The demon once again materialized in the motel room. He could hear Rebecca in the shower. Mason sat on the bed. He eyed Demon Dean.
"Where's the other man?" The demon smiled. The child was Akil. He was fearless like his predecessor.
"He is sleeping…in here." He pointed to his head.
"Are you going to hurt my mommy?" The demon shook his head.
"I love your mommy." He sat on the bed next to the boy. "I want to marry your mommy. Would you like that?"
"Only if you're nice to her. That man is not nice to mommy. He makes her cry." The child tried to make since of the confusing situation. "Will you read to me?"
"Of course, little one." Mason took a book.
Dean sat in the void staring through his own eyes as the demon read to his son. Mason still looked a little unsure but he could feel the change in the body. He needed to find a way out. He could not scream he could not fight him. He heard the shower shut off. His heart pounded excitedly. Dean felt the demon shift giving him a better view at the cracked door. He could see her blurred outline in the misty mirror. The demon wanted her in a way Dean never had.
Rebecca froze in the door. Her mouth fell open at the sight before her. Mason sat next to Dean as he read to him. Her son was actually smiling. His father seemed engaged.
He looked up at her and grinned. "Mason your mom really should close her mouth unless she's trying to catch a fly."
Mason looked at his mother's stunned face and laughed.
Come on Rebecca. You know something is wrong.
"Hey, I heard there was a carnival over in the next town over, you wanna go?" The demon winced at the fractured English.
"You want to take us somewhere?" She sat heavily in the chair. "Voluntarily."
"Well if you don't want to go…" He looked at Mason.
The eager boy jumped on the bed. He wrapped his arms around Dean's neck. "We want to go! We want to go mommy!"
"I guess we're going to the carnival, but aren't we supposed to go to Bobby's today?" She began packing their bag. She looked at him suspiciously.
That's it. Think!
"We need to get a couple of beds for you and Mason any way let' make a day of it." Demon Dean swung the boy around.
"Let's help your mom so we can go." They made quick work of packing within ten minutes they were on the road. "Maybe we can have a picnic."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She moved a little further away from him.
You go girl!
Demon Dean smiled. "I did a lot of thinking last night. I was wrong to treat you like I did." He blushed slightly. "I'm going to do better so get use to it."
"Did you hit your head?" She continued to stare at him.
Don't buy it Rebecca.
"I guess I'll just have to show you." The Impala sped down the highway. The sounds of Dylan drifted through the car. The demon wanted to change stations to something more suited for his love, but even she knew of Dean's affinity for classic rock.
Demon Dean took the exit into Spring Hill South Dakota. He found a furniture store fairly quickly.
"Can I help you sir." The sales man asked unenthusiastically. His name tag read Brian. He eyed the blue collar man knowing he was not going to get much of a commission, if he got a sale.
"Can I speak to you for a minute?" Demon Dean smiled at the sales man. "Look around and find what you like."
He watched as Rebecca chase after Mason. When they were out of ear shot he turned to the salesman with a smile.
"You will open yourself to me." The much shorter man looked startled.
"What? Look mister I don't swing that why." He took a step backwards.
"Kahn, you will come forth." He rubbed Brian's shoulder gently.
"Look mister…" His eyes lowered to slits as the under the demons hypnotic stare.
"You seem disoriented you should rest in your office until you feel better." He watched as the man walked into the small corner office. Minutes later a great black cloud engulfed him.
Rebecca chased after Mason who had spotted a large Spiderman bed. She cringed. It looked very expensive. She could not figure out what was wrong with him but there was something wrong. She did not sense any malice there was something off about him. In the last week, he had barely looked at her. Yes, he took care of the Aussie and yes, they had some understanding develop between them, it was mostly I'll protect you and the kid but you need to keep your distance. Suddenly he wanted to…she did not know what he wanted. It was surreal. With a sigh, she watched her son role around on the bed.
"Do you know what's going on?" She asked the red and black wooden structure. Spiderman's giant facade silently mocked her. "Superhero my ass."
"You know they might commit you if you keep talking to yourself." She felt his arm snake around her waist. Rebecca closed her eyes. Her body tingled under his touch. She could almost fall into the warm pressure. She wasn't going through this again.
"I don't know what is wrong with you, maybe you had an epiphany or whatever, but don't touch me again." She pushed his hand away. Dean howled with laughter. Maybe he did not give Rebecca enough credit. Maybe she could handle the demon bastard.
"I'm sorry. Really." She nodded. "So we know what bed Mason wants let's find a bed for you."
Dean looked silently through his own eyes as the demon watched her move Dean felt his body respond. His hands closed into fist. He needed to find a way to get away from her before he hurt her.
"Well have we made our selection?" Rebecca felt the hairs rise on the back of her neck as the once glum sales man approached them very chipper and excited.
"We need one more. A queen size pillow top." Demon Dean chimed in as he lifted Mason from the other bed. Dean's anger pulsed as the demon held his son. Mason smiled and tucked his head into the man's neck. Dean cringed. The boy was starving for a man's affections.
