Meanwhile, whilst Sam's at the library trying to figure out that had happened in the last 15 minutes, Dean's back at the house, helping out Bobby demon-proof it as effectively as they can with protective charms, spells and God-knows-what else. They'd allowed Terry and Chris to leave the house for a few hours, knowing full well that the demon won't be back until tonight, and now that they're finished, Dean throws the book of spells onto the coffee table and flops on the sofa, enveloping him in its softness.
Dean will never understand why it's so exhausting to demon-proof someone's house but that's how he always felt afterwards as he covers his eyes with an arm. It's like his body's literally drained of energy and all he wants to do next is to lie down and sleep it off until he's full of energy again. Yet he daren't. Not if he wants to see those horrific images of his time down there in the "pit"…the macabre screaming, the masses of blood, the exceptionally excruciating torture…
"Dean? Have ya been listenin' to a word ah said?" Bobby's voice suddenly comes into mind as Dean shakes his thoughts away and struggles to sit up, the sofa being so damn soft.
"Are ya okay Dean? You seem a little off today…something botherin' ya?" Bobby asks, taking a seat opposite him, noticing the obvious concern in his gruff voice and watching him as he takes his cap off and ruffles his hand through his messy, greying hair.
"Nah…nothing Bobby. I'm just a little tired for some reason, that's all. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about," Dean answers, pushing himself off and making his way out into the hallway but Bobby stops him in his tracks, his hand gently gripping his arm, "Ya know ya can talk to me Dean…it's not healthy to bottle whatever it is you bottling inside. It'll just get worse as the days go by."
Dean gives him the best smile that he can, making sure that it doesn't appear fake as Bobby can him and Sam like a book, and presses a reassuring hand on top of his, "I'm fine Bobby. Like I said, nothing to worry about. I'm just tired. I'm gonna grab a couple winks before Sam returns with any info, if there is any."
Bobby eventually nods, his lips pursed but he doesn't say anything, as he lets go of Dean and leans forward to pick up the cap he'd took off, securing it back on his head, "You do that Dean. Ya look like ya need the rest anyway. What do you and Sam do to ensure that you both don't get enough sleep at night?"
He then suddenly blushes a light pink, realizing what he'd just asked, "Oh, never mind. Ah don't wanna know. I'm gonna check the house again. Make sure we've covered every nook and cranny of this place." And with that Bobby gives Dean a sharp pat on the back before disappearing into the hallway in the direction of the kitchen, whistling a tune too far back for Dean to know.
Dean laughs softly, liking the fact that he can still make Bobby blush without being too crude. Lumbering up the stairs Dean drags his feet along the polished wooden floor in the direction of the room that he and Sam are occupying for the moment. Closing the door behind him he leans against it, breathing in the soft fragrance of lavender and mint just released from the air freshener hanging up on one of the walls.
Knowing full well that he can't open the windows, as he and Bobby had spent most of the morning and some of the afternoon salting the rim of every one of them, he decides to take his shirt off instead and makes himself comfortable on top of the bed. As his body slowly sinks into the softness of the double bed, the smell of himself and Sam from last night and this morning still lingering within the sheets and the duvet, Dean takes a deep breath and allows his exhaustion to lull him to sleep…
Some time later, a presence enters the room through the door, closing it silently behind them before treading softly towards the bed where Dean's sleeping soundly with his arms wrapped round himself. Reaching the end of the bed they stop, listening to the soft sounds of Dean's breathing, before they start to strip off their clothing. Climbing onto the bed they crawl up until they're behind Dean, a large clawed hand reaching up and softly caressing his bicep, watching as his fair skin goes all goose-pimply against their touch.
"…Sammy?" Dean moans, his voice groggy and not bothering to wake up, as the touch trails from his muscled bicep to his hip, "…Sam, I'm… kinda tired. Could we…do this…later?"
They lean forward, light blue lips right next to his right ear as they whisper, their hot breath tickling the little hairs, "Don't worry Dean, just stay as you are and relax, let me do all the work." Their lips stretch into a smile hearing Dean literally "purring" before they're softly caressing his neck with chaste kisses and trailing down to his collarbone, pulling him onto his back as they do so.
