Demons and Lovers

Disclaimer: This is my version of the past present and future of the Winchester boys and other characters none of which I own.

Chapter 5

Once on the road again Dean really started to feel the strain of dealing with both the drive and this unwelcome attraction to his passenger. He stopped in the small town of Bigsby determined to get food and some rest when the thought of letting Stacy drive started to seem like a good idea.

He parked beside a sign that read "The Wagon Wheel Diner".

"Let's get something to eat." Dean said in a commanding voice.

"Fine." Stacy replied meeting his domineering attitude with a sickly sweet one. What the hell was his problem? One moment he was funny and laughing the next he was being a surly jerk. Stacy mentally counted to twenty to get a hold of her temper. When she felt herself calm down enough, she turned to him.

"Well, are we going in or are you just going to stay in the car?" Dean asked like nothing had happened earlier.

They both got out of the car and headed towards the door of the restaurant. As he entered Dean let the door close behind him just in time for Stacy to have to open it for herself. He couldn't believe he was acting this way, but he just couldn't stop pushing all of her buttons. There was no way he was going to look back at he thought as he slid into a booth he was pretty sure that she was pissed her off.

Stacy was mad again but as she walked to the booth she decided to switch up her game.

The diner was deserted save the old man behind the counter lazily reading his newspaper.

"Howdy" the man said as he shuffled around to get the pair menus. He handed one to Stacy first and then to Dean. "Our soup of the day is Gold Nugget Noodle. I'll get you kids some silverware and be back for your drink order in a moment. "

"So what looks good to you Dean?" Stacy asked with a warm smile. "I am starving. I think I'm going to have the Bronco Bacon Burger."

Dean just looked at her over his menu before muttering "What you're getting sounds good."

After they had given their order Dean slouched in the booth resting his head back into the padding while putting his feet up on the opposite side. Stacy watched as his eyes began to droop, and then quickly shook his leg to wake him up.

"Dean, you are going to fall asleep in your fries if you keep this up. Why don't you just let me drive?"



"Never." Dean said before settling down once again.

"What could possibly go wrong with me behind the wheel?" Stacy asked pointedly.

"What would be right about it?"

"God you are so paranoid about your car! What would it take for me to be in the driver's seat of your car?" As the words passed her lips she immediately blushed. Unknowingly the pair was visualizing the same thing and it was most definitely not wholesome.

"So, ummm… Yeah, how far away is Congress? From here I, um, mean?" Stacy stuttered through the question, trying to change the subject and avoid making eye contact with Dean.

"Why change the subject? That was a steamy mental picture by the way. When you turn legal and decide you want to try that out be sure to give me a call." Dean watched Stacy turn a deeper shade of red.

"We have about five more hours of road time before we reach Congress, by the way." He said with a smile. He quickly ducked as she threw a balled up straw wrapper at him. The two enjoyed a quiet meal and then headed back onto the road. As they neared the Phoenix area Stacy was pleased to find that the Wi-Fi on her computer was up again.

"Another woman disappeared last night in Congress." Stacy said morosely. "How do you know it's safe?"

"Because I will be there to protect you, that's how. Now stop all of your worrying because I'm sure the cops are already trailing the perp." Dean explained matter o' factly.

"It's just really creepy for a bunch of young women to be killed in a little town like that."

They had been in Congress for a few hours now, but unlike before, Stacy was alone. As soon as they had entered the motel room he told her to lock the door with both the deadbolt and the chain and had actually threatened to spank her if she even thought about leaving the room. So there she sat laying across the bed on her stomach splitting her time between looking up local news on the murders and trying to find info on Sam Winchester. She had made a lot of progress so far on the brother front. Through the miracle of MySpace she had found a picture and mention of him on his girlfriend's page with him in it. She had to admit he was cute, but with a brother like Dean how could any guy compare. She froze for an instant trying to comprehend why she would think Dean was not only hot but incomparable to other guys.

Meanwhile Dean was out doing some investigating at the Murray residence.

"And did your wife know anyone who lived in the area around where her car was found?" Dean asked the distraught husband.

"No she was just on her way back from her mother's house. She had no reason to stop unless her car broke down. But when the other police men found it was in perfect working order. Do you have any leads in the case? My wife and I would have been married two years today if all of this hadn't happened, and I just can't believe she's gone." With that the young man began to cry slightly.

Dean looked extremely uncomfortable for a moment before giving the man a short tap on the shoulder. As Dean turned to leave he turned back to Mr. Murray. "Don't worry we'll get the son of a bitch who caused this."

Dean walked down the front walkway of the house to his car. The Murray victim had been just like the others, young pretty and like the victims actually found, she was missing a body. Dean started the Impalas engine and headed down the main drag of town towards the property where the heads were found.

The area around what used to be the Brendan Family Farm was now dilapidated and grown over with weeds and sun baked soil. It was just after sundown and the reddish-purple glow from the setting sun had given the place a less desolate look. Dean poked around the old house for an hour not finding anything unusual. There wasn't even a twinge on the E.M.F. scanner. The old barn had collapsed into itself years ago and now lay as a roof tilting slightly out of the parched earth.

