Rebecca to the rescue.
"So where is your family?" Rebecca asked as she shuffled around the kitchen. It had been two weeks since Dean had brought them to the house and she had not heard from any of his family.
"I told them we needed some time to get acquainted." He smiled easily.
"It's been two weeks. Mason should know the rest of his family." She flipped the pancakes.
Two weeks? You bastard you kept me locked up in here for Two weeks.
"We need milk." She muttered from the refrigerator.
"I'll go get it. Don't wake my son. I'll do it when I get back." The demon walked up to her and gently kissed her. "See I told you you'd get use to having me around."
What are you keeping from me? Why did you shut the door? How are you doing this? Is she going to wake up in the morning and find the cops in her face? Did you have sex with her? If you touched her…
"Full of questions aren't you? No Dean. This house is hers. Her father purchased it the week before he died. The managers neglected to inform her of its existence. Do not worry I punished them."
The demon walked out of the house and turned around so he could see it.
"You may not recognize it. I had Kahn repair it after the accident."
No! Dean flashed to a pregnant Cassie standing on the porch holding Mason. This is our house.
"Here we go again." He sighed. "This is her house. You were drawn here, as you are draw to everything that is Rebekah. This is not about Cassie."
Get them out of my house.
"Or you'll what? Dance the lambda in your head?"
I'm going to kill you.
"What do you think of Akil?" The demon touched the Impala.
Get your hands off my car.
"You have more concern for the vehicle then you do your own child. Some things never change."
Rebecca will…
"Rebekah will protect her children like she has always done. You, on the other hand, protect a jar full of ashes." The demon nearly giggled at the thoughtful silence.
WHERE are they? Dean's tone was deadly.
"I had Kahn scatter them over a lake very far away." He did laugh this time. "Really Dean. You must learn to let go."
I'm going to KILL YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!
"How? How Dean?" The demon rested his barrowed body in the car and appeared in front of the seething man. "I am here because of you Dean. I exist because of you. She would have ruled the world by my side but for you. Always the good son even when you destroy others. Akil was a good son, always following you around. Always mimicking you. He studied you Dean and every life time it became easier for him to kill you."
Stay away from my son.
"Your son? Since when. The child prefers my company to yours and he knows I'm not human."
He's three.
"Almost four. Well I need to prepare. The day is almost here and my time will end, but I'll be back." He vanished from the void. Dean sat down heavily. They were gone. His last connection to his family was gone.
How did the demon explain the sudden move to his family? Did they accept it? He hoped not. The more he thought about it the more he believes his fate rested with Rebecca.
Rebecca paced the room. She needed to get them out of here. This was not what she did. She could not fight a demon. What did it want with them? Bella and Dean said they would kill them but it had not. Dean was alive, trapped inside his body. Mason was falling in love with this thing all the more reason to get away from it.
For two weeks, he had given them his undivided attention. He was caring, loving, considerate, everything Dean Winchester was not.
He had kept her busy all day. Mason had a play date with the little girl down the street. Afterwards he took them the new superhero movie. Then out to dinner. This madness had to stop. Dean was outside working on his car. Mason was asleep. She had looked herself in her bedroom. She needed a plan.
An old house meant old wiring and plumbing. She hoped. The basement or the attic were the best places to find lose wires and exposed plumbing. She decided on the basement. She could pretend to have been cleaning and accidently broke a pipe. A small one. She was not sure but for Mason she would find a way. She could not sleep. She was wired. She just had to wait for him to fall asleep. She noticed the thing slept deeper than Dean did. He never woke up when she cleaned.
Rebecca froze when she heard him on the stairs. She had stuffed a towel under the door so he would not see the light. He hesitated outside the door before she heard his creak open. An hour. She would give him an hour to fall asleep.
Dean sat in the void. The demon was sleeping. It seemed to take a lot of energy to possess him. He hoped Rebecca had a plan, He doubted she did but he could hope.
