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Chapter 8
To say that Dean Winchester was relieved would be the biggest understatement of the entire century.
" Easy Sammy, just breathe." Soothed Dean and he rubbed the back of his brother's neck in even circled in an effort to ease the tension and maybe even reassure himself that Sam was alright.
The younger man was currently and thankfully still awake and sitting upright, his tall frame was haunched over with his back against the headboard with his headed bowed low, gasping and feeling just a tiny bit nauseous.
Once he'd caught most of his breath and the shock had worn off, Sam turned and looked up to see Dean's worried visage staring back at him.
" D-Dean... Dean what happened? What's going on?" Sam began asking, then the unpleasantness of earlier made it's lingering presence known.
" Oh man, what the hell is that smell? It fucking reeks." cried Sam as his slightly groggy hands instinctively went to cover his nose and mouth in a futile attempt to combat the obscene odor that still wafted through the room.
Dean winced in understanding sympathy before he answered his brother.
" That little brother, is the scent of Poor Man's smelling salt. Bobby used a jar of some foul-smelling shit to wake you up because you full on passed out on us man."
At these words, Sam felt his eyes grow wide not only from being told that he'd lost complete consciousness but also because his mind subsequently remembered the earth-shattering reason why he had passed out to begin with.
What he had read in that book of Demon Lore.
Vernificus Vernula Succubus, the Witch's Servant.
The description in the book had been a perfect match to the actual, nightmarish event that had happened to both him and Dean.
Amazingly, Sam dug deep within himself and pushed away the burgeoning thoughts of his discovery temporarily to the side and instead focus on his older brother sitting dutifully beside him with barely concealed worry etched into his face.
" Are you alright Dean?" Sam asked softly, and for a moment he felt his already thread-bare heart crack just a bit more because he knew for certain that in the very near future, things would most definitely be the farthest thing from alright, for him and for Dean.
" Am I alright? You're asking me if I'm alright? Dude, you're the one who keeled over and had to get woken back up with rotten fish just minutes ago. Though the concern is touching, I'm more interested in how you're doin' and to get whatever explanation I can outta you. So start talking." Said Dean in slight exasperation but still sending a no nonsense look his baby brother's way.
And so, with a small sigh and putting a tight clamp on the raging emotions inside him, Sam proceeded to spin up a serviceable explanation of simply feeling woozy and extra tired all of a sudden, maybe because he hadn't eaten enough this morning.
Dean felt a part of him feel skeptical at Sam's explanation, but most of him had to agree that with the way Sam's health had been so unstable these last two weeks and a couple days that maybe Sam's body had simply shorted out for a little bit from the physical tolls.
Sam felt a wave of relief flood through him as Dean was more or less satisfied by what he'd said.
Sam in turn asked Dean what had happened after he'd blacked out.
The younger Winchester felt embarrassed and a little bit guilty for more or less scaring the crap out of Dean and Bobby.
" Alright Sammy, you just stay in bed for a while and rest cause I don't want a repeat of what just happened, and I especially don't want Bobby to have to use his so called 'Smelling Salts' again, ever again." Said Dean with a small grimace of the still fresh memory and residual scent assaulting his mind, and his nose as he got up from Sam's bedside.
" But Dean, I'm alright I just-" Sam began, but a warning look from Dean silenced him.
Then he watched as Dean's eyes softened, as though conveying a silent plea.
Please, just stay in bed for my sake cause you scared the hell out of me and I'm worried about you Sammy
It was after that look that Sam slowly burrowed himself under the covers, but remained propped up against the headboard.
Dean sent his brother one final look of fake annoyance before he ducked out of the room, leaving his brother to his much needed rest.
Once again, Sam felt a phantom pain in his chest and a sting behind his eyes as his gaze lingered on the doorway Dean had disappeared through mere moments ago.
It was now, in the safety of solitude that Sam allowed anguish to wash over him as his mind recalled the words that had rendered him senseless with their devastating meaning.
This particular Succubus belongs to a breed of Succubi with supernatural abilities stemming from both Lust and Vengeance.
usually takes the form of a pale, dark haired woman with red, glowing eyes
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.
curse
Ingravesco
If the mistress is killed the Demon shall then seek out her mistress's murderer and exact this curse upon them
vengeance
one of the most terrible in the Demon world
not only one, but two victims who fall under
gender 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.
