Chapter 1. Mysterious Women

Two women sat quietly in a library. It appeared deserted by the lack of light inside. Only the light from two computer monitors emanated through a small fraction of the library leaving the rest of the place completely dark. By the darkness, inside and out, it would appear that the library had been closed and that these two women were there after hours. Yes, they had broken into the place.

Tapping and clicking sounded in the room as one of the women typed on a keyboard. The monitor’s light lit up her face, displaying her short brown hair with blond highlights and her brown eyes. She typed frantically as if she were researching for something rather important and her eyes scanned the monitor as she searched for her answers. “It appears that there have been three murders like this every year for the past twenty five years,” she explained some of her findings to her friend who sat at a different computer. “They have all been women of a young age as well.”

The other woman just nodded her head as if she weren’t really paying attention. Her monitor’s light illuminated her shoulder-length red hair, which had obviously been died. Her brown eyes, which had a big of green around the outside, stared at the computer screen before her. The woman who had been researching, notice her friends lack of interested and leaned over to look at her friends monitor, her face looking disgusted after she viewed it. “Honestly Sara, is that all you ever think about?” She asked, sounding slightly annoyed and disgusted as if this had happened before.

Sara turned her attention from the picture of the hot guy on her computer to her friend. “Of course, Heather,” she replied with a smile on her face. “I do it just to annoy you.”

Heather rolled her eyes. “There are more important things in this world then hot guys,” she lectured. “Plus, we are supposed to be researching.”

“I am. I’m researching hot guys.” Sara grinned, turning her head back to her monitor.

“Who are you looking at anyways?” Heather asked, sighing as if she had given up trying to make her friend do work.

“Sully Erna.” The red haired one answered obviously obsessed with men.

“Sully? The lead singer of Godsmack?” The smart, sensible one of the two questioned. “You’ve thought he’s been hot since you were in ninth grade and now you’re twenty years old! That’s pathetic!” She exclaimed.

“At least I didn’t think Draco Malfoy from Harry Potter was hot.” Sara retorted, defending herself.

“Ugh,” uttered Heather, completely annoyed. “Did you manage to do any research at all?”

“Yes,” replied Sara. “In fact, I found it suspicious how it seemed like some of our cases were gone before we got there. I think we might have a hunter on our hands.”

“A hunter?” questioned the smarter one of the two. “But who?”

“There are a lot of hunters but these are some pretty freaky cases and I can only think of a few hunters who get into the freaky stuff.” Sara explained, displaying she could do research if she wanted to.

“Any ideas about which hunger you think it is?” Heather asked curiously and looking really interested.

“The Winchesters,” Sara replied, sounding slightly scared.

Heather’s expression didn’t really change like her friend’s did. “Why is that a bad thing though?” She wondered out of curiosity.

“You know why.” The scared looking one answered.

At this moment, they heard a clattering sound as if something had fell over and landed on the floor. “We better get out of here.” Sara suggested. Just like that, the two women grabbed their possessions and left the library rather quickly.

Dean and Sam Winchester appeared from out of the shadows. They had been hiding and eavesdropping on the whole conversation the two women had. The noise came from Sam knocking over something in the dark. “Nice going Stepford boy.” Dean teased.

“Shut up.” Sam retorted as the two walked over to the two computers the women had been using.

“At least it explains why the door was already unlocked,” stated Dean as he sat down in the computer chair which Sara, the guy crazy one, had been sitting in.

“They’ve also heard of us, Dean,” added Sam as he sat down in Heather’s computer chair, the one so set on researching, kind of like Sam. “Do you think they are hunters?”

“I’m not sure, but by the look on the one chick’s face, she appeared scared by us,” he explained, typing in something on the computer. “My guess would be a demon.”

Sam gave Dean a look like he was retarded. “Why would a demon break into a library to do research?” He asked, thinking how stupid that would be.

“Maybe they’re a couple of lesbian demons who get off on researching in libraries.” Dean suggested with a dirty grin on his face.

“That’s disgusting,” stated Sam as he appeared disgusted while he tried bringing up the information Heather had found. “I don’t think so. They were researching the same thing as us.”

“They find anything interesting?” Dean asked.

“Just the same stuff we already knew and an address of the last victim.” He answered, writing down the address on a small piece of paper.

“Good. We can check it out.” Dean suggested, looking at something on his computer.

Sam turned off his computer and glanced at Dean’s monitor to only see a picture of some guy. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked, his voice sounding annoyed.

“I looked up that Sully Erna guy. No way is he hot,” said Dean. “The lead singer of Godsmack? I bet they suck. Classic Rock like Metallica is the way to go.”

“Get a life, Dean.” Sam commented, leaning over and turning off the computer.

