Contradictions

Chapter Four

As soon as the first shot was fired and went past his shoulder, Sam was whirling with empty hands held up and facing out to show he was unarmed. "Wait! Deputy SilverHeart! I wasn't sent by Ames!" Sam called out, trying to see into the fading darkness of the covered porch where he guessed the shot had been fired from. "I came here to ask you about him and his clinic though."

"And why the hell would you do that, junior?" a gruff voice demanded from the shadows. "No one around here wants to know anything about that bastard or that clinic or what he really does there."

"Because my brother is missing and I'm fairly certain Doctor Ames is behind it," Sam returned evenly, stepping slowly away from the Impala but kept his hands where the other man could see them even if Sam couldn't see him.

A heavy silence that lasted several minutes made Sam uneasy but he took it as a good sign that he hadn't been shot yet when suddenly a porch light snapped on and he saw a tall, bronze-skinned man with long black hair leaning against the porch post, a .45 held in one fist as he gazed out at Sam with dark brown eyes.

"There'd be no 'fairly' about it. If your brother vanished from inside that damn hellhole then Ames was behind it for sure." He continued to eye Sam as if gauging him until he put the weapon up, straightened and motioned Sam to come onto the porch while he moved to take a seat in a chair.

As Sam cautiously stepped onto the porch, he now got a better look and suddenly realized the former Water Lake deputy had a prosthesis for his left leg, guessing that had been what Harri had meant when she said he hadn't been able to do the job anymore.

"As you can tell, I'm a little cautious in case Ames decides I still might be a threat to his little operation back over there," Gabe SilverHeart said upon noticing Sam's eyes had moved to his artificial leg. "I must have gotten too close to the heart of what he's hiding after not listening to my bosses telling me to back off and one night I got called out to a domestic call that turned out to be a set-up," he said, tapping his fingers on where his knee ended and his fake leg began. "All I remember was being hit with some type of drug and going down. I knew the voices as Ames' goons from the clinic and maybe even someone from the office, and when I woke up three days later, the doctors in Cedar Rapids said to save me they had to take the leg."

Sam sat in the chair motioned to him and recalled something Dean had said once about understanding monsters better than he ever did people. There were moments like this that Sam shared that feeling.

"The waitress at the diner gave me your name and address," Sam told him to the unspoken question of how he'd found him. "I think Harri was trying to make up a little for the fact that her husband drugged me on orders of the doctor. It didn't work like planned cause I only lost 6 hours, but it was enough time for him to make off with my brother," he went on. "I pushed that someone in the town or anywhere had to have gotten suspicious of him or the disappearances and might know even a little to help me find him. She gave me your info. So, what do you know?"

Gabe eyed the young man critically for a long moment. Even before moving back to Iowa after a stint in the Army, he'd been able to read people fairly easily and his read on Sam was that while he was worried about his brother, confused even about what had happened to him, the former deputy got a read that this young man wasn't new to odd things happening.

He'd guessed the moment that Sam only barely flinched when the .45 round from his Colt went by him instead of diving to the dirt that he was also used to weapons.

"Why was your brother at the clinic?" Gabe asked, shaking his head when he noticed Sam tense and saw him frown as if considering his answer. "No. If you want my help then you'll tell me the truth," he said sternly. "I know you're not locals so you must have been passing through."

"My brother had gotten… hurt in Joliet. He lost blood and kept passing out. He… we don't really care for large hospitals but I knew I couldn't get him to Sioux Falls where a friend lives. Dean recalled the town's name, that when we'd been kids we stopped there once with our father. So I was desperate and I stopped," Sam replied, still angry with himself for not doing any research on the place and for leaving Dean in the first place.

Noticing the slight pause when he said his brother had gotten hurt in Joliet, Gabe continued to stare at Sam. "Hurt how?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as if in warning. "The truth or you can get back in that fancy car, go back where you came from, and any chance you might still have of finding your brother will be gone," he warned.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth," Sam shot back while also knowing he couldn't go back to Water Lake without at least seeing if this man knew anything.

