, cowering state and sprinted to me with worried eyes.

"Oh my God, Calliegh." He gasped as he began to untie my wrists. My arms fell to my sides in pain as he slowly tore off the duct tape from my mouth, trying not to hurt me.

"Are you ok?" He asked with genuine sympanthy shining in his hazel eyes.

"I'll live. Now go help Dean." I replied hoarsely from all screaming. He shook his head and then ran over to help Dean, who's stomach was currently being used as punching bag.

I looked down and sighed with relief to see my pants only partially off. I pulled them up the rest of the way and looked up to hear the tail end of Sam's exorcism. The black smoke bursted out of the man's mouth and went down into the cracks in the floor. The man fell over limp, as Dean proceeded to push him off of him.

I crawled over to Dean side as he was laying on the floor, trying to catch his breath.

"Dean, are you ok?" I asked , putting my hand on his cheek, guiding him to look at me. As he looked up at me, he smiled a genuine smile that made my heart melt.

"I am now." he replied.

I laughed and tried to hide the blush that covered my cheeks.

"Come on. Let's get out of here." I said as we helped each other up off the floor. We looked to Sam as he was looking over the man.

"The poor guy didn't make it." Sam said as he stood up to face use wih a look of dissapointment.

"We can' save them all, Sammy." Dean said sympathetically. Sam shook his head and preceded to whip out his cell phone.

"I'll call it in." he then began to walk out the door, with me and Dean right behind him.

"Hey, Calleigh."

"Yeah, Dean?" I said as I stopped to look back at him.

He came near me me, slipping off his leather jacket in the process, and stoping infront me to wrap the smooth, rugged jacket around me.

"I'm really glad you're ok." He whispered, looking me in the eyes with such tenderness. I smiled my thanks to him, never looking away from his green eyes. I couldn't help myself from leaning up and kissing him on his scruffy cheek, my hand lingering on his chest. I reluctantly pulled back from the embrace, and turned back around to follow Sam.