“I’m serious. Metallica, Van Halen, Led Zeppelin. Those were good bands.” Dean explained, not shutting up.

“And all this time I thought you liked Cher.” Sam joked with a grin on his face.

Dean slapped Sam on the back of the head. “At least that’s better then your Nsync CD collection.” He teased, starting to head towards the door.

“I do not have an Nsync CD collection!” Sam retorted, trailing behind Dean as they walked out to the 1967 black Chevy Impala.

“Shut up and get in the car, bitch,” Dean demanded, opening the door and getting into the driver’s side seat.

“Jerk.” Sam said as he sat down in the passenger seat.

Dean put the keys in the ignition and started the engine. He grinned as the engine roared with life. “Oh yeah. Listen to that baby.” He said, tapping the steering wheel with his hand.

“Just go to the address,” Sam said, rolling his eyes at his brother’s behavior and shoving the piece of paper into Dean’s hands that had the address on it.

Dean looked at the address and then put the car into gear. He pulled out of the library’s parking lot and started driving on the road. “I think it’s only a couple of blocks from here,” he mentioned while steering the wheel. “There isn’t much besides hills and tumbleweeds anyways.”

“Yeah. North Dakota isn’t the most interesting place on the planet,” confessed Sam, displaying his lack of interest in the place. “What are we going to do if those two women are at the house?”

Dean made a right hand turn onto a side street called Schoulster Avenue. “We will play it cool and maybe I’ll shag one of them.” He smirked.

Sam groaned in disgust and then pointed to a clay-colored home. The house looked fairly new with clay colored siding, white shutters, and a white front door. The houses on either side of it had space between them, having an actual yard to do things in.

Dean pulled the car in front of the house and turned off the ignition. He noticed a red Ford Mustang convertible, one of a never make, had also been parked in front of the house. “I would say they already beat us here and their car sucks.” He stated, stepping out of the car and closing the door quietly so they wouldn’t be heard.

Sam did the same and he looked at the Ford Mustang for a moment. “It’s not the most convenient car for a hunter.” He admitted.

Dean slowly and quietly walked up to the front door with Sam trailing right behind him. Once the both of them reached the front door, Dean slowly turned the doorknob and sure enough, the door had been unlocked. Dean put a finger to his lip to tell Sam to be quiet and then he carefully opened the door so he wouldn’t make a sound.

The two brothers stepped inside, watching their every step, even thought he house was rather dark. Dean quietly shut the front door and then walked forward. He had planned on entering the living room, but he heard the voices of the two women. Instead, he tiptoed his way into a hallway of the house and hid there with Sam. He peeked his head around the corner to see the two women.

The two women were searching the library in the house for information about the latest victim. Heather the smarter one, who tended to do the research, sat at the computer in the living room. The other one named Sara searched through the computer desk drawers to find papers with information. “This girl was incredibly boring,” stated Heather while typing on the keyboard. “Her Myspace says she is nineteen years old and was attending Bismarck Community College for Veterinarian Technician.”

Sara continued to search the drawers until she pulled out a small brown book. “Bingo,” she said, opening up the book. “We have a diary.”

“Anything interesting?” Heather asked, giving up her research on the computer.

Sara skimmed the diary until she found an interesting entry. “Chad is becoming impatient about sex. If only he knew I was still a virgin,” she read before looking up at her friend. “I think I know what happened to this Rachel chick.”

“A virgin sacrifice demon or something?” Heather questioned.

No response came from Sara. She seemed to be staring towards the direction where Sam and Dean had been hiding, even though she couldn’t see them. Heather noticed her friend’s silence and glanced where Sara had been looking before turning back to her friend. “Sara?” Are you alright?” Heather asked, a look of concern on her face.

Her friend looked at her as if she had shaken her trance off. “Yes. Let’s get out of here and head back to the hotel.” Sara suggested, setting the diary down on the desk.

Heather nodded and then the two girls left the house and drove off in their Ford Mustang. Dean and Sam had managed to not be seen and they came out of hiding after the women left. “It looks like they did the research for us.” Dean stated.

“Yes, but it’s like the one knew we were here,” stated Sam. “Do you think she’s one of the children like me?”

“I doubt it considering we know how that turned out,” answered the older brother of the two. “She’s probably a demon.”

Sam just rolled his eyes. “Let’s head back to the hotel.” He suggested.

The two brothers left the house and hopped into the Impala. Dean drove his baby all the way back to the hotel where the brothers were met with a surprise. Dean pulled the car into the parking lot, parking a little ways down from a red Ford Mustang. “You’ve got to be kidding me. They’re at the same hotel as us.” He stated.

“We could try and find them.” Sam suggested.

