Contradictions

Chapter Three

"'Water Lake, Iowa, June 17, 1987. I nearly lost Dean today.'"

"Oh, shit," Sam whispered as he read that first line of the entry of his dad's journal and quickly began reading the rest.

"'I'd just finished a case in Des Moines but I'm no closer to learning about the thing that killed my wife. I'm taking the boys up to Sioux Falls for a quick stop at Singer's. We stopped at this small town called Water Lake. I had just planned for it to be only for a night, but there's something off in this town that I can't put my finger on so I might sniff around. Local lore talks about an Indian girl's spirit haunting the lake, but this doesn't feel like a vengeful spirit.

"'I'd been talking to older men at the motel I'd booked us a room at, trying to get a better handle on the area or anything odd, but it was plain that something was spooking them or something they were scared to talk to strangers about. Dean was playing with Sam over toward the back of the motel where there was a small playground for kids. Dean's been watching over his brother since the night of the fire. Hell, he looks after Sam and Sam looks at Dean for most of the looking after at times, so I've never had to worry about it, but this time something in my gut told me to look up. I did, and then I was running because I only saw Sam sitting in the sandbox.

"'The motel sat up against some woods so I thought maybe Dean had seen something in the woods that he deemed a threat to his little brother and even at 8 years old, he'd decided to go check it out but when I called for him, I didn't get a response. I'd gone back, grabbed Sam up to be sure he was with me and together we set off through these woods looking for my oldest. A little over an hour of searching, of yelling, of my panic reaching new levels, we located Dean. He was just sitting under a tree like in a daze. He wasn't hurt except for what looked like a bite mark on his wrist.

"'It took me another 15 minutes of shaking him, of finally Sam crawling out of my arms and down onto Dean's lap and laying his hands on his face to call his name like only Sam did before Dean snapped out of whatever it was. I wanted to shake him, to yell at him for walking off and leaving his brother but it was clear he was confused, not aware of how long he'd been gone. But it was what he said when I asked him what he'd seen that made him go into the forest that chilled me to the bone. He said he'd seen a little green reptile girl.'"

Sam frowned as he read the journal entries for this period of time and suddenly really wished he'd read about this place, read what their dad had written over the short time they'd been in this area.

"'After I got the boys settled in the motel room, I waited for Sam to be asleep before I tried to ask Dean anything else that he might remember from that time in the woods but all he said was that she was a little green girl with snake scales, blue eyes, patchy black hair, no shoes or clothes on but she wanted his brother so he wanted to chase her away from Sam. Then he said he lost track of whatever else had happened. Once they were asleep, I went to ask the motel owner if there was any local lore about large reptiles or little green girls, and while she laughed and scoffed, I could tell my questions were making her edgy. She suggested, if Dean's bite looked infected, I take him to the local clinic where this Doc Ames worked.'"

Sam scowled at this. "Doc Ames, huh?" he muttered, making notes on a paper beside him of things to look into deeper, or pull up on his laptop or to bring up when he paid that damn clinic another visit once Bobby was with him.

"'I did consider taking Dean to that clinic the next day. He was more sluggish in the morning, pale, and not his usual energetic self. He didn't even want to play with his brother, but he did seem a little too interested in those woods as there were times when I'd look up from researching the local lore while Sam colored nearby and Dean would be outside staring at the woods. Twice I'd have to go nudge him until he looked back at me and he'd just shrug and say the little snake girl was calling him but he didn't want to go.

"'I had planned to leave the boys in the motel that night while I went to check out the lake for that Indian spirit so after I made sure they'd eaten and were in bed, I'd laid down to grab some shuteye only to be woken up in the middle of the night with Sam screaming bloody murder and Dean shouting at something to go away, to leave them alone and never try to eat his little brother or he'd kill her. I got to their room and Dean was sitting in the closet with Sam in his arms, a knife beside him and his eyes wild. He said the little snake girl had been at their window urging him to come out, to play with her, to give her Sam for food, and then Sam had woken up and screamed when he'd seen the monster.

