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Chapter 11

Azazel snarled, they had been so close! His demons scattered, not wanting to face his wrath of having been an hour too late to capture the brothers.

"Let me handle this Father," Meg offered, bowing her head to him.

"Meg, my favourite daughter," Azazel reached out to tussle short blond hair. "You have never failed me before, ensure that this is not the first time," he praised but also warned and she nodded.

"I will not fail you Father. I will succeed or die trying," she swore before leaving to hunt down the brothers. She'd seen a picture of them and she wanted a turn with at least one of them. Maybe she could have Dean as her plaything since Father wanted Sam. The thought of breaking a hunter was delicious.

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Dean knelt beside his Master's chair as he worked, leaning against his leg as a hand absently stroked through his now almost shoulder length hair. After a while the hand tugged up and Dean raised his head to meet his Master's eyes before quickly lowering his own even as he was gently urged up until he was in Masters lap. Lips claimed his and Dean mewled in pleasure as hands gripped his hips, holding him in place.

Sam broke the kiss to stare at Dean who kept his gaze lowered. Missouri said he needed teaching and he knew she was right, but where did he find a teacher they could trust? Could one be found that could be trusted enough to sooth the broken bond in Dean, to be trusted not to hurt Dean through it? Letting another take on that bond was risky, it would be all too easy for them to return Dean to how he had been when Jess was alive. While having Dean like this gave him a thrill he didn't want Dean to be like this all of the time. He liked being called Sammy, having Dean able to talk with him, hunting together. "I love you Dean," he whispered, stroking a smooth cheek and Dean smiled shyly, pressing into his touch.

"Love you Master," Dean almost purred and Sam stood, holding him as he moved to the bed, their clothes vanishing.

Sam lay Dean down on the bed, and green eyes met his briefly, full of love and trust. Sam kissed him again, hungrily and Dean moaned in desire. Sam let his hands wander over warm skin, caressing it gently. His lips moved to nibble the skin of Dean's chin and then down his throat and Dean arched his neck, offering his throat eagerly. He nipped at the skin and Dean groaned, fighting to stay still, giving himself to his Master. A nudge had him spreading his legs, Sam settling between them before slowly pushing into his body, leaving Dean a panting, whining, mess. "You can move Dean," Sam groaned out as he began to thrust, and Dean relaxed at being given permission, hands gripping the sheets as he moved with his Master. "Look at me," Sam commanded, and green eyes opened, revealing dilated pupils as Dean obediently looked at him. "What do you need Dean?" Sam asked, panting slightly.

"You Master, please," Dean begged.

"Touch me Dean," Sam answered before kissing him and Dean let go of the sheets to touch him, hands wandering over warm skin.

His hands caressed his Master's body, feeling the strong muscles, the sweat of exertion and to Dean this was paradise. This was the safest place to be, in his Master's arms.

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"Check this out," Dean shifted the laptop so Sammy could see. "Three different couples. All went missing."

"They're all from different towns? Different states?" Sam looked at the information Dean had gathered.

"That's right. You got Washington, New York, Colorado. Each couple took a road trip cross-country. None of them arrived at their destination, and none of them were ever heard from again."

"Well, it's a big country, Dean. They could've disappeared anywhere," Sam warned, not wanting Dean to get his hopes up.

"Yeah, could've. But each one's route took 'em to the same part of Indiana. Always on the second week of April. One year after another after another."

"This is the second week of April," Sam frowned.

"Yep."

"Alright, it's worth a look," Sam agreed, and Dean grinned. They packed up and hit the road, they weren't that far away.

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Meg shouldered her backpack and stood beside the road, quickly ensuring her masking amulet was in place. They didn't know how powerful Sam was, she couldn't risk him sensing what she was.

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Sam slowed as he saw the girl on the side of the road, he didn't like the idea of a girl hitchhiking with all the creeps on the roads, but why would someone be in the middle of nowhere. He stopped the car and rolled down the window even as Dean cautiously pulled his gun but kept it out of sight. "You okay?"

"Can I get a lift to town?" Meg asked, smiling shyly at the brothers, they were even beter looking in person! She felt the magic form Sam and felt the amulet do it's job, keeping him from reading her as anything but human even as she projected harmless to the best of her ability. It helped that her meatsuit was short, innocent looking.