“Screw that,” said Dean, blowing off the idea. “I’m going to the bar next door.”

“You do that. I’ll stay here at the hotel.” Sam stated before exiting the car and going into hotel room number three.

Dean walked over to the bar, which was next to the hotel and just the way Dean liked it. As he entered, he scanned the room, mainly to see a bunch of shady male characters. There were a couple of women in the bar who were wearing black leather jackets, obviously being some type of biker chick. Seeing nothing that caught dean’s interest, he walked over to the bar, sat down in a stool, and ordered a beer. As he took the first drink of his beer, a woman he recognized walked into the bar.

A few minutes ago, the two mysterious women, Heather and Sara, were in their hotel room. Heather came out of the bathroom wearing a tight par of jeans and a pink t-shirt, which read, “I’m a virgin, but this is an old t-shirt.” The shirt clung to her curves, making her boobs look like they would pop out.

Sara glanced at her and smirked. “Going to the bar I presume?” She asked, sitting down on the bed.

“Of course,” grinned Heather. “You coming?”

“Nah,” replied the boy crazy one as if the two had switched roles. “I think I will stay here, watch some crazy movie, and possibly raid the vending machines.”

“Suit yourself,” said Heather, strutting towards the door and leaving the room. She walked to the bar next door, which was called The Wild Goose. As she entered, she noticed a guy sitting at the bar whose eyes were on her. She walked over to him and sat down right next to him. “Is it just me or do your eyes look like they’re going to pop out of your head?” She grinned before ordering a drink.

Dean Winchester stared at her and turned on his charm. “That’s not the only thing that will pop out.” He smirked perversely as he checked her out.

Heather looked at him neither appearing impressed or shocked. “Is that your attempt to woo me?” She asked, half-amused and playing hard to get.

“I don’t have to woo you baby. I just have to take you back to my room and shag the living daylights out of you.” He said, smirking and raising his eyebrows in a you-know-you-want-me kind of way.

“Let’s put it to the test then.” She suggested, standing up from her barstool and taking one last sip of her beer.

Dean stood up and threw some money down onto the bar to pay for the beers. “Follow me.” He stated before he started to walk away. He led her away from the bar and back to his hotel room. He opened up the door and gestured for her to go in. “After you.” He offered.

Heather smiled at him and started to enter the room. As she did, Dean pulled a gun out of his pocket and hit her on the back of the head with it. She fell to the ground and laid there in unconsciousness. Sam was in the room and he watched in horror. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked with his voice elevated.

“This is one of the girls from the library.” Dean answered, grabbing Heather under the arms and dragging her to an empty chair. He sat her down into the chair before he grabbed some rope out of one of the bags. He tied her wrists and ankles to the chair tightly.

“Are you nuts?” Sam exclaimed. “What if her friend goes looking for her?”

“I’m counting on it,” he replied. “I want to know who they are.”
Sam just rolled his eyes and headed for the door. “I won’t have any part in this.” He explained.

“I was more the recreational one anyways.” Dean grinned.

Sam just shook his head and exited the room. He knew Dean was nuts so he planned on getting away for a while. He walked over to some nearby vending machines and put a dollar in one. He entered the buttons for a Snickers but the machine didn’t release the chocolaty candy bar. He raised his fist and pounded the machine, but it was no use. “Piece of crap!” He exclaimed, becoming upset over a candy bar.

Footsteps came up behind Sam and then a hand appeared from the side and tapped the machine twice. The candy bar fell from its slot and Sam turned to see a woman. His eyes went wide as he recognized her as Sara, the other girl and the friend of the girl Dean had tied up to a chair in their room.

“Is there something wrong with my outfit?” She asked with a grin on her face as she noticed his eyes were wide.

Sam’s eyes looked to her feet to see a pair of black leather boots. As he lifted his eyes higher, he saw she was wearing black leather pants and a black top, which dipped down, in the middle to show off the top of her cleavage. Eventually, his eyes met hers. “N-no,” he stuttered.

“You might want to grab your candy bar before it melts.” Sara suggested, smirking.

“Oh. Yeah. Thanks.” Sam replied like a dork. He turned around and reached his hand into the slot to pull out the candy bar. After he grabbed it, he moved aside to the pop machine. He stood there, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye since he recognized her.

As Sam watched her, she lifted up the back of her top, revealing a shotgun. Sam’s heart raced slightly in fear and he gulped. Sara pulled the shotgun out from the back of her pants and looked at Sam.

“Woah.” He said, looking startled. “Don’t do anything you will regret.”

Sara stared at him and pointed the shotgun off to her side, nowhere near Sam. She pulled the trigger and the shotgun went off.

