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, 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.

Sorry this is a bit later than I said, but I promise I'm trying to get better.

Now that all of that is over, please enjoy my story.

(Paint it Black by The Rolling Stones) It had been two weeks since Quinn left Dean and with her gone he was physically well in a matter of days, but emotionally he was in shreds. In typical Dean Winchester fashion he expressed his rage and general unhappiness through drinking and killing nearly every monster that they came in contact with. When Quinn left it angered him, not just because a woman walked out on him, but this is a woman that he really cared about. All he felt was fury and pain, feelings to which he is no stranger, but there was something different this time.

Quinn on the other hand was trying her best to live a low-profile life. She was living in the little town where she grew up with her parents. She had a menial career as a cashier at the local grocery store and work was the only thing that ever got her out of the house. With each day that passed she started to deteriorate a little bit more. It was a slow process, but between the dark circles in her eyes and the sunken in cheek bones, everyone in town began to assume the very worst. Eventually she even stopped going to work and decided on spending her remaining days in her parents' house.

Breathing in the crisp air, Quinn closed her eyes and let the sun soak into her pores, a sensation that she may only get to feel a few more times. Even though she left things with Dean in one of the worst possible ways, she was at peace and began to accept her ultimate fate. Engrossed in her own thoughts, Quinn didn't even realize that her mother had joined her out on the porch.

"So, are you finally ready to tell me what happened?"

"No." Quinn answered flatly without opening her eyes. Although her relationship with her parents is good, Quinn hadn't felt like explaining the situation; the wound was still too fresh.

"Quinn, honey, you are not looking good, you need to go out."

Quinn again flatly answered with a single word, "No."

"Why not?" Her mother asked, taking the chair next to her. "You don't have to do it often, but you can't go on forever like this, and if you don't do something soon you're going to die."

"Maybe that's for the best." Quinn answered and finally looked at her mother, who could see the pain in her daughter's eyes. "I just don't know how to keep on here without him."

"I see, it was a guy."

Quinn started to tear up, "I fell in love."

"Oh, Quinn." Her mother said gently, taking her daughter into her arms.

"He did too and we tried to make it work." Quinn answered and wiped the tears away from her eyes. "But then he got sick and hurt and I just couldn't stand by and watch it happen anymore."

"What did you do?"

"I left in the middle of the night." Quinn answered. "He's a hunter, so if I would've left with his knowledge he would've followed me."

A look of pure shock spread across her mother's face, "You fell in love with a hunter?"

"I helped them hunt down Blair." Quinn replied. "I had to kill her."

"Quinn!"

"She was killing people left and right mom, if didn't do it, Roxanne would have."

"Well…" Her mother said and briefly thought about the situation. "You are right about that."

"I just wish…" Quinn said and trailed off.

"What?"

"I wish I could be like you."

"Honey, they barely allowed me to change." Her mother said, knowing that this wasn't what Quinn wanted to hear. "There are strict rules, trust me, I asked everyone when you were a baby if they could change you, they all told me there was no way it would work."

"Why do we have so many freaking rules?" Quinn asked.

"Because that's the way things are, that's the way they have always been."

"I hate those stupid rules!" Quinn ran into the house and upstairs to her old room. She fell onto her bed and tried her hardest to keep from crying. At that moment the new cell phone on her bedside table started to ring. It was Roxanne, one of the few people who actually has this number. "Hey Roxanne."

"Quinn, I need your help." Roxanne said. "I have it on good authority that there's a rouge in my new city…"

Quinn stopped her, "Roxanne, I'm not working anymore."

"Do you know who I can call?" Roxanne asked. "I really do not want to move again."

"Actually." Quinn said, thinking for a moment. "I know exactly who you should call."

"Who?" Roxanne asked and the answer brought a smile to Quinn's face.

After days of coaxing, Sam finally got Dean to agree to take a break at home for a little while. Both were looking forward to homemade food, a nice shower, and clean sheets, but Dean never actually admitted this to Sam. Mere miles outside of their bunker, Dean's cell phone started to ring, and immediately they knew they weren't going home today.

