This is a fictional story based on the popular television show Supernatural. The characters of Sam and Dean Winchester, along with Castiel, are products of the brilliant mind of Eric Kripke. As is the base story line of two rouge brothers on a cross-country road trip, hunting monsters/demons/anything that needs to be taken care of/etc. and befriending odd angels. However, all new characters introduced in this story including, but not limited to Quinn Gibson, Blair Francis, and Roxanne Loraine, are products of my own imagination and creation; as well as the added story line. I do claim and reserve my rights to these new ideas. All characters are fictional. Any relation to another person, character, or story line are purely coincidental.
I also kindly ask that any and all criticisms remain positive and/or constructive. About a decade ago I had a really bad experience when my friend read my work and this is the first time anyone is reading anything of mine besides scholastic papers.
Now that all of that is over, please enjoy my story.
On a picturesque street in middle-America a man in a suit walks up the steps of a craftsman style home with a big smile on his face. Stepping into the house he is greeted with a kiss on the cheek by his wife and a hug from his young son that barely comes up to his waist, the perfect little family.
"You worked late today." The wife said as her husband followed her into the kitchen, loosening his necktie.
"We had to work on a deposition that ran late." He told her.
"Daddy, look what I made today." The young boy presented his father with a finger painting. "For you."
"Wow, that's beautiful Brandon, thank you."
"Okay buddy, go upstairs and finish your reading." The wife told their son. "Dinner will be on the table in ten."
"Chelsea, I'm sorry it's so late." The husband said.
"It's alright Patrick, I know this is what you have to do." She told him and kissed the top of his head. "Just try not to make a habit out of it, alright?"
The husband smiled, "Of course I won't."
A few moments later she started to plate the dinner that she just finished preparing for her family.
"Honey would you mind getting Brandon?" She asked.
"Sure thing." He answered, but right as he walked into the living room before going upstairs to fetch his young son, the boy was standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Hey buddy, I didn't hear you come down."
"Daddy, I think I saw something outside of my window."
"It was probably a cat or something, come on inside."
"It looked like a monster then it looked like me." The boy told his father, fear emanating from him.
Slowly the father knelt down, so he was eyelevel with his son, "Buddy, monsters aren't real, surely not ones that will transform into you."
"Are you sure about that?" The boy asked as his face morphed into an exact replica of his father's.
It took a few seconds, but the husband finally let out a scream. Quickly the wife dashed into the room and the sight of her husband staring at her husband was too much and she fainted. The neighbors heard the commotion and promptly called the police, who were at the house within minutes. Inside they found the wife slain, her body drenched in a pool of her own blood, her husband and young son were nowhere in sight. As luck would have it, the Winchesters were in town, still on the lam, and caught wind of the crime, flashing their fake badges and winning smiles to gain entry into the suspicious scene.
"The wife was murdered and the husband and the boy is missing." An officer told Sam and Dean, filling them in on the current situation. "A neighbor heard the commotion and called us, by the time we got there whoever did this was long gone."
"Have there been any leads on their whereabouts?" Sam asked, taking the wheel because Dean has been under the weather the last couple days. Theirs is a difficult lifestyle and they're bound to get sick every once in a while.
"None, we put out an alert, but no one was seen going in or out of the house and there was no vehicle outside." The officer answered. "We were acting under the assumption that this was the husband, but that is too much blood for one body, so we are lost."
"Anything else weird happen?"
"Well, it's the damndest thing," The officer answered and took his sunglasses off and used them to point at the house. "There was no sign of forced entry and the lab reports are coming back on the knife that was allegedly used to stab them, the father's fingerprints are all over it."
Sam was confused, "Well, you said he's missing, he could have just been injured."
"There is a lot of blood though."
"Yeah, you're right about that." Dean chimed in, feeling a bit nauseous at the sight of all the blood.
"I hate to say it, but do you think it could be the kid?" Sam asked.
"We grabbed a few samples and sent them in for testing, we'll let you know when we have an answer."
