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Chapter 11: Children shouldn't play with dead things part 2

I let Dean use the bathroom after I was finished getting dressed and decided to get some type of soda and energy bar from the candy dispenser down the hall for the road.

"You want candy or anything?" I asked Sam quietly, not exactly looking at him as I fished for money in one of my jean pockets.

"For the road?" He stood. "Yeah, sure."

I heard him shuffle on his feet and I figured he was getting money out of his wallet to give me. I grabbed the mug off the nightstand and turned to go put it in the sink but I hadn't realized Sam had rounded the table to give me the money. So when I turned around he was smack up against me and I jolted backwards and hit into the nightstand, accidently dropping the mug.

"Whoa, sorry." Sam said grabbing my forearm to steady me. "Didn't mean to scare you."

"What's going on?" Dean asked, hurrying out of the bathroom. I'm guessing he heard my stupid thud into the nightstand and thought I was being attacked or something.

I rubbed a hand over my face and picked up the mug. "Nothing, Sam scared the living crap outta me. That's all." I practically barked. I wasn't angry at Sam, I was more angry at myself for being scared of him all of a sudden. This whole dream was really starting to freak me out not to mention it was making me a spaz around Sam.

"Said I was sorry." Sam said softly, running a hand through his hair.

I shook my head and went over to place the mug in the sink. When I looked back at them to tell them I was heading out to the candy dispenser they were both giving me the same look. Despite the different features of their faces it was the same cross between worried and concerned. Maybe it was a Winchester thing. It made me think that somehow, at one point in their lives, John and Mary had had the same look as well.

"What?" I asked them.

"Nothing." Dean said with a shrug of his shoulders, dismissing the fact he'd had the same expression as Sam not moments before. "Just try not to spaz around the furniture anymore alright? You break it, you buy it. And somehow I'm thinking credit card fraud isn't the easiest way to pay for a broken nightstand."

I waved him off and took the money from Sam to head out the door. I heard him ask me if I wanted him to come with me and I slammed the door, refusing the answer. So what I was being a bitch? How would you feel if after all this time of categorizing emotions in your head so you wouldn't get confused gets screwed up because you suddenly start dreaming about your boyfriend's brother? Pretty bitchy I'd say. I had been so sure of everything. Dean and Sam were under completely different categories and then that dream took the file cabinets and shattered them around my head. I couldn't tell the D.W papers from the S.W ones.

I rounded the corner to head further down the hall, and of course not paying attention to where the hell I was going, and ended up clipping a woman's shoulder. She had been holding a stack of papers and they splayed out everywhere as she braced herself f falling backwards. I hurriedly grabbed her arm and steadied her, looking at her apologetically.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." I said guiltily, watching her dazed eyes focus again. She was a small woman, her size was making me say she was in her early twenties, but I could have been wrong. She had long red hair, that beautifully curled at the ends. Damn, why couldn't my hair do that? I almost rolled my eyes, I damned near knocked her over and I was worrying about my hair? "I didn't see you…obviously. Sorry." I said again, bending down to help her stack papers.

She hunched down on her knees in her small business suit and smiled at me. "It's quite alright, you seemed frazzled. I know I'm never paying any attention to anything while I'm like that. That's usually why I stay put when it happens, otherwise I'm bound to walk into traffic."

I laughed and handed her the stack and stood, her shortly following. "Yeah, you have no idea how many times I've walked into parked cars." I joked and she smiled. I felt horrible I had rammed into her the way I did. She looked so small and fragile, I'm guessing I thought that because she was petite, and I was pretty sure she would have broken if she would have fell. "I'm Andy, by the way."

She huddled the papers against her chest and freed a hand to shake my own. "Lucy. You checked in yesterday right?"

I looked her a moment as small Hunter Radars started ringing in my head, vibrating against the spilt file cabinets. How did she know that? "Yeah, do you work here?" That was the only explanation. Unless she was a stalker, or a demon. I felt like I needed to start carrying around tasers and holy water all the time. You wouldn't believe how many times we actually got tagged; demons and humans alike.

