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Chapter 9
The breath rapidly expelled itself from Sam Winchester's lungs as he stared at his older sibling with eyes that had grown to the size of satellite dishes.
His lungs just stopped working, not even pulling in the tiniest morsel of air.
Dean Winchester stood near the guest room doorway, eying the tears and the fear radiating off of Sam with a growing worry bubbling in his stomach.
And Dean obviously noted the fact that Bobby Singer was taking a nap in his room like he'd said he'd be.
Catching sight of the tears that stained Bobby Singer's face served to amplify this feeling in Dean as he took a slow, careful step closer to the two people sitting over the side of the bed by the window.
" What going on? Why are you guys crying?" Asked Dean, any other time he'd add ' Like a pair of sissy old ladies' at the end of that question but, seeing how scared Sam look and how Bobby actually looked heart broken, Dean had the sinking feeling that now was not the time for joking.
Bobby quickly scrubbed at the wetness adorning his face as he spoke.
" Dean, you and Sam are in a hell of a lot of danger and there's something Sam has to tell you, this instant." He said gruffly, pinning Sam with a stern look when the younger man shook his head fearfully and trying to convey that he didn't want Bobby to say anything.
" Sam, you have to or... all three of you are as good as dead." Said Bobby as gently as he knew how, faltering a little at the mention of what he deduced was the reason why Sam Winchester's health had been fluctuating so badly.
These gently beseeching words from Bobby had Dean instantly at alert and flying to his brother's side sending out a full volley of questions.
" What the hell is Bobby talking about Sammy? What did he mean by saying 'all three of us'? What's goin' on, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick again? What's wrong Sammy?"
And at the very end of this verbal volley, Dean let his worry shine all the more brighter by all but begging his brother for answers.
" Please Sammy, tell me what it is, whatever it is, it'll be alright I promise just please, tell me."
The look on Dean's face had Sam biting back the urge to simply dissolve into the inconsolable despair clawing at him without mercy.
He turned away from Dean for a moment and stared intently at the floor between his feet.
Then, taking a deep rattling breath through his nostrils, Sam summoned up whatever courage was left in him and turned back around to face his worried and expectant older brother.
" Dean that... that hunt we finished two weeks ago, back in Illinois...Something...Something else happened that night, after we checked into the motel, something really, really bad." Sam started.
" What are you talking about, what else happened?" Asked Dean softly.
" Cause I don't remember anything else happening." He added.
" S-Something else attacked us that night Dean." Answered Sam, feeling a nearly overwhelming urge to bolt, to spare his brother from the truth and the devastation that would follow it.
As he warred with himself on whether to stay or to flee, Sam remembered the rest of the book's revelation.
If did not speak, Dean was a dead man.
Sam also realized that it had been more than two weeks since the Succubus's attack on them both, that it was too late to help himself, the changes to his own body now permanent because he'd remained silent out of shame and for what he thought was Dean's protection.
He had found the answers, but soon enough.
But, there was still time to save Dean from the Succubus's poison.
It had not been a full month, sure he'd found out that he was cutting it kinda close seeing as to how it was half a month already gone, there was still time.
With the urge to flee successfully quashed by the need to save his brother's life, Sam realized that he was still holding the leather bound book of Demon Lore in his hands.
" Sammy, what do you mean by that, what attacked us? Why don't I remember it? I would've remembered it. God Sammy, say something please!" Cried Dean as he quickly rounded the bed and stood before a seated Sam, his mind racing at this startling revelation.
" I researched it and, I figured out what it was that attacked us both Dean, it's here in this book." Said Sam, as he held the aforementioned item out to Dean.
Dean took the item with a gnawing feeling in his stomach, wondering just how bad the supernatural S.O.B. that only Sam had any memory of.
The older Winchester brother held the book up close and began reading the words printed in black ink over aging paper.
Sam and Bobby both watched in silence as Dean eyes rapidly moved from left to right over and over again like synchronized, deep green ping-pong balls.
They watched as these same eyes grew wider and wider with each second that passed by.
About, two minutes passed by before Dean finally looked up from the book with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Unfortunately, in his state of disbelief, Dean couldn't read the whole text, ironically like Sam had before him, Dean had stopped at the exact same words, those in regards to what the Ingravesco curse did to the body of any man unfortunate enough to fall under it's power, and what would happen there after.
Dean slammed the book shut and held it in his hands so tightly that his knuckles turned completely white and his fingers were more or less going to leave actual dents in the hard cover of the book.
Dean stood there with his feet more or less bolted to the floor, the words of the text he'd just read swirling around inside his head like a cyclone.
For an eternity, silence reigned over the entire house.
Dean stared at Sam.
Sam stared at Dean.
Bobby kept looking back and forth anxiously between the two brothers.
After several more impossibly long moments dragged by, Dean finally broke the silence.
" S-Sammy, what the hell is going on? What... What the fuck does all that shit I just read mean Sammy?" He asked very, very slowly, even though most of him was in sheer disbelief, a part of his subconscious figured out the truth already and was simply prolonging the inevitable truth that was about to crash down upon him.
