Dean leaned on the window and closed his eyes against his throbbing migraine and moaned when Sam cleared his throat. He opened one eye and it took a moment for him to actually make out where Sam was, even though they were right next to each other in the Impala.

"So… uhm…" Sam started quietly, knowing Dean's head hurt for some reason.

"What?" Dean asked grumpily, closing his eyes again and rubbing them with his thumb and index finger.

"About last night…" Dean could practically hear the gears grinding in Sam's head as he tried to come up with the right words. Dean turned in the seat and squinted, wanting to actually watch as Sam worked out what he wanted to say.

"What about last night? Come on, spit it out, Sammy." Dean said loudly.

"Dean I just… after what happened with the demon and with what was going on last night, as your younger sibling, as your brother…" Dean shifted uncomfortably in his seat and looked out into the white fog of the early morning, staring at the yellow lines of the pavement.

"Sam, beating around the bush." Dean raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips, completely having lost where his brother was going with this.

"I don't know if the demon was the first time you have been with a man or not so I'm just assuming it was, but it might not of been and I wanted you to know it's not supposed to hurt like that and I wanted to make sure Cas didn't hurt you last night." Sam let everything just run out of his mouth in one long run on sentence, obviously afraid he wouldn't get it all out, between Dean's snippy commentary and his own mind freaking him out. He kneaded the wheel as he drove and didn't look over at Dean's utterly shocked face.

"Pull over. Pull the damn car over." Dean shouted, filling the whole cab space with his voice.

"I-I…" Sam stuttered but Dean cut him off loudly.

"Pull the damn car over, Sam." Dean commanded. Sam winced and slowed the Impala, ready for the onslaught his brother was about to deal. He turned off the vehicle and stared at the water droplets collecting on the windshield.

"Dean, I…" He whispered but Dean cut him off.

"Nothing happened last night. Nothing, Sam. We kissed… then we talked. That's it…" Dean's anger was ebbing away now and he licked his lips, biting slightly at the chapping of his lower lip as he sighed loudly, "But… Thank you for worrying…" He added before opening the door and stepping out into the cool air, pulling his leather jacket tight around him. He tried to use the breathing techniques Sam had taught him a while back when the panic attacks had started but right now there was no reason for him to be having an attack at all.

He turned around and leaned his arms on the roof of the car as Sam slowly stood up and did the same, " I didn't mean to… upset you…" Sam whispered, "I didn't want to bring it up but…" Dean lifted his hand and nodded, taking a deep breath before starting.

"I'm okay, actually better than okay now. We talked. " Dean shrugged, " So, you can… stop worrying about that." Dean shrugged again, not really sure what to say at this point. Sam had a good point, even if his fears had no grounds, he had thought they did, " Come on, we have work to do.

Sam threw his book down and pointed at the passage he had been reading, "Found it! It's so old there is no known name for it. This creature takes on the form of a human when not feeding and can maintain this form even when feeding helping it blend in. Its true form is that of a giant lizard that can only be seen by its prey but it only goes into this form when weakened. They will normally pose as women to hide their claws as nails." Sam looked up at his older brother who was leaning against a wall reading and had looked up when he had spoken.

"So what do they feed on?" Dean asked, dreading the answer, it wasn't and angel's wings or their body, that was one thing they were sure of.

"They feed on an angel's grace. Suck it right out of them. They have to weaken the angel first then they feed on their grace, right before they die the creature rips them to shreds. These things were supposedly extinct because angels haven't been on earth for so long they all starved. The problem is when Eve was making all those hybrids, she brought them back to life." Sam muttered, leaning back in his chair and clapping his hands together.

"How do you know that last part? About Eve?" Dean asked, narrowing his eyes and closing the book he hadn't really been looking at in the first place.

"Because I recognize one of the pictures, those weren't all starships in the diner. Look at this depiction and tell me you don't recognize it." Sam slid the book across the table. The drawing was old, crude, and fading off the page but it looked exactly like the woman sitting in the back of the diner the day Eve died. Dean shook his head.

"Any way to kill it?" Dean asked, but before Ssam could answer there was a knock on the door. Dean pulled out his gun and Sam looked out the small peephole in the door, cursing silently then turning to Dean.

"You have to call Cas, now, only…" before Sam could finish the door busted in and slammed into his back, knocking him sprawling to the floor, something very heavy standing on top of it pinned him to the floor and he couldn't even squirm. He tried to catch his breath as his vision grew fuzzy then he passed out.

Dean jerked against his restraints though they weren't budging. He had never been chained with this material before. They were unlike any cuffs he had ever been placed in. He looked around the room for anything he could use but the warehouse had shelves and trash literring the ground but nothing else, there wasn't even anything on the shelves. He groaned and tried to pull his hand from the cuff, feeling it cut into his skin as he tugged. His eyes widened when he heard the moans from across the room and Sam, bound the same way, stirred to life.

"Sammy? Sam!" Dean whispered.

"Dean?" Sam blinked and Dean would have been relieved if he didn't hear footsteps in the distance. He struggled with the bonds as hard as he could but he just couldn't dislocate his hand enough to get it through the cuff.

"Sam, whatever happens, I'm right here, it's okay, nothing is going to hurt you!" He said, more to assure himself than anything. He looked up and gasped as the owner of the footsteps came into view.

Sorry bit shorter than my last ones little busy but this fic is almost over thanks to everyone for reading so far!