Oceane: Yes poor Dean is getting it in this fic--at least for now
Faye: LOL, Now that I'd pay to see--me thinx you might need a little help, any volunteers??
Supernaturalfan: Yes, together is always good for the boys--but will it last?
Shannon: Welcome! Glad you enjoyed it so far.
What twist? Me have a twist in the story?
okay, maybe just a little one just for you!
Thanks to all who are reading this and now on with the next chaper!Chapter 4 – The Plot Thickens
Sam waited impatiently in the back seat of the car for his brother to return from the local police station. He smiled as he wondered what identity Dean would be using this time. His brother could charm his way into a cobra pit and come out unscathed. He just hoped that the police reports would help them narrow down what was going on here.
Sam jerked awake as he heard the car door open. “Hey there Sleeping Beauty! I’m glad one of us is getting some sleep.” Dean chuckled as Sam tried to focus.
“Sorry man--did you find anything out?” Sam tried to sit up straighter in the back seat, his leg was still propped on the pillow that Dean insisted he bring with. It made it hard for Sam to get into a comfortable sitting position. He grimaced as he tried to bend his knee. The swelling didn’t seem to be going down much.
“Sure did and I have copies of everything. But it looks like from the witness statements, there’s definitely something going on around here—our kind of thing.” Dean pulled out of the parking lot and headed back towards the motel. Sam noticed the tired slope of his brother’s shoulders as he flexed his neck muscles. It was clear Dean was exhausted.
“So, what did you find out—what are we looking for?” Sam asked impatiently. He knew that his brother was trying to keep something from him. “I mean it Dean; I need to know what you found out so that we can figure out a way to kill this thing.” Sam waited and still there was no response from his big brother.
“Huh…oh…sorry, must have spaced out for a moment there. I’m starved. Do you want to eat in or out tonight Sam?” Dean really didn’t want to talk about his right now. He remembered that most of the victim’s family members had reported the same strange behavior that he had experienced. If there was any doubt in his mind, the police reports cinched it for him. He definitely was the target this time.
“In…and then I want to see those police reports. I’m not kidding around Dean.” Sam felt the frustration build as his brother continued to ignore him. He knew that his big brother was a target and he also knew that Dean would try to keep him out of it just to protect him. Only this time he wasn’t going to remain on the sidelines. He was going to find out what was after Dean with or without his help.
A lone figure looked out the window at the bed and breakfast. There weren’t many customers this time of year which made the house feel empty and alone. The woman walked out onto the wrap around porch and sat in one of the rockers that had been placed there for the guests. She licked her lips as she felt the hunger in her growing. It had been a long time since she had tasted something so sweet. The young man’s inner turmoil was almost as great as her own.
Alex looked towards the motel where she knew her next victim was staying. She wondered at the despair and loneliness she had felt from the young man. She could feel the weight of his responsibilities push down on him, almost crushing him. And yet, he had the strength to continue. It was something she lacked. If only she could have been as strong then maybe she would not have done what she did.
Shaking her long hair, she allowed herself to feel sorry for what she knew had to be done. So many had suffered and died so that she could live--and still it wasn’t enough. She thought about the other presence she had felt in the room. The power she felt was stronger than her own. She would have to deal with that power before she could be with her chosen one.
With a last look at the peaceful scene before her, Alex stood and went back into the house. She entered her kitchen and pulled down the herbs and other ingredients she would need. As her mind drifted back to the young man she could feel her hunger grow. With new resolve she began to mix the poison--the potent mixture would keep the other from stopping her. Tonight she would convince Dean to give the potion to the other, his brother and then she would wait. Soon she would have another guest in her home.
Sam finished reading through the police reports and looked up at his brother. His growing concern reflected in his eyes. “Dean, all of these men had shown signs of sleep walking, losing time and extreme fatigue before they vanished. We can’t ignore the fact that you are definitely a target. Think hard, are you sure you can’t remember anything?”
Dean ran a shaky hand through his hair. He’d been reading through the police reports trying to fill in the gaps in his memory. But it was clear his brother was getting frustrated. “Sam, I told you. I can’t remember a thing--just leave it alone would you? Whatever this is, I’m sure we’ll figure it out.
Dean stood and checked to make sure the salt lines and protections they’d put up earlier were still in place. Sam knew his brother had to be tired, he needed to get some sleep. “OK Sam I’ve checked the salt around the doors and windows. We’re locked up tighter than Fort Knox so we should be able to get a good night’s sleep” Dean yawned. His eyes open were already at half mast. “Get some sleep Sam. We’ll figure this out in the morning…”
Sam watched as Dean lay back on the bed, his eyes closed before his head hit the pillow. It was unlike his brother to fall asleep before Sam. He hadn’t even checked his injured leg. Grabbing the cane, Sam walked carefully to his brother and reached down to pull the covers over him. He then returned to the table to continue his research. He had no intention of sleeping tonight.