"Thank you."
"Welcome boys." Then the officer began muttering to himself and scratching his head, "Damndest thing."
At the same time the brothers walked away from the house and back towards their car, Dean pulled a crumpled tissues out of his pocket, blew his nose, and disposed of it in a conveniently placed trashcan right next to their car. Unfortunately Dean had all of the classic flu symptoms, everything from the runny nose to the occasional bouts of serve nausea, but this didn't stop him from going on the hunt, no matter how much Sam protested.
"Dean, do you really think that we should be working on this case? Sam asked. "You seem pretty sick."
"Dude, I'm not that sick."
"It doesn't matter how sick you are, you're still sick, and in our line of work that causes you to make mistakes and when you make mistakes you get hurt."
"Don't worry about me, if I need to take a break I'll take a break." Dean said as he sped down the highway. "Okay Sam?"
"Yeah, just don't let it get too bad." Sam said, knowing that Dean wouldn't want to take a break. "Think this is another succubus?"
Honestly the thought hadn't even crossed Dean's mind, "What?"
"Come on think about it, the guy is missing and one could have easily abducted him, there are a few other people who have gone missing in the past couple week and for the most part they are all seem to fit the victim profile for a succubus."
"We could ask Quinn when we get back to the motel, see if she might know anything or anyone."
Sam groaned, "Do we really need to get Quinn involved again?"
"You're the one who brought up the stupid succubus thing and if we have the succubus-whisperer with us, we might as well use her to our advantage."
"I don't think we have to take it that far, do we really need her help on this?"
"Are you still going on about that?"
"Yes Dean, I am and your time is almost up, you need to start asking questions because we can't keep going on like this without some answers."
"Believe it or not I am well aware of the time crunch, but I am going to hold out on this one as long as possible."
"Just because you're dating her." Sam told him matter-of-factly.
"I don't know if I would call it dating."
"Closest thing to dating you've done in a long time."
Dean shrugged, Sam's not wrong. "Listen, I know things are crazy right now, but I am a man of my word and you will have your answers soon."
"About damn time." Sam said under his breath.
"But keep that up and you won't get any." Dean said and smiled at his younger brother, "Bet that's not the first time that you've heard that."
"Very funny Dean." Sam sneered.
Dean coughed, "Just trying to break the tension Sammy."
For as much as Sam wanted to be mad with Quinn for keeping secrets and Dean overlooking whatever it is, this is the happiest that Sam has seen Dean in a long time, sick or not, and he doesn't want to completely ruin all of that. But that doesn't mean Sam can't be upset about the fact that Quinn's keeping secrets and Dean has a blind spot when it comes to Quinn. Try as he might to not let those feelings show through, they do come up, it isn't always easy for Sam to hide his emotions, especially from his brother.
"I know that she's not your favorite person, I really do." Dean finally decided to have a serious conversation with Sam about this. "But no matter how you feel there is still something after her and I still have feelings for her and neither of these things are easy to change. So please Sam, just do this for me."
"Alright, I don't like and I don't fully agree with it, but I'll do it."
"Thank you."
Even though the brothers knew about the blood spell, Quinn had to keep it up to insure their safety and was still spending a lot of time sleeping. When she's not sleeping she tends to stay in the hotel room, partially to serve as a base of operation and she knows that her relationship with Dean is causing some tension, so it's best that Sam and Dean do some things on their own. While the brothers were checking out the case Quinn was scouring the internet for information on the victims from this alleged home invasion and anything that had happened prior to this that seemed suspicious, giving Sam and Dean plenty of time to talk to people and search the town.
"So this couple, it wasn't another family member that killed them, they're all out of town." Dean said, thinking about to what the officer told them. "She was a stay at home mom, he worked at a law firm where everyone loved him, and their kid didn't really have any enemies in school, so what happened to them?"
"Or what took them?" Sam questioned.
"Or took them."
"That's why I thought maybe it was a succubus."
