The Impala barreled down the road with Dean behind the wheel and Sam resting quietly in the passenger's seat. They had been on the road all night looking for the incubus that has been terrorizing the surrounding areas for the past few weeks. Dean is relieved that he's not too tired to drive. His dreams have been riddled with a mysterious green eyed woman that has him feeling off his game. He knows Sam senses that something is wrong but he's not ready to talk about it just yet. There's got to be something to these dreams and visions. Small things bring them on but so far Dean has been able to keep Sam from knowing too much.
They pull into a local motel and Dean reaches over and slaps Sam on the chest. "Wake up Sleeping Beauty, we're in Birmingham. I'm going in to get us a room. You grab the bags." Sam sat up groggily and looked around at the Alabama landscape. Lots of trees and rolling hills and hot as any place he'd ever been. Dean unfolded himself from the front seat and went inside the office to grab a room. The bell on the door tinkled as he entered and a short dark haired woman looked up from the book she was reading. "Can I help you?", she asked sweetly. Her name tag said 'Lana'. "Well Lana," Dean said looking her in the eyes and giving her his most sexy sideways grin. "I need a room, two beds and preferably down on the far end of the building. My brother snores pretty loud and I wouldn't want to disturb the neighbors."
Lana looked at Dean as if she didn't much believe that story but nodded anyway as she flipped open the book on the desk to check room availabilities, not that there were many guests staying in the motel. "I have room 13 at the end of the building. Would that be alright with you? It has two full beds complete with Magic Fingers." Dean's eyes lit up at the mention of the Magic Fingers and he said, "We'll take it!" He slid the cash across the desk to Lana and signed for the room using the alias Danny Hutton. Lana handed him the key and Dean thanked her before walking back out into the humidity that was Alabama.
Sam was leaned against the Impala with his legs crossed at the ankles. Dean's bag was thrown over his shoulder and his laptop was tucked under his arm. "Took you long enough. Who are you today?" Dean's eyes sparkled as he answered, "Danny Hutton." Sam shook his head. "Since when do you like Three Dog Night?" Dean shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know man, it just kind of popped in my head." He opens the door and Sam goes in to begin his search on the lore of the incubus. Dean throws the keys on the bed side table and Sam is stretched out at the little table in front of the windows. They do not open the curtains but prefer the darkness of the room just as it is. There is a window air conditioning unit that is kicking it as fast as it can trying to beat the heat from outside.
Soon Sam was reading out loud from his laptop sharing the information he had found on an incubus. "An incubus (nominal form constructed from the Latin verb, incubo, incubare, or "to lie upon") is a demon in male form who, according to a number of mythological and legendary traditions, lies upon sleepers, especially women, in order to have sexual intercourse with them. Its female counterpart is the succubus. An incubus may pursue sexual relations with a woman in order to father a child, as in the legend of Merlin. Religious tradition holds that repeated intercourse with an incubus or succubus may result in the deterioration of health, or even death. It also says that they can sometimes be an ugly yet beautiful strange mix of a man that the woman is in love with."
Dean looked pensive before he spoke, "Well does it say how to kill the evil sons of bitches?" Sam looks down at his laptop and shakes his head. "So far I haven't found anything. I'll have to keep searching." Dean folded his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. "Well wake me when you find something. I'm going to grab a quick nap." Sam didn't answer but looked over to his older brother and wondered if he would have those strange dreams that he thought he was hiding from him. He decided to keep searching for ways to kill the incubus as well as ways to find one while he kept a semi eye on Dean as he slept.
Dean drifted off to sleep and soon began dreaming about the woman that kept meeting him there in his dreams. She was short and barely reached his chest. He felt like he was supposed to protect her. She looked up at him and her black rimmed, green eyes looked up at him lovingly. Her eyes almost reminded him of a panther's eyes in their color. She had a light smattering of freckles beneath that golden tan that looked as if she loved spending time in the sun. Her hair was tucked behind her ears and there was a streak of pink along the right side and also tucked behind her ear. Then the dream changed and he saw her in a kitchen, one that gave him the feeling that it was his kitchen. She was cooking and had the radio playing beside her on the counter. He heard the strains of Three Dog Night's "Shambala" playing as she moved her hips and danced around the kitchen. She sang the words in a lovely voice tinged with a Southern drawl, "Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain, With the rain in Shambala, Wash away my sorrows, wash away my shame, With the rain in Shambala."
Dean stood in the doorway leaning against the doorframe and watched her until she noticed him standing there. She only smiled and continued her singing but now she sashayed toward him. Her rounded hips swayed and caused him to have a sexual stirring and his heart to beat a little harder. As she got closer to him she reached her hand out to him and crooked her finger calling him to her. He licked his lips and strode toward her with an animalistic smile on his lips. She turned her back to him and his hands rested on her hips as she swayed back into his body. She looked over her shoulder at him and bit her bottom lip and Dean leaned down to kiss the back of her neck. He let his lips and tongue play there and felt himself grow more aroused.
Suddenly he was startled out of his dream by the sound of his phone ringing and vibrating on the table beside his head. He almost leaped from the bed as he grabbed the phone and answered all in one quick hunter like move. It was Bobby, "Where are you digits?" His gruff voice brought Dean to full attention and he answered, "Birmingham, Alabama. We're looking for an incubus. You ever dealt with one of those?" Dean rubbed the back of his neck and tried to shake the dream that he had just been having. He was almost finding it difficult to pay attention to what Bobby was telling him. "Yeah several years ago your dad was chasing one but it got away before we could figure out what to do about it. I'll have to go back and consult some of my books to find out more information on them." Dean and Bobby talked for a few more minutes, with Bobby telling Dean that he and Garth would be in Oklahoma in search of a shtriga.
When Dean hung up the phone he relayed the message to Sam and frowned when he saw the look on Sam's face. "Dude what were you dreaming just before the phone rang? You were humming something and had a goofy grin on your face.", Sam said with one raised eyebrow. Dean fought to keep from blushing and said, "Yeah well it was a good dream. You don't need to know anymore than that!" Sam threw a book of matches at Dean and said, "Jerk!" Dean smirked and said, "Bitch!", before getting up off the bed and going to the bathroom. He slammed the door behind him and shook his head. Who is this woman and why I she invading his dreams?