Dean looked her over from his seat, he guessed she was cute, if he liked girls. There was something…vulnerable about her. he glanced at Sammy, seeing the hesitation. "It couldn't hurt?" he offered.

Sam hesitated, his gut saying she was trouble but…could he really just leave her there? "Alright, hop in," he finally offered, and she smiled, getting in the back.

Meg could feel the protection spells on the car and was very impressed. Not bad at all for someone with so little training. Her Father would be able to do so much with that power under their control. She fingered the small piece of paper with the demonic spell written in John's blood on it before sticking it to the back of Sam's seat. As a witch he was the biggest threat, but she also had to ensure she delivered him unharmed. The spell wasn't all that powerful but done in John's blood helped attune it to his children and hopefully worm its way past Sam's protections, to help make them trust her, relax their guard around her. in her pocket was a potion for Dean, she had to find a way to get him to drink it, it would give her temporary access to the broken slave bond, allow her total control of him and then through him she would be able to get to Sam.

Sam drove for a few hours, the tension of having a stranger behind him slowly fading away as the blood powered spell began to work. It was helped by the fact that Sam had submitted to another's magic once before. Seeing a bus station, he pulled into the parking lot. "You can get a bus to where you're going right?"

"Sure, but let me buy you guys dinner to pay for the ride? I'm Meg by the way."

"Sam, this is Dean. You sure you want to do that?" Sam turned to look at her and she smiled.

"Sure, it'll be fun," she got out, carrying her backpack until Sam, ever the gentleman, took it. They went into the attached diner and sat to order food. When Sam got up to use the restroom she took the opportunity to doctor a distracted Dean's drink. She bit back a smirk as Dean drank it all before tucking into his salad. He froze, eyes going vacant and she leered, feeling the slave bond now. "We'll have so much fun together once Father has Sam. When Sam returned you will act as he expects you to slave, understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good boy, eat your food," she smiled and leant back, picking up her burger to eat as Sam returned. The blankness faded from Dean's eyes as he grinned at Sam, acting completely normal. The potion would take time to give her access to Sam, but she would have them both under control, even if only temporarily, within a handful of days. They chatted as they ate and then the brothers left her to catch a bus, expect once they were gone she stole a car and set about following them. When they stopped for the night she remained nearby, monitoring them through the slavery bond, it was intoxicating to know she had full control of Dean without anyone knowing. Thanks to the potion Sam couldn't sense her use of the bond and wouldn't suspect a thing. She sighed in pleasure as she remained in the bond even as they had sex, enjoying the feelings of pleasure even second hand. Maybe once Father was done with Sam she could have them both as a reward. As they relaxed into sleep she carefully reached for Sam, feeling the tiny link into him through Dean. She wanted to move now but it was too soon, patience was what was needed.

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Sam parked the Impala outside of Scotty's Café in Burkitsville, Indiana. A man was sitting in a chair on the porch as the brothers approached.

"Let me guess," Dean gestured at the sign and then the mam, "Scotty."

Scotty looked at the sign and nodded, "Yep."

"Hi, I'm Dean and this is Sam."

"What can I do for you, Dean and Sam?"

Dean took two pieces of paper out of his pocket, Missing Person flyers for Holly and Vince Parker. "We were wondering if, uh, you'd seen these people by chance."

Scotty looked at the flyers. "Nope. Who are they?"

"Friends of ours. They went missing about a year ago. They passed through somewhere around here, and we've already asked around Scottsburg and Salem—" Sam answered, feeling…off. There was something here?

"Sorry." He handed the flyers back. "We don't get many strangers around here."

"Well, thanks anyway," Dean smiled, and they walked away.

Neither noticed the redhead woman watching from the shadows. She too could sense there was something here, something very wrong. But there was also something about Dean as well…

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Dean walked into Jorgeson General Store alone, they'd split up to save time. He went up to the counter and smiled at the couple there. "Hi, I was hoping you could help me. I'm looking for my friends." He held out the flyer and Harley took it.

"Never seen them," Harley answered.

"You sure they didn't stop for gas or something?" Dean pressed.

Harley showed the pictures to Stacy and she shook her head. "Nope, don't remember 'em. You said they were friends of yours?"

"That's right," he said as a girl around Sammy's age came downstairs carrying some boxes.

"Did the guy have a tattoo?" she asked.

"Yes, he did."

Emily put the boxes on the counter and looked at the picture of Vince. "You remember? They were just married."

