AN Repeat: Aside from all the usual disclaimers... this story contains Extremely Explicit Violent and Sexual Content. (not wincest) The author in no way, shape or form condones violence to women. This story is written entirely for fictional and entertainment purposes only. You have been warned.
Also: Story is undergoing re-write at the moment, so updates may be sporatic and involve past chapters. This is just a sneak peak of what's coming... Thanks for feedback everyone who helped me figure out what's going on and who've stayed with the story this long.

"Dean, it's getting late. I don't know if she's coming," Sam said. They sat in the car, just down the road from the restaurant. Dean had decided if there was going to be a battle, they might as well go to it instead of waiting for it to come to them.

"Just a little longer," Dean answered, searching the streets for the Ferrari. Rose didn't have the amulet anymore, but he didn't doubt that she had some other way of finding them. If he could just get her back into the car….

Sam's eyelids fell as he fought off sleep. He hadn't rested since Rose, or the demon possessing Rose, had escaped from them.

Rose was tied, bound and gagged, to what looked like a giant sundial, outside and exposed, her arms and legs stretched to the edges of the cold metal altar beneath her. The darkness of the new moon made it difficult to see anything beyond the alter holding Rose. From the darkness, chanting could be heard as a figure came up to stand over her head, a sacrificial dagger in his hand.

The figure raised his arms up over his head and plunged the dagger into her stomach, dragging it slowly up her chest, slicing her open up to her breastbone. She didn't make a sound, but in the darkness surrounding them, a man's voice could be heard in a guttural scream as if he, too, were being carved open.

Sam was being held by both arms by dark figures, and no matter how hard he pulled he couldn't escape their grasp. Hearing the cries of his brother next to him, he turned his head away from Rose to see Dean's chest being split open before his eyes. He too was being held back, but as the knife carved into Rose's chest, something sliced through Dean's body and he slumped to the ground in a pool of blood.

Sam struggled against the creatures holding him again and turned back to Rose to see the dark figure raise the dagger a second time, this time slicing through the air and coming down across her throat in one smooth, swift motion. As the blade cut through Rose's neck, Sam felt cold steel slice across his own neck and blood pour down the back of his throat as he stared at the empty air in front of him.

Back in the car, Sam jolted awake, grasping for air, his hands grabbing at his throat. His sudden movements startled Dean, who had still been watching the restaurant. "Sam! Sam!" Dean shouted at him, grabbing Sam by the shoulder. Sam just looked back at him, wide-eyed, his hands still at his throat, his breaths coming in short rasping bursts. He couldn't speak for several minutes and when he finally did, all he said was, "Water."

Dean quickly pulled out the only water they had, one of their precious holy water vials and put it to Sam's lips, helping him drink. The cool liquid soothed Sam's throat, still burning from the feel of the blade and the taste of hot blood. He gasped, "Oh, God, Dean. I know where Rose is."

Dean tipped the vial back to Sam's lips. "It's okay, Sammy," he said. "Just take it easy." He sat back and waited. This was Sam's first vision since the one of Rose at the crossroads. Dean was unaware that Sam had stopped dreaming since he began sleeping next to her.

"She's at her grandmother's house, 20 minutes from here," Sam said. "I don't know how I know, but I know exactly where it is."

Dean reached his hand to the ignition to start up the car.

"No, Dean, we can't," Sam said, still catching his breath, the words coming out of him in short spurts. He looked at his brother, his eyes still wide with fear. "It's a trap. They're going to kill us…. all of us."

Dean just looked back at him, his hand still on the ignition. "Well, what are we supposed to do, Sammy?" he asked. "We can't just leave her there."

"I think I know a way," Sam replied, his voice and strength coming back to him. He swallowed hard and put his hand to his throat.

The brothers sat in the car at the end of a long stretch of deserted road looking down at the lights of the lone house. Sam looked up at the waning moon. They had at least three nights before his vision would come true. "I just hope this works, Dean," he said. "This could all still be a trap." He hadn't told Dean the entire vision and didn't intend to.

"Maybe," Dean said. "But if she's in there, we've got to get her out."

"What a noble sentiment," a voice said from outside the car. Dean turned to see Detective Lawrence and three other men standing next to him. "Don't even think about it." Lawrence said as Dean reached to pull the trigger on the gun under his jacket. He turned to see a shotgun in the passenger window against Sam's head. Slowly he raised his hands over his head, letting the pistol drop from his grip. Lawrence leaned into the window and took it from him. "I thought so," Lawrence said to him. "I was almost hoping you'd try something so that we could shoot you on the spot. Oh, well, this way is going to be so much more interesting."

Lawrence and his men guided Dean and Sam out of the car and marched them down the road to the house.

A few yards from the house, Lawrence pulled open an underground door and shoved Dean and Sam in with the point of his rifle. Moving down into the dark stairwell, they were met by flickering lights in a dark, damp cellar-like room with no windows. They were in an old fallout shelter. Three caged cells had been erected at the end of the room, two of them empty, the third holding a figure who appeared to be asleep. In the center of the room under the flickering, swinging light, Rose's body lay in a heap on the floor, unconscious and naked, her hair covering her face. She had been badly beaten and was covered in blood and bruises, with burn marks on her arms and thighs. She had gashes across her back that were red and whelped, looking like she had been whipped repeatedly.

Dean instinctively started towards her, only to be pushed back by the barrel of Lawrence's rifle. Lawrence motioned for them to move into the two empty cells, hitting Dean in the back of his knee with the butt of the gun when he didn't move from where he stood. Laughing at them as Dean fell to the ground, Lawrence dropped their arsenal of weapons on the table in the far corner as his men locked them into the cells.

Once the men had left the room, Dean and Sam both strained on the locked doors, Dean calling out to Rose, just a few feet away from them. He could hear her raspy breathing so he knew she was alive, but barely.

"I don't get it," Sam said, struggling with the door and hinges of the cell that held him. "I thought she was one of them now."

"I dunno either, Sammy," Dean said, struggling with his own cage. "But right now we've got to get out of here. We'll figure the rest out later."

Just then the doors above them slammed open again and a man came in and unlocked the door to the third cell, the one holding the sleeping figure. As he passed by Rose, he kicked her in the stomach, causing her to whimper in pain. "Feeding time," he said as he kicked her and then went to sit in front of the table where the boys' weapons were to watch.

From his vantage point in the middle cell, Dean watched as a black cloud came up out of the concrete floor and enveloped Rose so that momentarily she was completely enshrouded in it. It seemed to seep into every one of her pores and suddenly her head snapped up, her eyes the same deep, dark blue they had been when the first removed her ring. She crawled on all fours, like some kind of insect towards the open cell door, hissing at Dean as she went by him. He watched in shock as she turned the sleeping figure over and saw that the man's stomach had been ripped open, his intestines and organs spilling out of him. Dean's shock turned to nausea when Rose sank her head down into the man's guts and began gnawing hungrily at his insides. He tried to turn away, but couldn't, instead watching as she fed. A groan caught his attention and he looked from Rose to the man's face only to see his eyes darting back and forth, his head moving from side to side in pain. The man Rose was feeding on was still alive. Dean turned his head to see his brother wretching in the corner of his own cell. Dean just looked away and tried to shut the sounds of chomping, crunching and moaning out of his ears.

Grams came down the stairs into the shelter at the end of Rose's feeding frenzy, followed by four men. Rose scuttled over to her feet. Grams reached down and stroked Rose's hair like a pet. "Still feel like saving her?" Grams asked the brothers. "Now that you know what she really is?"