Author's Note: Just to clear something up, the reason why this episode is called "I Lie On Top" is because Incubus is derived from the Latin preposition in, which in this case means on top of, and cubo, which is Latin for "I lie". The word incubo translates into "I lie on top". Just something I needed to level with you all, I couldn't think of a suitable title for this episode and this is the best I could come up with.
I don't like to beg but I do appreciate reviews as they give me hope that I can continue this on for a fully-fledged season but with 13,299 hits for all three of my episodes so far, I think I can will myself to continue. I mean what would you, my adoring fans, think if I just cancelled after only three episodes? That would be plain cruel and, for people who know me, know that I'm never cruel.
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Finally, after what seems like hours, the two brothers have finished in salting all possible access points into Terry and Chris' house, making it officially "no-entry" for demons. After binning the few tubs of salt they'd used Dean and Sam make their way into the kitchen, the smell of burgers cooking on the "George Foreman" assault their senses as they spot Terry fixing something to eat. The two watch astonishingly at how he slices the cucumber and tomatoes with such steady precision, at how strong he is after everything that's been going on this past month.
Unsuspectingly Terry looks up at the brothers with a smile on his face, one that can melt the hardest of hearts, "Hey guys, finally finished demon-proofing the house, huh? Here," he points to the two stools on the opposite side of the breakfast bar, "Sit. I'm fixing us something to eat. You both must be starving…" replies Terry before returning to his slicing.
"Oh we don't want you to go out of your way for us -- ," Dean begins, but Terry interjects, waving the knife in front of him, "It's no trouble at all, really. Please, sit," he gestures to the stools again, "Ever since that Demon came into our lives and cursed Chris with that sickness, I haven't had the chance to cook a decent meal for anyone, not even myself. I've been living on TV dinners for the past month and believe me, if I ever see a TV dinner again it'll be too soon."
Hesitant at first Dean and Sam look at each other before the latter shrugs his shoulders, seeing as their client's willing to offer them food and it would be exceedingly rude to turn it down.
"Alright, what's on the menu?" Dean asks, following beside Sam as they park themselves on the comfy stools, still watching as Terry now concentrates on the meat.
Terry looks away from his cooking for a moment, that smile still on his face, "Just your normal All-American quarter-pounders with cucumbers and tomatoes," before looking back to find that the burgers are about done.
Taking them off the "George Foreman" with the use of a spatula, Terry places them on the cobs he's just sliced and buttered before passing them to his two guests.
"Thank you Terry," Dean expresses his gratitude with his trademark smirk, "You know, you didn't have to do this," but Terry waves him away with the spatula in hand, "I know but I choose to do it, seeing as you're guests in my house and are close to Bobby. Now let's not talk about it anymore and eat up before it gets cold," Terry smiles again, turning around so his back's to the boys as he attends to his food.
Dean offers Sam the tomato ketchup but he waves it away, taking a huge chunk of his burger cob instead and munching on it like a cow. Dean thanks God that he hasn't asked for anything to put on it like syrup or ice-cream or god-knows what. He'll literally die of humiliation if he did.
Taking his seat in front of the brothers as he applies whatever he wants onto his burger and then takes a bite out of it, Terry wipes the sauce that's escaped from the side of his mouth with the tip of his finger, "So, how is it?"
Dean can't answer at the moment as he's just chewing on a mouthful of it but answers with a satisfied nod and a thumbs up. Sam, on the other hand, has just swallowed his and smiles, "It's really good. No wonder you miss cooking, this is beyond fantastic."
"Why thank you," Terry's cheeks flush as he accepts their praises, the trio then returning to silence as they continue to eat Terry's succulent burgers until there's nothing left but crumbs.
Terry passes them both tissues to wipe their mouths while he collects their plates and fits them into the dishwasher. Dean stretches out his arms and hears small bones cracking, Sam standing up as well.
"Thank you for your hospitality Terry, it's greatly appreciated. Now we've made sure that the demon can't go anywhere near Chris or inside this house for that matter but if it does, and we believe that it shouldn't, call us on this number." Dean pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket and a pen, scribbling his number on it before passing it to Terry but he doesn't accept it.