Sam looked to where she ha fired to see a man disappear like a black cloud. His head shot back to her quickly. “What’s in that gun?” He asked, knowing that person disappeared like a spirit.

“I think you know.” She said blankly.

“Who are you?” How did you know that demon was there?” He started asking all the questions.

“More importantly, I need to warn my friend.” She stated before walking back towards her hotel room.

A scared look came over Sam’s face. “She’s not there. My brother has her in our hotel room.” He confessed as he followed quickly behind.

Sara stormed off quickly towards their hotel room. Somehow she knew which number it was and kicked down the door. Just as she entered, she witnessed Dean hitting her friend across the face. “You son of a bitch!” Sara shouted before grabbing Dean and shoving him up against the wall. She stepped back a bit and lifted up her leg to press her foot against his throat. Her eyes turned black and she waved her hand towards the ropes tied around her friend’s wrists and legs. Somehow the ropes became untied. “I don’t play well with others.” She said through her teeth as she glared at Dean with her black eyes.

“Sam! A little help!! She’s a demon!” Dean shouted as he was pinned up against the wall.

Sara removed her foot and Dean still remained against the wall as if some power kept him there. She turned to face Sam and saw that he had the Colt pointed at her. “If I wanted to kill your brother, he would be dead by now.” She stated, calming down a bit and her eyes returning back to normal. “And for your information, I’m only half demon. I figured you would know something about that, considering you have demon blood in you, Sam.”

Sam’s eyes went wide. “How do you know that?”

“I can sense anyone who has even the slightest bit of demon blood in them.” She answered.

All of a sudden, Dean could move away from the wall. Sara turned to Heather and looked at her. “You alright?” She asked.

“Yeah. Luckily, Dean hits like a girl.” Heather stated, giving Dean a look.

“I do not!” Dean shouted.

“Listen,” demanded Sam. “There are some things the four of us need to discuss like the fact that we are all after the same thing. We have been finding some of the same things you two have.”

“As long as you two promise to play nice.” Sara smirked. “But keep in mind that I never play nice.” She sat down quietly on the bed and waited to listen to what the two guys had to say.

Heather sat next to Sara on the bed while the two guys stood there. The fun would soon begin and they would start to learn about each other, possibly kick some ass, and piss off the beings of hell. They were going to stir things up.

hmm i love it!!! more plz update soon

Thanks. Just ignore all the typos I had. I forgot to edit it before I posted it.

-Sara-

it is alright i still love it! update soon

Thanks. *laughs* Love your avatar by the way.

-Sara-

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I love this story and I cant wait until the next chapter comes up. I know you are really busy and might not have time. So I say take your time and update as soon as possibly. Hmm that Sara and Heather characters sound really familiar. Hee Hee. Hope Sara will be a bad ass or maybe Heather will. Keep up the great work.

Sorry about the delay everyone. I hope to put up a new chapter soon. I've just been kind of stumped lately. As you can see though, I redid the banner.

Sorry for the delay guys!

Chapter 2. Cursed Blood

“I want answers, and I want them now.” Dean demanded of the two women, Heather and Sara, after the events that had just taken place. Dean had tied Heather up to a chair in order to get information, hitting her a few times in the process, but Sara had displayed demon powers to them all. He wanted answers about this and why they were on this hunt at the same time as Sam and him.

Sara scoffed at Dean and walked over to the window. Apparently she didn’t feel like having a discussion after all. One of her biggest pet peeves was people who told her what to do and demanded things from her. She had learned at an early age to never let people boss you around, unless it meant life or death, or the life of someone you cared about. The only person Sara cared about was Heather, which meant her life had been pretty lonely, and she wasn’t going to let two guys like Sam and Dean ruin her life, no matter how crappy it seemed.

Heather glanced at her friend for a moment before looking at Dean. She knew what was going on and didn’t question it. She would be the mediator for the group, explaining things Sam and Dean would want to know, and hopefully gaining some information for herself about Sam and Dean. Sara and her were there for a reason, to help people, and they weren’t about to let Sam and Dean get in the way, even if they tried. Far worse things had happened to them in the past, and far worse things were already in the process of happening for little things like being beaten up or told what to do to get in the way.

“I’m waiting.” Dean said impatiently like a stubborn child. “I want to know what your deal is, especially with demon bitch over there by the window.”

“First of all, no one is allowed to call her bitch but me.” Heather stated. “Second, she is not a demon. She’s half demon.”

Sam wrinkled his forehead in confusion and curiosity. “Half demon? We haven’t exactly met anyone who is half demon.”

“That’s because she’s full of crap, Sam. There is no such thing as being half demon. I’m pretty sure dad or Bobby would have mentioned it to us. Plus, we would have run into one before now.” Dean explained in disbelief.