"'All Sam would do was cling to Dean and mumble about a scaly monster wanting his brother. Normally I might have put it off to my boys' imagination but too much about this little green girl had come up in too short a time. So I decided to be safe, I'd pack the boys up, take them to Bobby and then I'd come back to Water Lake to get to the bottom of this even though the owner of the diner urged me the other day when we were there to just let it drop as a kids dream. There's something about this town, about why any mention of a little green girl shuts people down that I want to know about, especially if it might be a threat to my boys.'"

Sam stared at the journal as he reread those entries with a frown. He didn't always remember things from when he was that young, but now, as he thought about it, he slowly began to recall a night when he'd woken up to hearing scratching from claws on glass. He'd opened his eyes to see Dean at the window staring into the face of a… "What the goddamn hell did we see that time or what might be in this town?" he asked the room, eyes narrowing at the mention of the diner owner and then once again recalled the waitress mentioning seeing a journal like this before while mentioning seeing them at the diner. Suddenly Sam knew who it was time to pay another visit to.

Water Lake Diner, Closing Time:

"We need to get outta this town, Harri," Ike was saying as he finished closing the kitchen. "Pack up tonight and just drive until we find another place, any other place to start over at. Water Lake just isn't safe anymore."

His wife's laugh was between sarcastic and bitter as she closed out the register, counting her tips as well before putting both in a bank money bag. "Water Lake hasn't been safe in almost 30 years, Ike!" she replied, shaking her head while looking out at the rows of tables and booths and thinking back to earlier that day. "It hasn't been safe since old Doc Monroe retired suddenly and that Doctor Ames fella moved in!"

"And it's getting more dangerous with each passing month, Harri!" Ike snapped, wiping his hands on a dishrag. "If that boy didn't eat that food, if he wasn't incapacitated like the doctor wanted when his pals went to collect him then he'll be sending them over here next and…" he'd paused to open the back door to throw a bag of trash out only to freeze when he found the barrel of a 9mm Taurus Model 92 aimed at his face.

"Yeah, about that," Sam began coldly, holding his weapon steady while motioning the older man back into the diner. "I guess you didn't drug the salad or the water enough to really do much more than put me out for more than a few hours. But it was enough to cause my brother to vanish from that clinic," he stated, seeing and recognizing both surprise and then fear on the diner owner's face as his wife entered the kitchen and saw him.

"So, I read my dad's journal from the time before. My mistake was not reading it sooner. You told my dad to just shrug off what my brother was saying about little green girls and to leave," he gazed back and forth between the couple, raising an eyebrow. "Clearly something's up at that clinic and with this town to have people scared, to have you scared. How many other people have you drugged with your 'special' lunch and fed to him for whatever he's doing?" he demanded.

"NO!" Ike exclaimed as Harri laid a hand on his arm as if to encourage him to finally tell the truth. "No, that's not what we do."

"Then what do you do?" Sam wanted to know, motioning to the kitchen and then out to the front of the diner. "You were trying really hard to push the special on me."

"The special has a higher dose of whatever Ames gave Ike to use if he wants someone knocked out," Harri finally spoke up, ignoring her husband's hiss to 'shut up'. "No! I will not do this anymore, Ike! I told you years ago when his father was here to tell him what we thought might be going on but you clammed up just like everyone else in this damn town! People clam up and how many innocents have disappeared because of it? Disappeared or maybe died?"

"That ain't none of our concern, Harri!" Ike argued, wishing he hadn't started to feel like that since at times he had shared his wife's views on this topic. "Our concern, my concern, is to make sure what happened back in '87 never happens to us again!"

Sam had been watching the couple and could easily see the older woman would be his best chance at getting any answers. Then he frowned at hearing what Ike said. "Wait. What happened in '87?" he asked them. "Before or after my dad and us came through Water Lake? Is that why you told him to ignore what Dean had told him and to move on?"

