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 7

"Come on!" Dean shouted from under a pillow. "It's freaking eight in the morning and we were up all night doing research. What in the hell are you doing up already?"

"Oh my gosh" Stacy said sweetly. " I'm so sorry. I didn't realize that you would rather have a few more hours of sleep rather than working on trying to kill this monster and get your sight back. I'll just leave you to your beauty sleep and go do my research in the café."

"Can you get me some breakfast if you're going?"

"I was kidding you ass. I'm not going anywhere so you might as wake up."

Dean grumbled again for five or ten minutes before sitting up and yawning so wide his jaw looked like it might crack.

"I can't find any info on this ghost or whatever. The stuff about the Dullahan doesn't seem quite right, and there aren't any past incidents in the town to support a haunting. In fact there is nothing extraordinary about this town at all. Nothing is abnormal anywhere. The only thing that this town has going for it is that hospital up the way."

"What hospital I didn't see one."

"It's a fertility hospital, on that ranch ten or so miles outside of town."

"Why would someone build a fertility hospital out here in Hicksville, USA?"

"The founder I guess thought this place was in harmony with nature or something. The brochures in the managers lobby are all about getting pregnant. I guess the clinic is supposed to be one of the best places in the country to go to get pregnant."

"That's just weird." Dean said with a shrug. "Do you want to go investigate it? We could pose as a couple looking into options?"

"Yeah, that's just what I want to do today go to creepy hospital. What happens if they want to examine us or something? I am not doing it!" Stacy said finally.

"Just follow my lead, and everything will go fine. Trust me."

"Follow you? You can't see right now Dean. Why would they even consider us anyway? You have to have major cash to get those kinds of fertility treatments, and we don't exactly look like the Vanderbilt's!"

"Hey!" Dean exclaimed. "I have a couple suits that make me look like a freaking GQ model. So don't look at me like I would be the one that would be blowing our cover. Just put on something hot and let's go."

An hour later and Stacy was standing in front of the bathroom mirror putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She stood back a second to check her handy work. The overall effect was subtle and fresh looking. She hoped that it would also make her appear a little older. Her stomach was in knots over this whole plan of Dean's, and she prayed that things would go off without a hitch.

"You done yet?" Dean yelled from the other room.

Stacy stepped out of the bathroom and had to admit silently that Dean had been right. The suit he had given her to iron did make him look like a GQ model. Stacy took her dress out of the closet. It was kind of weird and kind of cool having Dean blind, for one thing it made her less self conscious. She had been walking around in her bra and underwear all morning and it and been kind of fun. Stacy stepped into the dress she had brought to wear to her college interview. She felt amazing when she had first tried it on in the store and had known then that it perfect. The silk empire waited dress was sage green around the bodice and white with a green print along the skirt. She started to zip up the dress and struggled to get the tab up all the way.

"Are you having trouble?" Dean said from his seat on the bed.

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Your dress keeps rustling. So, what doesn't it fit?"

"It fits Dean." Stacy said miffed. "I just can't reach the zipper to zip it up all the way"

"Well get over here."

Stacy walked over towards Dean, turning her back to him. His hands moved to her waist, moving slowly up towards the zipper. It occurred to Stacy that he was enjoying this a little too much. The fact that she might be enjoying it too bugged her even more. Just as she would have said something to speed Dean's movements along he pulled the zip up the rest of the way.

"So are we ready to go?" Dean said breaking them both from the moment trance of Deans hands at her waist. Dean couldn't believe this was happening to him. He was blind and he was pretty sure that she was just walking around in only her underwear. He would never take his sight for granted again, that was for sure. While he was zipping up her dress all he could think about was what color her undergarments were and how he was missing a great opportunity. Although even if he wanted to she was still off limits so it was probably a good thing that he couldn't see what she was wearing.

"Let's get this show on the road." Dean said handing the keys to the Impala to Stacy. She led him out of the motel room to the car in silence. As she drove to the fertility clinic Stacy kept thinking about the whole situation. How was she ever going to get through this without messing everything up?

Stacy eased the Impala into a parking space near the hospital. The place looked like it came straight out of a sci-fi movie, all stream lined with glass and metal.

"What's wrong?"Dean asked gruffly.

"So what exactly is wrong with you that makes you impotent?"

Dean's head jerked quickly in her direction. "Me? Impotent?" he said shaking his head "No you are the one whose having problems my guys are working fine?"

"Have a string of kids, do you?" Stacy queried with a smirk. "I figured the same accident that blinded you could have also taken your guys away? Well at least have made them fail to get the job done."

"Let's just say we are both having trouble and want to check few places out before deciding on one. Don't let them assume we are automatically picking this clinic. Be vague about what going on baby wise, okay?"

"Fine, I just want to get this over with."

Stacy got out of the car and came around to guide Dean. As they passed through the doors they linked arms, although it was more for looks then support on Deans part. The place smelled like fresh linens to Stacy, which was weird because most hospitals smelt like death and cleaning fluid.

The receptionist looked up with a smile. "You must be the Nelsons, Dr McTierrney will be with you in a moment but until then if you would take a seat in the lobby."

Dean and Stacy took a seat on an opulent love seat in what looked to be more of a living room then a lobby. Everything from the suede furnishings to the fresh flowers gave a welcoming atmosphere.

As Stacy tried to look around without being obvious a gentleman in his sixties approached them. "I'm Dr McTierrney." He said with a smile reaching out to shake Stacy's hand and then Deans when Stacy guided it toward the doctor. "Come right into my office and we can begin." The man had a grandfatherly charm about him, and was impeccably dressed in a collared shirt and tie under his white smock.

They had just sat down in the doctor's office when Stacy felt an eerie sensation dance across her spine.