"What about the women that were killed?"
"That's a valid point, what if it's an incubus and a succubus together?" Sam asked, running over the facts in his mind. "Do they really work that way?"
"There is one person we could call."
Sam sighed, "You're right, we do need her now."
Being that they were right next to a grocery store Dean pulled into the parking lot, maybe after his phone conversation with Quinn he could stop in and grab something for lunch or pie, defiantly pie and probably something else to go along with it. Towards the end of the aisle Dean found a parking spot away from everyone else, so that the phone conversation was more private and there was less of a chance of someone hurting his car.
"Hey Dean, what do you need?" Quinn answered after a couple rings and immediately Dean could tell that she had been sleeping.
"I got a couple questions for you."
She yawned, "Shoot."
"We're working that murdered mom and missing dad and kid thing." Dean answered, rubbing his thumb along the worn steering wheel. "Even though we're not exactly sure what we're dealing with yet, some of the signs point to a succubus or incubus or a team of two or more."
"With you so far."
"Do they ever work together?"
"Some do."
"Are there any in this area?"
"A couple that I know of, but they are all guys."
"Can they ever take on the shape of other people?"
"Sometimes they can transform themselves to look like a perfect mate, if they're powerful enough." She answered and started brewing a fresh pot of coffee.
"But not a person specifically."
"No, not like transform into another person."
"Great, so this probably isn't an incubus."
"I'm guessing it isn't, I looked into the history somewhat and this doesn't quite fit into the incubus M.O." She took a big sip of coffee. "Though when we look for the fantastic the mundane is often overlooked."
Dean smiled, "Sweetheart, nothing about our life is mundane."
"Alright, wrong wording." She paused for a moment. "I think you are stuck on the succubus or incubus thing because of my case and the last one with the crazy smoke. Now you're reaching for connections with them and trying to find a way to make them fit."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"I'm up now so I'll keep digging, but call if you need anything."
"Will do, thanks Quinn."
"Welcome Dean." She said and they hung up the phone at the same time.
Sam looked to his brother, "Let me guess, not a succubus."
"Or an incubus." Dean added.
"What did she say then?"
"That when we look for the fantastic the mundane is often overlooked."
As Sam thought about it, he understood what she was trying to tell them, but all the while he was wondering what they could have possibly overlooked. Deep in thought, Sam was oblivious to a man identical to the male murder victim passing in front of their car, however Dean recognized him right away.
"Hey, do you remember them saying anything about Patrick having a twin?" Dean asked.
"No, he doesn't have any male siblings, why?"
"Because he just passed by the front of our car."
"No way."
"Yeah, he's walking into the grocery store."
"Should we follow him?" Sam asked, right away he knew that this was a stupid question.
"I think we have to."
Swiftly they exited the vehicle and followed the man into the grocery store, always staying just a few steps behind him. Most of what he picked up were sugary treats that any kid would love to eat all day, but most parents would never allow in such large quantities. Although it's not something that they discussed at the time, it was something that both found a bit peculiar. When the man got in the line they snuck around behind the candy aisle next to him.
"Good afternoon Mr. Meyers." The checker said as she rung up his items.
"Good afternoon, lovely day out, isn't it?" He replied cheerfully.
"That guy's name was Patrick Meyers, right?" Dean whispered to Sam.
"Yeah, I think so."
This strange man passed by them and they followed him outside and got back into their car. Stealthily they exited the parking lot and followed the car and did so for quite a while, going through the entirety of the city and passing by at least one wheat field. It was when the man pulled down a small dirty road that they stopped, they couldn't go down there unarmed and it seemed that this was most likely his base of operation. Instead of pressing onward to the house they turned around to arm themselves for an inevitable fight.
Halfway between the house and the hotel, Sam's cell phone started to ring.
"Agent Dylan speaking." Sam said.
"Agent, we got the blood results back." The officer said. "It was a mixture of the husband and wife's blood, every sample, there's no way that the husband could have survived that too."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive, we don't know what happened to him, but we can safely say there is a slim chance that he's alive."