Dean rounded the corner of the barn only to hear something in the distance. As it got closer the sound was recognizable as a horse racing across the land. He could see the dark form taking shape through the trees a moment later. "I'll be damned." Dean muttered as he fully took in the mounted rider dressed all in black missing only its' head. The rider approached never losing speed, and as it did so it raised something eerie looking from behind its saddle bag. "There's the head" Dean thought before the rider knocked him across the clearing and onto the ground.

As Dean tried to pull himself together, he could hear the rider swinging back around to finish the job. Dean shouted as he felt someone grab him from behind and pull him towards a tree. Still disoriented Dean could hear the hoof beats as they were almost upon them. The stranger suddenly pushed in front of Dean as if to protect him from the horseman.

From one moment to the next the sound of the horse was gone.
"Dean." Stacy's voice reached out to him. Dean felt her hands as she shook him slightly. "What's wrong with you, you act as though you've never seen a headless horseman?" She laughed but it was shaky, betraying her bravado to be false.

"I didn't see it." Dean said, "I mean I saw it but only for a moment before everything went black."

"What do you mean?" Stacy asked sharply. 'If this is a joke' she thought, 'I'm going to kill him."

"Seriously. I can't see a freaking thing right now." He exclaimed worriedly.

"If this is legit than how many fingers am I holding up right now?" She asked.

"I can't see them, but knowing you it's just the middle one just because you can."

"Fine" She continued skeptically. "If you really are blind then you can't drive the Impala. Which Means…"

"No. Leave it until we can cure my vision."

"And what walk back? I had to borrow a bike from the kid managing the front desk to get out here. I am not walking back."

"Fine, just this once and you never tell a soul about this whole debacle. The other day when you asked me about driving, the image of you in my driver's seat was a whole Hell of a lot different." He muttered.

Stacy managed to make it back to the Motel in one piece despite Dean's misgivings. The whole way he had corrected her and warned her about the dangers of messing up 'his baby'. So when she was guiding him back to their room she was not in a very forgiving mood.

"Ouch. Will you watch where you lead me?" Dean shouted as he walked head first into one of the motel awning columns.

"Sorry, I guess I just don't know how to direct things like cars and such." She replied as she pushed him towards the bed. He landed with a bounce and a groan. All Stacy could do was look at her hand and the red substance coating it. "Dean you're hurt."

"I know, but I'm trying to ignore it."

"No you jerk, you are bleeding."

"I think with the losing my sight thing my adrenaline is too high to notice right now. How bad does it look?"

With a shaky hand she moved his jacket aside only to find his shirt soaked in blood. She quickly grabbed some towels to staunch the blood flow.

"Can you sit up?" She said as she held the back of her hand to his forehead. "You don't feel hot, but that still doesn't mean you couldn't get an infection."

Stacy helped Dean stand, and slowly together they made their way to the bathroom.

"It's just a scratch no big deal." Dean ground out, trying to laugh it off.

Roughly Stacy pushed Dean against the bathroom counter. He bit off a groan as her tried to steady himself against the cabinets.

"What the hell?"

Feeling a little sorry Stacy stepped forward to prop him up. She helped him lift his shirt up and over his head, trying not to blush in the process. The towels Stacy had wrapped against Dean's side fell away and a fresh stream of blood ran from his wound.

"Dean it looks really bad, we have to get you to a doctor." She said worriedly.

"No doctors! Going to a hospital is too risky."

"The wound is to deep to bandage. What am I supposed to do?"

"You are gonna have to stitch it up... if it's too deep to slap a band aid on"

As she used another towel to clean the blood around the wound their eyes seemed to lock. Although Dean couldn't see, it felt to Stacy as if things seemed to just slip away before Dean broke the moment once again. "Get the flask and the black pouch from the trunk of my car" Stacy hesitated momentarily before grabbing the keys he held out to her and ran out to the car.

After she returned, he took a swig and held out the flask to her. "Pour some on my side and then use some of it on the needle. And please tell me you took Home-Ec or sewing or something?"

"I got an A" She said with a wobbly smile as she sterilized his wound and the needle.

"Take a drink."

"No thanks I'm good."

"Take a drink. I can't see but I can feel you trembling."

She took a deep drink from the flask and shuddered. The alcohol was still burning her throat when she took another big swallow.

"Easy there tiger, too much and you'll end up stitching my face or something."

Silently she started, the only thing keeping her from throwing up was the thought of Dean getting infected or worse yet dying. Once she finished they both took another swig of the whiskey standing so close to each other that they could feel their breath mingle. An eternity later Dean reached up to find her face cradling it upwards toward his. Their lips met softly at first as though Dean was afraid she might back away, but when she failed to move he began to kiss her passionately. She sighed as Dean began to kiss her in earnest, and his hands trailed down her arms to her hips then slowly he pulled her hips to his. He may have been unable to see but he was definitely using his sense of touch to his own advantage. She began walking with him back towards the bed, stumbling as they did so. When Stacy's calves bumped the edge of the mattress they tumbled down never breaking their kiss. Dean broke away for a moment, and they lay their breathing jaggedly. When the fog of arousal had dissipated slightly, Stacy smiled and opened her eyes to see if Dean was as taken aback as she was. Unfortunately she found him passed out on top of her, the moment totally lost on Dean.