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Chapter List
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Disclaimer: Sam & Dean Winchester are characters that were created by Eric Kripke. Currently the rights belong to Warner Bros TV. These chapters are in no way affiliated with the actual show & were not written for financial gain.
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.

Supernatural /Demons from the South Ch. 6 Evil Memories:

The heat refracted off the searing highway creating the illusion they were driving through water as the Impala roared towards Miami. The sun flared off the polished body of the car. Sam and Dean had driven for two days and were finally closing in on their intended destination.
"So let's go over this face eating thing again.” Dean said.
Sam studied the laptop. “The attacker's name was Buddy and according to this, the toxicology report showed no trace of hard drugs. It says here 'local police stated that the perp seemed to have super human strength. After several failed attempts to get him to stop attacking the victim, the police opened fire. Several shots hit their target with no effect.' Apparently it took a shotgun blast to the head to take him down.”
"The victim survived right?” Dean asked; his eyes still on the road.
"Yeah, but he's in no condition to talk.” Sam said still reading from the website.
Dean cracked a smile. “Not having a mouth will do that."
"Oh get this,” Sam said with interest. “It seems that Buddy's girlfriend, one Tracy Williams, said that he had a voodoo curse put on him. Several of his friends had reported seeing him carrying a bible around with him days before the attack.”
“It sounds like we should check that out first and then hit the morgue.” Dean said.
Sam was still looking at the screen. “This is weird. The body is not at the city morgue. It's at a private funeral home. Apparently some relative sent the money and made the arrangements.”
Dean shrugged. “Well then we'll hit the funeral home after the girlfriend's place.”
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Less than an hour later they pulled up to a dilapidated apartment complex in a low income neighborhood. Children playing in the streets eyed the brothers distrustfully as Sam and Dean stepped out of the car in black suits and ties. They looked around with apprehension. This was not the type of area where you wanted to be pegged as feds.
They climbed the rusting steps to the top floor and knocked on the paint peeling door of the home of Buddy's girlfriend.
A haggard woman in her 30's opened it looking annoyed.
"Miss Williams?" Sam asked as they flashed FBI badges. "We'd like to ask you some questions about your recently deceased boyfriend."
The woman stepped back obediently to let them into the apartment but her eyes showed that she clearly didn't trust anyone in law enforcement .
A reek of years of spoiled food and body odor assaulted their noses upon entering the murky living room. The carpet was threadbare and the furniture looked like it came from the side of the road. The window unit produced a straining whir but clearly no cool air. The humidity and stench of the dingy space felt like walking through soup.
“I've already been over this a hundred times,” she complained sitting on the couch. “No one believes me, but I'm telling you it was a voodoo curse.”
The brothers sat across from her. Sam looked at her with puppy dog eyes. "We want to believe you. We just need to hear it from you.”
The woman's eyes widened in disbelief. Her posture relaxed as she realized she was finally talking to someone that seemed interested in what she had to say.
“So what makes you think it's a curse?” Sam leaned in like she was about to tell him the most interesting thing he had ever heard.
Before she could answer Dean stood up. “Is it alright if I use your bathroom?” He put a hand to his stomach and smiled sheepishly. “Too much coffee.”
“Sure it's down that hall on the right.” she said indicating it's location.
“Thanks.”
Sam got her attention back. “So tell me about this curse.”
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Dean went down the hallway and turned left into the bedroom. He checked the dresser and under the bed. He dug around in the closet and looked in the night stands. Not finding what he was looking for, he crossed the hall to the bathroom. Quickly he scanned in the cabinet, under the sink and looked behind the toilet. There wasn't really anywhere else in the apartment to look other than the kitchen and living room. He flushed the toilet, washed his hands and walked back to where Sam and the girlfriend were still talking.
She was talking animatedly; clearly happy to have some one take any interest in her story. “She kept saying that Buddy stole her cat. Right away I knew it was a voodoo cat and she needed it to do spells. I tried to tell him...”
Dean interrupted, “Do you mind if I get a glass of water?”
“Uh... no go ahead.” She said barely glancing at him.
Dean walked into the kitchen and started opening every cabinet. He scanned them thoroughly.
“The cups are in the one by the fridge.” She called out.
“Oh, right.” Dean got a plastic cup out of the cabinet. He turned on the faucet and then quietly opened and checked all the drawers. Nothing. He filled the cup and walked into the living room again.
“I tried to talk to her to see if she would lift the curse and of course she denied everything but I know that woman is evil.” Tracy said finishing her story.
