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Summary: Dean tries to break the news to his father that Sammy isn't interested in carrying on the family business. John handles it like an ex-Marine would, and Dean storms off to the shores to cool down after the heated debate. There, he is entranced by a water succubus. Will his father realize what happened before it's too late?

Tag to "After School Special." Dean is 17 and Sam is 13.

John was pacing the small room, feeling caged, when Sam came barreling back in.

"Did you find him?"

"Yeah, but he's in trouble. A Rust-salty or somethin'…"

"A what?"

"A water succubus!"

"A Rusalka?!"

"Yeah! That was it!"

"Shit…"

John dove for the weapons bag he and Dean had been working on, what seemed like ages ago now, and pulled out a shotgun with special rounds filled with a combination of dead man's blood, salt, and sawdust. He also pulled out a small firearm loaded with silver bullets. They weren't enough to kill a succubus, but they could pack a punch if handled correctly. He would need these if she had control over Dean already.

"Lead the way, Sam."

Sam grabbed his brother's gun and jacket on the way out.

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When he and Sam reached Bobby's position and he saw what was going on with his own eyes, he felt like throwing up. The creature's tongue was down his boy's throat, no doubt suffocating him.

"Hey! Get your damn hands offa my kid, Bitch!" John shouted without thinking. He couldn't see past the red haze.

"Nice goin', John…" Bobby grumbled, knowing the other man had just ruined their element of surprise. Bobby ripped the shotgun out of John's hands and started circling to the left, trying to get a clear shot as John raised his own gun.

"D-dad…!" Dean gasped out as he was whirled around and held captive to the succubus's chest with an arm around his throat. She was using him as a human shield.

"Oh, I don't think so, Johnny Boy. He just has too many good qualities to pass up." She stroked a loving hand through Dean's spiky hair just to piss John off. Then she grabbed a handful of it and pulled the boy's head back at a painful angle.

Bobby and Sam shot John confused looked. "Friend o' yours?" Bobby retorted.

John ignored the others, focusing solely on the creature in front of him. "It's been a while, Sarina. Aren't you supposed to be dead, Sweetheart?"

"It was just a scratch. And I'm sure your 'get well' card got lost in the mail…"

"Oh, I've got somethin' for ya right here. Don't you worry."

"Tisk, tisk, John. You must have figured out by now those special little bullets don't work on a gal like me. Hell, it barely even stings."

"I don't make the same mistake twice, hun," John smirked, making the smile slip from her face long enough to show her slight hesitation.

John watched Sam circle to the right in his periphery. The boy had slipped Dean's jacket on for warmth and to free up his hands. The familiar scent of his big brother ingrained in the leather gave Sam the courage he needed to continue his slow advance.

"Don't get too close, Sammy," John warned, knowing the power this particular succubus possessed.

"By all means, Sammy, come on in. The water's fine! Who do you think has the better reflexes, John? You, or me?" She jerked Dean from side to side like a doll, showing that if John took a shot, he'd risk hitting his son instead.

Dean's adrenaline was helping him to break through the paralysis. Sure, he had been a bit nervous when he realized how much trouble he had gotten himself into, but now that everyone he loved was involved and in danger, he found more inner strength to master her affect on him. He wasn't just going to become her play toy without a fight. Not in front of his little brother.

The numbness in his chest was giving way to a burning sensation as he forced his muscles to move against their will. He fought through the pain, and managed to grab hold of the arm around his throat. Unfortunately, he was still too weak to pull free.

"So now you want to play, huh? You know, it's pretty hot that your family means so much to you that you were able to break through my charm. I must admit, that's never happened before."

She kissed his cheek, and slowly worked her way down his neck and to his shoulder, mouthing his quickly cooling skin. He shuddered against her, causing her to groan deeply.

She smiled gleefully before walking slowly backwards towards the water, dragging a weakly struggling Dean with her. "Time to go. Say goodbye to daddy, babe."

"Don't…" John warned, tightening his grip on the trigger and trying to find a big enough opening.

"Just shoot me, dad!" Dean shouted, knowing John could send a bullet straight through him and into the succubus. He'd rather take the bullet than be dragged into the deep by a sex-crazed mer-demon.

"Don't you dare, John," Bobby threatened, wishing he had a different gun since the shotgun blast would pepper Dean as well. The most he could do was look intimidating and try to draw the creature's attention long enough for John to get a shot in.

"Dad, please!" Dean begged as he felt the water rising above his ankles. He tried to pull her arm away from his throat again, but she just tightened her grasp, minimizing his oxygen intake.

"Let him go!" Sam screamed, holding out his free hand as though wishing he could just beam Dean safely back to the motel room.