"Boy, if I had known what would happen a month or so after I'd told your father that, I never would have opened my damn mouth!" Ike told him grimly. "Rather some boy from not around here be her victim than my own boy!"

It felt like a hard knot hitting his gut as Sam took this in, but while he did lower his Taurus a little, he didn't lower it all the way as he shot the couple a hard look. "So then Dean did see something. I saw something that last night in the motel window," he said, seeing Ike's jaw tighten. "My dad could have helped, if you, if anyone had told him about whatever this was."

"No one could help then and no one can help now," Ike replied, shaking his head while turning back to the sink to finish his dishes, but looked back over his shoulder at Sam. "If your brother's missing, if he vanished from that clinic then you might as well forget about him and move on out of Water Lake 'cause he'll never be found. None of them ever are."

Sam felt the muscle in his jaw twitch at the suggestion of just walking away. He reached over to grab Ike by the shoulder, yanking him around to shove him against the tall stainless steel refrigerator with his Taurus still held ready. "I'm telling you the same thing I told that damn doctor! I will not leave this town until I've found my brother!" Sam snapped, using his peripheral vision to keep Harri in his sight but the woman didn't seem interested in attacking him or even agreeing with her husband. "Tell me what the hell is going on? Did your son disappear after you told Dad to leave? Have other people vanished? What's the clinic's part in it?" he asked, needing an answer to at least start to have a hope of finding Dean.

"Look, I get it. Ames or whatever, whoever has you, has the town scared for whatever reason or whatever he's doing. I get it. And I get that you feel telling my dad to leave caused something to happen to your son. And for that, I'll apologize. But if you had just told Dad if you knew anything about some little green girl then, believe it or not, my father could have helped," Sam went on while silently recalling his dad writing that he planned to go back but must not have, stepping away from Ike to look over at Harri; his own fear and concern for Dean now starting to show more. "I can help you because I will not stop looking for Dean until I find him or find out what Ames did with him or…"

"Sweetheart, no one knows exactly what happens to those people who go into that clinic. We just know that they don't ever come back out and there's never any record of them even having gone in for whatever," Harri told him, motioning him to come out into the dining area with her to sit. "It's mostly strangers. People passing through town, and almost always men, though it seems like if some time has passed and Ames is desperate then a young girl might go missing."

"The locals know better than to go to that clinic or take their loved ones there. Especially if they were boys, teenage boys now or men," Harri told him with a frown, offering him a glass of water.

"Considering the last thing I ate or drank here was drugged, I'll pass on that," Sam replied but did sit down at the counter, still keeping an eye on Ike as he finally exited the kitchen to be sure he hadn't called anyone. "Your son? How old was he? And did you take him to the clinic?" he asked the couple.

Harri sighed, reaching up onto a shelf to take down a 4x6 colored photo of a boy that looked to be between 8 and 10 with dark hair. "No. Marty played ball and one day he didn't come here after practice. Ike and I figured he must have gone to one of his friends houses to play but when I started calling around and every mother I talked to either denied he was there or got real nervous, I began fearing something bad had happened," she explained with a look of loss that only someone who had lost a child might understand. "When he didn't come home, we went to report him missing but the sheriff really didn't do much."

"A couple days after we reported our boy missing, Dr. Ames and one of his hired help, a large guy, came by," Ike stared at the photo of his son before looking up at Sam. "He never admitted to anything. All he said was that I shouldn't have told that stranger in the leather jacket, and black car to take his boys and leave. He said his little precious had been looking forward to claiming the older one; she'd gone so far as to already mark him with her bite, and the little one, well, that would've been a snack," he still shivered as he recalled the man's tone of voice, the way his smiled as he said this before leaving the diner with one final warning. "He said if I didn't want that to happen to any of our other kids or to my wife, I'd learn to do what the rest of the town did and help him keep her happy by giving him people for his clinic."

