Well, I'm baaack! I apologize for the VERY long delay in writing this story. But now that I've finished grad school, I have time to devote to writing fiction again. I am really enjoying this season of Supernatural and I find that my storyline in this "Mary's Baby" series can dovetail into the current season pretty easily. I'm glad that Lilith is the baddy in both worlds. :-)
"Dean?" Sam's eyes shot open at Ellen's worried and urgent tone. His head was still
pounding, and the morning sunlight assaulted his eyes even further. Through half-mast lids he saw his brother sway beside him. Sam forced his own, substantial pain down and moved to wrap an arm around his brother's shoulders to steady him. Dean was pale; a sheen of sweat covered his face, his eyes unfocused.
"Dean! Talk to me, man. What's wrong?"
As soon as Sam touched him, Dean's vertigo kicked into overdrive, and he could feel himself falling into a vortex, his vision graying out into a narrowing shutter of darkness.
Sam clung to Dean as his brother lost consciousness and sagged limply against him. He lowered Dean gently to the floor. As he did, the pain in his own head exploded and he heard himself scream in agony before he fell beside Dean's unmoving form.
Ellen gaped in horror as she watched both Winchester boys go down – and stay down –sprawled motionless at her feet. Jo stood nearby, an almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Ellen looked at her daughter with panicked eyes and then back down to the boys, fear momentarily paralyzing her.
"My god Jo, what's happening to them?" When she didn't receive a reply she looked at her daughter again. Jo was smiling broadly. Ellen frowned at the girl's inappropriate reaction. "Jo? What the hell . . . ?" The older woman gasped and her heart jumped in her chest as she saw her daughter's eyes turn a vibrant yellow. Before she could react, the demon grabbed Ellen's head and held it in her hands in a vise-like grip.
"Hell is right, bitch. See you there." The girl's eyes transformed again, turning an opaque silver as she effortlessly snapped the older woman's neck. Lilith released Ellen with a shove that sent her body into a lifeless heap beside the brothers. With a satisfied sigh, the demon casually sat on a bar stool and looked down admiringly at the brothers. "Alone at last," she purred contentedly. She nudged Sam with her foot.
"Wakey, wakey grandson. You need to get up now. Your half-brother and I have some unfinished business and I can no longer wait to unite with him. To turn him."
Lilith turned her attention to Dean. She moved to kneel by his side and began to caress his face, admiring the angles of his face, the smooth skin. "My desire for him is unlike any other. He has such beauty. Perhaps because making him mine will be such sweet victory. It will indeed be a pleasure to know you are watching as I take him."
Lilith fell quiet for a second and she grimaced and stood up, her tone turning from wistful to angry. "He must be punished for killing my grandchildren, your half brother and sister. And you have to be punished for your insolence, Sam. You should consider yourself very fortunate that I am willing to give you another chance."
The demon was silent again and tilted her head, her vacant silver eyes scrutinizing Sam. When she spoke, her voice was gentle. "You have your grandfather's intensity; so much of my Samael in you. What a waste if you will not follow him – follow me." Lilith frowned at her grandson's supine form. Her patience depleted, she reached out her open hand and hefted a small charge of energy into Sam's torso.
Sam stirred, pain slamming into him as his awareness returned. He groaned, slowly opening his eyes.
"There you are. It's about time, grandson." Lilith stood up and moved directly into Sam's line of vision. She smiled as she saw the recognition and fear in his eyes. "It is finally time for you to realize your true calling."
Adrenaline flooding his bloodstream at the sight of Lilith, Sam's pain dissipated and he sat bolt upright, remembering everything that had happened earlier. Dean! Fear pierced his heart when he saw his brother's still form, and he quickly reached out to touch him. He was stopped by a force that pushed him back several feet.
"I wouldn't do that if I where you, Sam. It wouldn't be good for either one of you."
"You bitch! What have you done to him?" Sam could feel the familiar rage building inside of him, but he didn't care. He wasn't going to let Lilith hurt his brother, even if it meant losing himself to his dark powers. But Dean wore the amulet. They now knew it held white magic. She couldn't hurt us now, could she?
He looked at Dean. His brother wasn't moving, and Lilith was kneeling beside him. She picked up the amulet from where it lay on Dean's chest and grasped it in her hand. She closed her eyes and arched her back, laughing and making sounds that Sam could only describe as moans of pleasure. She appeared to be in ecstasy as she held it. She looked at Sam with her clouded eyes.
"I wouldn't worry about that right now, I'd be more concerned by what I'm about to do to him," Lilith cooed, a smarmy smile forming as she anticipated all the methods she would use to turn Dean Winchester into her prized incubus.