"Not the news we wanted to hear, but thank you for the update."
"You're welcome, we'll keep you posted."
"Thanks." Sam said, hanging up the phone.
"Let me guess, not good." Dean said.
"All samples were a mixture of the husband and wife's blood." Sam replied. "There's no way that he could have survived that much blood loss."
"I think we both know what this thing might be." Dean said and Sam nodded. "And we know that there is no way that this thing is surviving any longer."
"Agreed."
Alone in the motel room, the only thing left for Quinn were her thoughts and they were not quiet. Everything that she was trying to process seemed to contradict something else, it was enough to drive most people insane, but she is used to an internal battle of this caliper. That is, until a certain someone unexpectedly appeared by the door.
"Castiel, can we please not do this today?" She knew exactly why he was here, but still was surprised to see him show up.
"Your time is up Quinn, you have to tell them."
"I can't do that right now." There was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Just a few more days."
"No, not with Dean this ill."
"I'm trying Cass, I know it doesn't seem like it, but I am." Tears rolled down Quinn's cheeks. "I beg you, just two or three more days."
"I would be more lenient if Dean was in better health, but not in his current state."
"You know what they'll do to me."
"If I know the Winchesters, and I do, Dean won't let that happen." Cass began to soften a little bit, because to some degree he does understand the situation. "But you cannot keep lying to them."
"I'm not lying to them."
"It's a lie by omission."
Quinn was well aware, but it wasn't something that she was going to admit out loud. Secrets are toxic in any relationship and not just ones that are romantic. Not only does this omission keep Dean at a distance from Quinn, but it's causing a rift between Sam and Dean as well, something she never wanted to happen.
"I don't know what to do."
"Tell them, it will be difficult at first, but in the end it will be healthier for all of you."
"Can you be here when it happens?"
Cass sighed, even he found himself feeling some sort of empathy for Quinn, "Yes, but if you don't tell them, I will. I just want you to understand that."
"I understand."
"Then I must be going, just call when you need me, I'll be listening."
With Cass gone Quinn sat down on the edge of the bed and rested her head in her hands, doing all she could to keep herself from crying. Before she had the chance to try and recompose herself, the front door flew open and the Winchesters stormed in. Totally ignoring Quinn at first, they moved around the room, gathering items and taking them out to the car. But Dean stopped when he finally saw what state Quinn was in.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just tired and there was a sad movie on TV, and my emotions got the best of me." Sam noticed that the TV wasn't on and the remote was by his bed, right where it was when he left the motel before. Just as he was about to ask Quinn about this, she started talking again, "What are you two doing?"
"There's a shifter outside of town and we're going to go kill it." Dean answered. "Want to come with?"
"No, I think I should just stay put for right now."
"If you say so." He said and kissed the top of her head. "We're off, see you in a while."
"If you're not back by sunrise I'll coming looking for you." She said as he crossed the door's threshold.
"Thanks." The door closed behind him and she was once more the only one left in the motel room.
Staying in her spot, she fell backward onto the bed and closed her eyes. What she has to tell them is not simple and it is going to be a long time before things can be normal again, if ever. Given Dean's feelings he might not be too upset, but Sam is going to be the one that really needs convincing. Each new thought is a new weight on Quinn's chest and it's getting harder to breathe, until she ultimately decides that what she needs right now is sleep.
"She wasn't watching TV, Dean." Sam said, staring out the windshield as they reached the beginning of the wheat field.
"What?"
"She said that she was watching TV, but the TV wasn't on." Sam answered. "And the remote was in the same place it was when we left this morning, next to my bed."
"What are you getting at, Sam?"
"She lied to us about watching TV."
"Maybe it was something else and she just didn't want to admit it."
"There seems to be a lot of that and you know what?" Sam asked, but gave Dean no time to answer. "Your time is up, if we don't any new information voluntarily today, I'm asking questions."