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
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.
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
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.
bear a child
bear a child
BEAR A CHILD
Sam screwed his eyes shut tightly and slid down the headboard until he was laying flat on the bed, curling up into an impossibly small ball, like a human armadillo.
The bedsheets twisted and formed a cocoon around him, until only the top of his chocolate brown haired head was visible.
" No, no, no, no. Oh my God please, no." Whispered Sam, a small strangled sob escaping him before he reached up and frcibly clamped a hand over his mouth.
But he did not move to hinder the torrents of warm salt gushing out from under his closed eye-lids.
While Sam was now silently allowing himself the luxury of breaking down, if only marginally, back downstairs in the living room, Bobby Singer found himself caught between a rock and a hard place.
The man's heart was still racing a mile a minute inside his chest.
But in true Bobby Singer fashion, he exuded a face of calmness and normality as he made small talk with Dean.
The oldest Winchester boy had come trudging down the stairs just as Bobby had finished reading the whole text on the Vernificus Vernula Succubus.
The whole information that the book provided made the situation all the more dire.
Both Winchester brothers were in grave danger, not only in the future but in the here and now as well.
As he sat in his living room with only one ear on what Dean was saying, Bobby was internally trying to figure out the best course of action.
With all that he know knew and deduced, what was he supposed to do? How was he going to deal with this absolutely unheard of situation?
If what he'd read in the book had any truth to it, lives were depending on him.
Three lives were depending on him.
Bobby sat there outwardly looking calm, but internally mulling over his thoughts and panicking just a bit.
Then, it hit him like a thousand ton weight to his head.
Sam.
Sam winchester was the key to somewhat defusing this potentially deadly, but most definitely devastating situation.
After he realized this, Bobby began trying to figure out the best way to take the first step.
The older man decided to first get full, irrevocable confirmation about what had happened from the one whom everything depended on.
" Man Bobby, Sam freaked me out big time today." Sighed Dean from where he sat on one of Bobby's ratty, effectively grabbing Bobby's full attention with his words.
Acting fast, Bobby made his move as he spoke.
" I'm right there with ya on that Dean, my back's still tingling from all the heavy lifting. Listen, I'm gonna head upstairs and maybe lay down for a bit." Said Bobby, feeling only a small pang of guilt for the lie as he rose to his feet.
Held inconspicuously under his arm as he walked out of his living room was the leather bound book that had started the whole day's drama.
" Have a nice nap old man." Called Dean with one of his signature cocky smirks lightly up his face as he switched on Bobby's TV set.
" Boy don't make me come over there and turn you over my knee." Growled Bobby, though there wasn't very much heat behind his words and also fighting back a smile of his own as he reached the stairs and disappeared up to the second floor, trudging up the steps in a show of fatigue to back up his earlier words of needing a small siesta.
But, once he reached the second floor, Bobby Singer shed the appearance of tiredness and was stealthily moving down the hallway towards the guest room and not his own bedroom.
As he neared the door to the guest room, Bobby felt his heart abate from it's pounding in anticipation and nervousness to twinge because his eyes caught the feint but still audible sounds of someone's hitched sob coming from inside.
" Damn, this is getting worse by the second." Thought Bobby, feeling a phantom pain lance through him before he steadied his nerve and ducked into the room.
Bobby paused just a few steps inside the room, his eyes having fallen on the little tuft of brown hair poking out from the lumpy and slightly quivering, sheet covered mass residing on the bed by the window.
Taking a deep breath, Bobby spoke.
" Sam, you alright boy?" He asked, watching as the mass went still.
Then Bobby caught the sounds of sniffling before the mass moved, the sheets falling away to reveal a pale young man as he sat up and over the side of the bed, haunching over with his back to Bobby.
Silence reigned throughout the room for what seemed like forever before a tear roughened voice spoke.
" Y-Yeah, yeah Bobby I'm alright."Said Sam without turning, not convincing at all.
" Of course you are boy, you and your brother are just fine and dandy." Thought Bobby with a small eye-roll.
With a sigh, Bobby slowly made his way over to the haunched over figure and took a seat beside Sam, noting how the younger man turned his face away from him as he did so, most likely hiding the tears.
