Chapter Four

It was 2 am when Dean was startled awake once again, but this time his gut was telling him it wasn't the storm raging outside the door. While looking around the room, Dean reached under his pillow for the knife that wasn't there. He cursed himself. He knew better than to leave his weapons so far away and yet there they sat on the table in the small kitchenette, right beside his reason for waking.

Sitting in one of the chairs was the blonde woman from the diner. Crawling out of the bed, being careful not to wake his brother Dean moved slowly toward her. "How did you get in here?"

The woman smiled brazenly at him, "You invited me of course."

Dean raised his eyebrows, "I didn't. How'd you know where we were? That diner was a lot of miles and a state over."

Standing up, the buxom blonde moved closer to Dean, invading his personal space and stopping him from reaching the salt or the weapons in the middle of the table.

"I followed you. I saw how you were looking at me in that diner. I could sense your lust. Are you telling me you don't want me?"

"Ah," Dean took a step back as the woman grabbed a hold of his arm. "Yes, that is exactly what I'm telling you. Get out." He looked over to the bed and Sam, wishing his brother would wake up.

The woman's smile grew larger and dangerous, "Oh, I don't think so, honey. I can still smell the lust on you and I want it." She grabbed Dean's arms again and pressed her body against his.

Dean struggled, but couldn't get out of the iron clad grip she had him in. "What are you?" He asked she forced him to the ground.

Sitting on his chest so that his arms where pinned to his sides, the woman pulled her shirt over her head discarding it off to the side, "Cari."

"I said what, not who. I couldn't give a damn what you call yourself," Dean squirmed underneath Cari, trying to toss her off of him. "Sam!"

Cari snickered, "Your brother can't help you now. You're mine." With efficient and deliberate movements, Cari stripped Dean down to his boxers and relieved herself from the rest of her clothes.

"You're a-a…." He trailed off when her hand went for his boxers.

"A succubus," Cari said with a feral grin on her face.

"Shit!" Dean began to struggle with a new fervor, his movements stopping her action of freeing him from his boxers. When he couldn't get away, he yelled out again, "Damn it, Sam, wake up!"

Cari shook her head, "I already told you that was a futile effort. I want you. He won't wake up until I'm done and you're dead." She tsked. "Such a shame," Cari ran a hand down the side of Dean's face and neck, stopping once it rested in the middle of his chest. "You're a pretty one."

Dean continued to struggle until she said, "Oh, give it up already," and pressed a kiss to his lips. One he full heartedly returned after her spell fully took a hold of him.

Never stopping the kiss, Cari finished relieving Dean of anything that resembled clothes. Breaking the kiss, she moved so that she was lying on top of Dean instead of sitting on his chest.

Whispering into his ear she said, "Tell me that you want me."

"I want you," Dean moaned when she moved just enough to put pressure on his burgeoning erection.

"Tell me that you need me."

"I need you," Dean whispered.

With a wicked smile, Cari drained what she wanted from Dean; lust and life. She didn't get far before an improbable thing happened…one of her spells failed.

The thunder crashed overhead, lightening flashed red outside and the lights flickered on before exploding. The storm had sent raw power straight into the transformer. In the bed, as the room plunged into darkness, Sam sat straight up.

Blinking, Sam allowed his eyes to adjust to the brief flashes of light in an otherwise dark room. Looking to the other side of the bed, he saw that Dean wasn't there. Looking around the room, he saw movement near the table. It was that moment the lightening flared brightly again illuminating the scene for him.

Sam's eyes widened when he saw his brother on the floor naked and thoroughly involved with a woman. Pushing the image that would most likely involve a lot of therapy later, Sam focused on the blue and pink wisps floating from Dean to the woman.

It was then Sam knew what was happening; a succubus was killing his brother. Springing into action, Sam grabbed the lighter fluid out of his bag, but couldn't find a lighter. Looking past Dean and the succubus, Sam spotted the stove, the gas stove.

Cari had been so involved with Dean that she hadn't noticed that she had lost her hold on Sam until he grabbed her and forcibly pushed her toward the stove. She lashed out at him, catching him across the cheek with a nail, leaving behind a bleeding gouge.

Turning the gas burner on full, Sam fought with Cari until he managed to push her into the flame. The reaction was instantaneous; there was no need for the lighter fluid. The flames traveled through Cari, completely engulfing her in seconds and then with a scream she was gone, nothing but ash left on the floor.

Sam took a deep breath and let it out slowly before getting off the floor where he had fallen when he had finally managed to push the creature into the flame. Turning off the stove, he made his way over to Dean who hadn't said a word.

Dean was lying on the floor, staring toward the stove and the ash in front of it. Sam crouched down beside Dean's head and put his hand on his shoulder. "Dean?"

Dean jerked forward with a gasp, "Sam? What…" The memories came rushing back to him and Dean turned green. "Oh, God, I think I'm gonna…." He scrambled away from Sam and ran into the bathroom.

Rubbing his face with a hand, Sam sighed and went about collecting Dean's clothes from where the succubus threw them, ignoring the fact that he could hear his big brother throwing up in the bathroom.