Dean promptly pulled the phone from his pocket and when he saw it was an unknown number, he got excited because there's a chance that it could be Quinn, "Hello."

"Is this Dean Winchester?" A woman, who sounded nothing like Quinn, asked.

"Yeah, who wants to know?" Dean's abrupt request caught Sam's attention right away, because it was rather rude.

"Roxanne Loraine, I'm a friend of Quinn Gibson…"

Dean interrupted her, "Wait, you know Quinn?"

"Yes and she told me that if I ever needed help, I should talk to you."

Dean pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car, "What do you need?"

"There is a rouge in our city and he needs to be taken care of."

"Can't you do something about it?" By now Dean figured out that Roxanne is a succubus as well.

"A lady never gets her hands dirty."

"Fine, we'll check it out, where are you?"

"Lexington, Nebraska."

"It'll take a while, we'll call when we get there." Dean then hung up the phone and got back on the road.

"So, I'm guessing we're not going home." Sam said as Dean took an illegal U-turn to get to the other side of the highway.

"Nope, we got a call from Roxanne Loraine."

"You say that like I'm supposed to know who she is."

"She's Quinn's friend."

"Oh," Sam said, drawing the word out, "You think that if we help her she might help you."

"Actually I didn't, but now that you say it, this couldn't hurt."

"So, what are we looking for?"

"A rouge."

"Please tell me it's not the kind of rogue that I'm thinking of."

"She didn't say, but I think it's safe to assume that it is."

"Do you really think this is the best decision, I mean we had three people last time and we still had issues." Sam said, always the more concerned of the two. "You just got better, do you really want to risk getting hurt again?"

"I have to do it for her, Sammy."

"For who, Quinn?"

Unlike when Roxanne said it, hearing Sam say her name was like nails on a chalkboard and Dean winced at the sound, "At the very least maybe our paths will cross again."

"Is that why you've been taking every case that comes our way?" Since Quinn's disappearance, they really haven't talked about her and honestly, Sam has been too afraid to ask about her up until this point. He knew that in due time Dean would say something, but it had to be on his terms, but the cat is out of the bag now.

"Yeah, it happened once before and I figured that it could happen again."

"How do you know that she's still out there?"

"I don't, but I'm hoping that she is."

By the time they had reached Lexington it was the middle of the night and most everyone was asleep, Sam insisted on getting a motel room before meeting up with Roxanne, because even her kind need to rest and they have to as well. But as Sam slumbered in his bed, Dean's mind wouldn't slow down enough for him to even attempt to sleep. Since he had nothing better to do, he set up a meeting with Roxanne, who was surprisingly still up at three in the morning.

This new home wasn't as stately as the one in Cedar Rapids, but it was still quite the establishment. She did manage to move her staff from the old house to this one, because it's hard to find good help that can keep a secret and won't ask questions.

"Miss Loraine, there is a Mister Winchester to see you." The butler said as he walked into her study.

"Please, send him in." Dean walked into the room and even he was amazed at the mass amount of books lining the floor-to-ceiling shelves. "Good evening Mister Winchester."

"Call me Dean." He said and sat down in a chair across from Roxanne. "I was happy to find that you were still awake."

"Our kind, we are nocturnal creatures." She said with a grin. "Dean, we need your help."

"We'll help, but I have some questions that need answering." Maybe, just maybe, if he helps Roxanne with this, she'll break down and tell him where Quinn is.

"I will answer any questions you have to the best of my ability, as long as you make this a safe place for me and mine."

"Fine." This was then followed by a long silence as the two just starred at each other. "Tell me what you know about this thing."

"The situation is very similar to what was going on in Cedar Rapids, however these are all female, not male."

"So that means that it's an incubus."

"Precisely."

"How do you know it's a…what did you call it, a rogue?"

"Because there is no male colony here, just me and my girls."

"Are you sure it's one of them?"

"I have a detective friend here who has been sharing some more classified information." Roxanne said. "Everyone is aged and everyone had a necklace."

"A binding necklace?"