She listened at his door and heard his deep snores. Then she went to check on Mason. Satisfied he was all right she went in search of the basement. It was creepy, but clean. Several shelves lined the wall. There was some exposed pipe. Thanks to the obvious remodel, they were marked. She found one that said fresh water. It was thin if she found a mallet or something large she could break it, but she would have to do it in one swing. Looking around there was not anything she could use. Then it caught her eye. Above the pipes was a long sledge hammer. It looked like it had been forgotten. Despite her height, she was going to need to find something to stand on. A stack of plastic egg crates sat in the corner of the room. She stacked three of them together. Still she had to stand on her tip toes to reach it.
She was able to grab it with one hand before the crates began to shift under her weight. Before she could stop herself, she was falling towards the fresh concrete floor and the hammer was flying through the air. She landed with a hard thud her head slammed into the floor. The boom was deafening. Sparks shot from the electric box where the hammer hit.
She lay there dazed. Rebecca could here foot falls in the room above here. That thing called her name. She lost consciousness thinking the sparks looked like fireworks.
"We're waiting to see what the Dr. says. No I can take care of my own son."
"Mason?" She whispered touching the weight on her head.
Dean closed the phone.
"He's asleep. That kid can sleep through anything."
"Where are we?" She squinted against the bright lights.
"The hospital. You hit your head pretty hard."
She nodded. "I was trying to reach something and I fell."
"You destroyed the power box. We have to stay with my family after all." He smiled gently.
"When can we leave?" She muttered.
"Now that you're a wake I'd like to keep you here for a few more hours if you seem alright then you can go home." The Doctor came stalking in and quickly examined her. "No signs of a concussion. You were very lucky."
Dean looked through the demons mask. She did it! She nearly killed herself but they were going to Bobby's house. Dean was terrified that she had killed herself when he, the demon, found her lying on the ground. She had a large gash on her head. Sparks showered the room with light. Mason had run down the stairs behind him despite the stern warning to stay put. The boy took his mother's hand and kissed it softly. Dean expected him to be afraid instead; he took the cell phone from his father's pocket and dialed 911.
The ambulance rushed her to the hospital ten minutes away. After two hours of test, they said she would be fine as long as she woke up soon.
Dean could not remember when he had been so relieved to see someone's eyes open. He did not want Mason to lose his mother. The demon fielded calls from his father who wanted to come to the hospital for once he was grateful when it refused. A few hours later, they were at Bobby's.
They drove through the canopy of cars to the freshly painted house. John sat on the porch drinking a beer. His truck sat out front. It was loaded with and ready to leave.
"I thought you were coming straight through." He chastised his son as he walked to the car. "The hospital said you left an hour ago."
"I had stuff to do?" John looked at the two of them.
"Like what?"
"I think that's my cue to run." She took Mason hand and hurried into the house.
"We'll talk later." He pushed past his father. By the time he made it to the small room they had set aside for the boy, she had him in just a t-shirt and underwear. Sam stood next to her smiling at something she said.
"His down for the count, again. So am I for that matter. Thanks for, Dean. I appreciate it." She ushered them out and closed the door. "Good night."
"Bobby put you in there." He gestured to the room next to hers. "Dad and I are sharing. So what happened today?"
Demon Dean walked past him into his room and shut the door. Dean let out a sigh when he saw his make shift alter intact and the Urn still in the middle of it. He opened the window and crawled onto the roof.
This isn't creepy at all.
They watched her as she undressed. The demon freed himself from the too tight denim then slowly stroked the erection he had had since they stopped on the highway hours ago.
Come on dude. Don't handle the merchandise.
"Shut up." He movements became faster and rhythmic when she stood naked in the center of the room. He found completion when she bent over to search the bag for clean underwear.
I feel dirty. Shouldn't someone be taking care of her?
