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Chapter 4:

That Night

Sam was sleeping again. He looked perfectly fine, except he was sweating, pale, and covered in tiny scars. His breathing also sounded a bit ragged. Hex had his lap straddled as she continued to hum her song. She was licking the cuts her scales made as she absorbed the life energy out of Sam. He groaned softly in his sleep.

"So much energy in you…" she rolled her head back, touching every inch of his bare chest with her roaming hands, "Slight spice of demon power in you…" she moaned loudly, grinning, "Wish there were more like you out there…" she nearly purred as her scales shifted, "Makes my scales vibrate…" Sam groaned and tried to roll over, but couldn't due to the succubus sitting on him, "Heh… yes… sleep … sleep forever…" she continued, keeping him aroused even as he slept, humming her song even as she purred from the raw energy entering her body.

Dean was in the next room, trying to watch one of those 'Girls Gone Wild' videos, but was unable to enjoy it due to the music in the next room. He didn't recognize the song, but then again, Danica had a weird and random choice in music. He was reluctant to interrupt them, but then again… was he? He rubbed his temples again.

"Oh come on! That cheesy music has to stop." He got up, nearly tripping over the empty pizza and Chinese take-out boxes, and walked out to the next room, knocking.

"Sam? Danica?" the door pushed open as he knocked, "Dude I'm sorry, I know it's your honeymoon but-"

Hex froze, looking at Dean. Dean froze, looking at the hot, nude woman. Until he noticed the scales and the fact that she was sitting on his little brother.

"I-- …what… you're not Dani… hey!" Hex stopped humming from surprise as Dean rushed in, "What are you doing to Sam?! Get away from him!"

Hex grinned and stood up from the bed in a fluid movement.

"Poor boy…" she started humming again as she walked over to him. Dean's body relaxed, but his mind wasn't quite there.

"You… you're the demon… wh-where's Danica?" his eyes fogged over as she got closer, humming louder. Hex pushed him against the wall lightly, just holding him there.

"It doesn't matter… look at you…" She pressed herself against him. Behind her, Sam groaned and rolled over in his sleep. Dean saw him, "You're a big boy too, aren't you?"

"S-Sam… what are you… doing to…"

"Shhh…" she put her finger over his lips, "It doesn't matter at all…" she pressed herself against him more and kissed him. Dean's eyes slid closed as his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close, "Your room?"

"Yea…" Dean's eyes were fogged over now as Hex held his hand, leading him from the room. She closed the door, sure Sam would sleep long enough for her to take his brother for a ride.

Once inside Dean's room, she walked over to the bed, clearing the flood of food boxes to the floor. She didn't stop her song. Dean walked over and climbed on top of her, brushing her hair from her face and kissing her hard.

"Take me Dean." She purred, her hands already stripping the clothes off of him. She pulled his shirt off, licking his chest. Dean shivered, but didn't reply as he continued to kiss her. Hex tossed the shirt aside and scratched his chest with a claw. He gasped in pain, and then in pleasure as she licked the blood off. Dean could only moan and buck his hips as she pulled his boxers off, "Be patient, I almost have it."

Hex tossed his clothes to the floor, and rubbed her chest against him. Her scales cut into his flesh, making her purr as she continued to lick away blood. He moaned again as she wrapped her legs around him. He didn't waste time entering her, and she purred in approval. He began to rock his hips as her belly began to glow from the energy.

Dean thrust harder and faster, and Hex wrapped her legs around him tighter. Her song continued as she sucked on his neck and throat. He rolled his head back, and his eyes slid shut. Hex felt the hard, swollen length become soft as Dean collapsed on her. He was finished, but that was fine with her. That was the point after all. She had stolen just as much energy from Dean just then as she had from Sam all day. She wasn't going to kill him yet, Sam came first.

"Good boy." She kissed him again as she slid out from under him. He didn't move, "Stay asleep now."

She headed out of the room, shifting back into Danica's form as Sam began to stir. He was feeling oddly tired. His body felt heavy.

"D-Danica?"

Hex walked back in and walked back over to Sam, sitting on the bed.

"Right here, hun." She smirked.

"I… feel like shit…" Sam finally opened his eyes.

"Oh… I'm sorry… poor baby…" she laid down beside him, laying her head on his shoulder. Sam closed his eyes again.

"And… who was here earlier?"

"Just Dean…" she started humming again, "Try to sleep."

"I… I don't want to sleep…"

"Then what do you want to do?" Hex smirked, running her fingers over his chest.

"Not sleep… I need some medicine… or something…"

"Maybe I can make you feel better." She grinned and kissed him. He kissed back tiredly.

"Danica… I don't have the energy to do this again." He looked over at her.

"Oh… you have more energy than you think…" she grinned again as she ran her hand under the blanket, moving lower before Sam grabbed her wrist weakly.