Sam was now eager to start looking for Dean but also knew he should wait until Bobby got there since he still didn't have any solid clues on who or what had grabbed him now or what had been seen back in '87. "Okay. So what's up with the drugging people?" he wanted to know. "That doctor didn't want me to stay at that clinic. Hell, he was doing everything but pushing me out so if this was about using people for some kind of food for something or…"

"All he said was when you came, to make sure you ate the special. His boys at the motel would take care of you later on," Ike shrugged, staring at the counter instead of the younger man's intense gaze. "Sometimes if a couple of people come through or even a family and the doctor decides one of them might be a good candidate for whatever, he'll tell me to slip a little of whatever he gave me into that one certain dish. Either the man he wants ends up sick and goes to the clinic or that person might already be there, like your brother, and he needs to get rid of anyone that might go looking for him."

"Like me," Sam nodded, deciding that made sense even if he didn't understand why Dean had been the prime target for this attack. Then he recalled Ike mentioning something the doctor had told him about this thing 'marking' Dean with her bite all those years ago. "He still has that scar on his hand from where he was bitten in the woods," he shot a look up at the older couple. "Tell me anything you know or that might be rumors since I know despite being scared of this guy, that people would have to talk or someone has tried to find out about the disappearances or…"

"The town had a deputy when Doctor Ames first came to town and the weirdness began. He tried to look at things but then the sheriff told him to stop," Harri told Sam, digging into an old phone book until she came up with a faded and torn piece of paper with a name and address on it. "He quit the department after an injury left him unable to work anymore, but some people say he still has all his original notes and research from when this started."

Sam took the paper to glance at the address. Putting it into his GPS showed him the man, if he was still alive, lived at least two hours outside of Water Lake. That was farther than he'd like to go considering the speed in which he needed to find his brother, but he also knew he had at least another 4 hours before Bobby got to him.

"I'm not usually as blunt as my brother or even as my father was but if I'm expected by any of those so-called cronies or if this is just a way to lure me out of town to get jumped or if this costs me my brother's life, I will be back," Sam warned Ike seriously. "Dean is all I have left from my family. I wish I had looked at Dad's journal before even stopping in this damn town or that I'd never left him alone in that clinic. I don't know what kind of experiment Ames might be doing to the people he grabs or what this… thing was or is that he seems to be using people for whatever, but my brother will not be its next victim," he promised, pushing away from the counter to head for the back door since he'd parked the Impala back behind the diner but he paused at the swinging kitchen door to look back.

"Harri? I'd listen to Ike though. I think you both need to clear out of this town. I don't think either of you are bad people. I don't think anyone in this town, except that doctor and maybe some of his staff, are bad people. Clear out, start over someplace fresh without whatever this is," Sam added as he left the diner.

The hunter in Sam, the hunter that both his father and Dean trained, almost knew he was being watched, but he wasn't sure why, who or even what. He didn't feel like it was any of the security goons from the clinic or anyone else working for Ames. Sam felt that if that was the case, they would have confronted him by now.

Every piece of him screamed to either confront the doctor or go into those woods that seemed to have been where his brother had first seen that strange green, snake skinned girl back in 1987.

Sam feared losing Dean for good this time. He didn't know what had happened after he'd left the clinic, when he suddenly recalled, as he'd been passing out earlier, hearing his brother's ringtone and quickly pulled his phone out to see he had one voicemail.

Swearing at himself for not checking his phone sooner, he opened his voicemail and felt his stomach drop even more than it already was as soon as he heard his brother's message.

"'C'mon, Sammy. Damn it, Sam! Sammy… you get this… creepy… creepy doc. W-watch your back, little… brother. I… I… mmhmh!'"

Sam swallowed the lump in his throat, willed his fingers to unclench from around the phone, and not punch the Impala's dashboard in useless frustration. "I'm going to find you, Dean," he whispered to the inside of the car, reaching blindly into the box of cassette tapes on the floor to put one into the tape deck because he knew it was one of his brother's favorite and right then Sam needed some kind of connection so he didn't lose his mind in worry. "Hang on, Dean. I'll find you."

