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Chapter 6
Sam Winchester felt his heart pounding inside his chest cavity with the force of a pulsing sonic wave, like from those really loud stereo system speakers some people have installed in their cars.
The youngest Winchester was currently standing at the top on the stairs in Bobby's house with his laptop in hand.
It had been two days since he and Dean had arrived at their long time friend and mentor's house.
For Sam, it had been two days of relative peace, no cramps, or nausea in the morning.
But it was only physical peace, his mind and soul were still stressed to the maximum level with all that he was hiding.
Right now, Sam stood biting at his lower lip trying to steady thread-bare nerves and bring himself to go downstairs to Bobby's living room, where all the books and other research materials were located.
Amidst all the nervousness he was feeling, Sam knew that at the very least, he didn't have to worry about running into Dean when he got downstairs.
His brother wasn't in the house because Bobby had sent Dean into town on an errand to go pick up a new car part order that had just arrived.
So that was one less thing to worry too much about.
However, Sam knew that Bobby was still here.
If he'd had his way, Sam would've waited for Bobby to head outside to the yard and then set about his search but, he'd have run the risk of having Dean coming back soon and he did need to ask Bobby if he could use the numerous texts the older man had by accumulation.
So, drawing in a deep breath into his lungs, Sam squared his shoulders in an effort to look like his usually calm self and forced his legs to move, methodically climbing down the stairs at a regular gate.
Once he reached the first floor and battled back the urge to turn around and run back up the stair and go lock himself in the bathroom and maybe take another shower.
He quietly made his way towards the open, paper strewn room, his eyes momentarily looking up to glance at the Key of Solomon painted on the ceiling.
Then his eyes rolled back down to eye the living room in it's entirety and he felt his heart freeze for a spit second because Bobby Singer was sitting at the desk, pawing through some papers.
Swallowing nervously, Sam licked his suddenly dry lips before parting them to speak.
" Hey Bobby." He began, silently glad beyond words that he managed to sound casual and collected.
Bobby instantly looked up from the papers in his hands and pivoted in his seat to acknowledge the greeting.
" Oh, hey Sam. How ya feelin' boy?" Asked Bobby the second his eyes fell on the tall young man standing in the doorway of his living room.
" I'm feeling normal, fine actually for a change." Said Sam with an easy smile, his first easy smile in quiet a while.
It was a smile Bobby returned as he spoke.
" Well that's good, you ain't heavin' your guts out like your brother said you've been doin' the last couple of days. And I see you got your laptop with you, so it's safe to assume you are itchin' to do something pertaining to research." Said a still smiling Bobby with a quirked eyebrow and a knowing look.
" Good old Bobby." Thought Sam as he ducked his head and nodded with a small grin.
Bobby was quiet pleased to see those famous dimples out and about but all too soon they were disappearing as Sam stepped into the living room and made his way over to one of the other cluttered tables in the room, the one by the wall.
He set his laptop down on one of the sparse empty areas on the table and then bent down to plug the power cable into the outlet underneath the table.
As he waited for his computer to boot up, Sam silently made his way over to the on of the completely filled up bookshelves near the table, with his back to Bobby, Sam spoke and in doing so took the first and hardest step towards secretly finding out what the hell had happened to him.
" Hey Bobby, do you have any books on possession and that kind of stuff?" Asked Sam, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans as he turned, keeping Bobby from seeing how they had started trembling.
" Sure, I have a few texts on that but why brought this up I mean, isn't that sort of a touchy subject?" Asked Bobby in return.
The way Sam flinched just a tiny bit was not lost on Bobby as he eyed the youngest Winchester.
Sam shrugged and tried to rebuild hold up the act of casual and calm.
" Ah, just interested and wanting to refresh my ways of prevention, so where are these texts I can look at?" Asked Sam.
" Oh, they should be around here somewhere in one of them shelfs, c'mon I'll help ya dig'em out." Said Bobby as he got up from his seat.
Sam nodded and followed Bobby over to one of the other bookshelves.
As they set about looking at the many books on Demon Lore, Sam discreetly started asking more detailed questions like...
" Hey Bobby, do you know of any demons with red eyes?"
" Do you have anything on Lust Demons maybe? Cause I hear those can be really nasty ones if they get a hold of you."
And so, Sam kept on asking his questions and hoping Bobby 's suspicions didn't get raised.