“Well thank you so much.” Sam said standing. “I promise we will look into this.”
“You got the address right? Just so you know, she never comes home until after 7 so you shouldn't go by 'til then,” she said looking worried.
“Got it. And thank you again for your time.”
Sam and Dean left and headed for the car.
“So, find anything? Sam asked getting into the passenger seat.
“Dean got behind the wheel and shut the door. “Nope, no hex bags. No chicken feet. No finger bones. No nothing. Unless something was hidden in the living room I think it's bad Ju Ju free. How bout you?”
“She told me about this elderly woman who lives a couple blocks away that supposedly claimed that Buddy had stolen her cat. Tracy says it was a voodoo cat and that the old woman put a curse on Buddy for taking it.” Sam told him.
“Voodoo cat?” Dean asked looking incredulous.
"It could be Hoodoo.* Besides, in both beliefs there is lore of black cat Ju Ju dolls but I can't find anything about live cats being used for spells.” Sam said examining his laptop. "Let's check out her place. She's not home for awhile so we have plenty of time to look around. If she is a hoodoo or voodoo practitioner, there will be plenty of talismans and powders and probably an altar. There would also probably be Wanga dolls or puppets." Sam said looking at the slip of paper with the address scrawled on it.
“Wanga? Ju Ju dolls? Really? I'm telling you man, this is exactly why I stay the hell away from Southeastern states. It is a whole other level of crazy here" Dean said shaking his head.
"Well the hunters in this area are busy on other cases. That's why Bobby sent us. And incidentally we could've got here a lot quicker if we had taken a plane."
"Yeah well, the next time I get on a plane it will be unconscious."
"That can be arranged" Sam said smiling.
"As long as it's because I was up for three days with the Swedish volleyball team and a case of whiskey." Dean said hitting the accelerator.
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A short time later the Impala cruised back to the main highway.
“Well unless Hoodoo priestesses are using baby powder for spells, I think she's clean. And the only dolls I saw were those pedophile porcelain ones.” Dean said.
“You mean the Hummel figurines?” Sam asked.
“Dude! Could you be more gay!?"** Dean exclaimed. "I know a whole other definition for hummel and it's not figurines.”
“I'm afraid to ask.” Sam said feigning concern.
“Look it up, urban dictionary dot com. It's the second definition.” Dean said stopping at a light.
“Hold on a sec. The fact that you even know a website for anything other than porn is blowing my mind.”
“What? I know internet stuff!” Dean said defensively.
“Yeah, whatever. So I guess the next stop is the funeral home.” Sam said looking up hummel at urbandictionary.com.
“I gotta take a shower first. I am rank! How do people live in this heat?”” Dean said smelling his armpits. “Plus I'm starving.”
Dean steered the Impala into a blazing motel parking lot flanked by sun bleached plastic palm trees and flamingos.
Sam closed the laptop. “Uh, ok, now I see why you would know what that meant.”
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When they got to the room Dean bee-lined for the bathroom. “I get dibs on the shower. Why don't you get us some burgers?”
Sam sighed. “Fine, but next time you're going."
“I want two. Oh and get pie!” Dean called out shutting the bathroom door.
As soon as Sam got in the car his phone rang; he didn't recognize the number. “Hello?”
“Sam?!” It was Darby. She sounded terrified.
“Darby? What's wrong?”
The words gushed through the phone. “I woke up in the hospital! They said I was unconscious for two days! What happened to me? I have all these crazy memories that aren't mine. They're like a dream but it feels more real than that. I think I'm going crazy!”
“It's ok. Believe me you're not going crazy.” Sam said reassuringly. “Tell me about these memories.”
“I.. I can't.”
“Why not?” Sam asked.
“I can't talk about it over the phone. Can I come see you? I'm at the airport. I came straight here when I got out of the hospital. Just tell me where you are.”
Sam thought about it. He wanted to see her again and he really wanted to know what she had to tell him.
“We're in Miami. How soon can you get here?”
“From Hartsfield I can be there within a couple of hours.”
“Ok, get on a plane and get down here. Can you get a cab to the motel? It's the Flamingo Inn on Biscayne Avenue. Room 42.”
“I'll be there as soon as possible.” She said and hung up.
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When Sam got back to the motel room Dean was dressed in a fresh suit and toweling off his hair. “Oh thank god! What'd you do? Come by way of the Panama Canal?”
“I couldn't find a place with good burgers.” Sam tossed the bag on the night stand and sat down on one of the beds.