Elsewhere:

Cold. Damp cold that seemed to seep into any part of his body that Dean Winchester might be able to feel. It was that cold that helped to start his consciousness to return. That and a sudden sharp slap across his face.

"Wake up, boy. I want you awake and mostly coherent for this part."

That voice. Dean figured there were a few voices he'd never forget in his life and this one, the voice of Doctor Clay Ames would be one of them.

The doctor, when he wasn't playing friendly, rural doctor to lure in unsuspecting victims, had a harder, colder voice as it echoed through Dean's head. Or maybe Dean was just hearing an echo in general since he thought he heard other echoes, like his heart throbbing in his ears, the sound of screeching like from birds and other more distant sounds that he couldn't distinguish yet.

Forcing his eyes to open, Dean had to blink several times in order to clear his vision. He almost knew he was still drugged but this drug was different than any he'd ever encountered before because as Dean struggled to wake fully, to see where he was or, more importantly, how he could escape and find Sam, he began to realize with more than a little concern that his body was mostly if not completely paralyzed.

Dean's vision was dim but wasn't sure if that was a result of the drugs he'd been given so far, the beating in the van he blearily thought he recalled receiving when he woke up once and tried to fight despite his bonds, or the darkness in wherever he'd been taken.

"W…Where's… my brother?" He forced those words out despite barely being able to feel his tongue and his mouth and throat being so dry it hurt to swallow.

Dean knew he was in trouble. He'd known that from the second he realized the old doctor had drugged him. Trouble was, it was still nothing he wasn't unfamiliar with. Dean's concern though, for so long as he breathed, would be for his brother.

Doctor Ames turned back from where he'd lit a few oil lanterns around the cave to provide some illumination since he wanted this man to see what he'd woken him up to see. "Dead," he replied simply, coldly; walking back to where he'd had his men drop Dean deep inside the cave that had been serving its purpose well ever since he'd discovered it shortly after moving to the small town more than 40 years ago. "I couldn't have your brother interfering in this or insisting on finding you so of course I had to have others in town take care of him."

Normally Dean would have scoffed or refused even the thought of that boast since he knew Sam could handle himself with monsters so he had no doubts that his brother could handle small town jackasses. Normally. This time as the doctor smiled, something iced over in Dean's heart and he feared that man might be telling the truth.

Struggling past the drugs, forcing himself to swallow, to find some spit to wet his mouth with, Dean worked up a glare. "I will kill you if… if you touched him," he mumbled, shivering and trying to see if he could move any part of him whenever another thing began to dawn on the hunter: not only was he still tied with heavy, coarse ropes but there were hooks with short chains attached into the bedrock floor and walls.

"Dean, your concern should be more for yourself," Dr. Ames told him, kneeling close by to offer another calm, too calm, smile while looking back over his shoulder at the darkest part of the cave where the bird screeching seemed to be coming from. "I told you back at the clinic that you were strong so you might last longer than most others that have served this most noble purpose."

"Yeah. What… what noble purpose would that be, jackass?" Dean managed to ask, grunting when the doctor backhanded him hard enough that he tasted blood. "So much for that Hippocratic oath, Doc. Drugging, hitting your patients, making them vanish as a part of some master mad scientist scheme to…" he stopped when a sudden flash of memory had him frowning.

Dr. Ames smiled as he watched the man's jaw clench. "You're remembering, aren't you?" he asked him, reaching behind Dean to untie his hands. "Don't bother trying to fight or try to escape. The propofol I gave you back at the clinic is still working, and then on the way here I gave you a small dose of botulinum neurotoxin to paralyze you. I'll give you a heavier dose soon to help make you more pliant," he told him, feeling Dean's muscles try to tense but knew he was unable to as he took his one hand to look at the faded white scar on his one hand. "You got this wound here in White Lake back in 1987, didn't you, boy?"

As soon as the doctor brought up the scar on his hand, Dean's already ice cold blood began to freeze over and he felt his heart start to pound faster.

Memories. Distant. Blurry. Nightmares.