"Precisely and I am just as strict now as I was then, if not more so. There is something going on here and I need it to stop."

"Sam and I will get on this in the morning, it's too late to do anything now." Dean then got up to leave. "You know, this would be easier if we had Quinn."

"I'm sure it would."

"Is there any way that I could…?"

She stopped him right there, "No."

"Great," He said sarcastically, "Then I guess I'll head out."

"Do keep in touch, Mister Winchester." She called out as he left.

"Dean!" He said just loud enough for her to hear.

Sam was still sound asleep when Dean returned to the motel and he wouldn't know until that morning where Dean had been. Just as Dean's head hit the pillow, he was exhausted and drifted off to sleep in a matter of minutes. Most likely, it had something to do with knowing that Quinn is okay, even if he didn't see her, she had to have contacted Roxanne somehow. While it isn't the best situation, knowing that she's safe and alive is a weight off of Dean's shoulders, for the time being.

"Dean, wake up." Sam was trying his best to get his brother out of bed.

Dean rolled over so his back was to Sam, "Five more minutes."

"You've said that three times already, we have to get up and go see Roxanne."

"I already did that." Third time must have been the charm, because this is the most coherent Dean has been all morning.

"When?"

"Like three."

"Okay, but we still have to go talk to the police."

"You go talk to the police, I talked to Roxanne."

"I don't want to do this alone."

"Fine, fine I'm up." Dean sat up in bed. "You know the police are going to be there all day."

"Yes, but we don't want to have another victim on our hands because someone was lazy."

Though he was slow to do so, Dean got ready and left with Sam to see the police. The police station was somber, reason one being that no one had ever really seen murders this gory, nor at this magnitude before, and upon their arrival, Sam and Dean were informed that the former chief of police and lead detective on the case was killed the day after the first murder. Being that this is such a high profile case, Sam and Dean were sent straight to the new chief of police for a discussion.

"Hello, I'm agent Simmons and this is my partner, agent Stanley." Dean said. "We're here to investigate the rash of recent murders."

"Oh yeah, the serial killer."

"Serial killer?"

"Someone killed more than three people in the same manner, that's a serial killer." The chief of police answered. "Come on, you feds ought to know that."

Dean smiled, "We do, it's just…"

"It's a surprise to hear it." Sam finished.

"Yes, it is never an easy discussion to have."

"What can you tell us about the murders?"

"Each one of them was a single woman in town, most were killed in motel rooms, except for the last two."

"Where were they killed?" Dean asked.

"That's the most disturbing part." The chief answered. "An old funeral home that recently closed."

"Well, that's unsettling."

"Are any of the bodies available for us to see?" Sam asked.

"No, they have all been returned to family members."

"Any pictures? Just so we know what we're working with."

"Of course, I'll have the secretary make up some copies for you boys." He then got up and left Sam and Dean alone in the deathly silent office.

"No one ever calls these things serial killers." Dean whispered to his brother.

"Well, it's not incorrect."

"But no one ever says those words."

Sam shrugged, "Maybe they don't always make connections between cases."

"Matilda made those copies for you two." The police chief told them and handed over a manila envelope.

"Great, if anything comes up please call us." Dean said before they left the department.

"Will do, but I hope we don't have to."

"Yeah, same here." Sam said.

Standing at the door to the Impala, Dean looked to his younger brother, "Abandoned funeral home, that's creepy even for one of these things."

"You're right about that." Sam got in the car and Dean quickly followed. "You would think that if they're killing people in a funeral home, they would do something different with the bodies, instead of just leaving them there."

"Well, if it's a rule that they don't kill, maybe they're not sure what to do with bodies when they're done." Dean suggested, he starred off down the road with a furrowed brow. "Man, this would be so much easier if we could at least talk to Quinn."

"It would, but don't get your hopes up."

"I wasn't going to, but that does help, thank you Sam."

"I'm just trying to be realistic Dean."

"Well don't; if there is one thing in this entire world that I can be even remotely unrealistic about, it's her."