"My people are of the Meswaki Nation. It's the only federally recognized tribe still in Iowa. My grandfather was a shaman. My grandmother was a healer," Gabe replied calmly, leaning forward to watch Sam closely. "I've seen things. I've heard things. So you'd be surprised at what I'd believe, son. Now tell me the truth since I already know you aren't some normal college kid. You don't have the vibe for it."

Sam wasn't expecting that comment but finally decided he didn't have time to play games. "My brother and I are hunters; just not your everyday kind. We hunt monsters. We hunt the types of things that most people don't believe in or think are just on TV," he told him, continuing when all he got was a nod. "In Joliet, we were hunting a Djinn. That's a…"

"Genie," Gabe interrupted, smirking when Sam's eyes widened as if surprised he not only knew that but that he wasn't laughing at him or mocking him. "I told you, kid, you'd be shocked at what I'd believe. Now granted, I didn't think there were any in the states since the ones I encountered when I was in the Army were mostly in the Middle East. They're bastards," he added.

"Can't disagree there," Sam muttered, sighing and going on with his explanation. "Dean was caught by the one we were hunting as we looked for a missing girl. By the time I found him, the girl was dead and the Djinn had drained Dean of a lot of blood. He woke himself up while I was trying, and short story, we killed the Djinn and I got him out of there but he needed blood and…"

Gabe nodded in understanding, watching Sam's body language as he both told the story and sat in the chair now. "You're younger, aren't you?" he asked him, laughing when again Sam frowned at him as if surprised at the question. "You almost lost him to that Djinn. Now here you are, scared you will lose him to whatever is happening back in Water Lake. You're carrying a world of guilt on those broad shoulders, aren't you?"

"I didn't want to leave him at the clinic. I had barely just found him in that warehouse, so yeah, I had serious issues about leaving him there but the doctor insisted I'd be bored. Then Dean, because I think he realized I was close to punching the guy, told me to go get him food." Sam's smile was shaky as he thought back to that, but also the words in Dean's voicemail. "He left me a voicemail. I could tell he'd been drugged and before he was cut off, he told me about the doctor and told me to watch my back," he looked up at the older man with a forced smile. "Dean always protects me. He has since we've been kids. Twice in a week I failed to protect or help him. Now I don't know where the hell he is or who or even what has him and…"

"How long has he been missing?" Gabe asked while pushing himself to his feet to head inside his house, motioning for Sam to follow.

"Probably close to 9 hours since I lost six thanks to being drugged," Sam muttered sourly.

"You were lucky to even wake up or to wake up in the same place that you passed out in," Gabe told him grimly, heading to a small office off the kitchen where a cluttered desk and computer sat. "Ames' cronies must have gotten busy or thought the drugs would knock you out for longer than 6 hours." He sat behind the desk to open a drawer with a large file folder that he removed. "As for that time that he's been missing… I can't tell you the odds of finding him alive since none of these victims have ever been found so a timeline could never be pinned down. As a cop, I know the sooner the better but this is not your usual kidnapping or missing persons case."

"Then what the hell is it?" Sam demanded, sitting down in a chair on the other side of the desk. "What the hell is happening in that town? We were kids, Dean was 8, I was four, according to a journal our dad kept. We stopped there again on the way to Sioux Falls. I didn't even remember until I finally read the journal after I woke up. Dean told him about seeing a little green-skinned girl with scales. He was bitten in the woods and…"

Gabe's head snapped up from opening the file to find what he thought would help the boy the most. "He was bitten?" he asked, alarmed. "Did she bite him?"

"Dean never said who or what bit him. He was in a daze, sluggish for days even after we left," Sam replied, frowning. "Dad wrote that the motel owner told him to take Dean to the clinic if his hand wasn't better the next day, but the diner owner told him to take us and leave. That's what he did. And now Ike told me it's because he told Dad that he and Harri lost…"

"Yeah. Their one son vanished just like the others, except he hadn't been at the clinic. I always wondered if Ames did have something to do with that since it was afterward that Ike began acting just like the others in town when it came to him and the clinic." Gabe shook his head, disgusted but made himself refocus. "Several people in town back then saw and told stories of the little green skinned girl with scales in the woods, but I never heard of her biting anyone. The fact that she bit your brother concerns me since it could be a good thing as it might buy you more time now or it could be bad."