"Danica please…"

Hex just continued to hum, now a bit louder. Sam closed his eyes and let her hand go. Her grin spread.

"Soon… very soon…"

"Soon… till what?" Sam asked, his eyes still closed.

"Try to rest… there's no medicine for this."

"No… medicine…" Sam breathed. Hex started running her hand under the blanket again, moving lower

"That's right… no medicine… rest is all you need… rest and maybe a little recreation…" Sam could only groan in response, his hips leaning into her hand under the sheet, "Do you like that idea, Sammy?"

"I do…" Sam nodded.

"Then take me."

Sam rolled on top of her as she pulled her pants and underwear down. Sam, eyes foggy, didn't waste time as he began to thrust in her. Hex smiled, stealing more energy. Sam didn't last long at all. A few moments and he collapsed, not even ejaculating this time. Hex rolled him off, frowning. He was out cold already.

XxX

Danica was never big on crying, but for the past hour she couldn't seem to stop. She was laying her head on the pipe, trying to think of any other way to get out. Her head was throbbing and it was incredibly hot in the tiny room.

"S-Sam… I'm sorry… so sorry… you've saved me… but I can't save you…"

XxX

Danica looked like shit, to be fair. Voices had been keeping her up at night for weeks. She had to tell Sam and Dean, they already knew about the demon in the town causing it. Now she was sitting under a tree in her own back yard, pale with dark circles under her eyes. She was doing her best to stay awake, Sam was afraid that if she fell asleep now she wouldn't wake back up.

"I don't like this." Sam said, watching from the Impala.

"I don't either, but it's our best bet."

"Why does it have to be her?"

"It's already after her. If we don't get it now, it could get her later."

The demon had been making people hear its voice, or see its image in their mirrors, trying to make them think they were crazy. It was trying to do so, so they would think they were crazy and they would eventually kill themselves. Then it would devour them and steal their souls. So far, three people in the town had been killed. Danica was its next victim. It picked her because she didn't want Sam to leave, in fact, earlier that same day they had argued about it. Sam didn't want her to come because he was afraid of losing her. It was easier to leave.

Danica sat beneath the tree, holding a knife. Above her, five little balls of light sat, watching. There was a pink one, a gold one, a silver one, a purple one, and a blue one. They were her girls, her fairies. They were there for comfort because she was bait, and she was terrified. True, this had been her idea, but now that she was actually here, she was regretting it.

There was a noise, branches breaking. Danica turned to look, but saw nothing. Her stomach went into a knot. Another sound, and she jumped again.

"Do it." She looked up and saw a black outline, "Finish it." It hissed at her. She shook her head.

"No."

"He'll leave you. Just do it, leave him before he can hurt you."

"Danica!" Sam came running out. The demon hissed and jumped on top of her. Danica cried out loudly. Sam ripped the demon off of her and tossed him away, turning around to face it.

"Sam!" Dean tossed him a shot gut loaded with rock salt. Sam caught it and fired it at the demon. Dean did the same. The demon dodged again and again, lunging at Danica again.

"Stop!" Sam snapped. The demon froze, blinking and staring at him.

"You… you're the demon ki-"

"Sammy!"

Sam aimed and shot the rock salt square in the demon's head. Its eyes widened before its body began to melt into the ground. The grass died where the black acidic goo touched it.

"That's it? I'm kinda disappointed." Dean said, "Why did that work? It's just rock salt."

"I don't know, but it looks pretty dead to me. I'll look it up later." Sam looked back over at Danica. She was facing away from them on her side beneath the tree, and hadn't moved.

"Dani?" he walked over and knelt beside her, putting his hand on her shoulder, "Hey, its over." She didn't move. Dean walked over, putting his gun down.

"Rise and shine kiddo." But still, she didn't move.

Sam rolled her onto her back, and froze. The knife she had brought for protection was embedded in her chest. Blood was everywhere, on her clothes, on her chest, and on the grass.

"D…Dani…" Sam pulled her close, hugging her to him tightly and pulling the blade out. She was just deadweight. Sam buried his face in her hair.

"My god…" that's all Dean could say as he watched. The five little fairies, each named after their color, flew down, circling Sam and Danica, "Get away!" Dean swatted at them. The littlest one, the pink one, flew down and landed on Danica's stomach. The other four landed on the ground beside them.

Sam raised his head as the little pink fairy glowed brightly. She had her hands folded, as if she was praying. But just as suddenly as she began to glow bright white, she turned gray and dropped, limp.

"God… not you too…" he carefully picked her up in one hand, and looked down as the remaining four hugged each other. He looked back at the once pink fairy, who was now pale and gray, and cold in his hand. But at the same time, he felt something against his chest. He looked down to see Danica gasping for air.

"What the…" Dean knelt down to get a closer look. Danica blinked a few times before looking up at Sam.

"S-Sam? Wh… what's going on? Where's the demon?"