“Any burger is a good burger.” Dean plopped down on the bed across for Sam and snatched up the bag fishing out a greasy bacon cheese burger. He mashed half of it down his throat with one bite.
“So Darby called. She said she had some disturbing memories from that day. I'm guessing they're Alexandrova's.” Sam said taking off his jacket and loosening his tie
“Alex on Drova? Isn't that a Russian porn flick?” Dean said choking down his food.
Sam rolled his eyes. “The demon from the warehouse? And the motel in Atlanta? Any of this ring a bell?”
“Oh yeah, Alex.” Dean continued stuffing his face.
“Yeah. I guess Darby must have picked up some thoughts or something from her. She's catching a flight down here. She says she'll only talk to me in person.”
Dean laughed, “Oh yeah, I'm sure. I think she wants another taste of your Beefy McManstick.”
“What does that even mean?” Sam asked.
“I think you know what I mean.” Dean replied raising his eyebrows suggestively. “Your Jizzle stick? Mr Johnson and the juice crew? Tennessee throat-warmer? Magical mayonnaise squirting french fry?”
“Do you even listen to the things that come out of your mouth?” Sam asked looking disgusted.
“I'm talking about the thing going in to her mouth.” Dean said smiling; shoveling pie into his mouth.
“Keep talking, someday you’ll say something intelligent.” Sam smiled shaking his head. He grabbed a burger. "Are you ok to go to the morgue on your own? I should wait for her to get here."
"Well gee Sam, I don't know. All those bodies and icky things? Yeah I think I can handle it. When will she be here?"
"I'm guessing in about 3 hours."
"Well it probably won't take me that long, but I'll find something to keep me busy for awhile." Dean winked wiping his hands with a napkin and grabbing the keys.
"All we're going to be doing is talking, Dean. She's scared to death, she's not coming here for sex. "
"You really don't know anything about women, do you Sammy?" Dean said walking for the door. “By the way, I'd lay a trap in case it's Alex-on-whatever-the-fuck and not your girlfriend.”
Dean swung the door closed behind him.
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Sam was just finishing dressing after a shower when there was a knock at the door. He opened it and Darby fell into his arms crying.
"Hey," he said softly, "...it's ok. I know you must be confused but I think I can explain everything. C'mon, come in." He let her move past him into the room.
As he closed the door behind her, he watched intently as she stopped in front of two towels laid out on the floor of the room.
Darby looked down at the towels. "What are the towels for?", she asked sniffling.
"Oh, don't worry about it. I spilled some soda there. Just walk across it."
As she walked across the towels Sam breathed a sigh of relief.
Darby turned and faced him. Tears spilled down her face.
Sam walked over to her and gathered her in his arms. "It's ok, you're safe here."
Darby turned her tear stained face up at him. His deep hazel eyes looked worried but reassuring. His strong arms wrapped around her made her feel safer than she had since she woke up.
"I know I barely know you, but for some reason I trust you." She told him. Somehow he smiled while still looking concerned and protective; she felt like she was melting into his arms. After being in a constant tensed state of fear for a number of hours, the sense of relief flooding over her, made her feel intoxicated with exhaustion. She leaned into him closing her eyes and practically collapsed in his arms.
"Whoa, easy." Sam scooped her up in his arms. The familiar act immediately reminded him of the last time they were together under much better circumstances. His heart began to pound. Her face dropped against his chest as she inhaled deeply. Sleep was already taking a hold of her.
Sam laid her on the bed. He knew she would probably sleep for awhile. He figured he'd let her rest. There was a diner across the street; he'd get her something to eat for when she woke up; he also wanted to do some research.
He scribbled a quick note that he went to get food and would be back soon. He picked up the towels revealing tape in the shape of a pentagram surrounded by sigils within a circle. He pulled up the masking tape and threw it away. He scattered a thin line of salt underneath the vents, along the window frame and in front of the door before leaving.
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Sam sat in the diner for awhile drinking coffee and using his laptop to research any other crimes that had happened in the area and the location of the funeral home.
Eventually he left with some sandwiches for Darby, figuring she might be up and hungry.
He dialed Dean on his cell phone.
Dean picked up. “Man, you have shitty timing. What's up? ”
"Not much on my end. What's going on there?" Sam allowed a car to pass before crossing the street to the motel.
"Not a whole lot to report." Dean answered.
"Did you find out anything?"
"Well I saw the body.”
“Yeah? Anything look off?” Sam asked.