Sam thought about the idea for a moment. “Is she like me? I had a demon bleed into me so I have demon blood in me.” He explained, wondering if other instances like his had happened, but had been done by different demons.

Heather shook her head. “No. She has a demon father and a mortal mother. She was born that way.”

Dean just chuckled. “What kind of crazy bitch has a kid with a demon?” He asked as if he thought it was some type of made up story.

Sara finally turned away from the window and glared at Dean. “One that was tricked into it, you dumb f***. She couldn’t have children and said that he could give her one but would come back for the child when she was 16. Unfortunately, she didn’t want to give me up so the demon bastard killed her. Is that good enough of an explanation for you?” She asked sarcastically.

Sam looked at her with sympathy. “Was it Azazel, because our mother made a similar deal, except he bled into me when I was 6 months old?”

“No. That was not his name and I’m not in the mood to share it with you.” She said rudely before turning back to the window, allowing Heather to continue the conversation. This was a touchy situation for Sara, it always had been. Her demonic father was not something she cared to chat about, except maybe with Heather. Heather knew who her father was, knew the whole story, but that was because they learned to trust each other over time. They cared about each other and were more like sisters than friends.

Sam continued to focus his eyes on Sara. “How did you know that I was there in the library?” He asked, remembering how Sara seemed to sense someone else was there. “It was as if you could sense our presence.”

She did not turn to look at him but only continued to stare out the window. “I can sense people who have even the slightest bit of demon blood in them.”

“Let me guess, perks of the job right?” Dean asked sarcastically. “So you guys are what, on the same case as us? You drive around in a red Mustang convertible. It’s not the most convenient of cars. Do you use trust fund money to bankroll your operation?”

Heather glared at Dean for a moment. “My father is a general that works for the government,” she answered. “As of late, the government has been trying to step in and help with all of the supernatural issues going on. They have actually contained some demons and other creatures but we have been trained, so they bankroll our operation, as you would say so that we can kick ass.”

Dean raised his hand and pointed a finger at Sara. “Then how come they haven’t locked that bitch up?!”

“Because she’s not like them,” Heather responded. “She fights to stop the evil; not become it. I’ve known her since we were kids and she wouldn’t intentionally hurt anyone unless it was absolutely necessary. You can go ahead and claim that she’s evil if you want, but you should look at your own brother before you pass judgment.”

Sara, who was still by the window, leaned down slightly, one hand clutching the windowsill, while the other clutched her stomach. Heather glanced over to her before walking over to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?” She asked with concern.

Her friend looked up at her with reassurance. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She replied, but it wasn’t convincing since she collapsed onto the floor.

“Damn it!” Heather swore. “Someone help me get her to the bed.”

Sam stepped over to her and easily scooped her up in his muscular arms before laying her down gently on the bed. Beads of sweat had formed on Sara’s forehead and she moaned in discomfort for some odd reason. “What’s wrong with her?” Sam asked in wonderment.

Heather quickly reached into her pocket and pulled out a syringe that was full of a blue liquid. “Her demon half has become too powerful. It is slowly killing her human half. This will suppress it for now. The government created it.” She explained before popping the cover off of the syringe and pushing the plunger to make sure all the air was out of the needle. “You may have to hold her down.”
Tapping a couple of fingers against the crease in Sara’s arm, she tried to find a vein to plunge the needle into quickly. After finding one that was ready, she pointed the needle at an angle and slid it into her vein before pushing the plunger to send the blue liquid into her bloodstream. Heather quickly retracted the needle and threw it into the trash.

A few seconds after the serum had entered Sara’s bloodstream, her body started to convulse by moving up and down. She screamed out in pain and clenched her fists as if the serum were causing her extreme agony and coursed through her veins with a burning sensation. “Jesus.” Sam cursed as he placed both of his hands on her shoulders, trying to hold her down and steady her slightly.

Heather quickly pulled out another syringe and gave Sara the dose. After a couple of minutes, Sara’s body settled down and the convulsions stopped. Sam looked at her sympathetically, wondering what it must be like to have something trying to take her over, even the parts of her that were still human. He had demon blood in him, and over time it had become more powerful because of his dealings with Ruby, but for the most part, he was still human.

Dean had been watching the whole scene in horror. “What the hell just happened? Why didn’t the first dose work?” He asked, wanting some answers for the awkward thing he just saw.

“The serum isn’t working like it used to,” she answered. “It’s not suppressing her demon half from taking over her human half like it used to. She’s building an immunity to it so sometimes we have to double the dosage, but if she doesn’t get help soon, she might die.”

