Author's Note: I am so sorry I'm taking ages updating but I was having trouble with this chapter but, hopefully *fingers crossed*, that I can swiftly move on and get on with the next episode. Also, I've been catching up with Supernatural S4 and I've gotta say, "Yellow Fever" is the greatest and my most favourite episode ever! Jensen Ackles is both hilarious and drop dead gorgeous!!! Also I don't like the fact that Sam's been sleeping with Ruby and I can't stand the episode in which Dean has sex with Anna in the back of his Impala!!! THAT I CANNOT STAND!!! That place is reserved only for him and Sam and that's it! Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter and I "should" be with you with another one sooner rather than later!!! Chow for now!
"…and so that's everything that's happened since you and Sam got here yesterday?" Bobby asked, his head nodding in Sam's direction, who'd only come down to see why it was taking Dean so long to get their breakfast, only to find him conversing with the South Dakota native about everything that's happened since they got there. Seeing their old friend in full-on hunter mode, Sam thought it best to stay and is now sitting opposite Bobby and his brother at the breakfast bar, listening into the conversation and devouring the BLT that Terry had made him at the same time.
Chris had come back in after putting out the washing and is now standing next to Terry by the sink, his arm embracing Terry's waist, as they both listen to the hunters' discussion.
"Yep, that's pretty much everything. Now, the obvious question Bobby is what the hell are we dealing with?" Dean asks abruptly, biting into his own BLT as Bobby rubs the stubble on his chin, taking off his cap again to scratch his head before putting in on the breakfast bar.
He then climbs off the stool and leans against the bar, crossing his arms before his attention's on Chris, "Chris, did ya suffer from any nightmares or felt as though ya chest was caving in on ya? Did ya have trouble trying to breathe?"
Chris looks upon his lover before turning his gaze on Bobby, his expression filled with both confusion and certainty, "No, nothing like that. I just felt completely drained of energy, as if I'd been working too hard at the gym or something."
Bobby curses silently under his breath, shaking his head, "Well, that rules out the *Maras, that's for sure. Can you tell me anything else? Anything at all that might help?"
Sensing the urgency in the older man's voice Chris searched his mind for anything that might aid the hunters to dealing with this demon and after what's only about a few minutes, remembers something that might be important, "Well…erm, I don't know if this might be helpful or not but, on most nights, I'd feel this unnaturally cold touch on my body…feeling, caressing the top part of my body but mostly down…below," Chris nodded down to his lower area and Bobby instantly gets the picture, "I try to open my eyes to see who it is, see if it's Terry but I found that I couldn't. I was finding it incredibly difficult, only lasting until the "touching" stopped and then I could open them again but to find myself completely alone."
"Oh, I see." Bobby answers, feeling a little awkward as he leans from one foot to the other, his hands trailing down to cup his broad hips, "Well, with this new info, it only leads to one particular kind of demon I've only faced once before," he pauses to stare at the two brothers, "With your Dad."
The four young men witness Bobby's face literally lose all of its colour before he turns away and disappears into the hall, returning instantaneously with his bags. He places the largest one on the floor beside the breakfast bar while placing the smaller one on top of it, searching through it for something in particular.
Dean and the others are eyeing him suspiciously before the older brother eventually gets restless and speaks out for everyone, "Bobby? Come on man, tell us what's going on already? What are we dealing with here?" He had already placed his half-eaten BLT back on its plate and is now climbing off the stool to stop Bobby from searching through his bag for whatever it is he's trying to find, "Stop it Bobby and just tell us…what did you and Dad face before?"
And with that Bobby halts, some of the colour coming back to his cheeks as he looks up into the hazel eyes of Dean's, his own filled with what Dean notices to be…dread? Vulnerability?
Bobby then lets out a deep sigh, "It was considered a myth back when me and ya Dad first faced it and, since then, have never faced another one. There are two kinds; the male's known as an incubus while the female's known as a succubus but they both share the same purpose; they need to feed off sexual energy by any means necessary in order to survive."
"And how…exactly do they…do that?" Terry struggles to ask, his arms wrapping around himself while Chris holds him a little closer, giving him the protection he needs to what Bobby's about to tell them.
"Well, they either feed it off an unsuspecting couple indulging in the act or…they lie upon their sleeping victims, doesn't matter which gender, in order to have sex with them, the victim being totally unaware of it…It's also be told that it marks its victim with a love-bite to basically "claim" them and that repeated intercourse with an incubus or succubus may result in the deterioration of heath, or even…death…"
Terry's eyes widen with both shock and horror, "Oh my god…" he gasps, his hand over his mouth but raises it too late as he vomits into the sink with Chris helping him clean himself up.