Dean recalled the name of the town when Sam had been looking for places they might find a clinic that wouldn't ask questions for his blood loss. He recalled they'd stopped there with their dad when Sam had been little but in truth, the rest of it had been a faded memory to Dean and he hadn't thought to look to see what his dad might have written about it.

He did recall being bit by something in the woods, but everything else had just been what Dean had put off to Sam's nightmares when his little brother would wake up for weeks after screaming about the snake girl in the window wanting to eat him.

Now it was like the fog cleared in his numb mind and Dean vividly recalled the day behind that ratty old motel, watching Sam play in the sandbox when something in the woods had caught his eye.

Even at 8 years old, Dean's most important job was looking after Sam and so he'd gone into the woods with the plan to have a quick look to be sure whatever might be lurking there wouldn't be a threat to 4-year-old brother.

That was when things went weird for him and now as the hunter struggled to breathe as sounds began to come closer from that dark alcove, Dean feared it might be about to get more than weird.

"She marked you that day in those woods, boy," Dr. Ames told him, looking to the dark alcove before looking back at Dean with a wide smile as he went on to explain. "My beautiful little precious creation. My best work to date as I've never been able to replicate the procedure. She was the only one to survive the hatching. The other eggs either didn't hatch or they died shortly after from their DNA being too reptile."

Dean's eyes widened, snapping between the doctor and that alcove when memories kept flashing of another time when he'd seen a little girl in the woods with green scale skin, blue almost reptile shaped eyes and patches of black hair.

It had been something in her eyes, something in an almost melodic sound she'd made that had drawn him farther into the woods and away from the safety of his father. Dean recalled a voice in his head then urging him to follow her and he had. He also now recalled how he got the bite on his wrist.

"If she lured boys she liked into the woods to play, she'd used her venom just enough to make them sick so they'd have to be brought to the clinic. This was before the parents in town began to get suspicious of all the disappearances and stopped bringing their children to me," Dr. Ames continued, letting Dean's wrist drop listlessly beside him while he reached for a bag he'd brought with him this time to begin to prepare another needle but also several other types of restraints. "You were the first one she actually bit in this way so I knew that meant she'd chosen, even so young, for you to be the one."

"The one… what?" Dean demanded, voice slurring more, and he found it was hard to keep his eyes focused at the feel of the needle in his arm again. "I… I was… eight. She… it… ugh!"

"She…" Dr. Ames stressed coldly, furious that even now, even drugged and helpless, that this useless man had the audacity to act like his precious was some type of horrid creature. "...was roughly around 10 years old at that time. She liked you. You were strong even as a child, so she chose you to be marked. Then once I had you, and had taken your brother for other purposes and dealt with your father, you would have been held and kept until such a time as she would have mated with you," he nodded as Dean's glassy eyes went wide with horror as things began to fully set in even as his body seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

"In addition to using the men I bring her for sport or play, she must also feed on human blood. Usually the toys I bring her don't last long as they fight, they try to escape even while incapacitated with my drugs or her venom, but I think you might last a day or so more than normal," the doctor remarked with a cheerful chuckle, motioning around the cave. "This whole cave system is her home. It only has one way in or out and I'll lock that when I leave. Even though the townspeople suspect something, no one knows this cave exists or even where her lair is, for those that have seen her roaming the woods. For however long you live once I leave here, this will be your cage," he paused to grab a handful of Dean's hair to yank his head back to stare into his face. "You will obey my precious. You will do whatever she says, or wants to do with you; whether that be feed from you, play with you in her own special way, or mate with you."

Dean struggled against a sudden rare burst of fear, fully understanding the risk he was in and also understanding the odds of rescue this time might be slim to none. "Rape me, you mean," he gritted as he glared at his kidnapper.

"Of course not, boy," Dr. Ames laughed, finding a vein in Dean's neck for one final needle to be inserted. "She chose you as her mate. You just happened to find your way back here and now she can finally claim you," he said, shrugging. "Of course, you'll die in the end but by then you'll probably be begging for death and you might even help further along science."