“His head. His head was off. Well not so much off as obliterated. Other than that, no. ...Did Darby show up?"
"Yeah, she's in the motel room. I'm bringing her something to eat."
"Did you do a devil's trap?"***
"Yeah, she's clean" Sam told him.
"So what about these memories?" Dean asked.
"We haven't had a chance to talk."
"Oh yeah, I'm sure you've been real busy." Dean said cutting him off with a chuckle.
"Jesus Dean, she's exhausted. She fell asleep almost immediately." Sam replied.
"Wow Sammy, you sure know how to sweep a girl off her feet." Dean chided.
"Whatever, man. So are you coming back?"
"I think I'm gonna hang out for awhile longer. I want to talk to the mortician a little more."
"Lemme guess, the mortician is a woman?" Sam said with a sarcastic curl in his lip.
"Well yeah."
"And she's hot, right?" Sam asked knowing the answer.
"Yeeeeah, you could say that." Dean said.
"Just call me when you're on your way back."
"Oh yeah, believe me, I do not want to walk in on that." Dean said and hung up.
When he got to the room she was still asleep but she was under the sheets. Her hair was wet and her dress and underthings were slung over a chair. Apparently she had woken up long enough to take a shower and went back to sleep.
Darby was sleeping on her side. Her damp auburn hair spilled across the pillow and her hands were tucked under her chin. The freckles across her nose and her angelic face made her look almost childlike but there was no mistaking the womanly curves of her body under the thin white sheet.
The sheet was barely covering her breasts. Sam's heart ached to hold her but she was sleeping so restfully, he didn't want to wake her.
Sam laid down behind her careful not to wake her. He wrapped his arm gently around her and held her in his arms. She released a contented sigh. He laid his face against the back of her neck and deeply inhaled the clean scent of shampoo and freshly scrubbed skin. Her hair was cool against his face but her skin radiated heat. Sam kissed her neck softly.
She sighed again and still asleep, she snuggled against him. Her movement caused the sheet to slide down a bit and Sam found his fingers touching her soft full breasts. He opened his hand around her breast. His arousal grew and he pushed up closer letting his erection press into her body.
Darby gasped in a waking breath; she realized it was Sam and pressed her hips against his hardness. She reached her arm back and let her fingers rake through his thick hair. As she arched her body her breast pressed against his palm.
He pushed himself more firmly against her; kissing her neck passionately. She brought her hand down behind her grasping his hips and pulled him closer so his hardness pressed into her. Sam rolled away from her and struggled out of his shirt and jeans. He tossed them on the floor. He pulled the sheet up and pressed his body against hers. His hard cock slipped between her legs and he felt hot liquid engulf him. She tilted her hips back as her hand reached between her legs to guide him into her.
She inhaled sharply as he filled her. Sam moaned softly in her ear. His fingers explored her hard nipples as he spooned her. He drove his cock into her and slid back out. Again she wrapped her hands around his hips and pulled his muscled body towards her so he sunk more deeply into her. “Mmmmmm” she moaned as he continued to kiss her neck hungrily.
He slipped out of her as she turned to face him. Her hand came up to hold his face. She gazed into his eyes before kissing him. Sam placed soft gentle kisses on her lips. She brought her leg over his hip. His hand came up behind her head as he kissed her more deeply and he drove into her again. He flicked his tongue along her lips and she opened her mouth to him.
As he rolled her onto her back her legs wrapped around him. He held himself over her, looking intently into her bright green eyes. His cock was buried into her as far as it could go. His eyes closed in blissful concentration.
Darby draped her arms around his neck and tugged him towards her. He lowered himself with powerful arms; careful not to put too much weight on her.
Sam pushed upwards with gentle strength; his body sliding against hers. His muscled chest pressed against her soft breasts. His lips closed around hers; his tongue explored her mouth as he thrust his cock into her soaking pussy repeatedly.
Her legs tightened around his waist as her hips rocked into him. "I love you, Sam," she gasped tilting her head back as she reached the peak and began shuddering against him.
"Uhhhhhhh" He let go and released thickly into her.
Darby immediately worried about what she had just said however, although he didn't respond verbally, he smiled down at her; his eyes saying what he couldn't. The depth of his affection was unmistakeable.
They laid on the bed side by side and cuddled each other. Sam wasn't sure if what he felt was love but he knew he never wanted to be apart from her again. She was someone he could imagine settling down with. He didn't want to have to shatter her world with what he was going to have to tell her.
