Author's Note: Sorry if the climatic battle with Lilu's a little anti-climatic but I needed to end this quickly or else it was going to drive me literally insane! The next chapter shall be the last one and then finally! I can go on to Episode 4. I can't wait to start it! Anyway enjoy and please, review and tell me what you think.
It feels like he's been standing in the same spot for hours before Sam realizes that Dean's still in the room and lying, with his pants and boxers down to his ankles, on the bed still oblivious to the world. Straight to his bedside Sam pulls up Dean's boxers and buttons up his jeans, to give some of his dignity back at least, before turning his attention to rousing him back to consciousness.
He slaps him across the face lightly, "Dean? Can you hear me, Dean?" but his only answer's a soft mumble, "…Sammy…?"
"I'm here, Dean. I'm right here," Sam soothes, caressing a hand across his cheek. Dean's body shows more of a response as he slowly wakes from the incubus' spell. His eyes open slowly, blinking several times and adjusting to the sunlight that's now beaming brilliantly through the now-smashed window.
His sight's a little hazy as they glance around the room, trying to figure out the features of it. Trying to figure out why the hell he feels so weak…like his body's just lost all of its energy, making him completely motionless. His eyes finally focus on the peachy oval shape of someone's face and Dean straight away knows it's his Sammy.
"…Sammy? Why do…I feel so…tired?" His voice's husky, drunk with sleep, as Sam tries his best to think of a nicer way to explain to his older brother that he's just been violated by a sex demon who they've been called in to take out. He doesn't have to when the expression on Dean's face immediately tells him that he's already figured out, "Oh no…Oh Hell no, I think I'm…gonna be sick."
Sam helps him sit upright on the bed, rubbing the top of Dean's back in small circles, before he's literally jumping off the bed and running straight for the joining bathroom. Seconds later Sam can hear him heaving into the bowl, the disgusting sound of the contents of whatever he'd eaten earlier splashing into the water. Approaching the bathroom door Sam watches as Dean sits upright, wiping some of it off his lips with the back of his hand, and flushes it. While he's washing and drying his hands Dean stares at himself in the mirror and his eyes widen when they look upon the mark that the demon had left behind. Ugly colourings of black and blue paint the side of his neck as his hand reaches up to touch it, surprisingly cold against his wet fingers.
Sam walks over to him and softly rubs his back in the same spot he'd rubbed just seconds ago, "Are you okay?"
Dean releases a sharp huff, walking away from Sam's rubbing, and reaches out for one of the towels on the rack, wiping his hands dry, "Do I look okay, Sam?! I've just been sexually violated and marked by a sex demon and you're asking me, if 'I'm okay'?!" Dean shakes his head and leaves the bathroom and Sam standing there feeling like a total idiot for asking such a brainless question.
Following him back into the bedroom Sam finds Dean pulling his shirt back on, his gaze never leaving the sight of the smashed window, "I'm sorry Dean. I…I shouldn't have asked you that," he replies benevolently before taking a few steps towards him, "It's pretty obvious that you're not." He then places a comforting hand on Dean's tense shoulder, it loosening under his touch.
Dean shakes his head, letting out a breath he doesn't realize he's holding, "It's okay…I'm okay, it's just," Dean stops to look up at the smashed window, "It just makes me feel like I'm vulnerable. Weak, ya know?"
Sam's hand on his shoulder trails to the top of his back, caressing it like before, "Come on Dean," Sam soothes again, "Don't beat yourself up about this. You were asleep for Christ's sake. How were you supposed to fight it off?"
Hands on his hips Dean feels like absolute crap and he should let it all out, his weakness, his vulnerability, in the tears he's about to shed. But he doesn't. Not when they've still got to catch and kill this thing. Which draws his mind back to the smashed window, looking up at Sam who's staring back with those shimmering hazel eyes, "What happened to the window anyway?" He nods in the direction of the window, the curtains now flowing freely with the breeze that's picked up.
"Err…me actually."
Dean's brows furrow upwards in confusion, wondering what Sam could've meant by that.
Showing his hands into his jean pockets Sam smiles at the look Dean's giving him, dimples and all, before continuing on, "When I came in and saw Lilu hovering over you like that, I immediately went into the offensive -- ," but Dean quickly interjects, "Lilu?"
"Oh, yeah, that's the incubus' name…Lilu. He's apparently the father of a Mesopotamian hero named Gilgamesh who himself is said to be a demigod. Anyway, I learned back at the library that both incubi and succubi are susceptible to any kind of Angelic Salutation, amongst other things, and so, I recited one. In Latin," he fibs, hoping that it'll sway Dean from asking any unwanted questions he just wasn't ready to answer yet.
One of Dean's eyebrows cocks up a little higher, "Huh, really?" The uncertainty in his voice's clearly evident as he crosses his arms over his chest, "You managed to scare Lilu away with a 'Hail Mary' spoken in Latin?"