"Come on Sam, don't start with that again."
Sam raised his voice, "How are you blind to all this?"
"Stop Sam! I don't want to fight so close to a hunt, I'm already pissed enough!"
Sinking back into his seat Sam was clenching his jaw, but remained silent. His brother was right, they couldn't go into this without a clear mind, that's how they get hurt. Rather, it makes them not pay attention and that causes them to get hurt or worse. Besides, Dean is already sick and shouldn't be doing this anyway, but there was no way Sam could make him stay away.
Pulling up to the house was ominous as dusk covered it in darkness. Now they would have to work quick, otherwise they would be at a severe disadvantage. Walking up to the house they noticed that there were a few dim lights, but the car from before was nowhere to be seen. Dean motioned for Sam to go around to the back door, he would take the front. Backing up against the wall, Dean tried the knob on the front door, which turned and opened immediately. In his mind he is hoping that whatever is here is squatting, because that was way too easy. Sam must have breached the back with similar ease, because he and Dean entered the living room at nearly the same time.
Although nothing seemed to be occupying the house at the current time, they were still cautious, terrified that every creek of the house was the shifter sneaking up on them. Reluctantly they traveled upstairs and went into what they believed to be the master bedroom. Inside there was a mattress with bedding on the floor and an alarm clock next to it and one bookcase, but other than these pieces there was no other furniture. Examining the bookcase thy could tell that this room served a much different and more disturbing purpose.
On each shelf were jars of various sizes and shapes, all containing some sort of DNA sample in some medium, most likely formaldehyde. Many of them were stuffed with hair or finger nails, there were a few partially filled with blood and others contained pieces of flesh, muscle, or fat. These were all quite disturbing, even to them, but there were some that were worse.
"Is that an eyeball?" Sam asked, his light illuminating a jar with a small a floating sphere. The very sight was enough to make his stomach turn.
"And that looks like a piece of tongue." Dean said, shining his light on a jar with a small triangular piece of tissue that looked like the tip of the body part.
"Who would do this?"
"Shifters, man."
"This is a bit much though, even for a shifter."
"Hello." A small voice called out.
"Did you hear that?" Sam asked and listened for the voice again.
"Hello." The same voice called out again.
Sam and Dean immediately split up and scrambled to find where that was coming from, because it sounded like a live small child. All of the other doors in the upper level of them home were locked, but that hasn't stopped the Winchesters before, so when it was needed, they just broke down the doors.
In the first room, Sam found a small boy. Junk food wrappers and empty soda cans surrounded him and he was cowering in the corner, his eyes locked on Sam.
"Were you the one calling for us?" Sam asked softly.
"You're not my dad." The boy told Sam, as if Sam did not already know.
"No, no I'm not, but I'm here to help." Sam told him. "My name is Sam, what's yours?"
"Brandon Meyers."
It hit Sam right away, this is the missing kid, "Can you tell me who's been keeping you here?"
"My dad."
Brandon's answer immediately threw up red flags, because his father is dead. That means the shifter is masquerading as his father, but why?
"Listen, Brandon, I know he looks a lot like your dad, but he isn't."
"I know he isn't."
"How do you know?"
"Dad always calls me Brandon or buddy, but he's called me kid since we got here."
More red flags, usually shifters do their best to act like the person they have transformed into. Sam did his best to stay calm while trying to piece together the puzzle, but there wasn't enough time, he had to get Brandon out of here.
"Brandon, I'm going to get you out of here, alright?"
"Alright."
"Okay good."
Sam scooped the boy up and carried him into the hallway. Just as he closed the door behind him he was joined by Dean and two other children, one was passed out in his arms and the other was following close behind. It wasn't the time for questions, so they quickly went out to the car and stashed the kids in the backseat.
"Sam, this is worse than we thought." Dean said as they stood outside the Impala to have a short conversation. "One of the rooms I went into had large bloodstains on the floor and ankle restraints on the wall."
"That's not good."