"You know, your little brother is kinda cute too…" the succubus whispered in Dean's ear with a smirk.

"Don't even… think about… it," he growled as best he could with a restricted air supply.

"Oh, come on, handsome. A little ménage a trois?"

"What are you… French now? Ain't gonna… happen, sister."

"Can't blame a girl for trying."

The water was up to Dean's knees now and he was already shaking painfully. Damn, that water was cold! He certainly wasn't looking forward to being submerged in it. He managed to pull her arm away far enough that his speech wasn't so impeded.

"Can't we talk about this? I mean, a motel room would be… a lot more adequate for what… you've apparently got planned…"

"Baby, my water bed is just as comfortable. You'll see."

"Yeah, well… Don't be disappointed if you… don't get the reaction you're lookin' for. Ice cold water tends to have… a negative affect on the male body…"

"You'll do just fine, I'm sure. I've heard the rumors about you, Dean."

Dean's eyes shot to his father again. "Funny, I haven't heard… a damn thing about you before."

"Your dad and I go back a few years. He told me all kinds of stories about his two strapping young lads before he realized what I was. But I've been hoping to get the pleasure of meeting you at some point. Looks like Lady Luck is on my side tonight."

"Lady Luck's a bitch, and so are you."

She ran her left hand across his inner thigh, slowly making her way up to her prize, tightly securing her right arm once again around his neck. "You really know how to turn a girl on, don't you, baby?"

"Get offa me," Dean growled through chattering teeth as they sank waist deep into the freezing water. He gasped and blushed profusely as she reached her mark with a dark chuckle.

No! Not in front of my family… Please, not in front of them…

"You know, I always wanted to get revenge on your daddy for trying to kill me ten years ago. I just never imagined it would be so much fun. You certainly grew up handsome."

"Ah, bite me…"

"Why Dean, I hadn't pegged you for the kinky type. Glad we're on the same page now." The hint of excitement in her voice mixed with the gleam in her eyes was enough to turn Dean's stomach. Perhaps that hadn't been the best thing to say to a succubus…

John, Bobby, and Sam were desperately trying to ignore what she was doing to Dean. It was obvious she was trying to piss them off, and obvious she was enjoying it a bit too much. It was also pretty obvious that her evil plan was working.

All three of them were taking a step forward every time she dragged Dean back a step, but now they were at the water's edge themselves.

It was now or never if one of them was going to take a shot and try to get Dean released before it was too late.

I'm sorry, son…

John aimed at Dean's left shoulder, knowing it would cause minimal damage to him but be close to her heart as it penetrated straight through. He'd rather have to patch Dean up than bury him.

Please forgive me.

Dean could see where his father was aiming and knew he was going to take the shot. He squeezed his eyes closed, waiting for the impact.

BANG!

Everyone in the vicinity jumped and Sarina screamed in rage and pain, turning furious eyes onto the youngest Winchester whose gun was still smoking.

John glanced around, wondering what had happened, knowing he hadn't actually pulled the trigger yet.

Dean's eyes flew open, surprised that he didn't feel the pain he had been expecting.

Bobby's mouth fell open in awe that Sam had had the guts to take the shot with his brother directly in front of the target. He had to give the kid a lot more credit. Whether Sam wanted to be a hunter or not, the boy had one hell of an aim.

Sam had hit her in the right side, but unfortunately, Dean's gun had been loaded with iron rounds from the last hunt; utterly useless for a succubus besides having the ability to genuinely piss her off.

"Why you little…!"

She had thankfully released Dean with her left hand to see how much damage the young nuisance had created, but her right arm tightened even more, practically lifting Dean off his feet by his neck. He gritted his teeth and his struggles redoubled, trying desperately to pull in oxygen through his crushed windpipe.

When he started bucking against her, she dug her long nails into Dean's left shoulder and hip, causing him to grunt in pain. "Get control of yourself, handsome, or we'll throw down right here and now."

Dean froze instantly and she eased up enough for him to gasp in a few desperate breaths.

"Let go of my brother, or the next one goes through your thick skull!" Sam threatened, raising his aim a bit higher.

She reacted exactly as he had planned; she maneuvered Dean in between herself and Sam, leaving her right side more exposed to John's aim in return.

The man didn't hesitate for her to realize the mistake she had made. He quickly aimed and pulled the trigger, blasting a decent sized hole in her other side. The shot was a bit closer than he had intended and it scraped by Dean's ribs, grazing him but thankfully not causing too much damage.

She howled in pain, jerking Dean backwards and they both crashed into the deep water behind them.

"NO!!" the other three screamed in unison as the creature disappeared, dragging Dean into the depths with her.

TBC

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