Sam pulled out the local map that Dean had picked up earlier that day. Using the information from the police reports, he plotted where each of the bodies had been found. Drawing a circle, he noticed that right in the middle sat the bed and breakfast that had been mentioned in one of the newspaper articles.
Sam pulled up the newspaper article and read it again. According to the reporter, one of the victims had been registered at the bed and breakfast. Reading further, he noticed that the owner, Alex O’Connel was quoted as saying she couldn’t understand what had happened. She thought that the young man had just skipped out without paying.
Sam checked the police report on the other victims. All of them had been young; all of them had been passing through and had stayed at one of three motels. All of which were located within 5 miles of the bed and breakfast. Sam looked over at Dean’s sleeping figure and chewed on his bottom lip. They were staying at one of the motels right now. Leave it to them to pick one of the thing’s feeding grounds to spend the night.
Sighing, Sam rubbed his eyes. Between the pain in his leg and the lack of sleep he was almost dead on his feet. But he wasn’t going to let his big brother out of his sight again. Getting up once more, Sam decided to make another pot of coffee. As he filled the pot in the bathroom, he took a few moments to splash some water on his face. Looking at his weary face in the mirror, he frowned as he felt something was wrong. The young hunter moved as quickly as his cane would let him back into the room. His eyes widened as he watched Dean rise from the bed.
“Dean—hey--where are you going?” Sam called, as he tried to get to his brother. But the leg and cane hindered his movement just enough that Dean was able to go out the door before he could stop him. “DEAN!” Sam yelled as he hobbled after his brother. He almost reached him when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.
The cane dropped with a loud bang as Sam cringed. The ungodly noise kept building in his mind until it threatened to overwhelm him. The youngest Winchester pushed back with all his strength, and yet, the noise continued. He grabbed the edge of the table, his fingers desperately trying to keep him erect as he gazed towards the open doorway. “GAH! DEAN!” Sam cried as another wave of pain hit.
As Sam fell, he looked once again out the open doorway and was shocked to see that Dean wasn’t alone. A figure leaned in close to his brother’s face and appeared to kiss him. Sam watched in horror as he saw his brother stand there with a complete look of rapture on his face. Dean’s arms were around the woman as he pulled her closer to him. His brother allowed the monster to feed without even putting up a fight.
Before he blacked out, he tried to get a good look at the being. Unfortunately all he could see was a shadow. “Dean—please…” Sam cried as he hit the floor. White hot agony flared from his knee as it hit the hard floor. Sam curled around the injured limb before the world finally went dark. His last thoughts were how he’d failed his brother.
Dean had heard the music and once again he responded to the Siren’s call. Alex waited for her chosen one to come to her. “Hi Dean, how are you feeling?” Alex asked in her musical voice.
“I’m fine now that you’re here. Alex, do you want to grab some dinner somewhere?” Dean asked as he moved closer to the beautiful young woman. “Or…we could just stay here.” Dean leaned in closer. He closed his eyes in anticipation of the kiss that he knew was coming.
“Not yet, but soon we can be together. Besides, you have someone staying in the room with you. You know what they say about three being a crowd. I would rather we found a place where we could be alone.” Alex smiled as she leaned closer. She worked her magic using her song to bind the man closer to her.
“It’s just my brother. But we could just get another room. I can’t go too far, he’ll worry and hurt his leg more trying to come after me. I have to take care of him.” Dean hesitated briefly as something was trying to get his attention. He felt like he shouldn’t be here--he needed to… “Dean—please…”
Sam’s distraught voice floated on the cool night air.
“Sammy?” Dean struggled against the need to take care of Sam and his need to be with the woman in front of him. He took a step back towards the hotel but soft arms ensnared him. The music increased until all he could hear and sense was her.
Alex placed both his arms around her waist and leaned in. With a soft sigh she began the kiss. Dean moaned as his mind and body responded to the woman holding him. He couldn’t get enough of her. His fire burned with his need for her. But all too soon Alex broke off the kiss. She smiled at him with her sad eyes.
“You’re right Dean; you need to take care of your brother before we can be together. Here, I have something that will make his leg feel better. It is just some herbs, but they will help his body mend quicker. Then we can be together--isn’t that what you want?”
“Yes Alex, thanks! I’ll give him some as soon as he wakes up tomorrow. When can I see you again?” Dean asked, oblivious to the fact that he had fallen to his knees once again. All he could feel was the emptiness as Alex started to walk away from him.
“Soon Dean, just as soon as Sam is better we can be together. Don’t forget to give him the herbs, you may want to mix them in something. The taste is a little unpleasant and it’s important he keep them down. I’ll see you soon my love!” Alex once again left, leaving Dean shuddering from fatigue in the cold night air.
“Don’t go…” Dean called out as his body fell to the hard cold surface. His eyes filled with tears as the emptiness within him grew. He shuddered once more before his mind cleared slightly. His gaze turned back to the open doorway and the one who waited for him there. “Sammy…” Dean whispered as he struggled to stand. “I’m coming Sam…”