When she nodded and motioned for me to follow her down to the front desk the alarms died down a bit. She worked here, but I hadn't seen her when I checked in. Maybe she'd been there and I just hadn't noticed because I hadn't been looking for her. I hated those moments. It made me feel like I never noticed anything. Then again, I think my paranoid level was on overdrive from all of a sudden realizing I had a sex drive for Sam in a dream. Right, just a dream. Had to keep reminding myself.

She spilt the papers over the front desk, standing there a moment to steady them. "Iced Tea?" She offered and I nodded as she went into the back room.

"So you do work here then?"

She laughed. "Oh, yeah sorry. Slipped my mind. You must think I'm a crazed stalker or something."

Now I thought she was a mind reader. "No, that's ridiculous. I was just making sure I hadn't run into you before and wasn't being rude for not remembering your name." Lies flowed so easily through my mouth it was ridiculous.

She brought out two big glasses of iced tea and handed me one, bringing out packets of sugar from a drawer beneath the desk. "I started here a few days ago. I'm training to be the new manager."

"That quick huh? You just started, you must be good."

"It's a small motel. As you can see there's not a lot of people who actually rent out rooms for more than a night. Currently there's only about fifteen people staying here. Twelve rooms since most of them are together."

"And you recognized me because I was new under the check in list?" Okay, so that made sense. This motel wasn't exactly five star and I could see her manually trying to remember every face she saw walking and checking into one of the rooms.

She nodded, taking a sip of her tea. "You're a new face. So I figured you checked in with those boys." She said boys like she was saying sex.

I chuckled nervously and repeated her, but not as sultry. "Yeah, those boys."

I took a sip of the tea and moved my fingers along the condensation around the glass. I didn't really feel like getting into a girl bonding moment with her. She was nice but I didn't know her and besides, I was having trouble remembering the names Dean put us under. I was pretty sure he had kept all our first names the same since I gave her Andy and she recognized it but with Dean, who the hell knew. One moment he had the same name and the next he came up with something like Tom Jadlhoff. Who has a name like that?

"So how long have you know Eli and Mark?" She asked me, spinning a spoon around in her cup. And there it was. Congrats Dean for thinking of the name Eli. "Are we here on business or…"

Well she was onto me, I thought dryly, I rounded the corner from having a threesome with Eli and Mark. I fought the urge to roll my eyes at her one track mind. But then again from an outside view of seeing Sam and Dean I guess I'd be the same way, just not so open about it. Mark had to be Dean's name. Something like Eli made my skin crawl and I knew Dean would love to pull Sam's chains about it. So I figured that was my best guess.

"Well, its kind of confusing. But we're here on business. Eli and Mark are brothers."

"Now, is Eli the short one or the really cute one?" She asked.

I felt like prying into her business and asking her the first place she'd had sex in. These questions felt personal to me, just like that question would be personal for her. I guess it was because Dean and Sam were the only thing I had. And me getting grilled about them was making me uncomfortable.

I also felt the need to sneer at the fact that she was calling my boyfriend short. He wasn't short, Sam was just obnoxiously tall. But some girls liked that.

"Um, Mark's the short one, I guess if you have to put it that way."

She could tell her statement had rubbed me the wrong way. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I say something…?"

"He's just my boyfriend that's all." She smiled widely and looked extremely excited. Did this tea have uppers in it?

"Well aren't you a lucky girl? He's adorable." Lucy gushed.

I nodded meekly and took a sip of my tea. She didn't need to inform me how lucky I was. I smiled politely. "Yeah, I know thanks."

"So Eli, interesting name, does he um, have anyone special?" She asked casually.

She made her turn on for Sam so blatantly clear that I almost spit out my tea. "Uh, no not at the moment. But I'll let him know you're interested." It was the clearest bait and hook I could muster and she took it like a newbie fish.

"You would?" She asked giddily. "That'd be so nice of you! I'd just like to ask him out for a beer or something. Nothing big or extravagant." She twirled her long curls between her fingers. "It'd be worth it."

Wow, she really had it bad didn't she? Which made my psycho bells start gonging. Who was this girl? She hadn't even met Sam yet so how could she possibly have this big thing for him? She took love at first sight to a whole new freaky level. "Did you see him around or something?"