Their conversation stopped at that point, Sam didn't know what else to say and Dean wasn't going to listen. Not that there was anything to really talk about. Nothing that Sam could say would change Dean's mind and Dean would do what he had to with or without Sam, who knew that Dean wouldn't be safe without him.

From the outside the funeral home was unassuming, chances are a person wouldn't know this just by looking at it. Especially since there was no sign, but the address was the same one given to Sam and Dean by the chief of police. There were no vehicles nearby and a perimeter check proved that no windows or doors were open; if anyone was staying at the funeral home, they weren't there now. There was no activity in the house either, so their best chance would be a stakeout.

Now, it was still a bit too early for a true stakeout, so they decided to rest up and gather all the necessary supplies to catch the creature terrorizing the young women in this city. As the sun was beginning to set they were up and packing the Impala for the impending fight. Since these things tend to work at night, they just waited and hoped that he didn't kill his victims before getting to the funeral home, then they might be able to save one.

"Did you really mean what you said the other day?" Sam asked as they watched the doors to the funeral home.

"I said a lot of things the other day, you'll have to be more specific."

"That you haven't felt this way about another woman since Lisa."

Dean remembered saying that, but to hear it now is pouring salt into an open wound, "Yes, I did mean it."

Slowly a dark car with tinted windows drove by the Impala.

"Do you love her?"

The question didn't seem to get to Dean, who was fixated on the car as it passed, "Huh?"

"Do you love her?"

Dean watched the car try to stealthily pull behind the funeral home, "No time, looks like we got our guy."

Behind the funeral home they found the car that passed by, but no one was inside. The backdoor was unlocked, so the brothers let themselves into the deathly silent funeral home. There had to be at least one person in here, because there were lights on in the home that was dark all day. However there was no sound anyway, no screams, nothing crashing to the ground, not even any inappropriate noises that accompany two people in the throes of passion.

Upon reaching the basement they could hear a faint muffled sound. In the old embalming room they found a woman taped to the table, still alive, with duct tape covering her mouth, preventing her speech. She was breathing heavily through her nose and her eyes were wide and filled with fear.

"Sam, cover me, I'm going to free her." Dean approached the woman with caution. First thing he did was rip the tape off of her mouth. "My name is Dean, I'm here to help."

"He's still here, he's still here." She mumbled to herself.

"Who's still here?"

"He's still here, he's still here."

"Where is he?" Dean's eyes darted around the room, but he could only pick out Sam.

"Here…he's still here."

"Alright, we're going to get you out." Dean pulled out his knife and cut along the tape holding her to the table. Instead of jumping off of the table, as Dean thought she would, the woman hoped down and cowered underneath it. "You have to get out of here, we know what to do about him."

"I can't, he's still here."

"Sam, get her out of here."

"Are you sure?"

"I can take care of myself, go!"

Sam ran over and grabbed the woman, he basically had to carry her out of the room, she was that terrified. Now Dean was alone, but he was angry enough to take whatever comes his way and make sure that it never crosses his path again. Out of shadows stepped a man that spoke with earlier, the chief of police.

"Well, this is unexpected." Dean said as the man moved towards him.

"Yes, I was told that you two were quick, but I wasn't expecting that."

Dean put the pieces of the puzzle together quickly, "You killed the last police chief, didn't you?"

"No, but I made a deal, they get rid of the police chief and get me a position of power, give me some special abilities that make me irresistible to women, and all I had to do was draw you and your brother to this little city."

None of that made sense, from what Dean understood, incubuses are born, not made through some sort of deal. If this chief of police thinks he's an incubus, he has been tricked by someone. There is no way that this guy is truly an incubus, which can only mean one thing, he's a demon.

Slowly drawing his knife from inside his jacket, Dean walked towards the chief, "What are you, chief?"

"The name's Stan and I'm an incubus." He smiled and turned his eyes, which should have been red, but they were entirely black.

With his knowledge, Dean had the upper hand and he forced Stan up against the wall and put the blade to his throat, "Who's been helping you?"

"You think you can hurt me?" Stan asked.

"I know I can hurt you, I've hurt your kind before."

