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Chapter 5:

Dean didn't waste any time. He slipped his boxers on and grabbed a few hand guns from the trunk from the Impala, a shotgun, and just to be safe, he also grabbed the Colt. He didn't waste time opening the door either; he just kicked it wide open.

Hex was still in Danica's form, laying beside Sam. He was extremely pale by now. Hex was snuggled up at his side, one hand apparently very busy while she was kissing his neck and lips.

"Sammy!"

Sam jumped, which in turn made Hex jump as well.

"Dean! Ever hear of knocking?!"

"Stupid bitch!" he pulled out the shotgun, "Back away from my brother. Now!"

"D-dean… what are you… doing?" Sam asked as he sat up. Hex stepped back from the bed, up against the wall.

"Dean? D-don't point that at me… you're scaring me…"

"Fucking whore, I know what you're doing! Danica called me!" Sam looked between the two of them, completely lost, "Sam! Why do you think you're so tired?! This is a demon!"

Sam looked over at her again.

"Sam no, I'm Danica! Please don't let him hurt me!"

"Don't listen to her!"

"Sam please! He's going to kill me!"

"I… I have been tired every time I… had sex with you…"

"Come on Sam, look at her! She was all cut up this morning and now she looks fine!"

"You…" Sam looked up at her, "What did you do to Danica?!"

Hex sighed, shaking her head and shifting back to normal. She had a lot of fun, she usually did things a lot quicker. One long good fuck and the man between her legs was dead.

"Well it was only a matter of time…" she looked over at Dean and started singing loudly, "You don't want to use that gun on me." Dean's eyes slid closed as the gun fell to the floor.

"Stop it." Sam glared at her. She kept singing as she spoke, grinning.

"You don't have the power or energy to stop me." She straddled his lap, placing her hand on the back of his neck, "I've had fun with you… but I need to end this…" she kissed him deeply while still humming.

"Sam…" Dean fell back against the wall, hitting the floor and holding his head. He couldn't think or see straight.

Sam was growing really pale as he continued trying to push her off, but Hex just pushed him down on the bed. A faint glow could be seen as she started to drain what little energy Sam had left.

Danica… Dani I'm sorry…

Sam slowly stopped struggling, his arms going limp on the bed.

Danica saw the door thrown open and ran up. Dean was on the floor, leaning against the wall. He looked drunk, as Danica knew from personal experience. Then her eyes locked onto Hex and Sam.

"Hex!! Get away from him!!" Hex just looked over at her, still making out with the unresponsive form of her husband. Danica yelled again, "I said get away from him!"

"And if I don't?"

Danica looked around, but the answer came to her from the parking lot. She ran out to the Impala and into the driver's seat. She had a copy of the key.

Thanks Dean…

She started the engine, the headlights partially lit up the room, making Hex's scales light up blood red.

"Take this you bitch!" Danica stuffed the tape into the player and hit the play button, turning the volume up on high.

Hex screeched loudly and jumped back as Sam dropped against the bed. Danica ran back in and grabbed the shotgun, pointing it at her.

BANG!!

Dean shook his head and regained his composure in time to see the rock salt slam into Hex's chest, throwing her back against the wall.

"Dammit Danica! How many times do I have to tell you?! Aim for the head!"

"I would've if I could have used both hands to aim! My left hand is busted you jerk! Now listen! The song has weakened her, we can kill her with a normal gun now!"

"Got it!"

Hex jumped over the bed, weakened from the song but not dead yet. She slammed Danica into the wall, grabbing her arms and pinned them over her head. Danica winced, crying out due to her damaged hand, and ended up dropping the gun. Hex grinned and licked her neck.

"Sorry… you lose, Fanny. You taste good, too."

"…What did you call me?" Danica's eyes widened.

"Danica!" Dean slammed his shoulder into Hex, tackling her off Danica. Danica was pulled to the floor too, but sat up and saw Dean trying to hold Hex down, "Don't just sit there! Do something!"

Danica noticed the Colt sticking out the back of Dean's pants, and grabbed it, aiming it at Hex. Hex looked up at Danica and stopped fighting.

"Move Dean." Danica stood up and moved closer. Dean looked up at her and stepped back.

Hex scooted herself back against the wall, covering her ears and shaking. She looked up at Danica. Danica lowered the gun for a mere second, but she raised it back up at her again, aiming right between the eyes.