"I saw him this morning. He had bagels in his hands and was heading up to his room." She explained. It was weird how totally normal she sounded but you could tell a little screw was off center in her head. "I was fumbling with boxes nearby, trying to get them into my car and one of them accidently opened from the bottom. Sending desk items everywhere."

I felt like scoffing when she said accidently. Right, accident. Just like I had accidently brushed against Dean in bed last night.

"He offered to help and we talked a little. He was so nice." She said smiling and I nodded. Yeah, that sounded like Sam. Boy scout, offering to help, all smiles and kind gestures. That was Sam on the dime.

"Yeah, he's definitely that nice of a guy." I said, pushing my half empty tea glass towards her. "Thanks for the tea, but I really should be getting back to my room. I kind of left in a hurry and I'm sure they're worried about me now."

"Must be nice, having boys like that to worry about you. Make sure you don't loose them." The statement sounded kind but there was something attached to it. Something that gripped the pit of my stomach and shook it.

I was being paranoid again. Right? "Thanks." I said and she smiled again. "I'll mention you to Eli." I said getting up and heading out of the office. Well, if I mentioned anything it'd be how creepy she made me feel.

"Thank you! Hope to see you soon!" She said and I nodded, giving her one last wave before I turned around and headed back towards the stairs.

I yelped, running straight into Dean and Sam. Jesus, they should put them in hospitals instead of defibrillators. They sure knew how to jump start hearts. "Will everyone stop doing that to me?" I asked a bit breathless.

Dean shrugged. "Sorry." The apology was quick. "Where the hell were you? You can't just take off like that and expect us to not come after you."

Couldn't they have these thoughts, like, ten seconds earlier? I could have been saved from a red headed earful of Sam. Well, bright side? If she would have been talking about Dean I most likely would have decked her. Or thought about it anyways.

"I got a bit sidetracked." I said quietly, pulling them to the side, away from the office. I looked at Sam. "Did you help a young girl out this morning? Red hair, almost my height…?"

Dean raised his eyebrows at him as Sam nodded. "Yeah, she spilled a box of stuff. And I helped her pick it up. So?"

"So did you seal the deal?" Dean asked and I shoved him. "What? I was only wondering."

"Unlike you, he's not going to rampage a girl in the back seat of a car just because she had breasts."

"That was only one time, and it was with you, if you don't recall. And you know that wasn't the reason we were even back there." Dean hissed quietly.

"Right, like I'm the only girl's breasts you've ever stared at." I rolled my eyes. "Need I bring up Jo?"

Dean bit his bottom lip but I couldn't tell if it was from anger or irritation. Like he was biting his lip to prevent himself from saying something to me he'd regret later. Suddenly, he wrapped an arm around my waist, harshly pulling me to him.

"Right, like Jo could ever be as nearly as full and attractive as you are." He discreetly pinched my ass. Which was bold, seeing as how Sam was standing right there. "And I mean in all places." He whispered against my ear, making me shiver and smile.

Sam cleared his throat and Dean let me go as I continued to smile at him as a big grin set on his face. "Can we have this orgy later? Perhaps when I'm not standing right here and forced to witness it?"

I felt like smacking myself upside the head. Even though I was currently a bit uncomfortable near him I completely forgot that little things like that upset him. But he sounded more annoyed than hurt. But maybe that wasn't such a big difference.

"Right, sorry Sam. The reason I brought that up is because she's totally into you. And I'm not saying the cute, 'I met you for fifteen minutes and I think your hot so lets have a drink' into you…"

"You think he's hot?" Dean asked and I glared at him interrupting.

"I mean she's head over tin cups kinda into you."

Sam scoffed. "Just because I'm not Dean doesn't mean I don't attract girls Andy."

"Watch it." Dean warned, all playfulness gone from his voice. Sam was treading on Dean's ice now, knowing full well there was a strong current just below.

What? This wasn't about that at all. "What are you on? I'm telling you because I'm worried. She could be bad news. I don't want this to become on of those things I should have said something about and something bad happens."