"You're right. They did stop for gas. Weren't here more than ten minutes," Harley said as if just remembering.

"You remember anything else?"

"I told 'em how to get back to the Interstate. They left town."

"Could you point me in that same direction?"

"Sure." He led Dean outside to show him the way and Dean got in the Impala to go have a look since Sam was still at the other end of town asking around. It felt strange being behind the wheel again, and alone in the car, but he hadn't drive far before Meg stepped into view and Dean stopped the car. He undid his seatbelt and got out as she approached, dropping to his knees before her, all thoughts of the hunt gone.

She tipped his head up, seeing nothing but mindless devotion. What would it hurt? She leant down and kissed him and he submitted to her touch. "I could take you right now, you'd be perfect bait to draw Sam in and we could have a lot of fun until he showed up," she slipped a hand under his thin shirt, the magical illusion of normal clothes not affecting her at all. Dean whined softly at her touch. "Tell me about the hunt slave," she ordered, and Dean told her everything. She kissed him again in reward for obeying. "Get back in the car Dean and forget you ever saw me here."

"Yes Mistress," Dean obediently stood and got in the car as she moved out of sight. He blinked and shook his head in confusion, why had he stopped? He started driving again, passing by the orchard when he heard a noise coming from the backseat. "What the hell?" He pulled over and reached into his bag. He pulled out the EMF meter, which was beeping frantically. He parked and grabbed his gun and a machete before entering the orchard. He walked around for a bit before seeing the scarecrow on its post. He walked over to it and looked at it for a second. "Dude, you're fugly." The scarecrow didn't move but Dean couldn't shake the feeling that there was something really wrong about it. He noticed a sickle in the scarecrow's hand and a design on its arm. Dean took a ladder from a nearby tree and climbed to the top so that he was eye level with the scarecrow. He moved its clothing and recognised the design from Vince's tattoo. He pulled out Vince's flyer and compared the designs, which were exactly the same. He looked at the scarecrow again. "Nice tat," he swallowed and climbed down, he needed to get Sammy. He got back to the Impala and drove back to town.

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Sam left the last building and looked around, where to check next? The Impala was gone but he felt no distress from Dean. That was when he spotted her, a woman around Dean's age maybe, not overly tall and wearing a flowing long blue dress, a small gold pendant necklace around her throat.

"Hi," Rowena greeted the younger witch with a smile.

Sam was surprised by the accent but smiled back, "Hi. Are you from around here?"

"Sorry, just passing through," she answered, hiding a frown, whatever was affecting Dean was attempting to move on to Sam as well. That wouldn't be allowed but it did leave a handy gap in his defences, so she silently wove a spell through that gap, it helped that it wasn't a harmful spell, actually it was similar to one already on him. She smiled as Sam relaxed some, his smile becoming more genuine rather than just polite. "I could help you with whatever it is you're doing?" she offered, stepping closer, her hand gently brushing his arm, able to feel the strength of the magic swirling beneath his skin. A blood-based trust spell, how…quaint. She looked up at him, waiting for a response.

Sam looked down at the woman, shivering as her hand brushed the skin of his arm. She was beautiful, someone he would have been attracted to once but the had Dean, he didn't want anyone else…did he? It couldn't hurt to let her help, he was just looking for information after all… "I'm Sam."

"Rowena, so what are we looking for?" She asked brightly, and Sam handed over the flyer.

He felt…odd. He wanted to trust her, needed to trust her. The two trust spells plus the pressure coming from the bond with Dean due to the potion was affecting him and he felt light headed, though he didn't know why. "I… I think I need to eat,"

"There's a cute diner over there, why don't we get some lunch?" she offered, and Sam nodded in agreement, it was a good idea. "Are you alright?"

"A little light headed maybe," he answered as she looped her arm in his and led him to the diner. She wanted to get the brothers out of this town quickly, there was something...malevolent in the air, something powerful. They sat together and soon were eating a very nice apple pie. Watching Sam eat it would be so easy…he was just a child really, no matter how much power and potential he held, the spells were already there, held deep in his very soul. He could be hers with no real effort. But was that what she wanted?

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Dean pulled up at the gas station and got out, seeing Emily standing by the pumps.

"You're back."

"Never left."

"Still looking for your friends?" she asked, and he nodded.