"…You… were lucky to have him… you have no idea how much Dani… no idea…"

"I know… I know every second of every day how lucky I am to be his wife."

BANG!!

Hex was hit. Shot right through the head. She dropped back against the wall. Danica thought she saw her black eyes turn blue before she fell over, the demonic energy popping and crackling inside of her.

"…Dean… you alright?"

"…Yeah… I'm fine."

Danica looked over at Sam and dropped the Colt. He looked like a corpse. He was pale, unmoving. His chest wasn't moving. Danica ran over and climbed on the bed, sitting beside him. She took his hand and held it close.

"Sam? Sam!" she kissed his hand, "Come on… Sam please…" Sam didn't respond. Danica felt tears fall as she put her forehead on his chest, "Please wake up…"

"Sammy…" Danica wanted to scream, but didn't. She just shook, "Come on Danica…"

"No." Dean walked over and put his hands on her shoulders.

"Come on."

"No!" Danica shook Sam, "Wake up! Wake up Sam!"

"Danica, stop it!" Dean sat down in front of her, keeping his hands on her shoulders, "Look at me." She shook her head, "Danica… h-he's gone."

"No!!" Dean hugged her, and Danica just went limp. She just let Dean hold her as she cried.

"We were too late. It's nobody's fault, that's just…"

"He wouldn't give up on us."

"My room has another bed. You can stay in there tonight. We'll… deal with this… in the morning."

"He's not dead."

"Danica--"

"He can't be! Alright?! He just can't be!"

"Look at him! I hate it too, but it's true!"

"No it's not!" Danica pulled free from Dean and basically collapsed onto Sam, holding him tight and crying on his bare chest.

"Danica-"

"I don't wanna hear it!" she shook, "I can't do this… not alone…"

"You're not alone. I'm not going to abandon you."

"No… you don't understand… sh-she said I… was pregnant."

Dean turned really pale.

"What? Pregnant? And you were hunting?"

"I didn't know… I don't know… my girls will know…" Danica sat up and looked around, "Where are my girls?"

"Huh? Oh, the fairies. I don't know…"

High pitch jingling answered the question. Danica walked over to the desk and opened the drawer. The fairies flew at her and landed on her shoulders. All but the silver one, that is. She always seemed to be the oldest of the group. She flew around Danica a few times and stopped in front of her face, grinning.

"So… am I?" the little silver fairy nodded, and Danica burst into tears.

"Dani…" Dean walked over and hugged her again. This time he seemed to need the comfort too. Danica hugged him back tightly, "Look kiddo, its not like I'm going to abandon you, alright?"

Danica just shook her head. She pushed away from Dean and walked back over to the bed. The fairies flew away, to the table against the wall.

"He… can't… be gone…"

Dean just watched her in silence. She walked over to him, tears falling, and knelt beside him on the floor. She took his hand in both of hers, too numb right now to feel the pain in her crushed hand. She was quiet.

It can't end like this…

Danica closed her eyes tightly and bowed her head, her forehead on his arm. She was shaking. She was also accepting the loss. He was cold already. She looked up at him again.

"Sam…" she leaned in and kissed him on the lips hard. She then pressed her forehead against his, "This… is really… the end…"

Dean couldn't watch anymore. He turned, looking out the window. The fairies were at a loss. They didn't know what to do to help. Dean looked back over at the dead demon, but all that was left was 125lbs worth of dust.

Danica stayed where she was, her tears falling from her face and onto his.

"Don't leave me… don't leave us… come back… please come back…"

Sam's arm twitched. Danica didn't miss it either. She moved back a bit as his arm came up and rested on her cheek. Her eyes widened.

"Wh-who said… I was going anywhere…?"

"S-Sam…" Danica kissed him again.

"Sammy?" Dean turned and looked over. Sam's arm fell limp on the bed.

"He's alive…" Danica was grinning, the tears falling now were tears of joy.

"Tired though…" Sam moaned, "Can't… really move…"

"Go back to sleep." Danica pushed his hair back, "We'll be here in the morning."

Sam didn't get a chance to respond. He was so tired he fell asleep before she could finish her sentence.

Danica sat on the edge of the bed and ran her hand through his hair. Dean finally came out of his stupor and walked over, putting his hand on her shoulder. She turned and hugged him tightly.