"Or are you telling me because you're jealous?" Sam asked, ignoring my statement completely and Dean raised his eyebrows. I could tell he thought it was a semi valid question. How did this turn into the me and my feelings conversation?

I felt like pushing him, so I did and he knocked into Dean. "You're an asshole Sam. That is the last time I worry about you."

"Yeah, well I knew you stopped worrying about me a long time ago Andy." Sam said angrily. Why did he keep doing this? All he did was bottle things up and then it came out in little bitty parts. So as soon as we fixed things a bottle would break and something like that would come out of his mouth.

I swallowed the urge to scream, since Lucy was no doubt three feet away probably listening in on our conversation.

"None of this is my fault! There is nothing horrible with loving Dean! You left Sam, you left me in the middle of the road, staring at your car tracks for hours. What was I supposed to do? Wait for you?" Tears were rapidly coursing down my cheeks. Maybe I shouldn't have bashed Sam for bottling things up when I seemed to do the same thing. I probably wouldn't have been so upset if it wasn't for this whole thing I was dealing with Sam already. "You need to stop blaming me for things you can't handle. I love Dean, you're going to have to deal with it."

I took off towards the Impala, since I didn't want to run all the way back upstairs in our room so I could just lock myself in the bathroom. I slammed the door shut, wincing at the sound and how mad Dean would be if he heard it. Although, I think the car was parked far enough away that he didn't hear anything. I saw Dean turn the corner and walk slowly over to the car.

He knocked attentively on the window across from the side I was on, even though he knew the door was unlocked.

"Hey babe." He said gently.

He wanted in and was waiting for me to give him the go ahead. I sniffled pathetically and opened the car door and he stepped back to swing the door open and climb inside. After he shifted a few times and shut the door he put an arm around my shoulder and drew me close to him.

"You okay?" He asked, leaving his lips on my head.

I bit my lower lip in prevent of leaking tears. I bit so hard I thought I would bleed. If I talked I knew I'd cry so I just nodded at him. After a few seconds of concentrating I finally asked, without my voice even shaking, "Where'd Sam go?"

"He's probably cleaning up that split lip I gave him."

I leaned up and gaped at him. Great. That's all that was needed. "Dean, you didn't hit him did you?"

Dean sighed and shook his head. "No, but I wanted to."

I sniffled and kissed his cheek. "It's okay."

He looked at me doubtfully and cupped my face. "Yeah, right. But what he said to you wasn't."

"I'm okay." I whispered and looked down at his lap. My words meshed right along with Sam's and they angrily echoed in my head. I closed my eyes as tears pooled them. Dean sighed and pulled at the back of my neck to lean on him. I rested my head against his chest and let the tears fall off my cheeks and onto his jacket. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and made small shushing noises.

"Are you sure I can't hit him?" Dean asked after a few moments and I raised my head, laughing softly. I rubbed the remaining tears away with the back of my wrist.

"No…" The opening of a car door and slamming it shut cut off my sentence and Dean and I looked at Sam a moment as he started the car.

"Knocking would have been nice." Dean said gruffly.

"Public domain." Sam said easily and pulled the car out of the parking slot.

Dean leaned foreword. "It's not when you upset someone to the point of locking themselves in the car." Dean growled. I squeezed his forearm, indicating that I was okay and that he didn't need to do anything. He slowly backed off, sitting back in the seat and getting comfortable again. I brushed my lips against his and wrapped one of my arms around his waist to show I was grateful and he kissed back softly.

I laid my head against his chest and knew it was at least an hour to the cemetery so I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep. Dean held me tighter against him and the last thing I saw him do was give Sam this look, it was almost predatory. He was clearly stating; mine.

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The ride only felt like ten minutes. I hated that. As soon as you got into a sound sleep, time seemed to zip by and wake up right back up.

"Baby, come on, we're here." I nodded and sat up off of him, rubbing my eyes. The skin on my face was hot from sleeping against him and I missed that warmth as I began to wake up. "You can stay in here if you want to sleep a little bit more." He offered.

I shook my head no, wanting to get out with him. "No, I'll go with you."

