AN: only one more chapter once this one is over! I need more reviews people! ...please? But anyway, in true Supernatural fashion, its time for the twist!

Chapter 7:

Danica looked at the street and the printed address as she sat in the Impala. She knew this wasn't a Crocotta, like what Dean and Sam had faced before. This wasn't a loved one trying to tell her to kill herself, it was a message from a ghost that was from a loved one helping her out. Danica sighed, sticking one of the handguns in the back of her skirt as she walked up to the house. It wasn't very big, and it looked brand new. She knocked on the door, dressed in a cheesy business suit.

The man who answered was older, looking older than he really was. He was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and bald with a bad comb over. Danica froze.

"Mr. Anderson?" The old man blinked a few times.

"Dani? Danica Richards?"

"Yeah… oh wow… I haven't seen you since I was in middle school. How'd you end up here?"

"I could ask you the same. Come on in, if you don't mind the mess. And call me Henry."

"Not at all." Danica walked in, looking around. It really wasn't that messy, it just looked lived in. It was comfortable.

"Look at that suit. What have you been up to?"

"Well… it's complicated."

"Are you following after Beth and Randy?" Danica nearly jumped, turning to face him, "Coffee?"

"Uh… no. No thanks." Henry sat down in a cushy chair, and Danica sat across from him on the couch, "You knew them?"

"Yes, I did. It's a long story."

"So you know I'm a hunter?"

"Yes. And you're probably here about Heather."

"H-heather?"

Danica looked around a moment. Henry got up and walked into the next room, the kitchen, for a moment. Heather and Danica were best friends until they moved after middle school. Apparently this town was where they ended up. Heather's mom had died before Danica had met her.

A picture caught her eye. She got up and walked over to it, picking it up. It was a headshot of Heather, with her bright blue eyes and blond hair. Danica studied it, and realization hit her like a brick wall. And she knew about being hit by a brick wall. She dropped the picture, which broke and shattered on contact with the hardwood floor.

"So you figured it out." Danica looked over at Henry.

"Heather is Hex…?" Heather's nickname for me had once been Fani...

"Yes." Henry looked away for a moment.

"How?!" Danica was in his face in a flash, "How did this happen!? She was my best friend!" Henry sneered and pushed her back.

"Don't raise your voice at me."

"Tell me!"

"I will if you shut up!!" Danica nearly fell back on the couch as he shoved her again, "I'll tell you."

Henry was glaring. She had pissed him off, but she was pissed too.

"I'm listening."

"I was a fool as a kid. All I ever wanted was my Sarah… Heather's mother. I knew your parents were hunters and stole a book from them. I summoned a demon and told him I'd trade anything for her. He laughed, but agreed. He said he'd take my greatest treasure. I was stupid. I thought he meant my car or something. Sarah fell in love with me the next day, and a few years later… my greatest treasure was born."

"You sold your daughter's soul!?" Danica stood, "Why didn't you try to stop it?!"

"I did! That's why we moved to this dump! And he still found us! He took her! And she became Hex. It was his plan all along."

Danica was fuming. She went to storm out, but a newspaper article was stuck to her shoe. She pulled it off, not meaning to read it, but she did.

It said men and women were being killed at night, not just men as the last article stated. It clicked as she looked up at Henry.

"You…"

"I couldn't trade my soul to the demon, I was already in a contract with him."

Before Danica could pull out the gun, he was in front of her, crushing her throat and knocking the gun from her hand. His eyes were black. Scales began to form, just like Hex's but darker, and he looked a decade younger. He pushed her down on the couch.

"You're a stupid girl. You shouldn't hunt on your own." Danica could only gag, "And I'll get twice the energy from you since you have the little one inside you."

"G-get off me!" she gagged.

"I don't think so. Now… stop fighting." He began to hum. Her eyes widened.

"I-incubus… but… how…?"

"The same demon. It's what he does, he turns us into succubi or incubi."

Her eyes fogged over, but she still wanted to fight. His tongue slithered out and licked her from her neck to the shell of her ear. She whimpered and turned her head away from him.

"No…"

"It won't hurt."

"Get away from me…" she tried to push him off. He just continued to hum as he ran his hand up her skirt. She squirmed, closing her eyes tightly.

BANG!!

There was suddenly a very heavy weight on her chest, but she was too scared to open her eyes.