"Dean, why should I have this when you both can stay right here? We have a quest room that's well-furnished, sports a queen-size double bed and it has its own bathroom, complete with shower and a toilet." Terry confirms, pointing to the room somewhere upstairs.
"Thanks for the offer but you've done enough for us already. We're just gonna find ourselves a nice, little motel and then --," but Terry interrupts again, his hands waving in a "no way" gesture, "No friends of Bobby's going to stay in some crummy motel. You're both staying here and that's final. Same goes for Bobby when he gets here." Terry then crosses his arms to further validate his point, his face firm yet gentle at the same time.
Dean's mouth opens up again in shock, surprised at Terry's little outburst, before a soft voice breaks the silence, "You'd better accept it Dean…you don't want to cross Terry when he's in one of his "moods"."
The trio all glance to the stairs to see Chris, dressed in just boxers, standing a few steps from the bottom and weakly holding onto the banister. Terry's firm stance quickly melts into panic as he rushes to his lover, "Chris! What the hell are you doing out of bed?" He asks with concern, yet his voice's soft and gentle, not firm like it was just a second ago when he was "out-bursting" at Dean.
The brothers follow him back up the stairs, Dean and Terry each with an arm over their shoulder while Sam trails behind to make sure he doesn't fall back for some unknown reason. When they reach the bedroom Sam notices the gap in the salt circle and deduces that Chris must've made it when he walked out of the room, not knowing what he was doing. While Dean and Terry carefully place him back in the soft security that is the king-size double bed, Sam mends the gap by brushing some of the salt over it, sealing the circle once again.
When all's quiet again Dean looks to Sam and then at Terry, sighing at his decision, "Looks like we have no choice. Consider us your guests for the remainder of our stay."
Terry nods back, "Alright, with all that straightened out, let's settle you both into your room."
It's late afternoon, soon to be evening, and after the brothers, with the help of Terry, settled themselves into the reasonably spacious guest room, Sam had got straight to work in finding the name "Lilu" on the web…
Dean, whose been lying on his back on the double bed with his hands behind his head and his legs crossed, turns his head to stare at his little brother, sitting on the other side of the room with his laptop resting on the table beside the window, the Sun shining through the netted curtains and giving Sam an "angelic" aura about him.
"Any hits yet Sammy?" He asks, his voice a little croaky as he clears it with a slight cough. When Sam explained to him about what Chris had mumbled in his sleep when he was alone with him, he'd asked him if he knew the name or if Dad might have mentioned it at all when it was just the two of them but Dean replied that he didn't and that the name didn't ring a bell.
"No, not as yet, I'm starting to believe that Lilu might not even be a name but I'll keep trying," Sam answers holding a hand over his mouth as he yawns, Dean noticing that he looks completely shattered.
Sitting himself up Dean climbs off the bed and stands behind Sam, his hands on Sam's shoulders as they softly massage away the aches that are forming there. Leaning down Dean's soft lips caress the velvety skin on Sam's neck, who tilts his head to the side to give him more access, letting out a gasp when Dean kisses one of his "soft spots", "Sam, you're exhausted. Get some sleep…I'll take over from here," he suggests through his soft kissing.
As if on cue Sam allows a yawn to escape his lips, spinning around on the revolving chair so he's facing Dean and kisses him softly on those supple lips, that dimpled smile that melts Dean's beating heart forming across his, "If you say so."
Moving out of the way to allow Sam to pass Dean watches as he collapses onto the bed, bouncing in its softness as his eyes close instantly when his head touches the small mountain of pillows. Making himself comfortable in the chair that Sam had occupied, Dean stares back at his little brother, his chest rising and falling in an even tempo while his hands rest on his stomach. Dean has to smile at the wonderful sight before him…the image reminds him of Sam when he was just a kid; pure and innocent, safe and without a care in the world. He continues to gaze at the serenity of his brother sleeping before turning on the revolving chair, that smirk changing into a concentrating one as he persists on looking on the web where Sam left off…