"Just follow me." Brain called as he hurried through the massive warehouse. "This is the McCloud, it's heaven tucked in a mattress."
"Let's try it." Demon Dean gave her a small shove. Mason jumped on the mattress, followed by his father and mother.
"Oh my." She closed her eyes and allowed her body to sink into the magnificence of it. She moaned. "I want this."
The Demon blinked and willed his barrowed body not to respond to her sensuous tone. The wantonness in her voice stunned Dean. He had never heard her speak like that.
"Sold. Are we looking at the complete set or just the mattress and box springs?" The short man took out a receipt book.
"The entire set for both rooms." She gasped.
"Dean!" The set was very expensive by itself and in the dressers and it had to cost more than he could afford.
"Deliver it to this address." Dean wrote Bobby's address on a piece of paper. "The carnival is just down the road and that guy told me about a park where we can have the picnic."
"Alright." She followed him out of the store. Her mind was racing. Something was wrong with him. She would not figure it out in on day so she decided to watch him instead. So far he had befriended Mason, hit on her, and spent more money then he probably earned in a year on bedroom furniture. "Dean, can possessed people contact those who aren't possessed?"
"Why do you ask?" He busied himself strapping Mason into the car.
"Something Bella said that had me wondering." She slid into the Impala. "She said a few years ago Sam was possessed but he was able to contact you through telekinesis. Can it be done?"
"The demon that possessed Sam was a low level demon. Something stronger, no you couldn't break through that field." She looked at him and smiled. Dean felt the demons uneasiness.
Way to go Rebecca. Did she just bat her eyes? She was maneuvering. Keep asking questions Rebecca.
"Will you teach me how to shoot a gun?" She asked gently. "I would just feel better if I knew I could protect Mason."
"Tomorrow." He promised as he pulled into the rocky road that led to the carnival area. "Today let's forget about demons."
Dean chased Mason around the fair while Rebecca followed at a slower pace. She carefully watched the interaction. Her son loved the attention. She took a sad breath. All of this was so new to Mason. He did not understand his fathers' pain. Something was wrong but she did not know what it was. Maybe he did have an epiphany, maybe he wanted to change.
"Penny for your thoughts." Dean drove the short distance to the park. He stopped at a gourmet store and came out with a large picnic basket. The smells were enticing.
"Why are you being so nice?" She looked at his reflection in her window.
"I told you, I did a lot of thinking last night. You deserve my best. I was wrong to treat you the way I did. I'm going to fix it. Come hell or high water I'm going to make this right." He took her hand in his.
Rebecca cringed but did not pull it away.
What are you thinking Rebecca?
"Did you get pie?" She shivered as his thumb passed over her hand.
"Chocolate, the best kind." He brought her hand to his lips.
"You know you're a little creepy." She untangled her fingers. "Mason you good.
"Yep." The child had been watching the exchange between his mother and the strange man. He liked him better than the other on. He was nice to his mommy like Jason's dad was, but his mommy still did not smile. She did but it was her pretend smile. He was going to watch the man. He better not hurt his mommy.
"Wow," The three-year olds attention was taken by the large colorful park. "Can we go on the slide mommy?"
"I'll race you." She pulled him into the front seat and opened the door. He was gone before she put her foot on the ground. "Hey, that's cheating."
The Deans watched as she chased after him.
"My, well me. She's beautiful." The demon unloaded the car. He picked a part in the grass where he could see most of the park. "Our next child will be a warrior. He will be strong and brave like his mother."
Wait you can't get her pregnant. You're a demon possessing my body. Unless she's a demon she's not going to get pregnant.
"I can't but you can. She's going into estrus. Can't you feel it?" Dean could. It was something he felt a few days ago. Something that made him want to touch her. "She is your mate. Your line must continue and it can only do that through Rebekah. It has been that way since your beginning. She is the only mother of your children."
Because you killed them all.
"No not all of them. Once Cassie went insane and drowned them." He snickered. "I'm going to seduce her. You get to watch."
Leave her alone.
"Protective all of a sudden? Nice, but for centuries you were her tormentor. Finally I get to give her the love she deserves."
I won't let you.
"You will if you want your family to live or maybe I will take Rebekah."
You won't that defeats your purpose.
"No my purpose is to watch Akil murder you over and over again."
You'll destroy him.
"When the time comes for copulation I will release my tether on you. Just long enough for you to release your seed. You will not be free. There's only one way to free you."
If I ask what it is, will you tell me?
"Yes, because when you have been given the choice you have never done it. To end the cycle and save your son you must choose Rebekah over Castalia. In the centuries that you have been given the choice you have always chosen your whore."
The demon quickly flashed through images of Dean the three of them standing in a circle and every time he chose Cassie. Moments later, she would die and he would awaken.
Stop. Stop! I can't make that choice now Cassie is dead. Isn't she?