Sara moaned softly and opened her eyes. Beads of sweat had collected more on her forehead, dampening her hair.

Heather looked at her softly with concern, wondering how much longer her friend could last like this. “You need to take care of this and you know how.”

“No.” She stated sternly. “We have too much evil to go after and we don’t know what it would do.”

“What the hell are you two on about now?” Dean asked, feeling so lost and left out of the conversation.

“None of your damn business.” Sara snarled at him before turning to Sam. “Thanks.”

Sam gave her a quick grin before Dean grabbed him by the arm. “I need to speak with you outside.”

The two Winchesters walked outside, leaving the room and closing the door behind them. Dean stared at the ground for a few seconds before looking up at his brother with obvious distress spread across his face. “We should get the hell out of here, Sam, or end that bitch in there. We don’t know what she is really like and that is some messed up crap going on.”

“They didn’t even hurt us, not even after you hurt Heather. Sara could have easily killed you, but all she did was release her friend,” Sam explained before running his fingers through his hair. “They could actually be useful. Maybe,” he paused for a moment, “Sara could show me how to control my powers.”

“Are you nuts?!” Dean shouted at his little brother. “Her own damn powers are killing her! There is no way she can help you control them!”

Sam sighed and looked at his brother. “Listen, it’s not her fault that the demon half is starting to kill her. That doesn’t mean she can’t control them and I don’t see why I can’t learn from her. They’re also on the same case as us so I don’t see why we can’t work together. If they don’t prove to be useful after we finish up with this case, then we can leave them here and go our separate ways.”

“Fine, but if that demon freak kills me, I’m so coming back and haunting your ass.” Dean said being snarky.

Sam grinned at him like it was a challenge. “I’ll have my rock salt ready.” He opened the door and stepped back into the room to see that Sara was now sitting up on the bed.

Dean groaned in agony since he hated to have to admit this. “We think that maybe we should work together on this case.”

“You might want to sound more enthusiastic next time.” Sara said, snapping at him slightly.

“I said we could work together, it doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Dean cracked back at her. He hated having to work with someone who was half demon. He never even liked Ruby, and secretly he knew the things that Sam was doing with Ruby. A part of him was worried that Sam would end up with Sara, and she would end up doing the same things Ruby did. Dean felt like a part of him had already lost his brother, and this wouldn’t help in his opinion, but he hoped they could ditch the girls after the case.

“Let’s just share the information that both of us have gathered.” Sam offered, trying to keep the piece between all four of them.

“You’ve been on the trail like us,” Heather stated. “It’s obvious that it is a demon that somehow sacrifices virgins.”

“Well duh! And I am all for helping virgins!” Dean exclaimed like a school boy.
The other three just rolled their eyes. “We need to do some more research, perhaps talk to some family of those who have disappeared.” Sam suggested.

“I’m not in the research mood.” Dean stated to his brother. “You and black eyed girl can go do that. I’m staying here and watching some TV.”

Sam furrowed his brow at his brother. “Fine.” He looked over at Sara. “You want to go with me?”

Sara stared at Sam and then glanced at Heather, trying to read Heather’s expression for whether or not she should go.

Heather nodded. “Go. I’ll be fine. Like I said, he hits like a girl.” She smirked.

Sara glared at Dean as a warning and then she looked at Sam. “Let’s go.” She left the hotel room with Sam right behind her. “We can take the convertible.” She said as if it were almost an order than a statement. She reached into her pocket and grabbed the keys, hitting the button that unlocked the door.

The two sat into the convertible and Sara put the key into the ignition, bringing the car to life. “Where to?”

“Albert Kinwood’s house.” Sam replied quietly. He then gave her the address to the place.

After that bit of information, Sara took off and Dean and Heather were left in the hotel room. “Want to watch some paper view?” Dean asked before snatching the remote.

“I had something else in mind.” Heather said suggestively before licking her lips. She stepped up to Dean, grabbed him, and kissed him hard on the lips. For some reason, Dean didn’t resist her attempts. He kissed her back with just as much passion, but something wasn’t right about this.

uh oh! whats not right??
more plz love it!!
hmm wonder what is going to happen..

Hehe. Something is not right. Think about the ending. Would Dean really start making out with a girl that he just met and doesn't trust.....well don't answer that because he might now that I think about it. LoL.

Thanks for reading!

aww come on where is the ending for this chapter why a cliffhanger. hope you update real soon cuz that was an interesting chapter and i want to know what happens next. Some how Heather reminds me of me sometimes. not jump at people but the caring of her friend. Not bad chapter keep up the great work.

Hehe. I will try to update soon especially since I am on spring break. I started writing a bit of the next chapter so hopefully that will help now that I have a start.