"After reading the journal, I've started remembering nightmares I used to have after we'd left. I remember waking up to see Dean standing by the window that was in our room of that motel. I saw this scary, to me anyway, face in the window," Sam began slowly, looking at his hands as the image came back to him. "A little girl with scales, blue reptile eyes but patches of black hair. She was urging Dean to come outside, to come with her, to be with her, 'cause that's why she bit him. Her voice had this weird tone to it and even at four I could tell Dean was starting to fall under a spell or something. Then she told him to bring me along so she could eat me," he looked up to see the former Deputy watching him intently.

"Well, I screamed. I don't know if it was my screaming for him that snapped him out of whatever haze he'd been going into but Dean snatched me up and sat in the closet with me until our dad came in to see what was wrong. Dad decided to leave, but his journal said he planned to come back, but he never did," he smirked a little at that. "Though that doesn't shock me since my dad tended to get distracted easily back then so some other monster or weirdness probably caught his attention."

Gabe looked through his folder again before handing several files to Sam. "Clayton Ames is not a legitimate licensed doctor in the state of Iowa, let me start this off by saying that and that clinic needs to be shut down," he began firmly. "The town's old doctor died suddenly and he moved into the clinic not a week after the funeral. Right from the start, he put me and a few other deputies on guard, but after a month he'd started either winning support or those guards he brought with him began scaring off people who questioned anything.

"It was about 5 years after he moved in that the first sightings and police reports of seeing a green-skinned girl in the woods began coming in." Gabe held out a sheet of papers that were copies of police reports he'd managed to copy before leaving his job. "The sheriff, most people in the office, dismissed the reports as kids making up stories or adults who'd drunk too much."

"But you didn't?" Sam asked curiously, looking at the files he'd been given and slowly frowned as it began to make sense what he was reading. "What the hell is this?"

"When the disappearances began kicking up, when people who'd go into that clinic would just vanish but if anyone reported that there'd be no proof of them even having been a patient, every red flag I had began screaming that Ames and probably his head nurse were up to no good," Gabe began, knowing what files the boy had looked at because he recalled having the same look when he first discovered those details.

"I was told, specifically by the sheriff and then the mayor, to stop responding to any complaints about the clinic or reports of missing men or boys, either there or then, it started happening in town or at campsites nearby. The mayor told me that Water Lake was a small town with a lake cursed by some dead Indian girl's ghost and that drew tourists. Missing people would hurt the business he was trying to bring in."

"It would also stop tourists from coming and possibly becoming a victim of… whatever," Sam said, not liking how any of this was sounding but still focused on the file in his hand. "He's not a doctor. He's a biochemical engineer with a degree in genetics. He worked at a college in Boston up until the mid-to-late 70's when they fired him for…"

"They fired him after someone reported him to the head of the college. He was using college grants, funds, and equipment to run his experiments." Gabe sat back in his chair as Sam began leafing through other folders that he'd compiled before and after his injury forced his retirement. "Ames has an obsession with genetics. He wanted to create a new type of species, a new breed of human. He was caught and ultimately fired for trying to fuse reptile DNA with male sperm. He was then going to fertilize eggs from a student that he said had volunteered to then allow him to use her as a possible breeder for his new race," he added grimly, seeing Sam's face go sickly white. "Yeah. That was my reaction too.

"Once I had to retire and I left Water Lake. I was staying with some family on the reservation near Tama while I recovered, did the therapy, and then worked to get used to the new leg. I used that time to dig into Ames' background because even though I wasn't a cop anymore, I still didn't like what was happening or all the innocent people whose families never got closure or even a body to bury," Gabe said with a sigh, leaning back in his chair and thinking back to those days while frowning. "I told my one aunt about the weird green-skinned girl with scales and she told me about a woman that people over on the reservation in Black River Falls, Wisconsin took in about ten or so years earlier. They said she was crazy because she lived alone with what the locals said looked like some type of large eggs that were either cracked or hadn't cracked and one rumor said she talked about the eggs being her children but all but one of them had died," he continued grimly, reaching for some grainy photos to hand the young hunter.