"You've only encounter one of my kind and she was killed by someone else."

"How do you know about that?"

Stan smiled, "There's a storm coming Winchester."

Filled with fury, Dean stabbed Stan in the heart, killing both the demon and vessel. Walking back into the room, Sam saw his brother sitting next to the body deep in thought. When he got closer he saw part of Stan's shirt lifted up, there was an old wound right near his diaphragm that hadn't healed. If he were alive, it would have killed him.

"He thought he was an incubus, but he was possessed by a demon." Dean told Sam.

"But, how did this all work?"

"I couldn't tell you, but we have to get rid of this body."

"Well, I can think of one way to do it." Sam said and looked over towards the crematory.

Together they moved the body of the dead police chief into the furnace and turned it on. Instead of waiting for the furnace to do its work, they turned it up and waited for the fire to engulf the entire establishment. Before the fire could move into the floors above the basement, Dean drove off with the strange woman in the backseat. By this point she had regained enough of her faculties to tell them where she lived, they dropped her off and went to visit Roxanne, let her know what happened.

"Did that all seem too easy to you?" Sam asked as they drove away from the woman's home.

"Yes, yes it did." Dean answered.

Per the norm, Roxanne was awake when someone needed to have a meeting with her at three in the morning. They recounted the entire story from the moment that Dean left. Making sure to mention that it was not in fact a rouge incubus in her midst, but rather a confused man who was overtaken by a demon.

"So, that's it then?" She asked as the end of the story.

"That's it." Dean answered.

"But everything told me it was an incubus."

"We were thinking the same thing, until I saw his eyes go black." Dean answered. "But whoever made this deal with him knows about everything and we don't know how."

"Do you think it's safe for us?"

"We couldn't tell you."

"Why not just move to a bigger city?" Sam asked. "I'm sure people are less likely to notice you there."

"But it is also harder to track people and keep the good ones in line." Roxanne answered. "I can't imagine what I am going to tell the girls."

"Tell them the truth and to keep a low profile." Dean answered. "There's a string of murders and two dead police chiefs, they're going to be watching everything, especially new people."

Roxanne sighed, "Thank you both for your help."

"You're welcome. If anything else comes up, don't hesitate to give us a call." Dean said.

"What about your questions?" Roxanne asked.

"I think maybe it's better if I don't know." Honestly, he just wants to know where Quinn is and he knew that Roxanne would never give him that information, even if she knew of Quinn's whereabouts.

"I'll tell Quinn that I saw you."

Dean nodded and then got up to leave, "Ready to go Sam?"

"Give me a minute, I want to talk to Roxanne."

"Alright, 'll be waiting in the car." Dean said and walked out.

"What do you want to know?" Roxanne asked when Dean was out the door.

"It's about Quinn…" Sam answered with some hesitation. "Do you think she meant to hurt Dean? Drain him purposefully?"

"No, not Quinn. She would never intentionally hurt someone." Roxanne leaned back in her chair. "I have known Quinn her whole life and her mother for as long as I can recall, this is never the life that either of them wanted."

"Is there really a chance that she could become human?"

"Her mother did, so it certainly is possible, but the probability is…questionable."

"But it could happen?"

"Of course it could."

"Thanks Roxanne."

"No, thank you Sam."

Sam let and joined his brother in the Impala. Neither one spoke, again. For once they were both thinking about how they could possibly get Quinn back, but neither one was coming up with any good ideas. Of course, not knowing where she is or how to directly contact her didn't help. The short trip back to the motel was a long drive and Dean passed out when he got back to the motel.

With his brother unconscious, Sam decided to see if there was any possible way that he could track down Quinn. Shortly before the sun was about to rise, he went out to the vending machine to grab a cold drink. Just as he was putting his change into the coin slot, a needle jabs him in the neck and he collapses onto the ground.

Okay, I was a bit premature last time, these next few chapters are going to be good, if not the best. I have been writing and editing this part of the story for a while now. This is the part that I am very excited to share and am hoping to get the next chapter up in a couple days.