"I told you… didn't I tell you? He's alright… we'll be alright…" Dean grinned and hugged her tightly.

"Yes, you told me. Danica, we should get your wrist and head looked at." She shook her head.

"I don't want to leave him…"

"You don't have to. The first aid is in the car." Danica just nodded as he walked out. Dean turned off the radio, took out the keys, and grabbed the first aid kit from the backseat. He came back in to see her holding her head, "Are you alright?"

"Now that the adrenaline is wearing off… I feel like shit… heh…"

"Well, get used to it." Dean walked over and sat beside her on the bed, "No one said hunting was easy."

"I-I know…" Dean took her arm carefully and started to wrap her hand. Then he noticed the handcuffs still attached to her other hand.

"What happened?"

"She locked me up… bashed my head into a wall and handcuffed me to a pipe…"

"And your hand?"

"I… did that myself. To get out of there."

"You might have to go to a real doctor."

"I figured…"

"I'll pick that lock for you once I'm done."

"Thanks."

Dean was quiet, trying to be careful as he finished wrapping her hand. Then he started cleaning her head. She hissed a few times, but didn't say anything. He then went over to his room quickly and brought his bags in. He grabbed a little cloth case and took some metal piece out of it, and began to pick at the handcuff's lock.

"Danica… I know Sam is your husband and everything, but how do you think he'll react seeing you when he wakes up?"

"He just did."

"I mean when he wakes up. When he's not delirious."

"He… if he realized she was a demon… he'd want to know I was okay…"

"Not what I really meant Danica…" Dean stopped and looked at her.

"I fought… all night and day to get back to him… I want… I need to be here…"

"And what are you going to tell him? You know he's going to feel like you want to touch to him… because of… you know… what happened."

"I know that's the last thing he needs… for now. He'll let me know when he's ready." She sighed. Dean nodded.

"Well, I'm finished."

"Alright… thanks for the patch up here…"

"No problem. Now, thing is… should I stay here or next door?"

"That's up to you." Danica sighed, looking at Sam again.

"I think I will." Dean stood, stretching, "Since there's another bed."

"That's fine with me."

"As long as you can stand me." Dean grinned a bit.

"Oh please," Danica grinned back, "I've stayed in a room and a car with the both of you." Danica got up and grabbed some fresh clothes.

"Oh… she's not grinning now is she?" Danica blushed a bit and looked away, "Ah, she is."

"Cut it out…" She slipped into the bathroom and cracked the door shut, so she could still hear him.

"What's there to be upset about?" Dean said, pulling his shoes off, "You killed your first demon and saved Sam. And you've got a bun in the… hey." Dean stopped. For a few minutes he looked between Sam and Danica, "You guys… before the wedding?" his eyes were kind of big as he looked at Sam again, "Way to go Sammy!"

"That's really none of your business is it?" Danica said, not looking at him so he wouldn't see her grin.

"It is when it's my nephew on the way."

"Or niece."

"Or nephew." Dean stuck his tongue out at her, "But ya, so what is there to be upset about?"

"Gee Dean, your brother was fucking raped by a demon."

"So was I." he said. Danica looked back over at him, but didn't push it.

"Then you know how he'll feel."

"Yeah, guess you're right." Dean sighed, "Damn you're smart."

"That's why I married the cute Winchester."

"Hey."

Danica stepped out of the bathroom, now dressed in red shorts and a white tank top to sleep in.

"Dean… could I tell you something… and you not think I'm crazy?"

"That's kinda hard."

"I'm serious." She walked around and sat on the other side of her bed, so that she was in the middle of the room. Dean looked up at her.

"Of course. What is it?"

"I…" Danica looked down for a moment, "I saw my mother… my real mother… while I was trapped in that room…"

"For real?"

"I… just hear me out okay?"

"Right, right. What did she say to you?"

"…She told me how to get free… so I could save Sam."

"And you don't know if it was real or fake?" Dean asked.

"Right… it seemed so real… she even held me for a little while…"

"Well kiddo, I believe that you actually saw her. I mean, with all the ghosts we've faced..."

"…I really wish I was that sure… I mean…" she pointed to her head, "I got my head bashed into a brick wall… and I was stuck in that tiny, hot room all day… maybe I'm just too logical for my own good…"

"I think you are. I mean… after all, her daughter was in danger. Try not to think about it too much. Let it be real."