He smiled and I could tell he liked that I'd rather wake all the way up and go with him. I was glad I could make him smile over small things like that. I took his hand as he pulled me from the car and we walked around the cemetery as Sam paid his respects to his mother. I could tell Dean was steering clear of that area so I just held his hand and let him lead, wanting him to feel like he had some kind of control. I knew he needed it. This place, out of anywhere you could possibly go, would make you feel like you're tail spinning. You couldn't control death, it was something beyond our capability and I knew deep down that angered Dean.

"Do you know anything about Dream Demons?" I asked Dean suddenly and he looked at me a bit oddly.

"Where did that come from?"

"Just a bit curious. I'm trying to broaden my horizons." I said, smiling.

He chuckled and kissed my head. "Okay, odd ball. But um, Dream Demons…you mean like specific ones?"

I nodded. "Anything you could tell me."

We came to a stop underneath this one tree and Dean leaned his back against it, putting his arms around my waist. I didn't think a cemetery was a great place to have PDA's but he didn't look like he was thinking anything of it. The motion just came naturally to him now.

"Well, there are a lot of demons that like to feed off nightmares or dreams. Even some feed off pheromones and testosterone in your sleep by making you have sex dreams." Dean chuckled. "Those types are my favorite." He wisecracked, expecting me to smile but I didn't. I was too deep in thought. That was a freaking gong in my head. That must have been what that dream was about. I knew me dreaming about Sam like that couldn't have just come out of nowhere.

"Like what does that?"

He shrugged. "Lot's of things. Furies, Sirens, most popular are Succubi though."

"But Succubi go after men right?"

Dean looked at me slowly and nodded. "Uh huh…unless you have a lesbian Succubus which is actually kind of entertaining if you think about it." He mused, chucking at his poor excuse for a joke.

I just nodded, caught up in what the hell was going on. It couldn't have been a Succubus right? Because they were female. And Dean was right. It wouldn't come after me if it was female. Damn it. Back to square one. Hell back to square zero. Square one was the Succubus.

"Are you sure you're feeling better?" He asked, shaking me slightly to gain my attention. "You've been acting really weird."

This was it. The moment I could have turned around and told him everything. But the words choked in my throat and I was too worried about hurting him then telling him the truth.

I shook my head no. "No, you're right, I'm probably coming down with the flu or something."

He left a long kiss on my forehead. "You don't feel warm."

I shrugged. "Maybe its one of those in and out flu's. You know what I mean?" Dean shook his head no and I could tell he was teetering on calling my bluff, which was as easy to see as a giant pink elephant. I looked past him and noticed something odd on the ground. "You see that?" I asked him.

He turned around and looked past the tree. There was a perfect circle of dead grass, one grave firmly planted near the middle. All the flowers on the grave were dead too.

"That's odd."

"Looks like we might have a case." Dean said, looking from me to the patch of dead grass. Great. Just what I needed.

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While Dean went to look for the groundskeeper to ask about the grave I went to grab Sam to show him the dead circle of grass.

"You think it sounds like our kinda thing?"

"I don't know if dead grass promotes a lot other than bad fertilizer." Sam answered and I nodded, laughing slightly.

"But in a perfect ring?" I asked, pointing around.

"Crop circle?" He asked me and I shoved him.

"You'll take aliens over what most likely is a spirit?" I giggled and he smiled, rolling his eyes.

"Whatever. I watched too much X-files last night alright?"

I rolled my eyes and nodded. It was silent for a moment and we both looked at each other, still smiling but the tone different now.

"Andy I'm…"

I nodded. "Me too."

Glad it was taking smaller and smaller apologies to fix things between us. All we ever seemed to do was fight anymore and if it takes more effort to apologize than to fight, you know you're doing something wrong.

He reached out his hand and ruffled my hair and I smiled, giving him a small hug. "Can I ask you something?" He nodded and put his hands in his pockets. "And you promise not to get all weird about it?" Again, he nodded but more intrigued than he was before.

"Yeah, I promise. What's wrong?"

"Nothing it's just um…" So many ways to ask… and yet…none conveniently popping into my head. "How have your dreams been lately?" I figured since Sam had been in my dream that maybe he had had a dream too. Like not the same one or something close to it. I mean I did get headaches before every time he had a vision. Why couldn't this be like that too?