"I'll take him upstairs and get him to lie down for a while. This is a little too much for us "normal" folk," Chris smiles, his arms around Terry's waist and shoulders as he helps him out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
Once they hear the door to the couple's bedroom close behind them the three hunters continue their discussion, "So that explains the mark on Chris' behind but why isn't he still suffering?" Dean asks, crossing his arms on the bar and leaning against them.
"Well, the reason why Chris isn't suffering anymore is the fact that the incubus must've found another unsuspecting victim to feed upon. Once the incubus loses interest in its chosen victim, given that they haven't killed them, they move onto the next which returns the previous victim back to their original state. But that's the worrying part," Bobby replies ominously, returning to searching the large bag on the table.
"Why's that Bobby?" Sam asks now joining the conversation. He'd been remotely quiet throughout the whole discussion and Dean's rather glad that he's spoken up, his quietness a little unnerving.
"Because we have no idea who its next victim is. It could be you, Terry or Dean for that matter," Bobby then shrugs his shoulder, "Hell, it could be anyone within a 2-mile radius. It's known that incubi and succubi don't like to venture off too far to find new victims in case they can't find any and need to feed off their previous ones."
Finally finishing his BLT and placing his plate in the sink, Dean turns to face Bobby and Sam, his palms behind him as they grip the edge of the counter, leaning against them, "That's just dandy," he murmurs before straightening his stance, "So what do you s'pose we do?"
Running his hand through his thinning brown hair which has several strands of grey in there, Bobby lets a deep sigh escape from his thin lips, "To tell you the truth, ah don't rightly know. Like ah told ya before, incubi and succubi are considered myths and not much is known about them. The only reason why ah know what ah know is because the incubus we hunted all them years ago was one of those monologuing types. Couldn't help bragging about itself and its kind. Also finding it quite a joke that hunters of today considered their species "non-existent" and didn't know anything about them," he huffs, eventually finding what he's looking for in his bag.
"Huh, ah was starting to wonder where ah put this damn thing," Bobby mutters, mostly to himself, as the boys wonder what he's mumbling on about but are thoroughly disappointed when it ends up being just the older hunter's cell-phone.
"Jeez Bobby, for a minute there with all the hype you were building up I thought you were gonna whip out something that could help us out here," Dean exhales loudly, not realizing that he was holding his breath.
Bobby grins at the older Winchester, "Nope, sorry to disappoint ya Dean but all ah got in these here bags are some clean clothes, my own weapons and several spell-books. Ah suggest one of you boys head to the local library and dig up anything you can on incubi and succubi. Ah know it may be a long shot but we might just get lucky and found out something crucial that will help us out in the long run. The other can help me out once I've done on here," Bobby nods to his cell-phone before disappearing into the living room.
"Sam? Are you okay? You're awfully quiet this morning…something bothering ya?" Dean asks, concern evident in his soft voice as he pushes himself off the counter and puts his hands on Sam's shoulders, sensing the tension that's building up in them, "You're awfully tense Sammy," he replies softly, massaging them gently to ease the tension out.
"Hmmm," Sam hums, moaning at the simple pleasure Dean's giving him simply by massaging his shoulders which are starting to relax under Dean's touch, "I'm alright. It's just this case, it's nothing like we've faced before. How we supposed to stop something we know nothing about?"
Dean can't seem to answer him. He just continues to massage his shoulders of its tension, Sam's question rolling around in his mind and coming up with no answers. He takes in a deep breath and a few seconds later releases it, "I don't honestly know Sam but hey," he then lets out a small laugh, "We'll find a way. We always do."
Sam can only huff at Dean's weak excuse for an answer but their moment together is disrupted by a quick cough, both the boys looking up to see Bobby with a firm look on his face, "Ah hum! No time for that now, boys. We need to get started if we want to get this demon before it strikes again so, come on! Get moving! We haven't got all day."
The boys both smile at the stern hunter and Sam's the one who eventually breaks the embrace, giving Dean a quick kiss on the cheek before disappearing up the stairs to get himself ready. Dean, meanwhile, stays behind, his hands on his hips and smirks at Bobby, who simply shakes his head. Ever since they had told him that their relationship had far surpassed that of simple brothers, he must admit he was a little shocked but then again, he wasn't really surprised. Those boys are inseparable, ever since the day Sam was born. It was only a matter of time before this step was taken. And he really didn't mind it, really… just as long as they keep it to themselves…
Evidently it's Sam who's chosen to head to the local library and research to his heart's content. In the old-looking, two-storey building which Sam's surprised is actually still standing, he's on the top level using one of the many computers in the facility, looking up everything and anything to do with incubi and succubi whilst trying to be as discreet as possible until a familiar, female voice appears from behind, "So? Why the sudden interest in incubi? Didn't tag you for that kind of guy?"