"Go to… hell!" Dean growled, feeling sick at the thought of what the man had been saying. He also felt sick about not knowing whether or not Sam was alive, or maybe might be used as sport for whatever thing he was about to confront.

He willed his arms to move, or even to be able to kick the bastard to try to get free of the cave after the ropes binding his ankles had been removed, but Dean found his entire body was heavy, paralyzed from movement even though he could still feel.

A sound from the mouth of that alcove made him shift his eyes as much as he could and felt a huge lump form in his throat even while his stomach twisted.

"Ah. My lovely, beautiful precious. Come. Come and meet your newest toy, your chosen one," Dr. Ames said without looking, almost knowing what Dean was seeing.

Dean had hunted a lot of things, had seen a lot of things, but nothing so far in his life had prepared him for this sight. Nothing except one time in the woods of Water Lake.

The little girl he'd seen then had been terrifying, seen up close in the motel window. Now, as he forced eyes that were blurring from too many drugs, he watched what Dean thought could have only been real in a sci-fi movie or TV.

The creature, woman, reptile, the hunter couldn't decide on a term that would fit what he was seeing, slowly exited the alcove.

She was tall, almost as tall as he was at 6'1" and slender with long black hair braided on one side and blue eyes. That's where the normal ended for Dean and the weird began because while she wore a thin, short nightgown like dress, her skin was all green snake or reptile scales. Her blue eyes were reptile eyes when she gazed across the cave at him and when she smiled, while most of her teeth looked human, she had the fangs of a snake.

"Mine," she said in the same almost sing-song melodic voice Dean recalled from years ago, trying to look away from her gaze as she hastened her long stride across the cave until she was close enough to kneel beside him.

"Yes, Loralei. This is the boy you marked all those long years ago in the woods," Dr. Ames told her, smiling like a proud father as he watched this half human/half reptile young woman slide her eyes over Dean's face before following it with a hand that had long, slender fingers but with claw like nails. "He doesn't want to be with you but your father took care so he will obey you," he went on, sneering at a helpless Dean. "You may stun him yourself but try not to kill him too soon. You'll want to… play with him for a while."

"I won't kill him until his body succumbs," Loralei replied, eyes gazing intently on Dean's green ones as she slid her hand up his chest to his face, hissing when he tried to jerk back from her touch. "Mine! You will be mine! You will love me as I have spent all these years loving you after marking you," she said, catching his face between both hands to hold it tightly still while leaning closer to smile; but this time as she did so she showed what appeared like a snake's tongue a second before it darted forward to invade her captive's mouth as she kissed him.

Dr. Ames stood to the side to watch as Dean weakly attempted to struggle until slowly, finally between his drugs and the venom on his creation's tongue, the man's body was still even though his eyes were wide open and aware.

"Enjoy him, my precious. I have to get back to the clinic to make other preparations in case there would be questions," he told her but knew by the way her clawed hands were already making short work of Dean's clothes while dragging him across the floor towards her special area that he'd done his job and pleased her with this special gift. "Goodbye, boy."

Two Hours Away from Water Lake:

Following the GPS coordinates to the house of the former deputy that Harri had given him, Sam was still wishing he'd just gone to look for Dean; an icy feeling in his blood screaming at him that he needed to find his brother and find him as soon as he could.

"But I can't do that without knowing what I might be facing or what that doctor is up to," Sam reminded himself, slowing down to pull into the driveway of a small single story house that had seen better days… about 20 years ago. "With my luck, this guy will have died or something," he muttered as he climbed out of the Impala while debating if he was going into this with the truth or using a fake ID when the sudden sound of a pistol cocking was heard right before he felt something whiz by his jacket sleeve.

"I told you bastards the next time anyone showed up at my door that I'd put a .45 in your skull! Well, guess Ames still thinks I'm a threat so unless you're in that piece of shit in the next 5 seconds, my next shot will be through your heart!"

TBC