Loving the attention that Sam's giving him Dean doesn't even bother to try and open his eyes to take a look at who's above him, just choosing to lie back, doing as he's told and gasping when Sam takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking until it's pert before doing the same to the other.
Little does Dean know that this isn't his Sam that's pleasuring him so but the very incubus they want to take down, it utilizing its own pheromones to veil itself from Dean's senses, appearing and sounding exactly his Sam.
"Sam…whatever you do, don't stop," Dean gasps through clenched teeth, his fingernails digging lightly into Sam's shoulders as the incubus continues to descend. Its lips lightly caress his tight abs as they trail over his navel, lightly kissing it, before persisting downwards and stopping just short of the hem of Dean's jeans.
"Oh, I don't intend to Dean. Not yet anyways," Lilu purrs, his claws unbuttoning the jeans that threaten to keep what he desires the most away from him. Once they're all unbuttoned Lilu uses his super-strength to whip them off in half a second, leaving only the black woven boxers underneath. Dean's obvious arousal highly noticeable.
Sitting up on his knees Lilu looks down upon it with those gleaming blue eyes and moans incredulously. Closing his eyes and running his claws through his spiky, brown hair as he imagines all the things he's going to do to Dean once he makes him officially his.
"…Sammy?" Lilu hears Dean moan for him to make contact, not really bothered that Dean's mistaking him, a 4-000 year old incubus and father of the hero Gilgamesh, for that abomination he calls a brother and lover. The ancient incubus smiles, baring those perfect white fangs, as he leans down and presses a soft kiss against the bare skin just above the hem of his boxers.
"Patience, my love. All good things come to those who wait," Lilu informs, gripping the hem with both claws before slowly pulling them down. Watching with anticipation and mouth positively drooling as Dean's arousal finally escapes the confines of his boxers, throwing the piece of clothing somewhere in the room behind them.
Gripping the base of Dean's hard sex very carefully with his clawed hand, Lilu leans ever so slightly forward and sticks out his thick tongue, allowing it to lightly touch the tip. The taste of Dean's sweet and salty goodness bombards his taste buds, which he's been craving for ever since last night.
Hearing the moan escape from Dean's pouting lips it sends shivers down Lilu's spine and he immediately takes this into account that Dean doesn't just want him licking his proud member. So the incubus opens his mouth wide enough to take in the leaking member until its tip presses against the back of his throat. It stays there for a couple of seconds, Lilu's tongue lathering the thick vein before sliding it back out. He continues to do this, earning more moans and silent Sammy's from Dean, feeling the taste of his seed along his thick tongue makes him feel like he's high on ecstasy. Feeling the impressive manhood tensing within the incubus' mouth, knowing full well that Dean's about to unload, Lilu only speeds up the process.
"Hmmm…Sammy," Dean groans, his eyes tightly closed and his hands gripping the blanket beneath him so hard his knuckles are bone-white.
It takes only a few more long suctions and Dean erupts into Lilu's mouth, his hot, slippery fluid oozing down his mouth as he tries to swallow as much as he can. He wipes the rest of it from his blue lips with the back of his clawed hand, now satisfied that he's got to taste THE Dean Winchester. Who'll be under his very whim once he's given him the mark. Once he finally claims him for his own.
But Lilu's got to sever the impenetrable bond Dean has with his brother and lover before he can be his…forever. And he's going to do it tonight but before he goes, he's going to leave Dean with something to remember him by.
Crawling up the bed Lilu bends down, his lips just barely brushing his neck, as he whispers ever so softly, not really knowing if Dean can hear him or not under his pheromonal sway, "Until we meet again, my dearest."
After what seems like hours upon hours of researching, talking with Ruby about their recent case, the suspicious "Assistant" who praised him for being pregnant and everything that's been going on since last they met, Sam returns to the Terry and Chris' House, using the spare key Terry had given him before they both left for a few hours.
"Dean? Bobby? I'm back!" He cries out but finding that no-one's answering his calls. "Terry? Chris?" Still no answer.
Dropping his duffle bag carefully on the floor Sam pops his head into the living room but finds no-one in there. He calls out their names again but still no answer. Now he's getting worried. They should be around here somewhere. Heading into the kitchen Sam rounds the breakfast table and nearly trips over something lying out on the floor but luckily he stops short. Looking down he sees it to be Bobby, who seems to be in a dream-like state. His eyes are closed and twitching as though he's having a nightmare.