"Yeah, but think about what can change shape and likes to eat people."
The thought alone caused a sickening feeling in both brothers, "Leviathan."
"I thought all their happy little asses were shot back to purgatory."
"I guess some lingered around."
"I'm going to have Quinn pick up some borax while we drop these kids off at the police station."
"I'll call her now, you start driving, because we have to beat this thing back here."
Dean drove away from the house as fast as possible and as far as he could tell the thing wasn't trailing them. Not that he ever thought it was, but it's nice to know that they're in the clear.
"Quinn, we need you to pick up some borax and meet us at the police station. We have a dire situation and I can't explain right now." Sam said as he glanced in the review mirror and listened to Quinn. "Alright, see you soon."
"I have some spare borax in the glove box." Dean whispered to Sam.
"Guys, show me your hands," Sam requested and the children complied. He squeezed a drop of borax into one little hand and thankfully there were no adverse reactions. "Thanks guys."
They got the children to the local police station without issue, but when they walked in with three children the officers were very surprised.
"Agents, how did you?" The officer in the front room asked.
"We found them in an abandoned house outside of the city." Sam answered. "We have reason to believe that the perpetrator is on the run, so we will fill out a report when we get back."
"You have to do it now."
"There's no time." Dean said as he walked out with his brother. "When we find something we'll call you."
Outside they met Quinn at the car with a jug of household cleaner in hand.
"Fellas get yourself in a little leviathan trouble?"
"How'd you know?" Dean asked.
"It's my job to know." Quinn answered and placed the cleaner in his hands. "I saw you walk in there with those kids, you kill that son of a bitch."
"I'll do my best."
"And be safe." She said and kissed him.
From her spot she watched them drive away again before walking back to the motel. The abandoned house was in the same state it was when Sam and Dean left and there was still no car outside. Dean parked around back, hoping that the monster was going to take the front steps. Lucky for them, this gave Sam and Dean the perfect opportunity to hide and wait for the thing, giving them the upper hand. Sam grabbed the cleaning agent and Dean grabbed a machete out of the trunk and together they hid out in the room where Sam found Brandon.
"I'm sorry for fighting earlier Sam, my time is up and Quinn is doing better, I shouldn't have tried to go back on my word." Dean confessed as they waited for the leviathan. "Part of me just doesn't want to know some answers."
It was a bit difficult for Sam to believe that his brother was being this forthcoming, but he was going to take whatever he got. When Dean said that there was some answers that he didn't want to know, Sam understood that too, there were times that he wished that he could live in ignorance like a majority of the population.
"I understand, but I think if we want to keep going we can't be kept in the dark." Sam said and smiled. "And thanks for the apology."
"Alright, alright, we're not getting all mushy before we have to kill this thing."
"Hey man, you're the one that started it."
Outside a car door closed and they could hear someone walking up the front steps. Sam turned around and peered out the window, the car that the creature was driving around during the day was parked right in front of the house. Turning back around he prepped for the inevitable fight alongside Dean. Listening to his footsteps as he walked around downstairs for a little bit and then come upstairs felt like an eternity. If they were to jump out at him though they would lose the element of surprise, they just have to just be patient.
"Kid, I brought you dinner." A man said and stopped at the door, Sam and Dean knew that he could tell the doors had been broken in. The door flew open and they were face to face with what appeared to be Patrick Meyers.
This creature was surprised to see the Winchesters standing there and lunged to attack them, but Sam doused him with the cleaning agent and he tumbled to the floor, but he got up because he was not about to go down without a fight. Just as Dean went for him with the machete, the leviathan grabbed his arm and pulled. Not only did this dislocate Dean's shoulder, but Patrick sank his fingernails into Dean's forearm and tore the flesh. The sudden and immense pain resulted in Dean dropping the machete and falling to the floor next to it. With his brother incapacitated, Sam grabbed the machete and cut the head off of the beast and put it in the box that they brought with them.