"To say all of that talk had my senses buzzing so my cousin drove me there and after some talking to a few elders, they got her to meet with me. She wasn't old like I'd been expecting. She was maybe in her late-20s to maybe early 30s but her eyes? Her eyes were haunted, a little crazy at times, when she told me about the couple who'd picked her up while she'd been hitchhiking one day, and because it was a man and a woman she thought it was safe to take the ride. She was wrong." Gabe stood up to move around his tiny office, motioning for Sam to stay seated as he continued looking at the files. "She told me the same story I guess she told the elders, the one she told the local cops when she'd been found in a ditch with those eggs and I guess some other things tossed in with her like trash.

"She said she accepted a bottle of water to drink and that was all she recalled until she woke up chained to a bed in some basement somewhere that she didn't know where it was and couldn't lead cops back to it. You can read the exact details as I wrote it all down, but she said the man said he was a doctor and she was going to be the mother of a great new species, the first of its kind on Earth." He could still recall the rage he'd felt as he'd listened to that broken girl's story, as an elder of that tribe had shown him what she refused to give up along with those cracked eggs. "She said she'd been kept tied like that, forced to realize something was happening to her body that she didn't understand, but when they did an ultrasound she saw eggs instead of babies. When it came time to give birth, the doctor's nurse, his wife actually, helped to cut her stomach open to remove the eggs."

"Oh my God," Sam groaned, sick and terrified at the same time at even imagining what was being said or what he was reading, looking up again. "Did… did any of those eggs actually…" he paused to think of how to ask when a sudden ball of dread began to form in his belly.

"She said they used her body heat as warmth for the eggs for about 68 days until the first egg started to hatch," Gabe replied grimly, pointing to one photo. "She said she'd given birth to 8 eggs, of which he seemed very disappointed that it was so few, but only four hatched. She then went on to say out of those four, only one child, what he'd said was a girl, seemed to survive more than a few days. She said she'd screamed when she saw them because all but one of the four had green scales and the one that looked human, one of the ones that died, had claws and a reptile tongue.

"She said he might still have one of those deceased ones with him when he took the female after deciding she'd served her purpose and they dumped her, the remaining dead and the unhatched eggs in a ditch for her to die of the drugs he gave her." He met Sam's wide eyes with a nod. "Given the time frame, how she described the man and woman and the fact that he took what she described as a baby with green scales, I am to this day convinced that little green skin girl in those woods was that baby."

"Shit," Sam whispered, inwardly cringing as all of this sank in and also realizing if this was true then his brother was in even more danger than he'd thought. "He moved to Water Lake…"

"Water Lake not only has all those dense woods, the lake for a water source, but it also has several caves mixed in that would be perfect if you had to house a half human/ half reptilian child or now an adult human/reptile young woman who would need space to live, to feed and if he hasn't changed his ways, and I know he hasn't, try to breed another generation like her," Gabe continued, pulling a map out of a tube to unroll it onto his desk. "I always wondered why all, or most of the victims were men. After speaking to her, I figured it out."

"He's still experimenting," Sam muttered tightly. "If he finds certain men he feels might be suitable they may be toys for her or to be used in his plans but anyone else less suitable or anyone else that vanishes…"

"They're probably food," Gabe nodded grimly, watching Sam's jaw clench and understanding he was probably guessing which of those categories his brother would fall in. "When you said your brother was bitten back then and how she then seemed to be trying to get him to follow her… Sam, I'm going to be honest with you because you need to understand what you might be walking into. Biting him might mean she'd chosen him as a mate and now…"

"Yeah, okay. I have enough images from what you've said, from what I've read, and I have a very good imagination so please don't add more to it," Sam said, looking at the map to see several circles on it. "It was bad enough when I just thought Dean had been kidnapped by some crazy doctor who might want to experiment on him but I didn't think like this!"

