~7:30, the next day~
Sam rolled over onto his side and looked at the alarm clock. It read 7:28. He sat up slowly, stretched and yawned. "Dean. Wake up. It's 7:30." Sam glimpsed at the couch. It was empty. He went into immediate panic, "Dean! Get up! Alexis isn't here!"
Dean sat up, fully alert. "What are you talking about?" His tired and anxiety filled eyes flew to the couch. "Lex!" he called, hurrying to the bathroom. It was dark and empty. "If she's doing this to prove a point, I'll kill her." He grabbed his cell and hit 3 on the speed dial. "Pick up Lex!"
"Hey, you've reached Lex…" he hung up on her voice mail.
"She's not answering." The worried hunter grabbed his discarded jeans from the night before, and started pulling them on. "Get dressed Sam."
"Already done." Sam picked up his own cell and called his niece. "Lex, it's Sam. Call us so we know you're alright." He hung up the phone. "Voice mail again. She's still not answering. Something's wrong." Dean regarded his brother's words carefully. Without another word, he grabbed the keys to the Impala and the two left the room.
Alexis let out a low moan as she slowly came too. Her eyes fluttered and tried to focus on her surroundings. "Fuck," she muttered as she winced in pain. Looking up, she saw that she was suspended from a support beam. Lex's feet barely scraped the ground as she dangled helplessly, the metal cuffs biting into the tender flesh of her wrists.
"Finally," a voice oozed, "you're awake." Alexis' head snapped towards a set of steps that were off to the right of where she was strung up. Heath made his way down them, smirking at her the entire way.
"What the fuck is going on," she asked her voice full of venom. "Let me go!"
Her captor let out a maniacal chuckle. "I don't think that's going to happen. See, I need your virgin blood to raise my master." Heath raised a wicked looking knife, the blade gleamed. Alexis' eyes grew with fear.
"Stay away from me!"
"Stay away from me," he mimicked in a falsetto. "Don't think so Doll," Heath cut the button from her jeans, pulled them down her trembling legs and tossed them aside. He left her in her tank top and boy shorts.
"Much better," he breathed running the cool steel against her cheek. The demon then walked to a nearby table, he picked up a cup. "You're lucky. Those other six bitches, their blood wasn't as important as yours. But yours, I'll fill this cup to the brim and my master will rise and shower me with unbelievable gifts. After of course I take your virginity. That blood will make my master strong. Now, normally I would do this while you were sleeping, but the fear on your face, that's what I want." He ran his tongue along her cheek.
"Go back to Hell!" she screamed, then spat into his face. "My dad and uncle are Dean and Sam Winchester," Heath froze, "that's right asshole, Winchester! I'm guessing you've heard of them?"
He quickly bashed Lex in the face 3 times. Heath's eyes lit up like the Fourth of July, "I can take care of this." He called out, "Ladies," and two beautiful women stepped from the shadows. "My sisters will deal with them." He turned to the women, "Katarina," he said to the statuesque blonde, "you take care of Sam Winchester."
Her sea foam green eyes twinkled with delight, "I'll be more than happy too."
The brother turned to the petite chocolate brunette, "Lena…"
"Dean Winchester is mine," she smiled showing white, even teeth. "I'm more than happy to oblige." She turned her blue- green eyes to her sister. "Kat lets wait upstairs. Leave these two alone."
"After the sisters left, Heath turned his full attention back onto Alexis. "You ready for this, Beautiful?" He sliced her quickly. The strip of skin showing between her tank and panties grew crimson, blood dripping thickly into the outstretched cup.
Alexis jerked forward in agony as the tight cuffs cut ragged slices into her wrists. "You will die," she said through clenched teeth.
"Oh really?" He head butted her splitting her head above her left eye. "I don't see that happening."
Stars exploded in her vision and blood trickled into her eyes. Alexis kicked her legs out at her assailant, as she groaned in agony. A well placed foot into Heath's gut sent him reeling. "I see it happening. I see your bitch ass getting exorcised back to Hell!"
"Fine Bitch. We'll do this the hard way." Harsh blows rained down on her face and stomach. "And," he started sarcastically, "you spilled my cup." He made another shallow cut above the old one. "Can't wait until we… consummate this relationship." With a final blow to her battered face, Alexis was knocked unconscious.
Evening had fallen and the Winchesters still hadn't found Alexis or any type of lead.
"Let's try the diner," Sam said. "They've had shift change by now. Someone from last night has to be working today." He felt guilty for convincing Dean not to chase after Alexis.
"Yeah, that's a good idea." He started driving for the diner.
10 minutes later, they pulled into the diner's parking lot. Hopping out, they rushed inside to the cashier. "Have you seen this girl," Sam asked holding up his cell with a picture of Lex on its screen.
The teenage boy looked and said, "Yeah. She was in here last night."
"With a kid your age?" Dean pressed.
