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Supernatural / Demons from the South	By : silkmink Category: Supernatural > Het - Male/Female Views: 4119 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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The events in this story are not from the actual program. They are my take on how the characters would react in certain circumstances. This series of chapters reflect the characters as they were in season 5 of the series (in terms of their experiences and how much they had learned).
No harm or disrespect is intended to anyone affiliated with the show or their families.
Author's note: There is no sex in this chapter. It serves as a vehicle to connect the chapters. If it's not your cup of tea, feel free to skip to chapter 4.

Supernatural /Demons Ch. 3: The Winchesters Make a Getaway:

Dean crashed into the wall across from the door to the office. He stumbled forward trying to hang onto his lucidity. “Sam!”
He didn't see the stairs until he was stumbling down them. There was no light at the bottom.
"I'm coming, Sammy!”
All he could discern when he slammed into a hard surface at the bottom the stairs was a locked door.
"Sam?! Where are you?!” He cried as he frantically turned the knob unsuccessfully; the intoxication engulfed his mind.
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Sam finally felt clear headed. He was lying on his back watching the rain pelt the skylights and the chain that held him previously swing lazily. The demon lay blissfully humming to herself with her eyes closed between his legs. He looked down at her beautifully sculpted face and started to feel himself start getting hard again. This time, however, he was able to chase away any sexual thoughts.
Was there still a soul in there? He wondered Or had the vessel died long before?
There was no way of knowing unless he exorcized the demon and her blood had given him that ability.
He slid out from under her as gently as possible and slowly stood.
"Aw, don't get up.” She said coyly. Her eyes had gone from black to chestnut brown.
"Bathroom.” He replied and pointed in the direction she had come in from.
He waked over to where his jeans and boxers has been discarded and dressed himself with the only two articles of clothing he had. She laid on her stomach on the hard cold concrete completely nude; her chin rested on her arms folded in front of her like she was on the most comfortable bed in the world. She watched him lustfully.
The muscles in his smooth back rippled like a race horse's as he got into his clothes.
"You are so beautiful, Sam” she said admiringly.
Sam turned around to face her zipping up his jeans. A hint of blood still stained his mouth.
He noticed that with her eyes normal, to anyone else she would have simply appeared to be a beautiful woman lying there.
Suddenly they heard what sounded like someone being thrown into a locked door. There was a muffled shouting. All he could make out was “Sam” and “you?”
It's Dean. He knew he had to act fast before his big brother showed up, he wanted to keep the drinking demon blood thing from Dean as long as possible..
As she was looking over her shoulder at where Dean's voice had come from, Sam squared himself facing the demon on the floor. He reached out his arm towards her; his fingers extended . With a look of fierce determination he felt power surge up within him. She sat up quickly when she realized what was happening.
"What are you doing?!” She shouted the fear growing in her face. “Don't you get it? I love you, Sam! I can help you!”
Sam stared at her intensely; he breathed forcefully out of his nose, his lips drawn in a grim line. His whole body shook and a thin stream of blood seeped from his nose over his lips.
"NO!” The terror was evident in her voice.
Thick black smoke began to pour out of her mouth and nose copiously. It sank to the ground and melted through the concrete, creating a charred circle that slowly dissolved away around her body as she fell to the ground.
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Dean bolted back up the stairs, his hands climbing the steps in front of him like a ladder, to avoid falling on his face. He ran down the hallway and passed the door to the empty office.
Wait what?, he thought to himself. He stopped abruptly and walked backwards until he got to the open doorway. He noticed the desk that the girl had been laying on was empty. Ohhhh kaaay... What the fuck? He had just been there less than couple minutes ago.
Dean looked both ways down the dimly lit hallway, there was just light enough to see that there was no one in there.