Hesitantly, Bobby reached out his hand towards the youngest Winchester.
It came to rest over Sam's shoulder and when the younger man made no move to shrug it off, Bobby curled his fingers to grip the broad shoulder firmly but not too tightly.
" Sam, I found the book, I know about the Vernificus Vernula Succubus." He said softly.
Bobby was preparing for a complete breakdown, so it took him slightly aback when Sam's voice, hollow but altogether calm and quiet voice rang out.
"After we took care of the Witch in Illinois, me and Dean headed for the first motel we came across. We found one and checked in. Dean was really pissed at me for going the wrong way and almost getting us both killed that night. He was hurting from being thrown around so much, he didn't wanna talk to me so he called shower the second I was in the room. I unpacked and just, sat down on my bed and waited for Dean to get out of the bathroom so I could take a shower too. I was sitting with my back to the bathroom door, staring out the window when I felt this sudden, intense heat just spear my gut and then spread lower, it stayed hot for a few seconds and then it turned cold, like ice cold. Then the feeling was gone, I pulled up my shirt to see if there were any marks, but there was nothing. My stomach looked like it always did. I was about to yell for Dean, to help me cause I was... I was freaked. Before I could I..."
At this point, Sam trailed off as the memories of his suffering flooded his mind.
" And then what happened?" Asked Bobby softly but with urgency.
With a rattling breath and still no turning to face Bobby, Sam continued his tale.
" Like I said, I was gonna call out for Dean when, next thing I knew I couldn't breathe, then someone was yanking me back, clean off the bed. Then I'm flat on my back on the floor, completely winded. I try to suck in air and I realize that there's a hand wrapped tightly around my throat and that another hand was pinning my right arm against the carpet really hard. Then my legs were being forced apart. There were stars dancing across my eyes but when they cleared, I looked up to see who it was and..."
Once more, Sam trailed off, finding that his vocal cords were constricting, making it nearly impossible to speak. The youngest Winchester swallowed painfully and breathed deep, willing his throat to loosen as he continued, the need to finally divulge the truth out weighing the shame.
" I... I look up and I see Dean looming over me, staring all crazy except it's not him, his eyes, they had this deep red outline around them. He was... he was naked and kneeling between my legs. He let go of my right wrist and tightens the hand he had around my throat. Next thing I know, he started ripping my clothes off and tossing 'em all over the place and started... touching me."
"Oh my God Sam." Whispered a wide eyed Bobby, his unwavering grip on the younger man's shoulder unconsciously tightening into a death grip.
Sam still didn't turn and continued on.
" At first I started fighting back, but then I just stopped." He began when Bobby cut him off.
" Why didn't you keep fighting him Sam?" Asked Bobby, trying to keep the outrage out of his voice and focusing instead on just wanting to know why?
" He was possessed Bobby, Dean would never hurt me otherwise. He was just too strong and, he was all bruised up and bleeding from all the cuts he'd gotten when the Witch threw him around. He was bleeding all over me and I... I didn't want to try and kick him or push at him because I didn't want to hurt him further. I couldn't scream because then someone might have called the police on us. He's my brother Bobby, I didn't want to hurt him." Sobbed Sam softly as he finally lost the hollow, calm edge to his voice and let the misery pour out of him as he turned to face Bobby with fresh tears silently cascading down his face.
" Oh Sam." Gritted out Bobby, his own eyes welling with tears and his heart breaking in two for the boy sitting before him.
With a shaking breath Sam continued.
" When it was done, I think Dean passed out on top of me. I... I waited until he was completely out before I rolled out from under him. I got up and looked for my boxers, once I had them on I knew I had to take care of Dean. I went back over to him and I picked him up off the floor and put him on his bed. After that I went to the bathroom for a towel and the med-kit. I cleaned him up cause he was all bloody and patched up his wounds, thankfully he didn't wake up while I did it. After that I wrestled some sweats onto Dean and then went into the bathroom, took a shower to clean my self off and take care of... the bite-marks. When I can out, I say that there was a blood stain on the floor where me and Dean had been laying. I got dressed and got some bleach from under the bathroom sink, I used it to clean the stain. I guess I just collapsed onto my own bed after that and fell asleep. I woke up early the next morning and headed out to get breakfast, on the way I made a detour into the woods near the motel. I made a small fire and burned the towel and the pair of boxers I'd been wearing, they were both really bloody. After that I got breakfast and headed back to the motel. Dean gave me hell about the hunt but be didn't remember anything else."