"Sam, we gotta go." Dean said, clutching his injured arm. "The cops are going to catch wind of all this, so we need to torch the house."
"How's your arm?"
"In a lot of pain." Dean answered as they left the house. "When we get outside you help me with my shoulder, then bury the head, I'll start burning the house down."
"Got it." Sam said and set the box down near their car.
Dean braced himself against the car as Sam popped his dislocated shoulder back into place, but there was nothing they could do about his forearm right now. Once Sam knew that his brother was more or less okay, he went out into the field with the head in a box. Meanwhile Dean grabbed some dry wheat and some accelerant from the trunk, he piled the brush in front of the door and started there with the accelerant and made a perimeter around the house. As Sam came around to the front of the house Dean was lighting a book of matches and throwing them into the pile of dried foliage. For a few minutes they stood and watched flames engulf the first floor of the house.
"By the time the cops get here it should be burned to the ground." Sam said.
"Sometimes a drought is not a bad thing." Dean said.
Even though it was not something that he wanted to do, Dean turned the keys over to Sam, there was no way he was driving with his wounded arm. From the moment of his injury, Dean kept his arm tight to his chest, but it still hurt and was still bleeding. After a few glances over at Dean, Sam recognized that Dean was still having issues.
"Hold it above your heart, that should help the bleeding until we get back to the motel." Sam said and Dean did as he was told.
"I'm hoping Cass can do something about this." Dean said.
Not hearing from Sam and Dean after so long began to worry Quinn, especially with the knowledge that they were up against a leviathan that is for, some reason or another, still walking this Earth. No matter what state the brothers were in when they got home, she knew that they were going to have to have a talk. Cass wasn't going to grant her any leniency and now she's just thinking about how lucky she is to have gotten to spend this time with them. Of all the difficult decisions and tough choices that she's had to make in her life, this was one to be one of the worst. All of her life Quinn has kept her distance from people, because she knew that she would either hurt them or tell them something they didn't want to hear and they would inevitably leave. Before this she's never had to do the latter, because she never allowed herself to get close enough to someone for that. This is a game changer and not a good one.
Patiently she waited, if they were home by morning she would do something. In the moments leading up to their arrival, Quinn spent her time pacing around the motel room, working out exactly what to say in her mind. Deep in the pit of her stomach was a sickening feeling and she ran to the bathroom, but since she had been too nervous to eat for the last few hours, there was nothing to lose. Making some sort of effort to calm herself down she splashed some cold water on her face and then there was the distinct sound of a key in the doorknob, they were home.
"Hey guys." Quinn said as she walked out of the bathroom, but then saw Dean's bloodied shirt sleeve. "Holy crap, what happened?"
"Leviathan scratched me." Dean answered, sitting down on the bed.
"And dislocated his shoulder, but we fixed that." Sam answered.
Quinn knew that she needed to tell them and she said she would today, but not with Dean like this. Quietly she started to hyperventilate and as she tried to get her bearings, Cass appeared in the room.
"Cass, just the man I wanted to see." Dean said and held up his arm. "Can you fix this?"
"One moment." Cass said and touched Dean's forehead, thus healing the wounds on Dean's arm.
"Huh." Dean said as he looked at his arm.
"What?"
"I've been fighting this bug for a few days and I thought it might help that too."
"Uh…" Cass said and glanced towards Quinn.
"Can I talk to you guys?" Quinn asked.
"We just got off the hunt and I just got my arm angel-healed, can it wait a few?" Dean asked.
She was wringing her hands and wasn't making eye contact with anyone in the room, "It's kind of important."
"What's going on?"
"Quinn, it'll be alright." Cass said. Now Sam and Dean knew there was something that both Quinn and Cass were not telling them.
"Seriously, what the hell is going on?"
"Just give me a second." Quinn answered and took a few deep breaths. "I'm a succubus."
"What?" Both Winchesters asked at the same time.
"And you knew about this?" Dean asked Cass.