The demon did not answer. He knelt outside the window and touched it. They stayed there for hours while she slept. Dean must have fallen asleep too because he was in Bobby's white clapboard the kitchen eating pancakes. The demon was watching her as she moved about the kitchen. She carried a plate of bacon to the table. The bandage was still around her head.
"I want to play tag mommy." Mason said drinking his juice.
"It's chilly outside baby. Let's wait until later." She walked out into the hall. "Bobby breakfast."
Sam poured his brother a glass of juice before sitting down and devouring his plate.
So how are we going to freak her out today? The demon continued to watch Rebecca as she moved about the kitchen. Oh, I hear the girl's love the silent psycho type.
"I can wear my coat." The small boy persisted.
"Mason…" She warned.
"Dean and I could take him out. We'll need to run off this breakfast. Not that's it's not great, but we usually get cereal and milk not a feast."
"If you don't mind. I was thinking about a pot roast tonight and it takes some time to prepare." She smiled sweetly at Dean.
"It's done." The demon said.
"Sam did you inhale your food?" She laughed when he blushed.
"Sorry. Come on Mason let's get dressed." He helped his nephew down from the chair.
"Are you going to eat?" The blonde man asked from his seat at the table.
"In a minute." She started scrubbing the counter nervously. The demon sighed and stood up. Taking her hand, he pulled her back against his body. Dean groaned when he felt her warmth. He always assumed the person lost all feeling in their body when they were possessed. That was not true. He felt every touch, every lustful stare. Whatever the demon felt he felt it also. Her round butt pressed into him perfectly.
"You could have killed yourself." He whispered.
She stood paralyzed as the demon tilted her head and exposed her neck.
"Do you know what I missed the most?" She shook her head. "Your long, graceful neck."
He licked the vain that pulsed there. Her knees buckled. His large hand held her against him. Dean lost himself in the feeling of having a warm body against his. His hand slid under her flannel shirt. She shivered. The demon spun her around and violently pressed his body into hers. With one arm, he lifted her on the counter. She looked drugged.
What the hell are you doing? Dean demanded. What was wrong with her? She fought him the last time. Why wasn't she fighting now? What did you do to her?
"Do you like the shirt?" He whispered to Dean. "It is covered in your essence. Two millennia of need and desire are encoded in her genes. She can smell it. It's intoxicating. She can't resist it. The boost I gave to her libido isn't hurting either."
Bobby or Sam will come down soon not to mention she's hurt.
"Look around you or I will." Everything seemed frozen. The trees that were swaying in the breeze had stopped. The annoyingly loud clock was silent. "I told you before I'm a very powerful creature."
Rebecca had taken the oversized shirt off exposing her naked breast. The demon dipped his head to take one of the large globes in his mouth.
Leave her alone! He shivered as his angry member pressed against her thigh.
She grasped his head and pulled him closer. Dean remembered this. He remembered this body. He saw her clad in long silk robes. He knew she was naked underneath. A young boy helped him remove his golden armor. She watched him directing several men who stood around a round table. Her eyes never left his form. He felt them as they raked over his body. He caught his breath at the predatory look in her eyes. Impatiently she stalked the room. The other men seemed to get nervous. He did not blame them her need rolled off her in waves. With a wave of his hand, they fled the room. He stood in a simple cloth that covered his treasures. He smiled, challenging her. She tugged at the invisible tie. The robes feel to the floor revealing her naked body.
This is too disturbing.
"Your turn boy and remember I can slow time. Then I can kill your family without a thought." He felt the demon regress. He could feel it watching.
She had removed his black t-shirt exposing his muscular chest and rippled stomach. Her hands slipped past his loose jeans to caress his member. She used her bare feet to push the pants down his hips. Dean let go of her breast and attacked the other one.
The demon was right her scent was enthralling. The more he drew in the more he wanted. He jerked her hands away from his body and sat her on the floor. Dean frantically tugged at her shorts until she shook out of them. With a low growl, he fell to his knees and inhaled her scent again. He buried his face in her. She cried out grasping the counter. He knocked her hands away forcing her to fall onto his face. Rebecca shrieked as he moved his nose over her clit. She was falling into him until they both fell onto the kitchen floor.