He shrugged. "Nothing special." He looked at his shoes and kicked a part of a headstone near by.

"Nothing special as in…you didn't happen to have sex with me in a dream?" Might as well just throw it out there.

His eyes popped so far out of his head I thought they were going to explode. He started this coughing fit against his fist and I knew he had almost choked on the gum in his mouth. He looked at me incredulously and then took a quick peak around him to make sure Dean wasn't coming out of no where to kick his ass.

"How did you know that?" He asked me, his voice reaching a high level at the end of his sentence.

I looked at him a bit shocked. That Succubus idea wasn't that bad of a theory now.

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It all made a little bit of sense now. The Succubus must have been sucking, okay ew, lets use feeding instead. The Succubus must have been feeding on Sam's testosterone while he was asleep and maybe his body was trying to warn me? Well, I had definitely heard him loud and friggin clear. It was times like these that I really hated being psychically connected or whatever. Headaches was one thing, seeing Sam's sex dreams was another. But I also felt this weight being lifted off my chest at that thought. The dream hadn't been mine. Which meant everything was alright with Dean and the way I felt about him, nothing had changed. Except, how could you tell him that Sam was having dreams about having sex with me? We'd have to figure out where this Succubus was and stop it before it killed Sam in his sleep. Or before Dean found out and killed him for the dreams in general. It also explained why I was actually feeling nauseous when I woke up. The Succubus was feeding off Sam and probably making him sick in his sleep, but I woke up and felt full effect. Lovely.

"Was that the first dream you had?"

His cheeks blotched with red embarrassment and I felt bad for making him so uncomfortable. But I needed to know. "First one you've known about." He whispered and I looked at him sympathetically even though I felt uncomfortable. "So really? A Succubus?"

I shrugged. "She doesn't have to be in the room to feed on you. At least I don't think. I know that she has a razor sharp tongue that kind of looks like a snake tongue. All she has to do is put the dream whammy on you and suck up from there."

Sam shifted on his feet but I honestly couldn't tell if he was uncomfortable or aroused. "Yeah, I get it."

"When we make sure it's the Succubus we'll tell Dean." Sam gave me this pleading puppy dog look and I tried hard to resist it. "I'm sorry Sam. We can leave out the gory details but he needs to know. And I'm not going to lie to him."

He nodded meekly as I saw Dean come back down the hill. "What did you find out?" I asked as he approached us, holding a small piece of paper in his hand.

"Angela Mason. She was a student at the local college. Her funeral was three days ago."

"And the groundskeeper didn't go a little haywire with the pesticide?" Sam asked, looking around the ground. Glad there was actually something there to look at otherwise it was really obvious Sam was upset.

Dean shook his head. "No, I asked him. No pesticide, no chemicals. Nobody can explain it. So I'm thinking…unholy ground, maybe?"

I nodded as Sam looked up confused. "If something evil happened there, it could easily poison the ground. Remember the farm outside of Cedar Rapids?" I asked and Dean nodded, glad I was seeing what he was talking about.

Sam was shaking his head but Dean was ignoring it for a moment. "Could be the sign of a demonic presence. Or that Angela girl's spirit, if it's powerful enough."

"What's with your head rattle?" I asked him as Dean headed to the car.

We followed and Sam sighed. "It's just…stumbling onto a hunt? Here, of all places?"

Was he serious? We just talked about a freakin Succubus sucking out his testosterone while he was sleeping…and he was arguing about a simple spirit case? Unbelievable.

"Are you sure this is about a hunt, not about something else?" Sam asked.

Dean leaned on the hood of the car, knotting his fingers together. "What else would it be about?" He asked amused. Sam just shook his head and waved him off. "I let you drag my ass out here, the least we can do is check this out."

Sam got in the car and Dean looked at me. "What's his problem?"

"How would I know that?" I asked, snapping slightly.

Dean's face faltered. "Because apparently you two are sharing the same attitude right now."

"Sorry." I muttered kissing his cheek. "Where are we heading to?"

Dean nodded as I got in back. "The girl's dad works in town. He's a professor at the school."

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