"You mind fillin' her up there, Emily?" he grinned, and she started filling the Impala. "So, you grew up here?"

"I came here when I was thirteen. I lost my parents. Car accident. My aunt and uncle took me in."

"They're nice people," Dean offered, he wished they'd had other family to take them in rather than living with John.

"Everybody's nice here."

"So, what, it's the, uh, perfect little town?" he asked in disbelief.

She shrugged, "Well, you know, it's the boonies. But I love it. I mean, the towns around us, people are losing their homes, their farms. But here, it's almost like we're blessed."

"Hey, you been out to the orchard? You seen that scarecrow?"

"Yeah, it creeps me out," she admitted, and Dean laughed, nodding in agreement.

"Whose is it?"

"I don't know. It's just always been there."

Dean nodded towards a red van parked by the garage. "That your aunt and uncle's?"

"Customer. Had some car troubles."

"It's not a couple, is it? A guy and a girl?" he asked, and she nodded. Dean frowned in concern but quickly paid for the gas and left, looking for Sammy. He hesitated but then headed for Scotty's since the couple was most likely there.

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"We're famous for our apples. So, you gotta try this pie," Scotty said, and Sam glanced over, seeing the couple at the other table. There was something…he shook his head slightly, trying to clear it. What was wrong with him?

"Oh, no. It—please," the young woman argued.

"It's on the house," Scotty walked away.

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Dean stopped walking and then turned, walking off the street between two buildings to kneel at his Mistress' feet, awaiting her command. Meg stroked his cheek and then gripped his head, staring into awed green, throwing herself into the slave bond, reaching beyond it for Sam, something had changed, and she had to act, now.

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Walking out of the café with Rowena, Sam suddenly stumbled, and she struggled to catch him, pulling him away from anyone who might see. "Sam?" she called and then saw hazel eyes becoming glassy, vacant. No way, not now. She would not let anyone else take them. She lay Sam down on the dirt and ripped his shirt open, revealing rather distracting skin. Sam's head lolled on the ground, hands clenching and then relaxing as he tried to fight the command to submit but it was a fight he was losing. With no time to prepare anything, Rowena cut her palm, allowing the blood to pool before using it to draw runes on Sam's chest, murmuring spells as she did so. As she worked Sam's slowly relaxed, body going utterly lax as his eyes slid shut, breathing deep. She sighed and sat back, he was safe for now which meant it was time to find the one responsible.

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Meg snarled as suddenly the link to Sam seemed to vanish and Dean whimpered at the noise, scared he had displeased his Mistress, even as he continued to stare into her eyes, and then he was dropped. Dean lay where he'd fallen, terrified Mistress was mad. Master. Where was Master?

"A demon, how interesting," Rowena stepped from the shadows and Meg frowned, who was she?

"Leave and you can live, I have a job to do."

Rowena laughed," Oh, if anyone will be dying, it is you." She glanced at Dean, seeing that he was fully under the demons' control, for now. Due to her work on Sam she knew what had been done and that potion only lasted so long. She let her magic build, feeling it seep into the air, whipping her hair around, her eyes glowing purple and the demon's eyes went black in response. It was rather powerful, but she had spent centuries hunting and killing demons so within minutes the girl it had been possessing was unconscious on the ground. Rowena carefully wiped her memories of everything since her possession and then sent her away to be found by the authorities.

The black cloud that was the demon attempted to attack but Rowena pulled out a potion that was a blue dust and blew it on the demon, dissolving it painfully into nothingness. She then moved and knelt beside Dean, rolling him onto his back to see vacuous green eyes staring at nothing. With Sam held in suspension by her spell, the bond between them was also suspended, leaving Dean unable to even think or do anything. She ran a hand down his face to touch the collar he wore around his throat, a physical mark of what he was. she could feel the broken slave bond within his soul, as long as it remained Dean was a liability to Sam. She could fix that…it would be so easy, she could claim the bond now…revitalise the spells that still lingered in Sam's soul as well, they would be hers with no fight… she leant down and kissed pliant lips, imaging what it would be like to have him respond. Her magic built, reaching for the broken bond, but she hesitated, torn.