Sam tore his gaze away from the barely veiled terror swimming amidst the myriad of other emotions swirling in Dean's eyes.
Fresh tears began flowing from Sam's eyes.
This was it, this was the climacteric moment between him and his brother.
This was it, if he did not speak now then he probably would not be able to speak again.
He couldn't let Dean die because of his fear, his weakness.
He couldn't let his brother die because of him, after all, in Sam's mind there was only one person he blamed for this entire fucked up situation.
Himself.
No, he couldn't let Dean die because of the mistake he had made during that night in Illinois that had served as the catalyst for where they were now.
With a barely stifled sob, Sam momentarily blinked back the tears threatening to drown him and turned back around to face his brother.
Releasing a shaky breath through his mouth, Sam looked up to meet Dean's frightened gaze and spoke what were the most difficult and nearly impossible words for him to say in the whole of his entire life.
And doing so, he was also waiting for Doomsday to commence the second he managed to pushed these words out of his mouth.
" It means that... I-it means that, that demon, the Vernificus Vernula Succubus attacked us both that same night, it used the Ingravesco curse on us, it possessed you and made you... H-hurt me and then made you forget about all of it. It did something to my body. It's why I've been so sick lately. It means that... that I-I'm pre-pregnant because of what the curse did and y-you're... You are the father of the... the baby that's inside of me."
Bobby's jaw dropped a little, despite knowing that what had just been said was coming. It still had him reeling to actually here the words, the soft confirmation of this earth-shattering event in the lives of the two boys he held dear to him.
When Sam's faltering voice faded with a tiny sob, silence, deep and thick enough to cut with a knife settled over the three men once again.
Hard belief that it only lasted a good three seconds, not centuries because the silence was inevitably shattered.
By an agonized scream.
" GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
Dean howled, his hands flying to his head, which felt like someone was forcibly driving multiple railroad stakes into his brain with their bare hands. The pain, the pain so bad, it made Dean's knees buckle to the floor as he kept on screaming out his distress while in the throws of pure agony
" Dean!" Yelled Sam, on his feet and at his brother's side.
Bobby too shot to his feet and was on Dean's other side, he and Sam gripping Dean to keep him from falling over completely.
Bobby was about to yell out in askance for what the hell was going on when Dean suddenly arched and threw his head back in another keen.
Then Dean's eyes suddenly flew open, the deep green of each iris outlined with a deep red.
Just like they had been that night Sam realized.
" Bobby, the poison's being expelled." Yelled Sam as he tightened his hold on Dean.
Bobby copied the movement and together with Sam, they watched as the red around Dean's eyes slowly began to glow.
Then Dean's entire body started violently shaking, the glowing red around his eyes steadily growing brighter and brighter with each second that passed.
Dean felt like he was dying with all the agony he was in, until he felt a churning sensation in his stomach and a bubbling sensation in his chest.
Everything felt molten hot as another scream burst out of his throat, this one louder and even more violent.
" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
A terrified Sam and an equally scared Bobby Singer watched in awe as a dark red mist suddenly exploded out of Dean's nose and mouth.
For second Sam thought that Dean had started bleeding out and drowning anyway, that he'd been too late even with knowing that it had only been two weeks and not yet a full month.
But then rationality kicked in, this was the Succubus's deadly, residual touch being expelled from his brother's body, not the death that it promised had it remained within Dean.
Sam and Bobby watched on in horrified fascination as the red mist finally stopped shooting out of Dean's mouth and nose like a geyser and rose up towards the ceiling in a swirling mass of demented vapor.
Then like smoke, the cloud of red simply disintegrated into nothing before there eyes.
But, Sam and Bobby did not have much time to keep their gazes linger on the ceiling as an utterly exhausted Dean doubled over, he would've have fallen face first onto the shaggy carpet had Sam not wrapped his arms around him and pulled his older brother against his chest and held him while he panted and heaved a few dry, hacking coughs.
As lay, all but dangling in Sam's arms, Dean let out a soft cry as for an instant his vision went white, as though a bolt of lightening had danced across his eyeballs.
Dean's eyes cleared just as quickly as they'd clouded over with white and when they did, the memories and the horrible truth he had been made to forget by the Ingravesco curse, came crashing down on his brain like the Niagara Falls.
He remembered what had first happened to him inside the bathroom, after he's finished taking a shower.
He'd just opened the kit with a soft click when he looked back up at his reflection in the mirror.
His heart had frozen to a dead halt within his chest because there had been a second reflection in the mirror besides his own.
A deathly pale woman with raven black hair, and her eyes were glowing blood red. She had smirked at him with evil and malice.
He'd realized that she was behind him and had whirled around in a futile effort to defend himself and instead he'd felt a searing heat being driven forcibly into his temples.
He couldn't yell, he could scream, everything was just alight with a white hot fire.
Then the woman was grinning and leaning in close to speak.
" Take him. You know you want to."
He tried to resist, to say 'no' but all he could do was gasp as the fire pulled him under and burned away his mind into madness.
He was tunneling into darkness, the fire ebbing away from him his being, leaving only numbness.
Then even the numbness faded, and Dean came back to the real world, somewhat.
