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Deal Breaker, part 1/?
Author: Zoicyte aka
Johnnyjosh
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: 18+
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Beta: BehrBeMine, Reiver
Vicious, thanks also to Zab Jade for encouragement and support!
Spoilers: Season 2
Disclaimer: I don�t own Supernatural
or its characters, and am making no money from this.
Warnings and Notes: Yaoi,
lemon, wincest, mild non-con, bondage, language, violence.� OOC, TWT, AU, General Weirdness.�
Additional Notes: Due to what
I�ve seen in spoilers and sides, don�t expect much in the way of Season 3
canon, as I have no idea where the Krypkeeper�s going with all this XD.
Summary:� Sometimes to beat one kind of evil, you have
to join forces with another��
~~oOo~~ Change of scene or POV��

~~oOo~~

The
moon was still high overhead, dawn several hours away as the Winchester
brothers slowly made their way back to the Impala.� They�d gone on a hunt for another of the escaped entities set
free from the gateway in the cemetery and, luckily for them, the creature had
turned out to be surprisingly sloppy.

�Man,
that was one of the easiest hunts we�ve had in a long time,� Dean chuckled,
laying the shotgun in the trunk, waiting for Sam to put his gun inside as well
before he slammed it shut.�

Sam
walked around to the passenger side door, laying one arm on the roof and
hanging his head.� �I wouldn�t call that
easy,� he murmured, lifting his free hand to wipe a smear of blood from his
cheek, wincing as his fingers brushed over the deep cut beneath.� �That thing was just so happy to be free it
gorged itself on as many victims as it could find.� It didn�t care how much attention it attracted.��

�Well,
we tracked, hunted and killed it all in less than twenty-four hours, and this
time we came out without�� he paused and looked over at his brother�s
face.� �Well, almost without a
scratch.� I�d still say that�s a pretty
good reason to celebrate.� How about we
hit that roadhouse we passed a few miles back and have a little fun?�� He raised his eyebrows suggestively and
grinned at Sam, before getting into the driver�s seat.�

Sam
sighed, then rolled his eyes and shook his head.� �Whatever,� he muttered, grabbing his bag out of the back seat,
opening one of the flaps and looking for the small first aid kit he kept
there.� He didn�t notice the main zipper
was open, until he had nearly tilted the bag onto its end, causing the notebook
he�d stored inside to tumble out, right into Dean�s lap.� Oh shit� he thought, wincing when the
loose papers held in the book fell out as well, one landing face-up on Dean�s
knee.� Sam lunged forward, one knee on
the seat, one hand on the dash as he reached frantically for the papers, before
his brother saw the numerous plans sketched out on them.�

�What�s
this?� Dean asked almost absently, fingers pausing in their impatient drumming
on the wheel.� He picked up the paper on
his leg, glancing at it with a frown.�

�It�s
nothing, here,� Sam gave his brother a nervous smile, reaching quickly for
it.� He cursed inwardly when Dean held
it out of his reach, studying it intently.�
�Dean��

�What
the hell is this, Sam?� Dean asked, voice low and dangerous.� He didn�t even turn to face the younger man
as he started picking up some of the other papers, leafing through them with
growing anger.� Suddenly he opened the
car door, getting out and pacing briefly beside the car, one hand running
roughly through his spiky hair.� �Dammit
Sam!� he cursed, glaring as the other man got out and moved around the vehicle
to stand face-to-face with him.� �What
do you think you�re doin�?!� We talked
about this; you know I can�t break that deal.�
If I do, you�ll end up dead.��

�Dean,
I�m just trying to find-� Sam began, but was interrupted quickly.�

�No,
Sam!� I can�t weasel outta this.� I can�t be responsible for your death�not
again,� Dean said, the anger seeming to drain from him at the words, shoulders
relaxing as his expression grew sad.

�What?�
Sam stared at him a moment, perplexed.�
�You weren�t responsible for what happened to me Dean, you tried to save
me.��

�Yeah,
I tried, and I failed,� Dean said miserably, fist coming down on the roof of
the Impala, making Sam flinch.� �All I
could do was sit there while you died right in front of me.�� He looked down a moment, then met Sam�s
eyes.� �But in the end I found a way,
and I did what I had to do to save you.��

�Yeah,�
Sam narrowed his eyes, teeth bared as he felt that familiar anger and aching
sadness well up inside him, voice rising with each word.� �By trading your life for mine.� Something you knew you shouldn�t have
done.� You know what Dad said, hell you�ve
said it too, what's dead should stay dead.�
You had no right to change the natural order of things like that!�

Dean
stared at Sam with an expression of disbelief, eyes wide, lips parted.� It took him several seconds to form a
coherent response after the other man�s statement.� �Oh yeah?� Well what about
me?�� His expression turned to a sneer
as he took a few steps closer, getting in Sam�s personal space.�� I was supposed to have died after that
heart attack.� You dragged me off to see
the faith healer and his pet Reaper ended up taking someone else's life to save
mine.� Oh, and let�s not forget the car
accident.� You know, the one that left
me in a coma, and ended with Dad making a little deal with that yellow-eyed son
of a bitch so I could wake up, miraculously healed?� His voice turned rough as
he spoke, the older man turning around and taking a few steps away from Sam.� �What's dead should stay dead?� Then how come two people have died to bring
me back already?� I'm not gonna let you
be the third, Sam.��

�I
didn�t want you to give your life for mine, Dean.�� Sam watched his brother quietly, shoulders slumped as he felt tears
building.� He tried to keep his emotions
in check, but it was difficult.� He knew
Dean had always felt a certain amount of guilt over the incident with the
healer, and finding out about their father�s deal had only compounded it.�

Dean
shook his head and looked back at Sam over his shoulder.� Then with a sigh, he turned around and
walked up to the younger man, reaching out with one hand, but letting it fall
before it touched his brother�s shoulder.�
�I did what I had to do, to protect you.� You're my little brother, Sam.�
I need you here, I need to know you're safe.��
�

�And
what about me?�� Sam shot back, his own
hands shooting out to grab Dean by the shoulders as he glared at him, pain and
anger warring on his face.� �I'm not
allowed to feel the same way?� You're my
big brother, Dean. I need the same things!�
I need you, I need to know you�re okay,� he broke off, lowering his head
and swallowing hard, taking a few deep breaths before he met his brother�s gaze
again.� �I told you before, there is
nothing I won�t do for you, and I'm going to do whatever it takes to get you
out of this.�

Dean
licked his lips, then dragged a hand down his face.� �Sam,� he sighed, looking up at his brother.� He wanted to plead with the younger man to
stop, but Dean knew his brother too well for that.� Sam would just continue researching, openly, or behind his back,
whether he liked it or not.� So he
settled for shaking his head, giving Sam a pointed look as his hand cupped the
side of his brother�s neck in a familiar gesture of affection.� Then he pulled back and silently got into
the car, picking up the last of the scattered papers and setting them on Sam�s
side of the seat.�

Sam
stood where Dean had left him for several moments, eyes closed, hands clenched
into fists at his sides as he tried to get himself back under control.� Finally, with a frustrated sound he walked
over to the passenger side of the car, opening the door and stuffing his things
back into the bag.�

Neither
of them spoke as Sam settled himself in the passenger seat, tossing his bag
into the back and slouching down, staring out the window.� Dean gunned the engine, the tires kicking up
loose gravel as he drove back toward the highway.

The
dark stretch of road loomed before them, the Impala�s headlights barely able to
cut through the gloom.� Dean sighed
heavily, then pursed his lips, glancing over at Sam.� The older Winchester could almost feel the frustration and anger
that seemed to radiate from Sam in waves, making Dean tense as he waited for
the inevitable outburst.�

Sure
enough, a heartbeat later, Dean saw Sam�s mouth open, the younger man taking a
deep breath as he prepared to speak.�

�Save
it, Sammy,� Dean growled, hands gripping the wheel tightly as they passed a
road sign.� With relief the older man
saw they were coming up on a motel.�
Green eyes closed for a moment and Dean offered up a silent prayer of
thanks.� He�d never felt so exhausted,
both physically and mentally.

Sam
watched his brother, an almost petulant expression on his face.� He knew it hurt Dean to see his anger, but
he couldn�t help the way he felt about the situation.�� The younger man sat up abruptly as they pulled into the motel
parking lot, his hand already on the door handle.� �Let me out,� he said quietly.�

�Sam,
what-� Dean began to protest, even as he brought the car to a near-screeching
halt.�

�Just�� I�ll get the room.� You can go celebrate.�� He
opened the car door, intending to get out, but an iron grip on his wrist
stopped him.�

�What
the�� Sam what�s your problem?� Dean
growled, narrowing his eyes as he held the other man back from leaving.�

�My
problem?� Sam asked, voice high, eyes wide as he glared back.� �My problem is you, and this whole �lay down
and die� attitude you seem to have picked up the last few months!��

�What
are you talkin� about?� Dean demanded, pulling back a bit in the face of his
brother�s anger.�

�I�m
talking about the way you seem to want to save the demon the trouble of killing
you,� Sam snapped, accusation and hurt in his eyes as he looked back at his
brother.� �You look like you�re trying
to kill yourself through either liver failure, a venereal disease from one of
those trailer trash bimbos you keep picking up, or getting shot during a visit
to one of those illegal gambling dens.�
I mean, you�ve nearly been shot and stabbed during your last two trips
to these places.��

Dean
bared his teeth, shoulders hunching defensively.� �Well excuse me for wanting to enjoy life a little before my
time�s up!� If you could see things from
my point of view, instead of your moral high ground, you�d know I�m just tryin�
to have a little fun, something we�ve never really had a lot of!��

�Yeah,
well, I can't,� Sam whispered, pain reflected in his expression.� �Because I don't even know you anymore,
Dean.� Hell, the only time I even get to
see you anymore is when there's something we need to kill.�� With that, Sam wrenched his arm free and all
but jumped out of the car, stalking toward the office.�

Dean
sighed and sat back, watching his brother walk away.� He observed the set of Sam�s shoulders, and the stiffness of his
gait, all of it a clear sign of the pain and anger the younger man was
wrestling with.� �It�s gonna be a long
night,� he muttered, tires squealing as he sped out of the parking lot, heading
off in search of a convenience store.�

Sam
walked into the motel office, tilting his head and pausing a moment when he saw
the night clerk.�

The
man had a ragged beard and moustache, the kind that looked as if it hadn�t seen
a razor or trimmer in a couple of weeks.�
His hair, which might have been fairly thick and wavy on a normal day,
was flat and limp on his scalp.� He wore
a white, short-sleeved shirt with a patch on the right pocket that declared him
the manager.� Even the shirt showed
signs of neglect; it had food stains on the front, and a slight ring around the
collar.�

Sam
wrinkled his nose in distaste, but said nothing, merely continued to study the
man a moment. �Finally he cleared his
throat loudly, tired of waiting for the other man to take notice of him.� His eyes narrowed at the way the other man
jumped and looked up at him fearfully a moment, before the manager sighed and
gave him a sheepish smile.� Sam noticed
then how gaunt the man looked, his skin pale, cheeks sunken, and dark circles
under his eyes that almost looked like bruises.

�Hi
there, you�d like a room?� the man asked, pushing the registry toward Sam, his
hand shaking slightly.�

�Yeah,�
Sam said, trailing off when the other man leaned forward and not one, but two
crucifix necklaces slipped out from beneath the other man�s shirt, dangling in
front of his chest.� Looking thoughtful
for a moment, Sam glanced around, noticing quite a few religious items
scattered throughout the room, particularly near the doors and windows.� It was as if the man was trying to keep
something away�� I�d like one with two
single beds, please.�� He dug into his
pocket, pulling out some money, and handed over enough for the room, plus a
tip.� �We�re not sure how long we�ll be
staying, might be two or three days,� Sam said quietly.� �Tell the cleaning staff not to bother with
the room until we�ve checked out.��

�Okay
then,� the manager replied, nodding slowly.�
�Room 23.� Turn right once you go
back outside, and up the stairs.� It�s
the third door down.�� The man held out
a key, his hand still slightly shaky, making the key jingle softly on the
ring.�

�Thanks,�
Sam said, nodding slowly.� He studied
the man just a moment longer, noting the way the man�s eyes kept nervously
darting toward the windows and doors.�
He knew now that there must be something in the area, and this man had
either been lucky enough to survive an encounter, or he was being preyed upon,
toyed with by some kind of evil entity.�
He opened his mouth to say something more, then closed it again,
deciding to just head back to the room and wait for Dean.� �Well, goodnight,� he murmured, waving to
the man before turning back to the door.�
Sam opened it and took one last look at the other man, noting the way he
looked more nervous at the prospect of being left alone.� The man shot Sam an almost pleading look,
before he nodded and waved, busying himself with the registry.�

�Okay
then,� Sam murmured, his expression thoughtful as he moved away from the
door.� He decided to sit outside on the
bench near the edge of the parking lot for a while; not wanting to suffer the
silence and loneliness he knew awaited him in the empty motel room.� After all, Dean would very likely be away
all night.

As
he sat down, Sam reached back, hand touching the gun tucked into the waistband
of his jeans, resting at the small of his back.� His gaze returned often to the front door of the office, almost
like he was expecting to see something or someone coming after the manager
inside.� Sam�s eyes narrowed as he
checked his watch, wondering if he should lay down something to keep whatever
demons might be in the area away.�� The
brunet blinked in surprise when the Impala�s lights cut through the darkness,
the car coming to a stop in front of him.�

�Hey,�
Dean got out and tilted his head, green eyes narrowing as he eyed his
brother.� �What�s up?�� He opened the back door and pulled out two
bags, and a twelve pack of beer, setting everything on the roof of the Impala
before he closed and locked the doors.�
�What are you doin� out here?��

Sam
moved over to the car, grabbing one of the bags. �I could ask you the same
thing.� What happened to your
celebration?� he murmured, glancing back at the office one more time.�

�Eh,
I can do that some other time,� he said, trying to sound casual about it, but
the truth of the matter was Sam�s last words before he got out of the car had
hurt Dean, more than he cared to admit.�
�Now what�s got your panties in a bunch?��

�Let�s
get this stuff to the room,� Sam said, nodding toward the stairs, �and I�ll
tell you.�� He held the bag securely in
his arms, then started to walk away.��

Dean
watched him moving up the stairs, eyebrows raised.� Sammy looked focused, intent, but also a little nervous.� There was definitely something to hunt
here.� He followed the other man up the
stairs, bag in one arm, and beer in the other.�

Sam
unlocked the door to their room, walking in and depositing the bag he was
carrying on the table, then he moved over and shut the door, locking it behind
Dean.� �I think there�s some kind of
demon here, Dean,� he said quietly, launching into a brief description of
everything he�d seen downstairs.�

As
Sam spoke, Dean smirked and nodded, putting his bag and the beer down on one of
the single beds, before he pulled a local newspaper out of the bag.� He unfolded it as he listened, turning to
the story he�d been reading at the checkout counter.� �Looks like we wound up on the same trail,� he said when his
brother was finished.� Dean held the
paper up, folded so the article was on the front.� �I figured something was going on around here, I just didn�t
think we�d be lucky enough, or�unlucky enough, depending on how you wanna look
at it, to walk right into the middle of it.��

Sam
reached out and took the newspaper from Dean�s hand, brow furrowed as he read
the story.� �Six people in the last two
months, all dying with the same symptoms?� he asked, looking incredulous.�

�Yup,
and the cute little cashier,� Dean gave a naughty smile as he remembered her,
�told me her sister�s a nurse at the hospital.�
The official story is heart failure, but there�s a little more to it
than that.� All the victims were male,
and yeah, there was heart failure involved, but it was more like a total system
failure, from extreme exhaustion.�� He
opened a beer, then raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, gazing at Sam
intently.� �What does that tell
you?��

Sam
looked down, deep in thought for a moment, then his eyes widened as realization
struck.� �Six men, dying from
exhaustion?� Dean, you don�t think�� he
trailed off, looking slightly apprehensive.�
�We�re dealing with some kind of succubus demon, great,� he muttered,
running one hand through his unruly brown hair.� He avoided looking at his brother for a moment, his first thought
being of the older man�s roving eye, Dean�s raw sexual energy.� It would make the other man a prime target
for just such a creature.� �It�s currently
feeding off the manager, we have to stop it before it drains him dry, and
chooses a new victim.��

Dean
nodded, pulling their father�s journal from the inside pocket of his jacket,
setting it down on the table.� �Let�s
get the rest of our stuff inside, and check through Dad�s notes; we gotta come
up with a plan, and fast.� If that guy�s
really as bad off as you made him sound, tonight could be his last night.��

~~oOo~~

One
hour later, they had their roughly hewn plan, which consisted of Sam going down
to the manager�s office to complain about a leaky pipe, which of course Dean
had managed to arrange under the sink in the bathroom.� As soon as the manager locked the office and
escorted Sam up to the room, Dean picked the lock, slipped inside and drew a
discreet devil�s trap beneath the cot in the back corner of the office, which
had a still-warm cup of coffee sitting on the table beside it.�

�Now
we just leave the bait out a little bit longer,� he murmured, quietly slipping
back out of the office and concealing himself in the shadows just around the
corner, �and hope like hell that trap holds you still long enough for me to
waste you.�� He ducked down when Sam and
the manager came back down the stairs, the other man giving Sam a wave as he
unlocked the door to his office.�

�Dean?�
Sam hissed, looking around once the door closed again.� �Where are you?�� He glanced around, trying to spot his brother in the darkness.�

�Right
here,� Dean answered, before he leaned out into the light, letting Sam catch a
glimpse of him.� �Get over here!�� He waved Sam over and moved aside so Sam
could conceal himself in the shadows as well.�
�I set the trap,� he murmured, then glanced over to where his brother
was, barely able to see him, �now we have to wait for this thing to step into
it.� When it does, we can send it
straight back to hell.��

�Hopefully
before it manages to drain that guy dry,� Sam said quietly, before he moved
past Dean and peered in a nearby window, wanting to keep an eye on the
manager.�

After
what seemed like only a few minutes, Dean began to fidget restlessly,
uncomfortable at being crouched down the way he was.� �How long are we gonna have to stay like this?� he groused,
moving the book and rosary he held from one hand to the other.�

�Shh!�
Sam glowered at him, crouched down on one knee. �We have to wait until the
demon shows, and keep an eye on the manager.��
He gestured toward the window, then gave Dean a light push on the
shoulder, urging his brother to have a look.