"Alright… actually… I think I might have a way to verify it… do you think Bobby's still up?"

"Of course. That man is always doing something."

"Good… because he would remember this if they told him… my mother didn't actually get me loose… she told me how… explained how her and my father were once in a similar situation, and how they got free… based on what she said… I did this to myself… so I could get free."

"You want me to call Bobby? Or do you want to do it?"

"I'll do it." Danica said.

"Alright. You should drink a lot of water before going to bed, incase you got dehydrated. And don't get too loud." Dean stretched out on the free bed.

"I won't."

Danica sighed as Dean rolled over so that he was facing away from her. She turned around on the bed and looked at Sam. He was lying on his back, with his head turned the other way from her. She reached out, fingers right over his chest, before she stopped. She just couldn't do it, now after what happened to him. She wanted to so badly, to just hold him close and let him know it was okay. But after what Hex did to him, should knew she had to keep her distance.

She picked up her cell phone instead, and dialed Bobby's number.

"Yeah?"

"Hey Bobby, its Danica… I uh… I hope I didn't wake you up or anything."

"Heh, not at all kiddo. You should know me by now."

"You should know I'll always ask that too… I got manners, unlike these boys."

"It's refreshing. What's going on?"

"I need you to just go with me on this… I think my mother visited me today… and I need to know if it was real or not…" there was a pause.

"I'm listening."

"Ok… so…" Danica took in a breath, "I was hunting this demon last night… and she ended up handcuffing me to a pipe in this tiny little room… she had bashed my head into a wall earlier and well… it was hot and… ya, so anyway…" Danica shook her head, "I was sitting there… about to give up on getting out… and there she was… and she told me this little story… explaining to me how to get out… I need to know if this story was real."

"Your parents were really skilled, Danica. Best hunters I knew. They had many ways of getting out. What did she tell you?"

"She said… this guy was going to sacrifice her and dad to some sort of god… and to get out, dad had to pull his shoulder out of place. That gave them both enough slack to get out."

"Heh… I remember that."

"So… that really did happen to them?" Danica rubbed her eyes, "Then maybe that really was her…"

"It could have been. The dead have a good way of contacting people that they love."

"Ya… so I've noticed… thanks a lot Bobby… I feel a lot better now…"

"No problem kiddo. How are those boys? Driving you crazy yet?"

"Um… heh… about that…"

"…What?"

"That demon I was tailing? Eheh… it was a… a succubus… and she came to the motel…"

"AND YOU WAITED THIS LONG TO TELL ME?!" Danica jumped and nearly fell off the bed. She'd never heard Bobby get so angry.

"I'm sorry!" She said, "I didn't want to worry you!"

"Hey." Dean sat up, "I thought you were going to keep it down?"

"Put one of them on the phone! Now!"

Danica jumped and handed the phone out to Dean. He looked at her oddly and took the phone.

"Yeah?"

He held the phone away from his ear. Bobby was yelling. Danica shook her head as Dean tried to convince the man that everyone was alright.

Danica looked back over at Sam. She went to reach out, but stopped. The fairies came back over to the bed and looked up at her, jingling quietly. Danica shook her head, but they all grabbed her hand and pulled. She finally gave in and lifted her hand on her own, reaching over and brushing Sam's hair back again. Then she rested her hand on his chest, feeling his heart and breathing.

Sam moved a little, but stayed fast asleep.

Danica sighed and laid down beside him, taking her hand away. She felt tears sting again. She buried her face in the pillow and sobbed.

"Danica?" it was Dean.

"I'm o-okay… I just need to get it out of my system."

"But you're not okay."

"I was just… holding it all back… trying to fight and be strong… and all that time… she was here… with him."

"It's alright. Get it out. I don't think I've ever seen you cry."

"Y-yeah you did. When Pink died…"

"Oh, right."

"D… Dani…?" Danica stopped crying and looked up at Sam.

"Sam?" she sat up.

"Dani… is that… actually you…?"

"Yeah… yeah… it's really me."

"I can vouch for her." Dean smirked, putting her phone back on the nightstand. Sam moaned.

"I have a headache…"

"…I don't know if anything would help, considering the source…"

"I should've known…"

"Shh… it's alright. I'll go try to find something for your headache."