When his mind cleared, he found that he could only think of one thing.
Sam.
Must have Sam.
Wrapping his fingers around the side of the door and slowly pulling it open to reveal the bedroom area of the motel room, zeroing in on the tall, mopey haired individual sitting on the bed by the window with his back to him.
Sam.
Must have Sam.
Must have that sweet flesh.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine, only mine.
Then he was moving, slowly passing over the threshold of the bathroom, stalking closer and closer to his unsuspecting object of desire.
He was standing behind Sam when he lashed out with his arms, snaking them around Sam's neck, most definitely cutting off the flow of air.
He felt his effectively trapped baby brother clawing at his arms in a futile attempt at fighting back and found it arousing to his desire.
Using all the power he could generate in his legs and his back to yank Sam backwards, clear off the bed.He easily used the momentum of the tumble onto the floor to his advantage.
Just seconds after they'd both hit he ground, he had one hand crushing Sam's wrist to the motel carpet and the other wrapped tightly around his brother's milky throat.
Sam's wide, terrified moss-green eyes staring up at him.
Sam's strained hiss of a voice.
D-Dean?
Dean, what are you doing?
Get off of me
The sounds of fabric being roughly torn filling his ears, mingling with Sam's horrified cries.
DEAN NO!
NO STOP IT!
GET OFF OF ME, GET OFF!
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!
OH MY GOD DEAN STOP!
The barrier that clothing provided disappearing, leaving only warm, naked skin against his own. Not being able to stop his hands from exploring the perfect flesh laid out before him.
Trembling hands desperately clawing back at him, before going still and slack.
The whole body beneath him going still and pliant, the fight completely draining out of it. A desperate whisper, a final plea for him to stop.
Dean please, don't do this, for God's sake don't do this, fight it, fight whatever is making you do this please.
A flash of heat lancing through his head at these words, not allowing them to deter him from what his body was aching with need for.
Instead, he's letting go of Sam's wrist and clamping his hand over his brother's mouth to stifle all further pleading.
Then with the same hand he's forcing Sam's head to turn to the side and into the carpet, making the sinews and veins pop under the skin of his long neck.
His mouth watering at the sight and he couldn't stand not being able to taste the forbidden fruit for one more moment. He leaned in with a small groan, his lips parted and teeth ready to sink themselves into warm, supple flesh.
MMMM!
A muffled sound of protest from Sam against his fingers, but he paid it no notice, to lost in the joy of biting, licking, and sucking.
His tongue trailing down Sam's neck seeking out one of the twin dusky brown buds that graced his brother's chest that cause more noise from Sam.
MMMMPH!... MMMM!... MMMMMMMMMM!
The world fading somewhat after that, the sensations of sinking into virgin tightness and heat.
His hand falling away from Sam's mouth.
Sam gasping for breath.
Sam's body responding to him.
Panting.
Low moans.
Soft sobs.
Rivers of salt pouring from moss-green eyes that were filled with pain.
The way Sam screamed as his own body reached it's climax.
D-Dea-AHHHHHHHHH!"
And then nothing as he succumbed to the pull of sleep.
It was the echoes of this scream that rang through Dean Winchester's ears as he left the motel room in his memory and came back to his current reality.
Breathing heavy, his lungs barely able to draw in air as realization began crashing down on him like an avalanche.
It also hit him that he was haunched over on his knees, pressed against a warm but slightly heaving chest, he could actually feel a heartbeat against his own upper arm. There were strong arms wrapped tightly around him, holding him up.
With his breath hitching, Dean dared to look up and see who he already knew was holding him.
Tearful moss-green eyes, much like the ones he'd seen in his mind mere second ago stared back at him.
" Dean?" Whispered Sam as he gazed at his brother.
Dean uncurled himself further and stood up onto his own two knees and out of Sam's arms, his face rapidly crumbling as he realized what he'd done to the little brother before him.
He had done those things to Sam.
He had violated his own baby brother.
And as his horror grew, he remembered the some the words Sam had spoken earlier.
Vernificus Vernula Succubus attacked us both that same night
used the Ingravesco curse on us,
it possessed you and made you... H-hurt me and then made you forget about all of it.
It did something to my body.
It's why I've been so sick lately.
It means that... that I-I'm pre-pregnant because of what the curse did and y-you're... You are the father of the... the baby that's inside of me.
You are the father of the... the baby that's inside of me.
You are the father of the... the baby that's inside of me.
the baby that's inside of me.
the baby that's inside of me.
" N-No... No... No... Oh my God.. Oh my God no... Whispered Dean, the color completely gone from his face and his eyes wide and tears were rolling rampant down his pale cheeks.
" Dean." Sobbed Sam, reaching out for his brother, but before his hand could touch, Dean was shooting to his feet with a full on scream.
" NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
And then he was bolting before Sam or Bobby could stop him.
Bolting from the room, screaming out his horror for all the world to hear.
" DEAN!" Yelled Sam before he too was on his feet and racing after his brother with Bobby at his side.
Sam knew had to stop Dean from where ever it was he was running to.
Where ever it was he was going.
Not just for himself, but for the life he was carrying.
His child.
Dean's child.