Thanks to SAMMY'S GIRL! and haloharper for all your comments. I really appreciate all of the feedback! This chapter is a bit short but I do promise that the next chapter is going to have some action. I already have 3 paragraphs written for the 4th chapter so hopefully it won't take me that long to update! Anyways, without further adieu, here is the 3rd chapter!

Chapter 3. Seeking Power

Two bodies laid in the hotel room, naked and covered in beads of sweat. Heather and Dean had just had sex, not knowing why they did. They were two consenting adults but for some reason, they had committed an act they never had thought they would. Two strangers having sex was weird enough as it is, even though Dean had sex with many women like this, but this time it was different. It felt as if their bodies were not in their own control.

Heather’s chest rose and fell as she looked into the eyes of the man she had just copulated with. Dean looked back at her and rubbed her shoulder gently with his hand. “Wow,” he said. “That was pretty good.”

A chuckle came from Heather. “Yeah, you too,” she replied simply. “It’s really weird though. It felt like we didn’t have control over our own bodies like something was pushing us to do this.”

“Isn’t it supposed to feel like we’re not in control?” Dean questioned with a smirk on his lips.

Heather grinned and leaned in to kiss Dean again. A couple of minutes of heavy kissing, the two lost control of their bodies again, lust and passion taking them over and driving them over the edges of their reality.

Meanwhile, Sam and Sara were in the convertible headed towards the house of Albert Kinwood. Sara sat behind the steering wheel, directing the car down certain roads so they could reach their destination. She remained silent most of the way until Sam decided to open his mouth and talk about something that Sara knew was coming, something she would never agree to.

“Listen,” Sam requested softly. “I know you have all of these powers and you seem to be able to control them. I know that you don’t know me either but I was thinking that maybe you could help me control mine, manage them better.” He explained with his head turned to her, waiting for a response. His heart beat a little faster for fear that he might be rejected.

The car accelerated in speed after Sam asked that question. “I know that I don’t know you, but I’m not going to help you control something you don’t understand either,” she state with judgment. “The powers come from something evil, something you don’t want to mess with. I was born this way. My body was meant to withstand this kind of thing, yours was not. You may think that you’re helping people by using the powers, but you’re not. You’re just hurting yourself and the more you hurt yourself, the closer you get to hurting other people.”

“Sounds like you know a thing or two about hurting people from the way you talk.” Sam guessed by the way her explanation seemed to drawl on.

Sara clenched the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles turning snow white. “It’s not the powers that caused me to hurt people, it was my emotions,” she answered quietly. “There are certain things that can set you off and cause you to turn evil.”

“So just because you couldn’t keep them under control when your emotions went haywire, you won’t help me learn to control mine?” He questioned with slight bitterness in his voice.

Sara turned to face Sam, her eyes a pitch black color now. Her eyes were off of the road but the car managed to stay directly on path as if she were controlling it with her demon powers. “Don’t you dare talk about controlling powers,” she hissed at him. “I can smell that demon bitch’s blood pumping through you. Don’t’ think I don’t know.”

Sam’s mouth opened and closed as if he were struggling for the words to say to her. “You don’t understand.” Was all that mumbled out of his mouth while he turned back to face the road.

“All power hungry people lose in the end. They always want more power and the more they want, the more they are willing to do more drastic things to get it. The more drastic, the more likely they are to fall,” Sara explained before turning her attention back to the road and making a right hand turn. “Just look at Hitler.”

“You actually want to compare me to that?” Sam questioned in disbelief. “You demons are always the same.”

“Look who’s talking,” Sara retorted as she finally pulled into the driveway of Albert Kinwood’s house.

“I’m not a demon.”

“Close enough,” she stated “demons are always the same. They want power and are out for themselves. That’s the only two reasons you asked me for help. You have to realize that every hero in history was typically an average nobody. You don’t see demons saving the world.”

“What’s your excuse then?” He asked, becoming irritated with her right versus wrong speeches.

“I didn’t choose to be like this. I was born this way and I’m still half human.” She defended herself before stepping out of the car.

“I didn’t choose to be infected with demon blood either.” Sam defended himself this time.

“Yes, but you chose to drink demon blood now so you do have choices,” she explained, discrediting him.

Sam didn’t say a word as he stepped out of the car. He knew she was right to a certain degree but she would never understand his reasoning. After Dean had been pulled out of hell, he hadn’t been the same. Dean seemed unwilling to go on certain hunts or do certain things. Sam learned why after Dean confessed to torturing souls and enjoying doing so in hell. However, Sam assumed Dean would move on and return to as normal as possible after being through such a travesty, but Sam was wrong.