Once the older man had supplied him with a heavy arm full of thick leather bound books, Sam thanked Bobby and quickly made his way back over to the table where his laptop was resting, eager to set about sifting through the pile of research material he'd accumulated, hoping to find something, any kind of demonic entity with abilities that fit the description of what had happened to him and to Dean.
All the while as he did this, Sam didn't notice that his hope of keeping Bobby Singer oblivious was dashed, the older man stood by the bookshelf eying the youngest Winchester where he sat at the cluttered table alternating between flipping through and book and looking at the screen of his laptop.
In his gut, Bobby could feel that something was off here and that the young man in his company most certainly had ulterior motives for wanting to know about Red-Eyed Lust Demons.
Bobby Singer would have stopped calling himself a hunter of all things supernatural and hung up his baseball cap if he hadn't put two and two together from all the 'just wanna know for the sake of knowing' questions Sam had been asking him.
The older man knew that if Sam was being secretive and not letting him in on what was really going on, then it had to be something pretty bad.
Feeling the beginnings of full on worry, the gears and cogwheels inside Bobby's head started turning, trying to come up with the best course of action to try and get answers as to what Sam's real motives were.
And Singer hoped that he got to the bottom of things soon because the man had a sinking feeling that Sam's sudden interest in this particular brand of Demons and the way the young man's health was fluctuating were connected to each other in some way and not mere coincidence.
Meanwhile, in the town not too far from Bobby's residence...
" Thanks again, I'm sure Bobby'll be happy to finally see this fine gem." Called out Dean over his shoulder to the young guy behind the counter of the Auto-Parts Shop before pushing the glass door open with his foot and stepping out into the chilly mid-morning air.
Held tightly in his hands was the moderately heavy, medium sized cardboard box that was Bobby Singer's eager awaited package.
Dean swiftly made his way to the back of the Impala, balancing the box against his body and one arm as he used the hand he'd freed to pop the trunk.
He deftly deposited his burden into the trunk and shut it as fast as he could so no one got a good glance at the arsenal stashed there.
Then Dean was all but diving inside the Impala, both because he wanted a reprieve from the cold which his baby could provide and because he was eager to get back to Bobby's.
With a low rumble, the Impala came to life and was smoothly pulling away from the sidewalk in front of the Auto-Parts Shop and making a U-turn to head back out of town.
As he cruised over the road back to Bobby's, Dean's mind drifted almost instinctively to a certain younger sibling of his.
Dean immediately felt a small spike of worry go through him as he remembered how rough the last couple of weeks had been for his baby brother.
And he hoped that when he got back to Bobby's, Sam would be more or less alright and not doubled over in pain or in the process of loud regurgitation.
As his mind continued to be focused on Sam, it began drifting off to the realm of weird and maybe just a little bit alarming.
His mind began to thing of things like how Sam's eyes were so deep and held a timeless innocence within the twin moss-green pools.
How whenever Sam smiled one of his full on grins complete with those dimples it made something in Dean feel like he could soar.
How Sam's skin was always so bronzed and sun-kissed over a well-built body, so smooth, so perfect.
And how those long, almost endless legs rose up until they met that fine, perfectly toned and shaped ass and...
Then, Dean was all but flying forward into the Impala's steering wheel as his foot all but flattened the breaks, bringing the car to a screeching halt in the middle of the road.
His hands were white-knuckled in their gripping of the steering wheel.
" Holy Shit where the hell did all that come from?" Thought Dean, and indeed he desperately did want to know just where thoughts of his baby brother's rear-end entered his mind.
Feeling very shaken and much to his horror he also noticed a certain uncomfortable feeling in his lab, his jeans feeling just a tiny bit too snug at the moment.
Dean screwed his eyes shut tightly and breathed deep through his nostrils, clearing his mind and focusing on every single unpleasant thing he'd ever seen in his life, mainly as many fugly supernatural creatures as he could remember.
And to Dean's rescue, there was indeed a rather long list to choose from that spanned a good two decades and then some.
To the young man's relief, this method was slowly but surely taking care of his rather embarrassing and come out of left field predicament Dean had found himself in.
When Dean was sure that his body had... completely calmed down, he his the accelerator and gunned the engine, now speeding over the road back to Bobby's because quite frankly, he was freaked as hell.
And above that, he was still worried about Sam, though he did his best not to think about his baby brother too much considering what he'd just been through.