Gabe placed a hand on a trembling shoulder, understanding the boy's feelings. "Because she bit him, and if she recognizes that mark now, if he still carries the scar, then you actually might have a good chance of getting to him while he's still alive," he told him, but sighed while debating on adding what else he thought. "She'll probably want to keep him alive longer than she might anyone else that Ames brings her. She won't feed on him as quickly but…"

"It's that but that I don't care for," Sam muttered, understanding what the former cop wasn't saying but he still suspected he knew what it was. "I didn't plan on allowing some crazy doctor to hurt him, to use him for selling his organs on the black market. I sure as hell don't plan to allow some half reptile girl to have him in any way, shape, or form!" he snapped, furious that anything like this could happen or even had been happening. "Did you ever come close to figuring out which cave might be the one he's using for her or…"

Gabe smirked dryly, tapping the map to a cave that seemed to be deep inside the woods but close to the lake. "There are nine caves all around Water Lake. I had explored all but one of them. Before I could go check out that last one, someone decided to take me out of the game by taking out my leg and I just never went back." He glanced at his artificial leg with a frown before glancing back at Sam. "I regret that now. If I had, your brother and probably a lot of others wouldn't have suffered this fate."

"I can't bring back the others but I can, hopefully, save my brother and avenge the others who lost their lives because of one man's sick need to play God," Sam told him, accepting the map and the files he thought he'd need so he could share this news with Bobby.

Gabe walked out with Sam, watching as he texted someone a new set of coordinates to meet him at instead of where they'd planned to meet. "I wish I knew more to tell you on how to maybe kill this thing but…"

"I'm sure Bobby will have some plan in regards to that," Sam said while silently hoping the older hunter would while wondering if a damn machete to the neck would work. The Impala had a near arsenal in its trunk and Sam wasn't above using all of it in order to free his brother and kill the thing holding him. He'd deal with the evil doctor and his wife later since dealing with humans was always harder.

"Just be careful, Sam," Gabe warned him once the Impala was started. "You seem like a pretty level headed kid. Just remember to keep that level head and don't go in blind or in anger or else you might lose your life too because this thing might not be too eager to give your brother up."

That was something that did concern Sam, but he decided to deal with that once he and Bobby had located the cave and got a proper look at just what they were dealing with.

He frowned as he took in the time that his GPS said it would take to get from where he was now to the area of woods near the supposedly haunted lake of Water Lake. Three and a half hours on the drive, and hopefully Bobby would be there as well. Then the time it would take them to search the woods, in the dark, for a cave that was probably going to be very well hidden and possibly well secured if Clay Ames knew to protect it from anyone finding it and whatever creature lived inside.

Glancing over on the seat beside him at the map and files that Gabe SilverHeart had given him, Sam fought back a surge of fear as he thought of not only the people that had basically been sacrificed to whatever Ames had created but what might be happening to his brother right now.

He refused to even allow himself to think that it was too late and Dean might be dead. Sam didn't even like to think of what his brother might be enduring but as he applied more pressure to the gas pedal, his eyes narrowed in determination. "I'm not losing him. I will not let some half snake/half human bitch take my brother. Hang on, Dean. Just hang on. I'm coming for you."

Back at the Cave:

There had been very few times in his 27 years on this planet that Dean Winchester would say he longed for either unconsciousness or death. Hell, he'd fought his way back from death quite a few times in his life, but this time as he wished he could will himself to drop into unconsciousness, he found himself actually also willing to settle on dying soon.

From the second Dean realized just how far down the crazy train Dr. Clay Ames was in his ideas to create a new species, he knew he was in trouble, but he'd still had his usual hope that he could either get himself out of this mess or that Sam would find him.

Then once the old man told him that his brother was dead and Dean thought of the dropped call when he'd tried to call Sam before the attack in the clinic had took place, he'd fought sick panic; not for him but for Sam since while what he knew he might face was one thing, Dean would never accept or allow these bastards to touch his little brother.

He'd hoped he'd still be able to free himself from being trapped in the cave but that had been before realizing the drugs used on him back at the clinic, then here at the cave were used with the intention to not only keep his body paralyzed but able to feel, but they also were to keep his mind awake and alert.

That worried him as being forced to feel, and being awake usually meant the doctor probably wanted him to witness whatever it was he'd planned for him. Then Dean's worry changed to shock before going back to feeling his stomach knot the more the man talked, the more he recalled memories of another time, another image and then by the time he'd seen the true reason he'd been drugged and brought to this cave, Dean was back to sick, nauseating inner panic.

19 years had passed since a distant memory of a green-skinned girl with scales had haunted him and had made his baby brother wake up screaming, clinging to Dean in some terror that she would take him away from him.