There's a moment of silence before she continues, "But then again, you're not like any other guys."
Sam smiles but doesn't avert his face from the screen, "And hello to you too Ruby," he taps some more on the keyboard and another window pops up before he eventually turns to face the blonde-haired demon, who's making herself comfortable in the chair opposite him, her elbow resting at ease on the table, smiling at him with perfect, white teeth.
"I thought you would know. Seeing as you know everything that goes on in the demon community, that is."
Ruby returns his smile with one of her own, "Haven't you forgotten, Sam, that I'm not entirely welcome in the demon community. Having to risk my life just to get you the information that you obviously need."
"And I'm thankful for it."
He spins back around to face the computer screen as Ruby stands up and leans over next to him, "So, do you know anything about these demons? What their strengths and weaknesses are? How to find and destroy them? These sites aren't telling me anything that Bobby hasn't told us already." He then lets out a frustrated huff, falling back into the chair and placing his hands on his head, suddenly getting a headache at looking at the screen for too long.
Ruby lets out a short laugh, "Sounds like you've hit a stump." She then takes the seat next to him, "Well, to answer your questions, incubi and succubi wield similar abilities to normal demons but it depends on how high they are on the hierarchy," she answers with a shrug of her shoulders. "Not much is known of their weaknesses but you could give my knife a try. If that don't work, then go for the basics in killing demons…douse anything you can use as a weapon in holy water or exorcise it with a spell or," Ruby looks away, as though shy as to what she's about to say. She looks back, "You could use what I've been training you…"
"No! That's not an option Ruby!" He interjects a little too loudly, awarding himself a "shush" from the assistant who's sorting out the books on the opposite side of the room.
Lowering his voice Sam continues on, "I'll do anything but that. I'll not allow Dean to see what I've been doing for the past four months. It'll just bring up a whole lot of angst and I can't be dealing with it now. Not now that I'm…" He looks away, seemingly at the screen but Ruby can tell from that look on his face that he's now thinking about what she felt back at Fork Mountain.
"Ruby…" Sam's voice's louder than a whisper and just as soft, "Back at Fork Mountain, did you…" He stops to take a breath, then looks up at her, tears beginning to form but not yet falling, "Did you know that I was pregnant? With Dean's child?"
Ruby doesn't stir. She stares back at those hazel eyes, wondering if she should lie or just come out with it. She chooses the latter, "Yes Sam. Yes I did."
"And you've known all this time and you didn't even think to tell me?!" Sam's voice is a little louder but not enough to draw any attention, his jaw tightening and his expression stern.
"I'm sorry Sam, really I am, but I had to keep it from you or all that we've been through for the last four months would've been thrown out the window…" she starts but Sam interjects, "Is that all you can think of, huh? The damn training? I'm pregnant Ruby! And it couldn't have occurred at the worst possible time!" He's bellowing now and the assistant can't help but walk over to them, "Excuse me, IF you can't lower your voices, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
Even though she's probably just the same age as Dean; brunette, brown eyes, slim figure, someone Dean would've probably hooked up with if he were into girls, her voice's as stern as those old head librarians you see on children's TV with their grey hair in a bun and their beady eyes ever watchful.
Sam's firm face quietly softens as he looks up at the young woman, "I'm sorry, we'll keep it quiet," he apologizes, the assistant awarding him with a soft smile, "Good. Just so you know, I'm not like Mrs. "I've-Always-Got-A-Bug-Up-My-Ass" downstairs but I can't afford to lose my job. You understand?" This time she smiles even wider, showing off those pearly-whites that perfectly gleam in the sunshine.
"Yeah. Thank you by the way," Sam expresses his gratitude with his dimply smile as the assistant places a soft hand on his arm, "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation and I've gotta say, you should be happy with what you've been given. Some of us aren't lucky enough to bear such a gift and for those of us who can, should treasure it." She gives his arm a slight squeeze before standing upright again, "Don't allow it to be such a burden…for if you do, the other "gift" you have inside of you…will consume you and everything that we've been planning will be for nothing."
But before either Sam or Ruby can begin to wonder or even ask how in the hell she knew about any of that, the assistant disappears in a blink of an eye and Sam swears to himself that he's just heard the flapping of wings? For a couple of minutes the two just stare at the space where the assistant was just standing, questioning thoughts in their minds with no answers to any of them.
What is going on and did Sam hear the flapping of wings when she "disappeared"?
So, quick question...can any of you guess what the Assistant is? If so, can she be trusted or does she have her own agenda? You're just gonna have to wait and find out, sorry I'm being so cruel! Bye for now!!!