Dean didn’t move on and he remained in the same emotional state for some time now. Dean didn’t want to go after Lilith, but the more Sam saw his brother emotionally drained, the more Sam wanted to end Lilith. The longer he had to put up with Dean like this, the more demon blood he drank, the more power he wanted to just end it all. He had to be strong because Dean wasn’t, but sometimes
Sam questioned himself and asked if he was being the right kind of strong.
Walking up to the door of the somewhat dilapidated house, Sam knocked on the door. They waited for several seconds and didn’t hear anyone stirring inside the house. Sam tried to peak into the window next to the door but the house appeared dark and dormant. “I don’t think anyone is home.” Sam stated obviously.

“There is now.” Sara grinned as the door mysteriously opened “That’s how you use powers.”

Sam walked into the house first, his gun raised in his hands. His dad and Dean had always taught him to be precautious and hold his gun steady. Anything could pop out and surprise them at anytime, even the hit on the head he just received. He fell to the floor and heard muffled screams behind him. Someone had gotten the jump on them.

Sam’s head throbbed with confusion. He tried to force himself up but everything went black. Little did he know, their attacker wasn’t interested in him. The attacker had left him there on the floor while Sara had been grabbed from behind, her screams muffle by the chloroform filled rag that was held against her mouth and nose. The odorless fumes entered her lungs and it wasn’t too long before she met the same blackness as Sam and fell limply into her attacker’s arms.

Later, Sam’s eyes started to slowly open. His vision was hazy but he managed to clear his vision after blinking several times. He groaned in pain from the throbbing knot on the back of his head. Deciding that he had waited long enough, Sam forced himself to his feet. He staggered a moment since his equilibrium had been thrown off due to the blow to his head. Glancing around the house, Sam noticed it remained dark and the front door was wide open. There was also one other thing missing. “Sara?” He questioned out loud.

After not receiving a response, Sam cursed under his breath and stumbled outside. Luckily, the convertible was still there so he hopped in. He had to hotwire it because Sara had the keys. Once he managed to get the car started, he drove back to the hotel, knowing that he would need the help of Dean and Heather on this case.

Sam quickly parked the car and walked up to the hotel room once he arrived. He opened the door but he wasn’t ready for the shock his eyes would receive. “Oh my god!” He shouted in disgust as he saw heather and Dean in bed together. He quickly covered his eyes with his hand.

The two in the bed scurried for their clothes. “You could knock before entering!” Dean shouted at his brother.

“Well, we have more problems right now than your current nudity.” Sam explained before turning around to avoid their nakedness

The two dressed frantically before telling Sam he could turn around. “Tell us what’s going on.” Dean demanded before he looked around as if he knew something was missing. Heather beat him to it though.

“Where’s Sara?” She asked with worry in her voice.

Sam briefly explained what happened before giving them a look of accusation. “I see you two are fine though. More than fine.”

“Oh, is someone jealous?” Dean teased with a grin.

“Actually, we’re not fine,” heather confessed. “This is all connected. Dean and I felt like we didn’t have control over our bodies. We were slaves to lust in a way and Sara is taken. Plus, we have a virgin sacrifice demon on our hands. I don’t think all of this is coincidence.”


“There is no way Sara is a virgin with the way she dresses so why would they take her?” Dean commented with a question. He always had to say a sarcastic comment even if it was to mask his emotions.

“Maybe the demon feeds off of lust,” theorized heather. “It could have known we were onto it so it put the whammy on Dean and me, also giving itself an energy boost to do whatever it has planned.”

“And if it’s onto us, then it could have taken Sara to send a message or use her as bait. Perhaps if you two were more near the demon, it would gain more power from your lust.” Sam added to the theory.

“I think the real question is how we find her without falling into their trap.” Dean stated, not caring too much for the details and worrying more about the actions.

“You two simply have to keep a distance and learn to control yourselves,” Sam suggested. “As for where she is, it can’t be too far from the house we were at. I think there might have been an abandoned warehouse not too far from there. It’s also kind of close to the homes of the missing people.”

“That’s our best bet.” Heather said before walking to the door. “Dean, you’re driving.”

“I never give up a chance to drive my baby!” Dean explained as he walked out to his car and hopped into the driver’s seat. Heather and Sam just rolled their eyes at Dean’s comment.

Sam sat in the passenger set and heather sat in the back as dean roared the engine to life. He pulled out of the parking lot, Metallica’s Enter Sandman blaring on the radio. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove towards the warehouse. “Let’s kick some evil ass!” He exclaimed with excitement. Unfortunately, the three of them didn’t know the kind of trouble they were about to walk into.

There you have it! Let me know what you think! Hopefully chapter 4 will come soon!

omg i love it!
continue plz! i cant wait to find out what happens.