"No, I will." Dean said, "You stay with him Dani." Sam shook his head.

"No, it's alright." Danica brushed his hair back again.

"Get your rest… you don't have to worry about that demon. I killed her."

"How…?"

"Well, she was fast and strong… too fast to be shot even with the Colt… I got her song recorded last night, and played it backwards… then I was able to shoot her."

"Congratulations… you killed your first demon."

"Well… I had to… so I could save you."

"Heh… looks like the tables turned… instead of me saving you… you saved me."

"Ya… well… hunting is in my genes. And nothing was going to keep me from getting back to you."

Sam smiled a bit. Danica looked away again as she laid back down. Sam looked over at her before closing his eyes.

"I'm… surprised that you're still here."

"Surprised? Why?"

"I… just am."

"Sam…" Danica thought she would start crying again, "I spent all day trying to get back to you. I crushed my own hand to get free… I'm not leaving you… unless… unless you want… me to." Sam shook his head.

"Only if you want too…"

"Of course I don't… I don't blame you, if that's what you think. She was a succubus… that's what she does…"

"…Doesn't matter… I should've known…"

"Even if you did, she used her song to cloud your mind."

"Doesn't matter Danica… I should've picked up on it…"

"Oh please!" Dean interrupted, "She got to me too Sam. I walked in on her and she got to me. So stop blaming yourselves, both of you. All three of us are idiots." Sam didn't say anything. Dean sighed and got back on his side, "I'll leave it to the two of you."

"…He's right you know… I don't blame you… like I said, even if you knew, she would have clouded your mind. You may not even remember if you found out or not."

"…I did…"

"What?" Danica asked.

"I remember… I had my computer out… everything after that is blurry." Sam grabbed the pillow and put it over his face.

"Sam…"

"Hm?"

"…Never mind. Just get some rest."

"No… what were you going to say?" Sam moved the pillow.

"I was just… worried about you."

"…If I was you I'd be worried as well."

"I was going to ask if you were alright… but… that's kind of a silly thing to ask…"

"Heh… I guess so."

"You should get some rest… I should too."

"Sounds like a good idea to me… uh… here's your pillow back." He handed it back to her.

"Oh… heh." Danica took it back from him. Sam managed to smile at her, "We'll talk more about it in the morning, after we're both rested and healed."

"You're just full of ideas, aren't you?"

"Heh… saved your ass, didn't I?" Danica managed to smile back at him.

"You did." He nodded. Danica felt a tinge of guilt.

"Go on back to sleep… you need your rest…"

"…Goodnight then…" Sam said, closing his eyes. Danica hesitated, but took his hand.

"Goodnight."

Sam looked at her, and pulled her to him in a tight hug. Danica hugged him back tightly as he buried his face in her shoulder. She ran her fingers through his hair.

"I'm so sorry Dani…" he squeezed her tighter.

"Shh… it wasn't your fault… besides, you thought it was me…" she rested her cheek on the top of his head.

"No… it is my fault…"

"No it's not… not one bit… it was her, the succubus…"

"Dani… stop blaming the demon… I should've tried looking for you last night."

"But it was her fault. Her power works on men, it even affected Dean when he walked in on her. Please don't blame yourself… after all, I could have informed you guys last night."

"Dani, don't even blame yourself to make me feel better…" he squeezed her closer, "It was me… and you know it. You just don't want to admit it."

"Sam…" she buried her face in his hair, "That's the last thing that's been on my mind. I never imagined that, not once. I was locked up all day, and the whole time I as trying to get free to save you. It never occurred to me once to blame you, or me. It was her." Sam didn't say anything, so Danica continued, "I don't blame you, and you shouldn't blame yourself."

"That's easier said than done." Sam said.

"I know… but you tell that to me all the time. Now, seriously, go to sleep. We can talk about this in the morning."

"…F-fine… you don't mind if… I don't let you go right…?"

Danica felt tears sting her eyes as she smiled at him.

"Of course not… I love you so much Sam… don't be so hard on yourself."

"Hard not too be…" Sam closed his eyes. Danica continued running her fingers through his hair.

"I know… goodnight Sam."

"…Goodnight Dani." Sam snuggled a bit closer to her. Danica rested her chin on his head, closing her eyes.