19 years since Dean had forced himself to just believe his dad's words that it had been dreams, not real, and a foggy memory of being bitten in the woods by her had been his imagination.

Dean believed all of that right up until his blurry eyes blinked rapidly until focus finally came to see something that he could no longer deny was real as he saw a reptile looking female with black hair and blue eyes approaching him after the old man basically had told him he'd be used for sport, play, sex, and finally food by this creature that he'd somehow created.

He'd heard the doctor call her Loralei. If Dean had the ability to speak and form words he knew he'd be calling her something else but after having his mouth invaded by her literal serpent's tongue as she violently kissed him, her claws on the tips of her long fingers digging into his face while she held his head still, Dean felt something drip onto his tongue, down his throat.

It coated both and with even more horror, the hunter realized it took away anything having to do with his voice but make muted grunts or soft moans if the creature instructed him as she did after she'd torn, shredded his clothes in her haste to strip him while dragging him across the rough, bedrock floor of the cave and towards the darkened alcove.

Loralei had incredible strength as she easily manhandled a grown man of Dean's size and weight without any issue. She dragged him from the main cave to her special room where several of her toys were kept for use when her father, as she knew him to be, would bring her fresh sources of either food or enjoyment.

She understood who this man was. She'd seen her mark on his hand and was so happy that her father had found the boy who she'd marked many years ago to be hers.

Of course, she was older now so she understood she wouldn't be able to keep him like she'd planned to then. But she also knew with her father's drugs and her venom rendering him paralyzed, mute, and helpless that she could prolong his life, her enjoyment with him until finally draining him completely of blood.

Picking him up easily into her arms, she laid him on the large bed with soft pink covers that had always been hers but quickly frowned when she felt his numb, limp body start to tense as if he wanted to fight.

"No! Stay still! You can't fight or resist me. The drugs and my venom prevent this," Loralei said sharply, sitting on the edge of the bed to run the palm of her scaled hand down his chest and smiled more when she used two nail claws to squeeze a nipple. "The drugs allow movement if ordered. When I touch you like I did just now, you'll move correctly because your body will soon start to respond to my touches," she added.

Dean wanted to laugh in her face because he knew they'd trapped his mind in a paralyzed body but he'd be damned if this thing would force him to respond to whatever she did but as she leaned closer to take that nipple into her mouth to slowly begin to suckle he was soon horrified to feel a twitch from between his legs.

"Moan for me," Loralei ordered softly while continuing to lick, bite, suck over his chest. She sighed happily at the sound of Dean's strained, but soft moan. "Excellent. My venom is like father's drugs, paralyzing your vocal cords. You will not speak, shout, scream, or argue. You will only moan."

Dean was already wishing he could make himself pass out or that death would come quickly since this, what she was clearly planning to do to him, was worse than nearly anything he'd even allowed himself to think might happen.

"Father says humans like you keep reptiles as pets," Loralei remarked once she'd finished removing any clothing that had been left, as well as his boots and socks. She moved gracefully around the bed to gather several items from a closet against the wall to come back and begin to turn Dean on his left side so she could sit behind him. "He also says one day soon when he perfects his experiments and my species is the dominant one, that we will keep normal humans as pets. Just like I keep them now until their bodies just give in to what I take from them," she went on softly, using her long tongue to lick over, and into his ear and smiling at the moan. "Good, mate."

Dean wasn't certain what the hell the thing was doing behind him as she worked to arrange his legs on the bed, one straight while she pushed the other up towards his chest. She took his free but useless hands to stretch them out in front of him while wrapping something like snakeskin around to bind them.

"Soon we will mate. Soon I will feed a little from you before wrapping you up and slipping you into the special cocoon father made for my pets to keep you safe and so the drugs in its fluid continue to soak into your pores, continue to make you pliant and docile for me," the half human/half reptile girl told him while reaching for a slender, curved device with a rough rounded head. "But first, I must also follow father's instructions and milk you for he always wants the semen of my playthings. So in case I play too rough and kill them, he told me to do this first."

Dean's body might be numb but his brain was far from it and it snapped alert at that comment at the same time as he recognized the item she picked up as some form of sex toy that he watched her reflection in a mirror across the room to see that instead of using lube, she used the venom from her tongue to coat it with.