Sam can feel the doubt that practically "radiating" off of Dean and shrugs innocently, "Well, yeah. It surprised him actually, causing him to change into his incubus form instantaneously and escape out of the window."
Dean seems to contemplate this little fact for a moment before finally dropping it, probably for the moment at least, "Okay. So where's Bobby? Why isn't he backing you up?"
The sudden mention of that name suddenly jerks Sam's head up to look at Dean before he's bolting out the door, his large feet thundering along the landing, "Sam? Where ya goin'?"
"Just come on! Bobby's in the kitchen!" Sam calls back, hearing Dean following after him out of the bedroom and in the direction of the kitchen downstairs.
When they get there they're both relieved to see Bobby sitting on one of the stools next to the breakfast bar, holding an icepack against the back of his head, cursing at himself under his breath, "Of all the God damn things for me to forget!"
Sam and Dean turn to each other, smirk and laugh a little, thankful that the old hunter and dear friend's still alright and well, "I can see that you're alright. How's the noggin?" Dean asks as he leans against the bar opposite Bobby.
Bobby lets out a sharp huff before replying, sitting himself up straight, "It's bruised, I have a pounding headache but other than that, ah'm okay. It'll teach me for forgetting that when an incubus wills it, those who are still awake in its vicinity are suddenly put into a deep sleep." He then nods to the mark that the incubus had left on Dean's neck, "Ah'm starting to think that we're not dealing with any ol' incubus."
"You're not wrong there, Bobby. I'd best explain to you both what I found out back at the library," Sam states, taking the stool next to Dean and starts explaining everything to do with Lilu; starting with its weaknesses…
After what seems like hours of discussing Lilu's strengths, his weaknesses and so many plans of how to send his black ass back to the pits of Hell, the trio manage to formulate an air-tight plan. One they'll be discussing with Terry and Chris as soon as they get back. They all know very well that involving the two might get them seriously injured, or worse, killed but they need all the help they can get against this demon.
By the time the couple return from keeping their minds off what was discussed earlier that morning, it's almost supper-time and Terry offers to make them all something filling to eat. Once they've had enough, with Sam having seconds, they all help with the dishes before getting serious and heading towards their stations. Knowing the fact that Lilu would have to return to 'collect' Dean…
"Do you think this plan's gonna work, Dean?" Sam whispers to his brother, who looking out of the smashed bedroom window into the backyard for any signs of the incubus' coming.
Bobby, along with Terry and Chris, is standing on the other side of the room, armed with his saw-off shotgun loaded with iron bullets that Sam said can cause tremendous damage to the incubus, if he gets a clear shot at him. The couple are both sharing a book opened on a specific page that Sam said holds a spell that could hinder Lilu somewhat, maybe but it's worth a shot.
"No," Dean whispers back with a shake of the head, "But it's the only plan we've got against this sick demon bastard." His grip on his acclaimed chromed Colt 1911 a little tighter as he steps away but never turning away.
"When…when do you think it'll come?" Terry asks, book in hand and Chris comforting him with an arm around his shoulder. The Winchesters sensing the hesitation in his voice as Sam walks up to him, his hand straight on his shoulder.
"We…don't know Terry," he answers, looking back at Dean, then Bobby, then back at Terry, "We just need to be ready when he does." He then gently nods and pats him on the shoulder in reassurance.
"Are you ready now?" A husky, deep voice asks from behind Sam and everyone turns their attention to it. It's Lilu, in his incubus form, and has somehow entered their vicinity without their knowing, "You going to have to do better than this to take me down!"
"Oh, you've gotta be freakin' kidding me!" Dean exclaims, raising his Colt 1911 at the incubus, loaded with iron bullets. Yet he can't take the shot because Lilu's too near the others.
With demonic speed and agility Lilu manages to get in the middle of the four; roundhouse kicking Terry and Chris into the nearby wall, Chris unfortunately smashing into the large mirror, before phasing just in time for Bobby's shotgun blast to pass through him. Then, once he phases back, Lilu charges full-strength and nudges him hard with a strong shoulder that sends Bobby hurtling through the air and crashing right through the very wall. The old hunter lands hard on the tiled bathroom floor, out for the count.
"Bobby!" The Winchesters call out, Dean charging forward with his gun held up high and ready to shoot. For now he has no worries about hitting anybody else.
Aiming straight for the back of Lilu's head Dean takes his shot. The iron bullet flies through the chamber and out the barrel, on a sure path into Lilu's skull but just before it can reach its target, the incubus dodges! How the hell are they suppose to kill this thing if it keeps dodging!
Lilu "slithers" pass Sam like a snake and kicks Dean hard in the chest, sending him crashing onto the dresser, also knocking him out, "I'm sorry I had to do that Dean, but I can't have 'interruptions' in what I'm about to do." Lilu then slowly turns to look at the only one standing…Sam.