"You see, you are simple. This life will end for you and the next one will begin. Your soul will never move on until you choose her. This tortured life will continue. I think it's time to eat and drink, don't you?" He began taking out the food. Roast chicken potato salad and slices of pie. He took out two sodas and small bottle of champagne. "Who's hungry?"
The mother and son ran to the table. They washed their hands with a bottle of water he gave them.
"Where's my soda?" She asked when he handed one to Mason and sat the other one in front of himself.
"Champagne for the lady." He opened the small bottle and handed it to her. "It's equal to two glasses not enough to get you drunk. Unfortunately."
Dean watched her accept the drink and take a small sip.
"Wow, nice." She filled her plate and attacked the food, only taking the occasional sip of the wine.
Smart girl. Dean understood she was filling her stomach to delay the absorption of the alcohol. What do you have planned Rebecca?
"We should go." She stood looking at her watch. "It's a three hour drive to Bobby's and we're losing the kid." She smiled at Mason who was trying to stay upright.
"Yeah O.K." Demon Dean stood up and packed the basket while Rebecca carried her son.
The drive was silent until she started to fall asleep.
"Let's have a taste shall we?" The Impala stopped on the side of the highway.
"Are we there?" She sat up with a start.
"No," He jerked her onto his lap. She was sandwiched between the steering wheel and his chest. She gasped as his erection dug into her. "I just want to taste you."
The demon slowly made love to her lips with his tongue. He licked and nibbled until she opened her mouth. She carefully shifted until she was straddling his lap. With cautious determination, she ground her hips into his. The demon moaned loudly. She peaked at her son, satisfied he would not wake up she increased the pressure until he thrust up to her. She nibbled the side of his neck.
"Do you like what I'm doing Dean?" The demon and Dean groaned. It did feel good after seven years of celibacy. He was sure the only thing keeping him from bursting in his pants was the demon. "You taught me this, remember?"
She swirled her tongue down his throat. "Do you want me on top like I was the last time?"
Dean snapped out of his stupor. She was never in control. Never. He looked in her eyes understanding her question he nodded.
Gotcha!
"Dean. Mason." The demon began pulling the cotton shirt above her head. She gasped when his tongue made contact with her nipple. "Dean, please. I don't want this."
Stop you fuckin' idiot!
The demon slowly pulled back. She quickly moved anyway from him.
"I'm sorry. It's been a while." She nodded. "Give me a minute."
They sat on the darkened highway while he collected himself. Rebecca sat with closed eyes. Dean was possessed. She was sure of it. Even his touch was different. She was sure it did not want to hurt her or Mason. He had plenty of chances to do that. He defiantly wanted her and she caught a glimpse of Dean when she was…exciting him. She fought to stay awake for the ride to Bobby's home. She needed to talk to one of the older men.
I thought we were going to Bobby's." She inquired when they past the turn.
"I called in a few favors this morning." He parked in front of a two story bright blue farm house, with white trim. Red, white, pink and yellow carnations lined either side of the concrete walkway. Bright blue, purple, and white roses surrounded the white wraparound porch.
"This morning?" She was hyperventilating. "I have dreamed about a house like this for years."
"Really?" The demon smiled. "It has five-bedroom, two baths, a deck, large yard, two huge oak trees, and a tree house. I checked it out myself."
"I don't understand. How could you do this? Why would you do this?" She unstrapped Mason with trembling hands.
"I can carry him." Dean slid into the seat next to him.
"No, I like when he's asleep. It reminds me of when he was a baby." She grunted with she lifted her son.
"What was he like?" The demon took the bag. "What was he like the first day you held him?"
She walked into the house and followed him to the room he chose for their son. "He was amazing. Eight hours of labor with no drugs. I had a cold and an irregular heartbeat, so drugs were out."
"Are you alright?" He sat the bag on the floor and watched her undress Mason.
She covered the boy up and took a photo album out of the duffle. He followed her down to the sparsely decorated living room. They sat close together on the green sofa. "He was so quiet when he came out. The doctor kept stimulating him. He swore Mason was glaring at him. Then they put him in my arms and he smiled. They swore he was smiling. Anyway, he had these eyes they were black as night and so intense. He stared up at me like he had been here before. Even the nurses said he was and old soul."
Dean watched from the dark space as the demon flipped through the pictures of the child. He was a beautiful kid with thick black hair and pale skin. She was right his eyes were intense.
"He barely cried, except when I left the room." She stared at the picture of the two of them at the park. They were on the merry-go-round.
"Who took the picture?" Dean felt the demon tense.
"I don't remember. He just snapped the shot and left after he gave it to us." She took it out and flipped it over. "Rebekah and Akil."
You…
"Who are Rebekah and Akil I don't know but the spelling of Rebekah is the Hebrew version of Rebecca." She handed him the album and walked to the stone fireplace. "Nothing matters except Mason. Pictures can't show you what a great kid he is. You have to find that out yourself. Just don't hurt him. If you do…demons and monsters will be the least of your worries."
They watched her walk away.
"It was a good first day don't you think?" The demon sighed. "Time for you to go to sleep Winchester."