Suddenly, every disturbing thought that she had been keeping at bay came flooding back.
Sam felt her body tense and chills spread across her skin. "What's wrong?"
Darby shook her head and buried her face in her hands. "I wish I knew. I can't keep these thoughts out of my head but they make no sense!"
"Talk to me. Tell me what you saw." Sam whispered.
Darby wrapped the sheet around her and sat up on the edge of the bed shaking her head in disbelief. "Things that don't exist, doing things that aren't possible! I'm totally losing it!" Tears welled up in her eyes.
Sam sat up next to her. "Tell me what you remember."
"It's insane!" Darby cried wrapping her arms around herself.
Sam made his tone as even as possible to try to calm her down. "Please tell me. I promise I will believe you.”
"The last thing I remember was laying on the bed waiting for you to come back from the vending machine. When I woke up in the hospital, I thought I was waking up from a nightmare, but instead of fading away, the longer I was awake, the more vivid it became.”
“What was the nightmare?”
Darby looked at Sam her brow furrowed with worry; tears spilled over and rolled down her face. “I seemed to be remembering something that had happened before. I saw you. You were chained up and I was doing... things to you. Sexual things. You were resisting. I saw blood on your mouth. You looked at me liked you wanted to kill me but we... we were having sex but like super pissed off sex.” She released a strangled sob and covered her face with her hands.
Sam reached his arm around her. His mind was reeling imagining what it must have been like for Darby to have relived the violent sex between himself and Alexandrova.
“Then it was thoughts without images,” she said continuing. “Something called a shifter was after Dean. Your brother's name is Dean right?” Darby looked at Sam questioningly.
“Uh... yeah, it is.” Sam tried to maintain a calm exterior but was becoming increasingly worried.
Darby continued. “The shifter, whatever that is, was female. I don't remember meeting this thing but she agreed to drug your brother to keep him from interrupting you and I. It... she wanted to become pregnant by a human.**** She wanted Winchester genes.” Darby looked fearful that the things she remembered seemed to have some basis in fact. “Winchester is your last name, right?”
Sam nodded gravely.
“It's like I saw the shifter as an animal, some kind of pathetic creature that I wanted nothing to do with other than to serve my purposes.” She paused and looked at Sam as if wanting an explanation.
“Go on,” Sam said encouragingly. “Purposes?”
Darby continued. “I felt a strong attachment to you; not quite love but something darker; more sinister. It was like... like I wanted you to belong to me; to be under my power. I wanted to succeed where... Azay... Azazel? had failed.” Again she looked at Sam for some insight.
“Who is Azazel? What happened to me?! Whose memories are these? And why are they in my head?!”
Sam knew he had to tell her the truth. He explained that the world was not what it seemed; that there were creatures that most thought didn't exist. He told her what he and Dean did and that there were other hunters who did the same. He described being infected with demon blood as an infant, what happened to his mother and how his father spent the rest of his life trying to hunt down a very powerful yellow eyed demon named Azazel to avenge her death.
“You were possessed by a demon. Her name is Alexandrova.” Sam paused here not wanting to go on. “It seems like some of her thoughts were somehow. I've never heard of that happening unless she wanted you to know and planted those thoughts and images.”
Sam explained everything that had happened; from Azazel to Ruby and the demon blood addiction. He told her about the withdrawals from that addiction. He also explained about Ruby's knife and the power it had to kill demons.
Darby was shaking her head. Her eyes were glazed in disbelief. “I also remember being in the motel room that you and I had sex in. But then I remember how you were looking at me like you loathed me. You wanted to kill me. Then I cut myself between my legs for some reason. Why would I do that?!”
Sam told her how Alexandrova possessed her. How she tried to entice him with her blood but he resisted. “Then Dean busted in with Ruby's knife to kill the her but Alexandrova escaped from your body before he could stab you... I mean her.”
"What would have happened to me if Dean had stabbed her while she was in my body!?” Darby was terror stricken.
Sam looked down in shame. “You would have died,” Sam looked up at her with tears in his eyes, “but nobody wanted that. Dean didn't know who you were and how I felt about you.”
"Would that have made a difference?” Darby asked. Her tone registered her fear.
"Yes.” Sam said, lying. Sam hated to push her to relive these disturbing memories but he needed to know. “I'm sorry but I have to ask if you remember anything else.”