Every ounce of him longed to fight. Dean wanted to kick, to thrash, to punch this monstrous half human creature in the throat but all he could do was lay still, making muted grunts, moans as he felt her begin to insert the device up into his ass.

The burning pain of even something so thin being put up his ass by something that didn't fully grasp the concept or even know how to do it properly was excruciating but as he fought to will tight inner muscles to relax even a little in order to get this over with, Dean was glad she hadn't chosen to use a finger as he knew her claws would rip him up inside more than he feared he would be from this.

As she worked the tiny vibrator up into his ass until the head of it hit his prostate, Loralei used her other hand to reach over her otherwise pliant captive to slip something over the head of his cock, smiling as she heard this moan and took it for pleasure. "This is how when you come, your sperm will be collected for father to use in his experiments even though he won't need it as you and I will mate many times before you cease to be," she crooned, licking his ear and biting this time to feel him shiver. "Good. You'll enjoy this. Not that you have a choice. You will obey everything I say. You will enjoy when I touch you and you will, in turn, touch me as you do human females."

Dean gritted his teeth. Not against the pain in his ass as he felt her move the vibrator against that spot inside of him that soon had his body involuntarily reacting but more from the fact that he was powerless against her assault and the fact that he knew there was worse to come.

As she crooned in his ear useless, mindless things that were crudely sexy to her while also using her free hand to begin to jerk his steadily reacting cock until he felt it growing, felt his balls tightening as the drugs he'd been given forced his body to react, Dean was finally able to close his eyes so he at least didn't have to watch himself in the mirror come from her hand and the prostate massage.

"Come, human!" Loralei ordered sharply, raking her teeth but not her fangs, over his jaw and biting just enough to cause pain.

Dean felt his body jerk a second before it climaxed against his will. He knew once she saw his eyes were closed that she'd order him to open them again but for right this second, Dean was glad he could at least close them even while he felt a single tear trail down his cheek and had a blurry moment of hoping, wishing desperately that Sam had escaped whatever Ames had planned for him that he was alive and well on his way out of this goddamn town so at least his brother would be safe.

The next second after his orgasm was over, he felt himself flipped to his back and only had a second to process what was happening before searing agony ripped down his chest as she raked her claws down the center of his chest, his stomach, before slashing his face.

"Open your eyes!" she screamed in a shriek that seemed to echo throughout the entire cave, claws catching a handful of his hair. "You will keep your eyes open and watch me!

Dean forced his eyes back open and where he thought the situation had been horrifying before now he could see what rage did to a half reptilian.

Her blue eyes turned all black, and all her teeth turned to fangs while her claws grew by at least two inches as they wrapped around his throat.

"I marked you! I made you mine! You are my human until I tire of you or drain you dry!" She continued to rant much like a toddler who hadn't gotten her way. "Mine! You will respond and make noises for me!" Loralei snapped, using her greater strength to pin the still unable to move hunter to her bed while using her other hand to reach for his once again limp cock. "You are a strong, handsome man. Maybe you'll make my father's work easy for him and finally you and I will create…"

Dean was already disgusted at the idea of being sexually assaulted by the thing but the thought of her getting pregnant nearly made him puke. It also made him realize maybe a little of one of those damn drugs were wearing off before he felt his fingers clench in the bed covers.

The hunter didn't think he could fully move yet to fight and he knew more than likely if he tried, she'd rip his head off but he was more willing to die than be used like this so with as much strength as he could muster, he gave a weak jerk of his lower body just as she'd been about to settle herself down on his cock.

"No! You will not disobey me!" she screamed again, furious that for the first time ever, even with her using venom on him and her father's extra drugs that this simple, normal human man seemed to be resisting her. "You are mine and will be punished!"

Slashing her claws again across his face, she gasps when she sees actual hate in still blurry green eyes when he glared at her. Grabbing Dean's hair again, she yanked his head back and to the side to show his neck and shot her face forward much like a snake did when attacking and biting him with teeth and fangs.

Dean only had a second to see the attack coming and then he heard another scream echo throughout the cave, only this time he realized it was his own as her teeth and fangs bit into the side of his neck.

"AARGH!"

TBC