And so, the sleek black car continued on it way back to Bobby Singer's.
Meanwhile, back at the aforementioned residence...
Deep, moss-green eyes grew impossibly wide as they stared down at the yellowed, well-worn page of the leather bound book of Demon Lore that was being held open before them.
The reason for Sam's silently distressed state was what written in ink over the aging paper.
The moment he had read these words and their meaning had registered in his mind, Sam knew that had finally found the answers he'd desperately been searching for.
Only now, Sam wished that he hadn't found the truth.
The text itself read as follows:
Verneficus Vernula Succubus A.K.A. The Witch's Servant
This particular Succubus belongs to a breed of Succubi with supernatural abilities stemming from both Lust and Vengeance. Originating from the Scandinavian regions, this Demon usually takes the form of a pale, dark haired woman with red, glowing eyes. Like it is aptly named, this Demon lives with the sole purpose to serve Wiccan, with a particular preference for those Witches who are particularly filled with cruelty and malice.
Though this Demonic being had many abilities and curses, there is one curse that stands paramount to all others.
This curse is called the " Ingravesco."
If ever a Vernificus Vernula Succubus's mistress is killed, the Demon shall then seek out her mistress's murderer and exact this curse upon them as it's vengeance.
What makes this curse one of the most terrible in the Demon world is that there is not only one, but two victims who fall under it and the genders of the victims does not pose any kind of barrier to this curse whatsoever.
In it's first victim, the curse will awaken desire and shall drive the individual nearly mad with lust. The curse will then seek out a second victim, any soul within close proximity to the first victim or someone specifically targeted by the Succubus. The curse shall ripen the second victims body be it a woman or a man.
The first victim will have no choice but to be drawn to the second victim and give in to the instinctive, primal urges bought about by the curse.
As a result whoever the second victim is shall find themselves impregnated with the offspring of the one who violates them under the throws of the Vernificus Vernula Succubus's curse.
When the act of violation has been carried out, the first victim shall loose all memory of the event and will only have full recollection if the second victim names them as the sire of their progeny.
If by some misfortune the second victim is a male the curse shall endow him with the necessary bodily organs and they will be able to bear a child.
It was here that Sam Winchester had stopped reading, unable to continue any further.
For what seemed like hours, Sam sat there in a numb stupor.
Then in all it's terrible entirety, this colossal revelation was hitting him like a freight train at full speed and with full force.
The heavy book slid free from boneless fingers, falling down through the air before landing open on the floor of Bobby's living room with a hollow thud.
The sound was amplified as it reverberated through Sam's ears drums as he stared unseeing at the wall.
Sam distantly heard the sound of someone calling out his name.
Bobby.
It had to be Bobby.
Sam couldn't bring himself to acknowledge the older man.
The only thing going through his shell-shocked mind was " No, it can't be true, it can't be what happened, it can't be right."
Then, a low buzzing filled his ears and then spread a peculiar humming sensation throughout his entire body.
Suddenly, his head began to feel light, dizzy almost.
And before he knew it, Sam's vision was tunneling into blackness as consciousness rapidly left him.
Bobby Singer, who'd been standing just a foot away beside the young man watched in stunned horror as Sam's eyes rolled up into the back of his head and his body lost all tension.
Acting fast, Bobby dove forward just as Sam tipped over, fully in the motions of falling much like the book he'd been holding earlier.
However, unlike the book Sam Winchester didn't not end up on the floor, instead he lay with the lower half of his body still in the chair and his upper half hanging boneless in the arms of Bobby Singer, all but on top of the older man.
Completely and totally out like a light.
" Oh Jesus S-Sam?! Sam can you hear me boy?!" Yelled a stunned and all but terrified Bobby Singer as carefully pulled the unconscious young man's lower half out of the chair and eased it to the floor while tightly holding onto Sam's upper half.
Bobby quickly cradled Sam's head in the crook of his arm as began urgently tapping at the boy's cheek in a futile effort to rouse him.
" Sam! SAM WAKE UP!!" Yelled Bobby, also resorting to lightly shaking the young man in his arms.
But Sam remained unresponsive to all efforts made to bring him back to the world of the conscious.
Just as Bobby was about to yell some more, a feint, low rumbling sound caught his ears.
The sound was growing louder and louder in volume with each passing second and it was coming from outside.
The Impala.
Dean.