He looked back at the desk and noticed a slick wet spot on its surface.
Damn I'm good! He thought, mentally slapping himself on the back and grinning like an idiot.
He jolted out of his reverie.
“Oh shit! Sam!”
He tore down the hallway in the other direction.
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Sam rushed over and fell to his knees at the girl's side. He held her face in his hands.
"Wake up. It's ok now, she's gone.” Her eyes were flooded with tears and showed tremendous pain as she looked up into Sam's worried face. He leaned in closer. “Speak to me. Who are you?”
She was deathly pale. “I... I s-saw... I f-felt everything” she whispered with barely enough energy to speak aloud.
Sam felt ashamed for having participated in what was, in effect, non-consensual sex with this woman. He glanced guiltily at the crimson line that was scabbing over on her throat.
"I'm sorry...” he whispered.
"Sh-she manipulated you as m-much as sh-she did me.” Her speech was broken and halting.
"Shhhh ...everything is going to be ok now. I'm going to take care of you.”
He knew she was dying and though he didn't know her, his heart was broken. He reached for the cloak and wrapped it around her as best as he could.
Her eyes delicately fluttered closed as she exhaled her last breath. For a second time that night, a tear rolled down Sam's face.
Dean came running in between a stack of freight containers and stopped short balancing himself with his arms out to keep from letting the momentum throw him to the floor.
"Sam! Whathefuckhappened?!” Dean's words ran together as he gasped for air.
Sam stood up, roughly wiping away the tear with his forearm.
"You have blood on your face.” Dean said swaying drunkenly and pointing at Sam's face while looking at him curiously.
Sam hastily tried to wipe the blood from his mouth and nose with his arm.
Dean swung his finger over crazily and pointed at the dead naked girl on the floor wrapped tightly in a cloak; he noticed Sam had no weapon.
"Holy Crap! Did you fuck her to death?” Dean looked alarmed.
"What? No! “Sam looked at Dean with a horrified expression.
Dean looked at Sam and then back at the girl. His brow furrowed as he tried to assess what had happened without the assistance of clarity.
"Wait a second... Hold on... Ok, so there's you and this chick and then blood... She was a demon!” Dean shouted, proud of himself for figuring it out.
"You think?” Sam was relieved that Dean seemed too out of it to get angry about him having consumed demon blood (an addiction that had previously come dangerously close to making him more demon than human.) At the same time, he was irritated that his brother was clearly intoxicated when they were in a potentially dangerous situation.
"Where the hell were you?" Sam asked angrily.
"Me? Um I was... doing the thing with this... there was this..." Dean tried to focus unsuccessfully.
"Are you on drugs?!” Sam asked in disbelief.
"I shink so.” Dean slurred. "So you slipped her the old meatsicle?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively smiling broadly.
"Oh my God... seriously?” Sam was irritated.
"What? I was dosed! I woke up like this!”
The annoyance slipped away as Sam considered that his brother wouldn't have taken anything willingly. Not from anyone.
As Sam pondered this, Dean snickered and walked up to Sam.
"You have a beep on your nose.” Dean pointed to Sam's face, still giggling.
"What?” Sam looked disgusted.
Dean reached up and squeezed Sam's nose.
"Beep!” He exclaimed almost collapsing to the floor in a fit of giggles.
"Somewhere out there is a tree, tirelessly producing oxygen so you can breathe...
...I think you owe it an apology.” Sam said rolling his eyes.
"Whaaat?” Dean asked confused.
Sam took Dean by the shoulder and directed him towards the sound of rain hitting asphalt. Dean was entirely too silly to be mad at in his current state and he certainly was in no condition to shed any light on the situation.
"C'mon short bus.” Sam quipped.
Dean stumbled alongside Sam, bumping into him along the way. He mumbled, “You're the short bus, short bus.” *
They made their way through the stacks of containers.
"You shoulda seen this chick I was with, Sammy!” Dean babbled, excitedly gesticulating. “She was like super hot. Like Angelina Jolie hot but blonde and covered with all these crazy tattoos.”
Sam froze. “What? You were with someone just now? Where?!” Previously he thought it was just the one demon who knew him and got her rocks off on forcing him to do something she knew he wouldn't do willingly. Could this be a demon nest? He wondered.
Dean pointed over his shoulder with a perplexed look.
"Show me now!” Sam demanded.