Darby seemed to be in a state of shock when she answered robotically not able to process everything she had just heard. “There was anger. Fury like I've never felt before. Then there was were thoughts about plans that I had. I was aware that there was something called a ghoul that had done something unspeakable; something in Florida. It was like there was an opportunity there. Something about killing Dean and using the ghoul to do it. I knew that if Dean was gone you would be distraught and more easily manipulated. I wanted your soul but I knew that I would have to get a hold of Ruby's knife because you could kill me with it.”
A coldness engulfed Sam as he began to realize that Dean could be in serious danger if not dead already.
"I have to go! I have to find Dean!” Sam said grabbing his clothes and dressing as fast as possible.
Darby realized the gravity of the situation. She looked at Sam worriedly.
"Will you wait for me?” Sam asked afraid that the information he had just given her would send her away. “You are important to me.” He said squatting down in front of her and looking into her eyes. “You're safe here. This room is protected so that nothing can hurt you. Please stay and wait for me!”
A million thoughts raced through her mind.
Sam took her face in his hands. He kissed her deeply. “Please stay.” His brow was furrowed and his eyes were pleading. Darby nodded silently .
Sam knew that there was a good chance he would never see her again, but he had to make sure Dean was ok.
He left her, grabbed a tool kit out of his bag and bolted out the door. He ran to the first car he found and used a slim jim to unlock it. He got in, hot wired the car and within seconds he was tearing out of the motel parking lot.
Darby's heart was pounding. Wherever Sam was going, she knew it was dangerous. Her eyes darted around the room. They alighted on Sam's pistol laying on a table next to an open laptop.
Oh my god! He forgot his gun! Darby thought. She needed to find out where he was going. She ran to the laptop and hit the space key. The screen jumped to life showing a website for a funeral home called Fisher and Sons. Darby tucked the gun into her purse and ran out the door.
A group of tourists were getting out of a cab by the main entrance to the motel. She jumped in. “Take me to Fisher and Sons Funeral Home as fast as you can! It's a matter of life or death!”=
"If you're going to a funeral home, I'm guessing it's the latter.” the cabby told her pulling into the street.
"Just hurry. I'll pay double!” She shouted.
The cab squealed out of the lot as the very last rays of the sun disappeared over the horizon.

To be continued...

* “Hoodoo and Voodoo are both practiced in Louisiana and have many things in common. However, there are differences between the two. Voodoo is a religion and Hoodoo is an African American system of folk magical practice that has typically been handed down from generation to generation. Many Hoodoo practitioners in Louisiana are Roman Catholic and also practice some form Spiritualism or Spiritism. They do not typically invoke the loas (African Deities) as in Voodoo, and instead use Catholic Saints that represent the loas. This Catholic shroud is the result of a historical atmosphere wherein the only legal religion permitted in the state of Louisiana from the 1600s to 1812 was Roman Catholicism. There is no conflict between those who practice Voodoo and those who practice Hoodoo in Louisiana and they are perfectly complementary. Hoodoo practitioners work with both hands - for good and evil. The "root doctors", as they are called in Louisiana, and the "bokors" as they are called in Haiti, are also healers. Some characteristics of Hoodoo magic include candle burning, the use of incense, the use of Psalms from the Bible, and seals and talismans from the 6th and 7th book of Moses.”
http://supernatural.wikia.com/wiki/Hoodoo

** "Dude, could you be more gay?" Is another line lifted from the show. It originally aired in the episode "Bedtime Stories" in season 3. The episode was written by Eric Kripke (creator) and Cathryn Humphris.

*** “The devil’s trap is a mystical symbol used to immobilize and control demons. It is similar to a circle of salt but more powerful and persistent as it is usually etched or painted in place, and can't simply be brushed or blown away. If a demon walks inside the outer circle of a devil's trap, it cannot physically leave it, and is trapped. Devil's traps also inhibit the use of some demonic powers. Devil's traps have been used not only to detain a demon, but are also drawn at entrances as a deterrent to prevent access to a building, room, or container. The devil’s traps seen in Supernatural all originate from The Lesser Key of Solomon, which is a grimoire, or magical text, written in the 17th century. It contains rituals and spells for invoking and controlling both demons and angels.”
http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/index.php?title=Devil's_trap_(symbol)

****According to the lore about shape shifters in the series, shifters propagate their species when a male shifter impregnates a human female. The offspring is then taken and raised by shifters. I thought it would make sense that shape shifters would try to figure out a way to get a female shifter impregnated by a human male. It would be more convenient for them because they wouldn't have to try to take a baby away from it's human mother after it was born.
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