He never broke his hold on her. She straddled his pleasure giving mouth while he held her hips in place. Her brutal orgasm soaked his face. Like a man possessed, he slid from beneath her and forcefully shoved her forward. In one stroke, he entered her, penning her between him and the floor. She cried out trying to move against him but the weight of his massive body held her in place. He pushed her legs apart into an uncomfortable position. He plowed further into her.
She quivered as another orgasm rocked her. Dean could not form a coherent thought. He acted on instinct. He could only fuck her. The need became so strong it screamed from every orifice. He ached for his release. Her screams filled the kitchen. He put his hand under her stomach and lifted her pushing further sopping wet channel. Her body convulsed. He tensed. His creamy white fluid mixed with her clear juices. Dean could not remember ever feeling so sated.
Before he could speak he was back in the shadows and the demon was cleaning her.
What did you do to me?
"I gave you my desire. Don't worry she won't remember. Do you think she'll be sore?" He touched her head in a way that seemed familiar to Dean but he could not place it. He was still too rattled. The demon then did something that sent a shiver through him. He placed his hand on her stomach and began to chant. "At the perfect moment every human is formed. This was the perfect moment."
In a flash, he was back at the table eating his bacon and she was standing at the counter. She hesitated. Dean swore she reached for the space between her thighs but stopped herself.
"Are you going to eat?" He asked again as Bobby stumbled through the door.
"What's that smell?" He sniffed the air.
'Bacon." The demon smiled.
"Well we're ready." Sam came back in with Mason.
Rebecca still looked dazed. "Mind Sam and Dean baby."
She shivered at the look of satisfaction Dean gave her.
"Are you alright?" Bobby asked touching her arm.
"I don't know." She fixed him a plate and sat it at the table.
"Thanks." He eyed her. She turned back to the counter and began scrubbing it.
"Bobby, can a possessed person contact someone who isn't possessed?" Bobby looked up from his plate.
"Why do you ask?"
"Something's wrong with Dean. I think he's possessed." The older man choked on his food.
"No, Dean is strange but he has an anti-possession tattoo. Ain't nothing gettin' inside him." He cleaned up his mess.
"What if it's strong? What if it's powerful?"
"Where's this coming from?" He asked coming to stand next to her by the window.
"He hit on me." Bobby eyes widened. "Then he made out with me. In the past two weeks, he's been unrelenting. I nearly died to get us here. Something is wrong with him."
"What?"
"That's not Dean, I can feel it, but it feels familiar like I should know it." She watched her son chase after the brother's trying to tag them.
"Maybe I should call John."
"Maybe you should take Mason with you tonight when you go visit Pamela. Find a reason to stay overnight. If that psychic friend of yours can contact Dean then we'll have a better chance of finding out what's going on." She smiled and waved at them.
"What are you going to be doing?" Bobby asked cautiously.
"Give it what it wants." She walked outside and began chasing the men. Bobby watched as Dean pretended to stumble and fall into her. She blushed and looked away. His nephew grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder, smacking her but as he ran. Yeah, there was something wrong. He took out his cell phone. "John we've got trouble."
"I know." The hunter looked at the beautiful woman beside him. She took the phone.
"Bobby, tell the girl not to wait. As soon as you leave she needs to act." Missouri demanded.
"Yes ma'am. I'll meet you at Pam's" Bobby closed the phone. The woman took his hand. He attacked her when he arrived at their meeting place. His love making was unusually rough. As he took her, she saw glimpses of Dean and the girl, the demon stood near them watching, he hid his true form from them. But this was no demon; this was one of God's fallen. Missouri leaned against John's strong shoulder. There was nothing to do but wait. Pam would have everything set up and they would be able to get John in without the demon knowing.
Can they save Dean?