�Man,
why do I have to play peeping Tom?� Dean grumbled, getting up and leaning
toward the corner of the window. �That guy could be doin� anything in
there.�� He turned and shot Sam a glare
over his shoulder.� �If I end up seeing
something that traumatizes me, I�m gonna kick your ass,� he threatened,
narrowing his eyes as he looked inside.�

Luckily
for Dean, the man was doing nothing more than sitting on the cot, hunched
forward, head in his hands.� He lifted
his head after a few moments, his expression fearful before he reached out and
grabbed the cup of coffee, downing it in just a few swallows.� Once it was finished, he got up and walked
over to the coffee maker, pouring himself another cup before he took a seat
behind the desk, his feet up on a nearby box.�

When
Sam leaned up and peered over the top of his brother�s head, watching as well,
Dean scowled, feeling the other man�s presence close behind him.� �Well hell, why did I have to look if you
could just do that?� Dean hissed, turning to frown severely at his
brother.�

�Dean,
stop it,� Sam whispered, then shook his head as he watched the desk clerk�s
head loll back, the man obviously fighting to stay awake.� �Where did you put the devil�s trap?��

�Under
the cot,� Dean sighed, fingers tightening around the book in his hand.� �And of course, that idiot�s about to fall
asleep in the chair, instead of where he was supposed to be!��

�So
what do we do about it?� Sam asked, frowning as he watched through the
window.�

The
manager sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, and then he rubbed his eyes
furiously, trying to stay awake.� He set
his coffee cup on the desk, before his expression turned blank, jaw slack, eyes
hooded.� The two men watched as his eyes
slid shut, his body relaxed.� In moments
the man had fallen into an exhausted sleep.�

�Sam,�
Dean said quietly, every muscle tensed while he continued to watch the
manager.� He drew his gun, then pulled
away from his brother suddenly, looking around them, as if worried something
was going to try to sneak up on them.�

�I
know, it�s got to be nearby,� Sam murmured, realizing the man must have been
given some kind of suggestion to fall asleep.�
He, too, pulled out his gun, the younger man also pulling a bottle of
holy water from his pocket.� He glanced
around then, sharing some of his brother�s unease.�

�Sam!�
Dean hissed, gesturing back toward the window.�
Inside the room, a tall, slightly overweight blond woman had
appeared.� �It�s here.��

�How
are we supposed to trap it?� If we don�t
get rid of it here and now, it�ll just move on and find another victim.�� While he spoke, Sam was slowly moving around
the corner, toward the door.�

�Wait,
Sam!� Dean whispered, holding up one finger.�
�I�m workin� on it�� The older man bared his teeth, eyes narrowing
before he turned away from the sight of the woman straddling the manager and
starting to undo his clothing.� �No
accounting for taste I guess, it is a demon after all.��

�Dean!�
Sam gestured toward the door impatiently, eyes widened as he urged his brother
to take action.�

�Hold
on,� Dean murmured, moving to stand beside his brother.� �If we wait until it�s just about to feed,
it�ll be too stunned to react when we bust in.�
We�ll have to hit it with everything we can, and shove or throw the damn
thing onto the cot.� Then I can exorcise
it once the trap takes hold.��

Sam
nodded and opened the bottle containing the holy water once the safety was off
his gun.� He waited a few more moments,
then glanced at his brother.� �Okay, on
three�� One-�

�Two��
Dean growled, one hand holding the book, a rosary draped around the hand
holding his gun.�

�Three!�
the two brothers cried in unison.� Dean
kicked the door in, then stepped into the room, gun raised.� Sam was right behind him, taking a few quick
steps forward.�

The
demon barely had time to look up and hiss at them, before the two brothers
rushed her.� Dean�s foot hit her square
in the chest, sending the demon sprawling, while the hapless manager ended up
on the floor when the chair was overturned, still asleep.� The demon slid along the slippery, worn
surface of the floor, straight toward the cot.�
From her vantage point she had a clear view of the devil�s trap and as
soon as she saw it, an inhuman shriek rent the air.� She flung out her arms, managing to stop herself well back from
the circle, then she glared up at them, eyes wide.�

Her
eyes were unlike those of other demons the brothers had encountered.� They were not black, yellow or red, but
rather a brilliant hellfire orange.� The
color stood out starkly against her pale skin, like two pits of flame in her
pallid face.�

The
demon didn�t show any outward signs of fear as Sam and Dean advanced on her,
both of them with their guns drawn, slowly rising to point at her, though she
did bare slightly yellowed teeth at the rosary wrapped around Dean�s right
hand.� �You can�t stop me,� she rasped,
then gave a low, malicious laugh and sprang to her feet.�

�Let�s
get this bitch into the trap already,� Dean growled, before he looked over at
his brother.� He gripped his gun
tightly, knuckles turning white, vaguely aware of the feel of the rosary beads
pressing hard into his palm and fingers.