"Bobby? Bobby, can you hear me?" Sam asks, slapping him lightly across the face but failing to wake him up. Finding Bobby in this condition, he wonders what condition Dean's in and rushes to his feet, hurrying around the ground floor of the house to see if he can spot an unconscious Dean.
After spending five or ten minutes searching throughout the rooms of the ground floor and even down in the basement Sam has no such luck in locating Dean.
Must be somewhere upstairs, Sam assumes leaving the kitchen for the stairs, knowing full well that Bobby's going to be okay for the moment lying unconscious on the floor. Stepping quietly up the stairs, using the banister for leverage, Sam reaches the top and turns to the door on his left which happens to be Chris and Terry's bedroom. Nope, not in here, Sam informs himself before closing the door again. He checks the next two rooms but still no sign of Dean. He's now started to get a little worried…and a little pissed off! Where the hell can he be? But his question's immediately answered when his eyes spot the final door at the end of the small hallway. The guest room where he and Dean are staying 'til they've solved this case.
"Looks like it's Door No.3," Sam says to himself as he reaches out and ever so slowly grips the door handle, freezing as though he somehow isn't looking forward to what's behind it.
And he's right to feel that. As soon as he turns it and enters, he takes a step back, a gasp leaves his lips and suddenly feels like he can't breathe. Hovering over an sleeping Dean, with their face nuzzling his neck, is a naked human male but at the same time, not. Its body's fully human but they're some perceptible alterations; the fact that both its hands are black from the fingertips to its elbows and instead of fingernails, sharp talons are in their place. Same goes for its feet. Sam knows straight-the-way that this is THE incubus that they've been looking for. But why the hell is it out in daylight? And what the hell does it think it's doing to Dean?!
Outstretching his left arm, taking a step forward and glaring at the creature with pissed-off eyes Sam barks furiously, "Get away from my brother…now!"
But it seems to be too late. When the human leans back, sneering with its light, blue lips slightly parting revealing white, fanged teeth and glaring at the young Winchester with its luminous blue-on-white eyes shining like diamonds, Sam can see that it's already given Dean the "mark". A mark that's colouring the side of Dean's neck with dark shadings of black and blue, making it look more like a bruise than a "love-bite". The human dares to laugh as it crawls backwards off the bed and stands fully upright, appearing to be about 4 inches smaller than the opposing Winchester.
"Or you'll what Sam? Use your abilities to suck out my soul and banish it back to Hell?" It then lets out a hoarse laugh, "Don't make me laugh. If you haven't figured it out already, I'm not exactly in the same league as the other monsters and demons you and your delicious brother have faced before me. I've easily bypassed your traps and demonic charms and your powers wont work on me." And in a blink of an eye, its eye colour changes to full-on blue, making Sam wonder how far up the hierarchy this demon is and if it has any connections to Lilith, before its entire body starts to change slowly.
Noticeably the incubus' gets a little taller, maybe two more inches taller, while the black colouring on its hands and feet stay where they are yet its claws seem to growing longer. From out of its temples pointy horns sprout out and stop around 10 inches from its head, curving a little at the edges. Lastly black, feathery wings develop from out of its broad, shoulder blades and both extend over around 6 feet in length. Standing quite proud the incubus steps forward, arms crossing over its large chest and Sam reckons he can hear it "purring", "So, what are you going to do now?"
Sam ponders for just a moment before smirking at the towering demon, "I've still got one trick up my sleeve I can still use against you, Lilu," he spits with such venom before pulling back both arms.
Before Lilu can congratulate him for figuring out who he really is Sam forces his arms forward and a mighty surge of telekinetic energy, invisible to the naked eye, emanates from them and his body which bombards the incubus and sends him flying out the window. Lilu disappears for only a second before reappearing, using his wings to stay airborne, "This isn't over, Winchester! Not by a long shot! I'll be coming back to claim what is mine!" Lilu bellows furiously, his blue eyes blaring, before he soars off into the sky, leaving Sam to attend to the still unconscious Dean…