After a whole lot of wandering down different hallways, they made it to the office on the second floor. Dean pointed to the desk. “There. See? Where the wet stuff is.” he smiled nudging his elbow into Sam's side.
Sam approached the desk looking down curiously at what appeared to be slime. He walked around the desk and looked at Dean disbelievingly. He bent down and picked up a melting piece of skin with part of an eagle tattooed on it. He held it out to Dean. “Is this her?” he asked looking incredulous.
Dean's eyes got huge and his lip curled in disgust. “Ohhh! Man that is so gross!”
"Dean,” Sam said becoming serious “did you come inside of her?” he demanded.
"She said I could! What was I supposed to do?” Dean shouted looking horrified.
"Uh... I dunno. Pull out maybe?” Sam shot back sarcastically, dropping the scrap of skin. “Now they have your DNA!”
"How was I supposed to know she was a Shapeshifter?” Dean yelled dumbfounded.
Realizing there was no point to the conversation, Sam said, “C'mon, let's get out of here.” He shoved Dean towards the door.
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Sam immediately remembered his partial lack of clothing when they stepped out of the warehouse into the parking lot. His bare feet slapped wetly into a puddle. The rain fell heavily plastering his long hair to his head. The water dripped down his chest and back and seeped into his jeans.
Sam came to a stop and scanned the dark shadowy lot, his eyes landed on a dark hulking shape about fifty yards away. As Sam studied it, Dean rolled into him not realizing that Sam had stopped. The rain seemed to be clearing his mind. He shook his head squinting as the rain ran into his eyes. He followed Sam's line of sight.
There she was. Her black chassis glinting in a flash of lightning. Dean broke into a run. Sam reached for him unsuccessfully.
"Wait! It could be a trap!” Sam yelled after him; his voice drowned out by thunder.
Dean didn't seem to hear him and ran at the car. “Baby! There you are. Did they hurt you?” Dean asked the rain drenched '67 Impala trying to hug the front quarter panel. “Who's a pretty car?” Dean baby talked at the cold wet steel and glinting chrome.
Sam walked up shaking his head at his brother. He tried the door and found it unlocked. He grabbed Dean by the shoulders and threw him into the passenger seat. Sam walked around the car and got into the driver's side. He reached into the back and pulled a dry t-shirt out of a duffel bag. He grabbed a pair of socks and some shoes and put them on hurriedly.
Dean sat quietly watching the rain cascade down the windshield trying to collect his thoughts as clarity came flooding back.
Sam checked the ignition. Somehow he knew the keys would be there.
A quick turn and the car roared to life. “Urgent” came blasting through the speakers. “Jesus!” Sam winced.
"What? You don't like Foreigner?! What's wrong with you man?”
Sam looked at him annoyed.
"Just drive!” Dean ordered gruffly.
They tore out of the desolate parking lot.
As Sam sent the car flying over the slick asphalt, Dean spoke while staring straight ahead at the rain glittering in the glow of the headlights.
"What did you do Sam?”
"What do you mean?” Sam asked, knowing full well what Dean was referring to.
"The blood, Sam! What the hell!? Are we dealing with that again?” Dean turned to look at his brother in angered concern.
Sam knew his brother was right to be worried. “Look, I didn't have a choice.” his eyes never leaving the road.
"Didn't have a choice?!!” Dean raised his voice. “So what..? She held you down and poured it down your throat?”
"You don't get it, do you?” Sam responded quietly.
"No, I guess not. Would you mind explaining it to me, Sam?”
"It won't happen again. It was a one-time thing. I was restrained and she forced... ” Sam's voice trailed off as he realized that he had no excuse.
"Well fan-fucking-tastic. So a demon chick raped you and forced you to drink her blood, huh?” Dean shouted sarcastically.
"Could we talk about something else?” Sam asked exhaustedly. He clearly felt pretty bad about what had happened.
Dean's face softened as he reconsidered the situation. He could have helped his brother and hadn't. He felt he was partially to blame. “It's ok, man. If that's how you say it went down, then that's how it went down.”
"Thank you.” said Sam.
They drove for a while; AC/DC's “Thunderstruck” filled the compartment of the car. Normality seemed to be returning.
"So what were we doing again? Something in Florida, right?” Dean asked trying to change the subject.
"Yeah, some guy ate another guy's face off, remember? The police had to shoot him to get him to stop.” Sam said trying to jog Dean's memory.
"Oh yeah...” Dean remembered “...and there were no drugs in his system... Yeah that's pretty weird. What do you think? A Ghoul? A Rugaru?” He laughed to himself. “Rugaru. I still think that sounds made up.”
Sam shook his head not knowing what it could be; he was still worried about the Shapeshifter having Dean's DNA and since when do demons and Shapeshifters work together? He wondered to himself. Clearly the demon had known that Dean would be drugged and preoccupied.
"I don't know. I don't even know where we are.” Sam concentrated on the empty road ahead.
As if prompted, a sign came into view illuminated by the headlights of the Impala.
"Welcome! We're glad Georgia's on your mind” read the sign. They were heading south. They appeared to be on track.

To be continued...

Explainer:
Dean's sensations of being intoxicated, in this and the previous chapter, come from a substance administered to him by the Shapeshifter he was unknowingly with in chapter 2. (This substance is something of my own creation and never appeared in the television series) The effect of the drug is that the subject becomes overly aroused and only feels lucid when he/she is being stimulated sexually. Water on skin contact cause the effects to wear off.

*The “short bus” exchange in this chapter is the only dialogue I've ever lifted from the show. It was originally from an exchange that happened between Dean and a character named Ruby. It appeared in season 3, episode 9, “Malleus Maleficarum” written by Ben Edlund.
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