She took the magic and twisted it into a transportation spell, sending them to where Sam still lay, laying Dean beside him, spreading the shield spell to cover Dean as well. She then used the shield to levitate them back to where Dean had left the car. She settled them into it, Sam in the driver's seat as she had observed. She sensed something and moved to the back, removing the slip with the blood spell on it, taking it to have a look at later. She then slowly removed the spells while carefully erasing their memories of Meg and of Sam's collapse. Sam would remember leaving her to search separately around town before becoming tired and returning to the car to nap. Dean would remember returning to the car, looking for his brother and not wanting to wake him so ending up falling asleep as well. She gently tipped Sam's head up and kissed him, it was only fair to kiss him after kissing Dean. She then backed away, going to the other side of town, she might as well really search for the missing couple.

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Sam stirred, blinking sleepily. The crick in his neck said he'd been sleeping in the Impala…why? He straightened up to see Dean sleeping peacefully beside him. He'd felt faint…he'd had pie with Rowena…. they'd split up to keep searching and then…he'd been tired, so he'd come back to the car. Yes, that was right, nothing was wrong. He could see the sun starting to set so he gently tapped Dean's arm, "Dean wake up."

At Sammy's call Dean woke, looking around in sleepily. "Sammy?" he felt...strange, like he wanted to obey Sammy's ever whim...but Sammy had freed him from as much of the slave bond as possible so why was he feeling it now? Then Sammy's lips were against his and he forgot all about that as he was kissed.

"Did you find anything?"

"Young couple with car trouble's in town," Dean reported. "There's an orchard with one very creepy scarecrow, it had a sickle and Vince's tattoo."

"Alright, there was a couple at Scotty's when Rowena and I were there."

"Rowena?" Dean asked in confusion.

"Yeah, she's helping us search. I trust her," Sam said and with the bond so strong at the moment all Dean could do was nod, trusting a woman he had never met and thinking nothing of it.

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The couple's car had broken down and they were walking through the orchard. "I can't believe it. We just got the car fixed."

"This way," he called, and they started walking towards a clearing. The scarecrow moved quickly behind them.

The girl gasped, and they turned around. "Steve?" She asked nervously as they hear more noises.

"Who's there?" They looked around and the scarecrow came out from behind the trees. It began walking towards them, and they started running away. They were almost at the clearing when Dean appeared, shotgun in hand.

"Get back to your car," he called, and the couple looked behind them and saw the scarecrow getting closer. "Go! Go!" The couple ran away. Dean raised the shotgun and shot the scarecrow, which barely stumbled but keeps walking. Dean began running, shooting again and gain. "Go! Go!" he yelled as he turned and ran, leading it towards the trap. He felt Sammy's magic rise as he ran through and then the Scarecrow hit it and writhed, buying them time to get away. They made it to the road to find Sammy with the engine running and all three scrambled in, Sammy flooring it once they were in. he didn't stop until they were two towns over.

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"So, something must be animating the Scarecrow, a spirit?" Dean asked from the bed, he was worn out and he didn't know why, he'd run further and longer before. He'd been feeling weird the whole hunt and he didn't know why. He slowly got up and moved to Sammy's side, kneeling beside his chair.

"No, it's more than a spirit. It's a god. A Pagan god, anyway," Sam answered absently and then noticed where Dean was. "Dean?"

"I…Sammy…." Dean whined softly in distress and Sam pushed his chair back to slip off and onto the floor with Dean, pulling him into his arms.

"It's okay, I've got you," Sam soothed, reaching for the bond, shocked to find it so strongly pressing on Dean's mind and will. It was only ever this strong on the days Dean acted as a slave, what was causing it to push Dean on a day when he was 'normal'? He could practically see the struggle in Dean's eyes, between free emotion and a slave's utter devotion to his Master. He gently wrapped his magic around Dean, soothing the bond, and Dean slowly relaxed in his arms, going limp as the bond became more dormant.

"Sammy?" Dean slurred.

"You're okay Dean," Sam soothed, getting up and helping Dean to the bed. "Get some sleep," he whispered, and Dean's eyes closed. Sam picked up his phone and called Rowena, not even considering that he had never asked her for it.

"Hello, Sam, how goes the search?" she asked as she watched the people of the town become more and more nervous.

"Well we found the couple we saw at Scotty's being chased in the orchard outside of town by a scarecrow."

"Really?" she asked in surprise. "Well that's interesting. What do you think is causing it?"

"I think it's a Pagan god," Sam answered and then frowned slightly…why was he telling her that? He trusted her…but with hunting?