"We got it kiddo. Couldn't have done it without you." Dean said.

"R-really?" she tried to sit up, but moaned and leaned against Sam, "My chest hurts…"

"You… you were stabbed." Sam said.

"Wha?" Danica looked at the blood on her shirt, but felt her chest. There was no stab wound, "But… how?" Sam lifted his hand, showing her the gray fairy. Danica knew right on sight which one it was as she took her in both hands, "No… Pink…" Dani hugged her close to her face, tears sliding down her face, "She traded her life for me…"

Sam hugged her close as she inevitably cried herself to sleep in his arms, but he was content holding her. She was still alive.

XxX

"I have to get out of here… I have to save him…"

"Well you can't like this."

Danica looked up at a woman who seemingly appeared out of nowhere. She was in her late twenties, or possibly early thirties. She had long brown hair with her bangs pulled back, jeans, a white tank top, and a black jacket. She walked over and knelt down beside a shocked Danica. They had the same green eyes.

"M-mom?" the woman smiled warmly and nodded, "But…"

"My baby girl…" the woman who appeared to be Beth Blossom brushed Danica's sweat-slick hair back from her face, "You are an awesome hunter, you know."

"I wouldn't be here if I was any good… Sam's going to be killed…" she started crying again.

"Shh… no he won't." Beth hugged her, holding her close and running her fingers through her daughter's hair, "You'll save him… why do you think I'm here?"

"But how? How are you… and how will I…?"

"Sometimes… as a hunter… you have to be creative. Very creative. Your father-- Randy-- and I were once abducted by this whack job. He wanted to sacrifice us to a dead god or something… and there we were, standing up, both chained around this pole back-to-back. To get us out, your father popped his shoulder out of place. The chains got some slack from that and fell to the ground, freeing us."

Danica closed her eyes, thinking. She didn't like where this was going.

"What's that got to do with this?"

"Think baby girl… you can get free…" Danica sat back up and looked at her hands, "Which is worse? The pain you'll experience from this… or the pain from losing Sam?"

Danica closed her eyes and nodded.

"…I know what I have to do…" she opened her eyes again and looked back over at her mother, "…Are you… really my mother? Or… just a hallucination?"

The figure didn't say anything. She brushed back Danica's hair again, smiling warmly. Right then, Danica didn't care either way. That was her mother. She smiled back, feeling warm tears mix with sweat as her mother's form faded away.

"…I'm coming Sam…" Danica looked around, but still, there was nothing useful. The only thing in the room she could reach was the broken tape player. She sighed as she picked it up in her right hand, laying her left hand flat on the ground. She took a big breath as she slammed the hard metal and plastic device down on the joint of her thumb. She screamed in pain as she felt the joint being crushed.

Danica whimpered, laying her head on the pipe as she tried to regain her composure. She pulled her hand through the handcuff then, wincing. She was finally free. She took in a deep breath as she got up and ran right out the door. She looked around, realizing she was pretty far from the motel. She cursed as she cradled her hand.

"Hey, you okay there?" a cop asked. Danica knew from Dean and Sam's past that it was better to stay away from the authorities.

"I'm fine, just a little workout. Jogging you know."

"Jogging at night?"

"It just now got dark, didn't it sir?"

"That's true. Alright then. Have a good night little lady."

"Goodnight officer." Danica sighed.

Thank god for small towns…

It hadn't been dark long, as the city's nearby town hall clock chimed seven times. The street lights were coming on. The cool night air was refreshing, even a little rejuvenating. She took in a deep breath before going to make her call, having to hold the receiver on her shoulder as she dialed.

XxX

Dean was sleeping, still sleeping that is, from his encounter earlier. He hadn't even moved since then. The only thing now bringing him back to consciousness was an annoying, high pitch ring.

He sat up, having trouble thinking straight. He stood up beside the bed and shook his head, trying to think. He realized he was standing buck naked, but luckily there wasn't anyone around. Not that he was shy. He found the source of the annoying sound; his cell phone. He answered it.

"Yeah?" he closed his eyes and rubbed his head.

"Dean!"

"Gah! Too loud… what the hell… Danica?"

"Yes! Are you alright?"

"I was till you started yelling at me. And why the hell did you call me, you're right next door."

"Dean, you need to listen to me! There's no time alright?"

"Yeah, sure… is something wrong with Sam?"

"I've been trapped all fucking day, there's a demon that took my place! She's after Sam! That's not me!"

"What the hell?!"

"She's a succubus, the same demon I was trailing last night! I have a way to stop her, I just need you to stall for me!"

"Where are you? I'll pick you up!"

"No time! You have to save Sam!"

"…On my way. Hurry up kiddo." Dean hung up the phone, grabbed his pants, and went out to the car.

XxX

Danica held her wrist as she took off toward the motel running as fast as she could.

Hang on Sam…