"Heath Peyton. We go to school together. He lives on Sycamore. Big white house with green shutters."
"Thanks kid," Dean said," Let's go Sam."
"Rise and shine," Heath's voice pierced through Alexis' head. "It's time for the fun to begin."
Alexis opened her eyes the best she could. They were almost swollen shut. Through the haze, she could see symbols drawn around a mattress. It was then that Lex remembered what he intended to do.
Lex started fighting against the hand cuffs. "Please. Please, don't do this."
"Too late." Heath than began pouring her blood onto the archaic symbols. Setting the cup on the ground, he faced his prisoner. He slowly ran his hands up her sides and started kissing her neck. "Ready?"
The Impala rumbled to a stop in front of a house. "Peyton," Sam read on the mailbox. "This is it."
Both men exited the vehicle. Dean popped the trunk and started rummaging through it. Taking a look around, he pulled out two long, iron pokers. He handed one to Sam and then pulled out two blow torches.
"You go in through the back," Dean ordered. I'll take the front."
Wordlessly, Sam jogged away. The elder brother made his way to the front door. With one last glance around, he kicked the door open. In the foyer, a rotten smell hit his nose. He tip toed slowly into the living room. It was then he discovered the source of the smell. "You must be the Peyton's," he muttered. A man's corpse sat in a recliner, the woman was sprawled out on the couch. Both throats had been slashed.
"Don't they have a beautiful home?" Dean whirled around at the sound of the voice. Lena stood before him, her eyes raking over his body lustfully. "Dean Winchester? I'm… Lena Peyton," she gestured to the family portrait that hung on the wall.
Dean was hypnotized by her eyes momentarily. He shook his head free of the fog. "Succubus?"
She bowed her head gracefully. "You've done your homework." Lena stood toe to toe with him and ran a well manicured hand over his chest.
Sam peeked his head around the kitchen door and then pushed it open all the way. It creaked lowly. "Not very stealthy for a hunter," a voice purred. A light turned on, and there by the sink stood the beautiful blonde.
The tallest Winchester saw a few pictures on the fridge. She followed his gaze. "Yeah, that's me. Call me Kat." Before Kat could turn her gaze onto him, Sam started reciting an exorcism.
Katarina shrieked with rage. She charged the younger brother, knocking the blow torch from his hand. With surprising strength, Kat slammed Sam into the stove. She immediately locked eyes then lips with him. When she pulled away, she had a self satisfied smile on her mouth. Sam seized the opportunity. He smashed his head into Kat's, sending her flying backwards. Quickly, he turned on the stove and shoved the poker into the blue flames.
Katarina clambered to her feet, running at Sam. As she descended upon him, he took the heated poker and rammed it through her left eye. With a shrill cry of pain, she hit the floor, dead. As the black smoke billowed from the wound, Sam retrieved his blowtorch and rushed to the living room.
When he reached his brother, Lena was straddling Dean. His arms were pinned to his sides by her thighs, and his weapons lay a few feet away. Lena shifted her weight slightly. Dean managed to free his arms and shoved her back. Then, using his now free legs, he kicked her into a wall. Sam lit his blow torch as Dean rolled for his. Grabbing the iron, Dean thrust his poker into the flames.
With a running start, he heaved the poker through one of Lena's eyes. Down she went, the demon fleeing her body. Chest heaving Dean stated the obvious, "that sucked." Sam's reply was interrupted by a shriek of pain. Both men ran towards the noise.
Alexis fought tooth and nail against Heath as he tried to man handle her to the bed. Frustrated, he backhanded her and tossed her easily onto the mattress. Still cuffed, Alexis tried crawling away. The Incubus grabbed her ankles and pulled her down to him. Heath quickly threw one leg over her flailing body. He shoved his tongue into her mouth. Alexis bit down.
"Bitch!" he punched her in the face. She cried out in pain as he pinned her wrists above her head. Heath snaked a hand up her tank and under her bra. He pinched her sensitive flesh. He ground his hips into hers, enjoying every terror filled moment. "See what you do to me." Heath pulled his hand from her shirt and started for the top of her panties.
"HEATH!"
Startled, he turned to the voice. Sam tackled him off of his niece. As Sam held him down, Dean jammed the poker through his right eye, pulled it out and crammed back through his left.
Dropping the poker beside Heath's body, Dean quickly went to Alexis and enveloped her into his arms.
"Daddy, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Sam pulled off his button up and draped it around Lex's shoulders. "Dean, we need to get her patched up."
As Dean scooped her up bridal style, he tossed his keys to Sam. Neither said a word as they left the basement and hurried to the car. Dean hugged his daughter close while simultaneously checking her wounds over. "Nothing too deep." He pressed his strong hands around her ribs, "She has a couple of broken ribs though." Alexis fell into unconsciousness. Dean held her close, "Everything's going to be fine now, Princess." He placed a light kiss on her forehead. "I promise."