Sam, in a last attempt, reaches into the back of the jeans, takes out Ruby's Dagger, and gets ready to throw it but Lilu's already upon him, his clawed hand around his neck and the dagger thrown across the room. Lilu grins with his perfect, white fangs, lifting Sam into the air and relishing the sound of his choking.
"Oh Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. You don't realise that you're the answer to this equation. You see, to have Dean all to myself, I must cut all ties to him…meaning his friends…his family…his love," he then points to Bobby, to Terry and Chris before finally pointing to Sam, "And seeing as you're all here, it makes the job a lot easier…"
Fighting the urge to breathe Sam grips both hands upon Lilu's wrists and tries desperately to pry them apart but the incubus' too strong, even for him, even with his training.
"You know, for someone who's prophesized to lead Hell's army to conquer the world, you really are a disappointment. I don't know what Azazel ever saw in you and Lilith's going to owe me one for taking you out of the picture," Lilu pronounces, squeezing Sam's neck a little at a time and hearing it cracking just a little.
"Oh…shove that…prophecy…up your ass!" Sam manages to choke out, pressing his palms against Lilu's forehead and starts to use his 'demon-exorcism' powers.
"NNNOOO!" Lilu lets out a terrible growl before throwing Sam across the room and landing safely on the bed, bouncing on the mattress. The incubus stretches himself out, his wings nearly touching either side of the room and glaring at Sam with his intense blue eyes that seem to look on fire.
"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!" He's about to advance on Sam when he's hears someone's voice from across the room and instantly halts. He looks to the owner and finds that it's coming from the one they call 'Terry'. He seems to be chanting something in Ancient Latin and all Lilu can do is laugh.
"How amusing…do you really think that spell can stop me?" He steps a little closer to Terry, who starts to fumble on the words but boldly continues to read.
"Oh, it's not supposed to stop you, Lilu," came Sam's voice as he climbs off the bed and steps slowly to the demon, standing tall and wielding a smirk on his face. "It's supposed to hold you long enough for me to suck out your soul and banish it back to the pit where you so rightfully belong," Sam says so confidently, nodding to Terry to keep on going.
"HA! HA! HA! Now I see what Azazel saw in you…why Lilith is so anxious to get rid of you. I can see the 'potential' practically radiating from within you. You're growing more stronger every time you use your powers and once you've reached your limit, you'll be powerful enough to take down anything. Angels and demons alike." Then Lilu stops to look down at Sam's stomach area, "Such a shame that you're with child. Something that will only hold you back and make you weaker. An element that's going to get you killed if you allow it to live."
Sam stares at the demon for the moment, taking in every detail of what he's just said, narrowing his eyes as though it'll make him see better. Once he's had enough he turns away, bends down to pick up Ruby's Dagger, and turns back to Lilu, "Well that's where your theory's wrong Lilu. This child that I'm baring," Sam replies as he places his hand on his stomach, "Is going to save me from what I'm prophesized to become. It'll give me the strength to use my powers without having to go 'dark side'…ever!"
"You seem so sure of that, don't you Sammy," Lilu growls evilly, "But your road's only going to get harder from here on in. You, your brother and your friends aren't going to have a chance in the upcoming war. You'll have no choice but to tap deeper and when you do, that'll be it. You'll be lost to them forever."
Sam lets out a huff, a dimpled smile to go with it, before waving Ruby's Dagger in front of Lilu and watching the look of sheer terror on his demonic face, "The name's Sam and I was going to send you back to Hell but seeing as you're pissing me off with your bull-crap, I'm just gonna stick this in ya and watch you as you die. Then the world will be a little safer."
And without a moment's hesitation Sam stabs him straight in the chest, hearing it squelching as he twists it sideways. Lilu let out another scream, this time more thunderous than the last, waking Dean, Chris and Bobby from their unconsciousness and watching as the incubus starts to convulse violently. Then his insides start to flicker with light before a cloud of smoke expels out his mouth and his body falls dead to the ground, it transforming back to his human, rather naked form.
"I can see you had everything under control," Dean replies huskily, rubbing the back of his head and helping Bobby to his feet, holstering his gun in the back of his jeans. Terry's attending to Chris and, without looking at the bleeding body in the middle of their spare room, he takes him downstairs to attend to his wounds with the first-aid kit they've got in the kitchen.
Seeing Sam staring blankly at the body Dean murmurs to Bobby to go and help Terry with Chris before coming up behind him and wrapping his arms round his waist, palms flat on his stomach, "Are you okay, Sammy?"
For a while Sam doesn't say anything, just looks at the motionless body before averting his attention onto Dean's hands, holding gently to his stomach, "Yeah, I'm okay. Just tired, you know how it is."
Dean smiles at his answer, "Yeah I know." They then stand there for a moment, just standing amongst the quiet before Dean finally lets go and motions them to go downstairs with the others. They'll deal with all this later. Just need time to recuperate…