"What makes you say that?" She kept her voice soft and soothing, not liking the distance between them when the boys were so vulnerable.

"The annual cycle of its killings? And the fact that the victims are always a man and a woman. Like some kind of fertility right. And you saw the locals, the way they treated the couple, fattening them up like a Christmas turkey."

"The last meal. Given to sacrificial victims," she agreed. This would not be an easy thing to face.

"Yeah, I'm thinking a ritual sacrifice to appease some Pagan god."

"So, a god possesses the scarecrow..."

"And the scarecrow takes its sacrifice. And for another year, the crops won't wilt, and disease won't spread," Sam finished at her silent prompting.

"Do you know which god you're dealing with?"

"No, not yet."

"Well, you figure out what it is, you can figure out a way to kill it."

"I know. There's a local community college. I've made an appointment with a professor."

"I think I should come join you, where are you?" She asked, and Sam told her the town and their motel. "I'll be there soon."

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Rowena knocked on the door and Sam opened, letting her in and she glanced around to see only one bed where a sleeping Dean lay. "Is that your brother?"

"Yeah, that's Dean," Sam smiled at Dean's sleeping form. "He's, uh, not feeling the best."

"Oh? Anything I could help with?"

"No, just the slave bond acting up," Sam answered absently and then froze, frowning. Why the hell had he told her that? They'd only just met…he shook his head magic surging through him, looking for anything wrong but there was nothing, because as powerful as he was she had centuries of experience on him and her spell was easily able to hide itself from him.

"It can't be easy, having your brother enslaved to you, or do you like it?" She asked, running a hand up his arm.

Sam shivered at her touch, body reacting to a woman in a way it hadn't since Jess. "Why do I trust you? I don't know you?"

"Because like calls to like Samuel. You are powerful but untrained, you need a teacher. You cannot take on a Pagan god alone and win," she answered truthfully, and Sam's eyes widened in shock.

"You're a witch."

"Natural born, just like you. Rowena MacLeod, it is wonderful to meet you Samuel Winchester." Sam stared at her with wide eyes, she was like him? Not like Jess? She walked to the bed and he tensed as she lay a hand on Dean's forehead. "Hmmm…. a broken soul bond and one intact, to you. As long as that broken bond remains he is a liability, there are many beings that can activate that and use it to get to you," she explained.

"But won't that turn him back into a full slave?" Sam demanded warily.

"Not if it is done carefully. Spells linger in your own soul Sam, harder to reactivate but still there. You need a third for balance and safety."

"And you're volunteering."

"Of course. I have been searching for centuries for a companion in my quest."

"And what is your quest?"

"To destroy every demon that comes to earth," She answered, moving closer to him and Sam backed right into a wall, confused, wary, and yet wanting to trust her.

He knew the spells were still there, it had hurt since Jess died, though not as bad as Dean did. But he remembered what it had been like with her and shook his head. "No, I won't forget again, I won't be a plaything, a power source," he denied, no matter how the broken spells yearned for it.

Rowena could feel that yearning and it was so tempting to reach out and flood the spells with power, let them work their magic on Sam and have him willing to stand at her side. But he would be so much stronger with his mind intact, wouldn't he? She smiled coyly at him and saw him swallow, it was nice to know he was attracted to her at least. She moved closer, her dress pressing against his jeans. She ran her hands up his sides and Sam panted for air, she could see trust and terror waring in his eyes before she leant up and kissed him.

Sam froze as warm, soft lips pressed against his, memories of Jess and her manipulations trying to take over, but the kiss was very nice, and his focus slowly narrowed to her lips on his, the warmth of her body through their clothes and he began kissing her back, hands coming up to settle on her hips.

Rowena reluctantly broke the kiss, the best she'd had in a very long time. She stared up into hazel eyes, seeing the signs of arousal, of desire and she forced herself to focus. "We have something important to deal with Sam, the Pagan god," she nipped his throat and Sam swallowed hard. She backed off and went to sit at the small table.

Sam took a deep breath, able to smell her perfume. He'd kissed her…there had been no magic involved, had there? He didn't think so. She could have done it right then, powered the spells and made him hers but she hadn't. She'd kissed him and then backed off. Could he trust her? he straightened and made his way to the bed, sitting on the edge, a hand on Dean's leg. Dean shifted in his sleep, curling closer and Rowena smiled softly at the sight.

TBC…