"Yes, but she asked me not to say anything, but I told her that it was something that couldn't remain secret." Cass answered, surprised that Dean turned on him.
Sam seemed to catch on before Dean did, "This is why you've been sick Dean, she's draining you!"
"But not on purpose, I want to make that very clear." Quinn said.
"But you still knew that you were?"
"Listen, this is just ending bad all over the place, I called a cab, I'll be in the little motel down the street if you need anything." Quinn said and grabbed her bag that she stashed in the top drawer.
"Quinn, don't go." Dean said.
She kissed Dean's cheek and backed away towards the door, "I have to."
With those final words she walked out, leaving the three men alone in the motel. Dean got up and followed her out, but she turned around and looked at him with tears in her eyes. Contrary to what it seemed, he did understand what she had to do and that he was not letting her go for good.
"What the hell Sam?" Dean asked as he came back in the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Keep it down in there!" A woman said on the other side of the wall.
"Screw you!" Dean said and turned his attention back to his brother. "Seriously Sam, what the hell?"
"She's a succubus Dean, a succubus." Sam said, under the assumption that Dean still didn't understand the gravity of the situation.
"Uh, Sam." Cass said.
"We hunt things like her, hell, we hunter one of her own kind with her help." Sam is the angriest that he has been in a long time. "That's why she knew so damn much about these things."
"Sam."
"I can't believe you Dean, we both knew something was off, but you didn't want to see it." Sam was off on a tangent and wasn't going to listen to anyone else until he got everything off his chest. "What about Madison? Or Ruby or Amy? All of the crap that you gave me about them."
"Sam!"
"What?"
"You're wrong."
"Wrong about what?"
"She's not entirely a succubus, she's really only half."
"Does that matter?"
"Yes and no."
"But there's still some succubus in there."
"Yes."
"Then, we have to do something."
"We're not doing anything." Dean said. "At least, nothing bad."
"You are not thinking about this in the right mindset Dean." Sam told him.
"I'm sorry, I want to keep the woman I have feelings for safe?"
"Not if she's a monster."
"She's not a monster!" Dean said and walked over to their angel friend. "Cass, heal me."
"I, I can't do that." Cass said.
"Yes you can, now heal me."
"Dean, this is not something that can simply be healed, like your arm."
"I'm getting her back." Dean said as he grabbed his jacket. For some reason neither Sam, nor Cass, stopped Dean from walking out the door.
"Was that an overreaction?" Sam asked Cass.
"You did call her a monster." Cass answered. "Even I know that's bad."
"But Cass, we hunt things like her." Sam said. "Dean's always been so freaking adamant about that, we had to kill Madison and he killed Amy."
"Maybe this one can be different."
"How do you know?"
"Because, she's trying to be." Cass answered and disappeared.
Now Sam was the one in the hotel alone with his thoughts and he quickly realized that maybe he could've taken a more delicate approach instead of turning into a huge ass. While he stands by most of what he said and he doesn't know if he can trust Quinn ever again, he will be there for his brother.
The motel that Quinn was staying at was only about two small blocks down from theirs and it only took a few minutes for Dean to get there. Getting out of the car he realized that he didn't know exactly what room Quinn was in, but he's not above knocking on all of the doors until he finds the right one.
One door had a small note taped to the front. Inside in Quinn's hand writing it simply stated 'I'm here.' After a deep breath Dean knocked on the door. A tearful Quinn opened it, but smiled when she saw Dean standing in the doorway. Immediately she threw her arms around him and kissed him.
"I'm so sorry I didn't say anything."
"Don't worry about it." He said and kissed her again.(We've Got Tonight by Bob Seger)
In a steamy embrace they fell onto the bed. Knowing what Quinn was didn't seem to faze Dean, as long as she didn't kill him or purposefully hurt him, he didn't care. If she wanted to do any of that she would have by now, but he knows that this is something that she truly wants and it's something that he truly wants too. Just on the edge of sleep, Quinn rested her head on Dean's chest, this was the only place that either of them wanted to be.