"Dani!" the weight was gone, "Hey!" Danica just curled up. If she felt this bad, how bad did Sam feel? "Danica!"

She opened her eyes finally and looked up to see Sam.

"Wh-wh…?"

"Are you alright?"

Danica latched onto Sam, hugging him tightly.

"I'm sorry! I'm going to listen to you from now on! I won't run off on hunts!"

"Hey, hey, hey." He held her close, stroking her hair, "Shh, quiet now. You're okay."

She finally had the courage to look around. A pile of ash was on the floor, and Sam was still holding the Colt in his hand. Dean was looking around the house.

"What happened kiddo?"

"I… went to the clinic… after that…" she took in a deep breath, "I wanted to know who she was…" she buried her face in Sam's chest, "He was an incubus." Sam hugged her tighter.

"Let's get back to the motel."

"H-how did you even find me?" Danica asked as Sam picked her up. She was in so much shock she didn't even notice.

"You parked illegally." Dean said. Danica choked out a laugh.

"I'm sorry… so sorry… I'll listen from now on… I'm sorry..."

XxX

The radio in the Impala was playing Dean's music, as usual. Sam was sitting up front for the first time in a long time. He looked back to see Danica laying in the backseat, curled up under a blanket. He felt a tug in his gut. He knew how she felt. She hadn't said a word since they left the motel the night before.

Sam looked over at his brother. Dean had a few scratches on his chest, just as he did, but he was fine. Out of the three of them, Danica had been hurt the worse physically. Her head and wrist were still bandaged, and she was curled up tight under a blanket. A few more good nights' sleep and the brothers would be back running on all cylinders. Dean glanced back at her.

"She had a helluva time."

"What happened to her? Anything she might have told me is kinda fuzzy." Sam looked back at her again. She was sound asleep.

"That succubus kept her locked up while she had her way with us. She broke her own wrist to get out of there."

"She needs me and I can't even touch her…"

"You both need each other, Sam. You both went through the same thing. Even though that fucker didn't get a chance, she was scared to death he was going to."

"How the hell are you taking this so well?" Sam asked.

"You know me." That's all he said, and its all he had to say.

"Yeah."

Dean pulled over at a gas station. It was one with a Burger King inside. It was time to switch into Big Brother mode.

"You want anything?"

"No."

Dean shrugged and got out, pumping gas before going inside. Sam got out and walked to the back door, opening it. Danica was facing him.

"Hey, Dani?" he brushed the hair from her face. She pulled back and opened her eyes. Sam removed his hand quickly.

"…Yeah?"

"Hey." Again he felt that tug, "How are you holding up?"

As soon as their eyes met, tears started to fall down her cheeks.

"I shouldn't be crying." She wiped her face, "You got hurt, not me."

"It's alright." He hesitated, but wiped the rest of the tears away. She didn't flinch that time, "Don't worry about it."

"I was stupid… I knew better…"

"Then why did you go out on your own twice?" he asked. She looked away.

"The first time… was because… I didn't want our honeymoon ruined by a hunt. I wanted to go out and end it before you and Dean found out." Sam couldn't blame her for wanting something in their lives to seem normal, even for a little while.

"And the second time?"

"I didn't think there was anything… paranormal. I couldn't shake the feeling… I had to know who she was."

Danica sat up, keeping the blanket wrapped around her. Sam took the opportunity to sit beside her.

"Who was she?" Danica shook her head.

"Someone I used to know…"

Dean was right. Right now, they both needed each other. Sam hugged her tight to his chest. She squirmed for a moment, but then relaxed against him.

"We have to work together to get past this."

"Why am I so uncomfortable? He didn't even…"

"But you thought he was going to, and he would have if Dean and I didn't get there in time."

"And besides," Dean said as he got back into the driver's seat, "That little one you got was in danger." He took a big bite out of a burger. Sam stared at him for a moment, then at Danica.

"Little one?"

"Oops." Dean said, looking back in the mirror as he started up the Impala. Oh, how he wanted to grin right now. He liked being in Big Brother mode.

"Dammit, Dean…" Danica sighed, rubbing her face.

"Little one? Little... what?"

"Sam…" she looked at him, "I'm… I'm pregnant. I just found out yesterday."

Sam was still. The only noise was Dean slurping his soda. Danica looked away.

"Danica…" Sam grinned, "That's great." He kissed her. Danica just let him for a moment, but decided he was right. They had to work together on this, and it was good news. So she kissed back.