Then Sam sighed deep, utterly drained from recounting what was probably the most traumatic experience of his life, and that was saying something considering all the shit he'd already been through in his life.
" Sam, I... Jesus this is all so fucked up." Swore Bobby softly before he focused his attention back to the youngest Winchester, remembering what he'd read in the book.
" Sam, did you read the entire text?" He asked urgently, holding up the book for Sam to see.
Sam flinched a little when his eyes fell on the book, but when Bobby's words registered, Sam found himself shaking his head.
No, he had passed out before he finished reading.
Bobby scrambled in opening the book to the exact page and handing it to Sam.
Sam hesitantly took the book and looked down to once again read the contents of the leather bound books.
His eyes skimmed over what he had already read and then focused on the words that came after /Bear and child/
The rest of the text on the Vernificus Vernula Succubus read as followed...
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 is imperative that the second victim reveal the truth to the first victim within a few days of the curse befalling them both.
If the second victim is male and does not speak within a week, the changes to his body brought on by the Ingravesco curse shall become permanent and they will hence forth be able to bear offspring for the rest of their days.
In addition, the first victim's life lays in the hands of the second victim. The touch on the Vernificus Vernula Succubus when she is exacting the Ingravesco is like a snake's fang. Her fingers release a slow acting but ultimately deadly chemical through the skin to skin contact. This chemical is a residual essence that if unnoticed will make the first victim literally drown in his own blood.
This will be the fatal outcome if the second victim does not tell the first victim that he is the sire within the first month of the pregnancy.
And the Second victim will not be able to abort the child because powerful magic protects it.
The purpose of this is simple, to take care of two inconveniences in one fell swoop.
The first victim will die if the second victim does not reveal the truth and with the first victim dealt with, the Vernificus Vernula Succubus shall then hunt down the second victim at the very end of their ninth month of gestating the offspring and rip the child from the second victim's womb, cutting them open while they are still alive.
The demon shall take the child and leave the second victim more or less a feast for the vermin and insects to decompose.
The Succubus wants the offspring regardless of whether it is female or male.
If the child is female, the Succubus shall bring her into the circle of Wiccan to that she will be raise in their ways and become the Succubus's new mistress.
If the child is male, the Succubus shall us him as a blood sacrifice to the Wiccan gods and use the pure blood to obtain even more power.
The only way to kill this succubus is through a vanquishing ritual.
Much like a demon, the Key of Solomon can trap her within it's confines. She will loose all her powers and be vulnerable.
To vanquish her, the succubus must first be stabbed through the heart with a knife dipped in the blood of both victims. This will paralyze her.
With that done, the Succubus's head must then be severed from her body and burned over a flame fed by the wood from a Kongeegen A.K.A King Oak tree while chanting the following incantation.
En nomen Sanctus everto quod suus infusco animus attero is pro immanitas trado in letalis universitas. In nomen Odin, intereo terribilis serpent.
In the name of the Holy, take this demon and smite its blackened soul destroy it for the heinous acts it has committed on the mortal world. In the name of Odin, die dreadful serpent.
This shall free the two victims of the Succubus and spare their offspring from a terrible fate, but only if action is taken as soon as possible.
Pale, clammy hands were shaking badly as they held the book this page belonged to.
While, terrified eyes stared down that the ink printed across the aged paper.
" Oh my god no." Whispered Sam, before he turned wide, beseeching eyes to Bobby.
" No." He moaned.
Bobby stared back at the anguished boy before him and found tears silently spilling from his own eyes as he reached out and gently cupped one of Sam's tear stained cheeks.
Sam leaned into the touch, soaking up the fatherly comfort Bobby was bestowing on him.
" You have to tell him Sammy." Said Bobby.
" I'm scared Bobby." Sobbed Sam.
" I know ya are boy, but you have to tell Dean or else..." Urged Bobby but then a knew voice cut him off.
" Tell me what?"
Both Bobby and Sam turned to where the voice had emanated from.
There standing in the doorway was Dean Winchester with a confused and curious expression on his face as he asked again.
" Tell me what Sammy?"