Sam
nodded, and with a deft flick of his wrist splashed her with holy water,
wrenching a scream from her while Dean tensed, ready to force her over the line
drawn on the floor. However their plan went awry once again as the demon moved
with incredible speed, leaping at Sam.�

Dean
growled and took aim for a non-lethal shot, thinking to knock her off balance
and onto the cot, hoping there was a chance they could still avoid having to
kill the host.� Green eyes widened, a
curse spilling from Dean�s lips as the demon jerked to one side, and instead of
getting shot in the right shoulder, the bullet lodged itself in the left side
of her chest, spinning her around.� Even
in her injured state, the demon had the presence of mind to fall away from the
cot, before she once again lunged at Sam, twisting the younger man so he was between
herself and Dean as they fell.�

Sam
winced, grunting in pain as he hit the floor, left shoulder connecting with the
hard surface.� Sam gasped and looked up
at the feeling of fingers digging into his arms, realizing the demon was
sitting astride him, glaring at him with those eerie eyes.� Without thinking he threw more holy water in
her face, wincing as she shrieked again.�
Then he heard a second shot and the demon jerked, lips pulled back in a
grimace.

�Sam!�
Dean cried, moving forward and grabbing the woman�s shoulder, trying to drag
her off his brother.� Suddenly he found
himself thrown back, connecting with the wall so hard it knocked the wind out
of him.� His head snapped back and also
hit the wall, and Dean struggled to stay conscious as his vision went fuzzy,
darkening around the edges.

He
raised the gun, aiming for her head this time, but he ended up missing when she
leapt off Sam, little more than a blur as she ran across the small room.� He squeezed off one more shot, hitting her
in the thigh, before she disappeared with the sound of shattering glass,
leaving only torn, blood-smeared blinds and a broken window in her wake.� She�d leapt out the window near the foot of
the cot, avoiding their trap, and now it appeared she would escape.�

Sam
was on his feet a moment later, staring out the window.� Hazel eyes narrowed as he realized she was
actually moving much more slowly now.�
Maybe they still had a chance to stop her.��

�Dammit,�
groaned Dean, falling to one knee and holding his head.� He growled as he felt Sam�s arm around him,
the younger man trying to help Dean over to the cot.� �Come on, we gotta find her before she can take over a new body.�� He shrugged off Sam�s arm, managing to
stand without swaying, then moved toward the door.�

Sam
nodded, following his brother and trying to resist the urge to set a hand on
Dean�s back to steady him.� He�d seen
the way his brother had hit the wall, and was concerned about a possible
concussion.� But unless it started to
slow Dean down, they�d have to worry about it later.� His brother was right, they had to catch this demon, and
fast.�

The
two men stepped outside and moved around the corner of the building, spotting
the sporadic trail of blood the demon was leaving that led across the small
field behind the motel.�

Sam
looked up and frowned as he realized the demon had gone straight for the edge
of the sparse forest ahead of them.� He
didn�t like the idea of trying to hunt a wounded demon in a dark forest with
Dean already injured.�

Dean,
however, had other ideas.� He raised his
gun and stepped into the trees, looking around cautiously.� �Come on, it�s hurt pretty bad, which means
it can�t have gotten far yet,� he said quietly, gesturing for Sam to fall in
step beside him.�� Seems this one isn�t
as good at keeping its host alive and kicking as some other demons we�ve met,�
Dean grimaced, reminded for a moment of Meg.��

Sam
shot Dean an apprehensive look, but nodded and kept pace with the older man,
his own gun raised.� All they had to
rely on was the moonlight and the residual light from the motel�s signs.� Sam was thankful that the trees around them
were small and spaced apart enough that they allowed much of the meager light
into the area, leaving only the occasional patch of deep shadow.�

�There!�
Dean said, voice low and urgent as he pointed to a flash of movement through
the trees to their left.� Dean started
after what he�d seen, picking his way through the trees, trying to avoid
stumbling on the uneven ground.�

Sam
tried to keep up with his brother, moving off to Dean�s right and staying in
step with the older man as they wound their way through the trees.� He blinked when, after just a few moments,
Sam noticed that they had ended up farther apart than he�d had intended, Dean
slipping into shadows, still chasing the source of the sound and brief glimpses
of movement up ahead.�

�Dean!�
he called, then gasped as his foot caught on something, it felt like a root or
branch of some kind.� Whatever it was,
he couldn�t pull his foot free, and he pitched forward, landing heavily on the
ground with a soft grunt of pain.� As he
fell his gun jerked out of his fingers and was sent tumbling into the darkness.� He jerked his leg, finally working his foot
loose and rolled over, sitting up slowly.�
Sam tensed, looking up as he felt like he was being watched.� A gasp escaped him when he noticed the
figure leaning against the tree in front of him.� �Dean?� he said tentatively, a sinking feeling in his stomach as
the sound of labored breathing reached him, along with the smell of blood.�

�Sorry,
guess again,� a low, but distinctly feminine voice answered, before the demon
took one unsteady step toward him, making herself visible in the
moonlight.� �You know, I should be
harboring some pretty hard feelings toward you two right now,� she managed a
low chuckle, hand pressed to her chest, a large, dark stain running down the
front of her t-shirt, and the left leg of her jeans.� �But beggars can�t be choosers.�
You two managed to render this body useless to me, now I need another,�
a wicked smile curled her lips.� �Maybe
you and I can work out a deal.��

Sam
stared up at her incredulously, then got to his feet quickly.� He glanced around, knowing his gun wouldn�t
be found until daybreak, so he reached into his pocket, finding the holy water,
what was left of it at least, still there.�
�Why the hell would I want to make a deal with you?� he asked, narrowing
his eyes as he looked around, about to call for his brother.�

�Aw,
guess I heard wrong then,� she tilted her head, regarding Sam with a knowing
smile.� �Here I�d been told you said,
and I quote, �you�re my big brother, and there is nothing I wouldn�t do for
you.�� Too bad,� she paused, coughing, a
thin trickle of blood running down her chin.�
�I might have been able to help you with Dean�s little�problem.��

Sam
bared his teeth as she took another step closer to him, opening the bottle and
raising it threateningly.� �Like I�d
believe that.� The only thing you�re
interested in is a new body, and more victims.�� He called out for his brother, taking several quick steps
back.�

The
demon heaved a put-upon sigh, sitting down on a large rock jutting out of the
ground and looking up at Sam.� �Well, I
just thought you might want to carry on that little family tradition you boys
have got going.�� At Sam�s glare, she
grinned and continued.� �You know what I
mean, the one where you Winchesters sell your souls for each other?� First Daddy dearest did it for Dean, then
your big brother went and did it for you.�
Bet you feel a little left out, don�t you Sammy?�� The demon shook her head at Sam�s slightly
shocked expression.� �Don�t look so
surprised, word travels fast where I come from.� Now, down to business before this body decides to shut down on
me.�� She gave Sam a faint smile.� �I�m not quite so good as some of the others
at keeping these frail human shells going once they�ve been damaged,� she admitted,
then frowned as Dean at last answered Sam�s earlier call, the other man�s voice
sounding far away.

�My
soul�s not for sale, and I�ve got my own ways to save Dean�s.� You sons of bitches don�t even have Dad
anymore, he�s free now,� Sam snarled at her, shaking the bottle and sending a
few drops of the liquid inside toward her.�
Hazel eyes widened when she sprang to her feet, quickly moving out of
harm�s way.� Shit, she�s still fast,
not as fast as she was before, but still too fast to kill without a gun� he
thought worriedly.��

�Oh,
I don�t want your soul, Sam.� I just
need your body for a little while,� she whispered, demonstrating her speed once
again by moving to stand directly behind Sam before he could fully react.�

�Go
to hell!� Sam hollered, spinning around and managing to splash a few drops of
holy water onto her face this time, making her back up with a pained cry.�

She
growled at him, one hand over her face, smoke curling up from her skin.� �Been there, didn�t much care for it.� But I do appreciate being let out,� she
smirked, lifting her head and glaring at him with those flaming eyes
again.� �That�s why I�ll cut you a sweet
deal.�� The demon moved slowly, starting
to circle Sam, head jerking up as Dean�s voice rang out again, sounding closer
this time.� �Hm, this is a limited time
offer, Sam, time�s running out quick.��

�You
call taking over my body to suck the life out of people by having sex with them
a sweet deal?� Sam�s expression was one of clear disgust as he watched the
demon warily, circling around and keeping pace with her, not wanting to lose
sight of her for a moment.��

�Oh,
I don�t really need to have sex with my victims, or even kill them to live, I
do all that just for fun,� she laughed softly, slanting a look at Sam as she
continued to move around him.� �I find
it ironic and amusing to drain away a man�s life by catering to his most base
desires.� No, it�s not the sex I�m
after; it�s the energy, the life force that I require.� And I don�t even need all of it from any one
person.��

The
demon tilted her head and raised a bloody hand to her face, tapping her
chin.� �But I guess you�re wondering
what you�ll get out of the deal, hm?�
Well, what if I told you I could take care of that pesky crossroads
demon for you, and stop her from both taking Dean�s soul, and killing you
again?� Then would you consider a deal?�
She gave Sam a mock pout, her other hand pressed to her chest again, where a
fresh trickle of blood soaked the already stained material of her shirt.� �Hm, even that might not be enough with your
do-gooder attitude,� the demon sighed and cupped her cheek, leaving a bloody
handprint on the side of her face.�
�Well, I suppose for letting me out of hell, and loaning me that
attractive body of yours for awhile I might make a few extra concessions.� But only for you, Sam, because like so many
others, I�ve got a soft spot for you boys.��

Sam
sneered at her, the expression looking odd on his usually sweet face, and for a
moment the relation between him and Dean was clearer than it had ever been
before.� His eyes left the demon for
just a moment as the sound of someone moving through the bush could be heard,
Sam realizing Dean was closing in on them.�
�There�s nothing you could offer me that would change my mind.��

�Really?�
she studied him intently for a moment.�
�So you don�t want to help your brother then?� Here I thought you were willing to save him, no matter what it
took.�� The demon held back a triumphant
grin at the pain that flashed in Sam�s eyes.�
�Think about it.� All you need to
do is give me a free ride for a little while.�
You had that bitch inside you before; mind you�I hear that didn�t go so
well.� But!�� She held up one finger, tilting her head and giving him what
would have been an endearing smile, had it actually come from a human.� �I can promise I won�t be nearly as much
trouble as she was.� I won�t make you
smoke, drink, well more than you already do, take drugs, get into unnecessary
fights, have sex with anyone you�re not willing to, or kill anybody other than
in both our defense.� I won�t even
interfere with your hunting of other demons.� she held up her hands in a
mockery of the gestures one made when being sworn in during a trial.�� You�ll hardly even know I�m there, except
when I require energy, then I�ll just discreetly take what I need, leaving the
other person alive and well, but a little tired.� I also won�t try to make you harm your brother, or those little
hunter friends of yours.��

Sam
looked back at her, and couldn�t help but remember the phrase �If something
sounds too good to be true, it usually is�.�
�I don�t believe it�s that simple, there�s something more you want out
of this.� You won�t simply take a free
ride until you find another female body because you know as soon as you have it
Dean and I will try to exorcise you again.�
We can�t just let you go free,� Sam said while glaring at her.�

The
demon let loose a low, angry growl as she heard Dean�s footsteps rapidly
drawing near.� Soon he would enter the
small clearing, and her chance would be gone.�
She turned toward the sounds, smirking faintly.� �Fine, I tried to be nice about this, cut
you a really good deal and everything, but you were simply too stubborn and
stupid to take it.� I guess I�ll just
have to do things my way, and take over a less willing host.�� The woman turned back toward Sam, fiery eyes
blazing in the darkness.� �And believe
me, Dean will get none of the concessions I was willing to make for you.� I will feed off the biggest, ugliest mother
fuckers I can pick up,� she laughed cruelly, baring her teeth at Sam, �and I�ll
let Dean have just enough awareness to feel it when they�re fucking him into
the mattress, floor, wall, wherever we happen to end up.�� She chuckled and started walking toward the
sound of Dean�s footsteps.�

�No!�
Sam shouted, lunging forward and grabbing onto her arm.� �Leave him al-� he gasped in shock when he
was flipped suddenly, flailing as he was flung down onto the ground, the wind
knocked out of him when he landed heavily on his back.� He tried to draw in a breath, eyes wide, face
pale, managing only a few wheezing gasps.�
Sam raised his arms, swinging weakly at the demon as she moved over and
sat on his chest, glaring down at him.�

�Time�s
up Sammy, make the call,� the woman ordered, voice low.� �You either take the deal I offered, or I
take Dean, with no conditions at all.�
Your brother will be completely at my mercy.� Trust me, you really don�t want that.�� She watched him a moment, knowing Sam was imagining the torment
she�d put him through, his imagination probably supplying more horrifying
images than her words ever could.�

Indeed
Sam was imagining the things she would do to his brother, pain building inside
him like a knife being stabbed into his gut and twisted viciously as he
imagined what her tortures would do to Dean, the way it would break him if she
did carry out her threats.� Sam
swallowed hard, managing a deeper breath as he glanced to one side, knowing
Dean would stumble onto them any second now.�

�Well?� Do we have a deal or-� the demon�s question
was cut off as Sam�s hand gripped the back of her neck roughly, pulling her
down for a kiss to seal the deal.� She
moaned appreciatively, unable to stop herself from running one bloody hand down
Sam�s muscular chest.� I�m definitely
going to take a little time to enjoy this body, she thought, grinning against
Sam�s lips before she gripped his jaw, prying his mouth open slightly.� Her eyes glowed brightly for a moment before
she stiffened, the demon forcing itself out of the dying host�s body and
plunging into Sam�s through his half-open mouth.��

Sam
gave a strangled cry, eyes widening as his back arched up off the ground.� His hands dropped, fingers digging into the
soft soil beneath him as his legs jerked and twitched.� It felt like acid was being poured down his
throat, eating its way down to his stomach, then rapidly spreading throughout
his body, burning pain lancing through him until his vision started to
blur.� The last things he was aware of
before he passed out were the feel of the woman�s body sliding off him, the
sound of heavy footsteps and Dean�s voice screaming his name.�

To
Be Continued�
Oh
my, well this obviously isn�t going to be as cute as Style, now is it? <<
I have a bad feeling about all this�
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