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Supernatural / Demons from the South	By : silkmink Category: Supernatural > Het - Male/Female Views: 4119 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
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. 7: Home on the Highway:

After the GPS on his phone got him lost three times, Dean finally pulled into the deserted parking lot of the Fisher and Sons Funeral home just as the sun was starting to set. An orange slanting glow cast an ominous atmosphere to the house with it's stacked stone pillars framing the rounded front porch and the Gothic pointed windows and gables. Yeah, that's not creepy, he thought to himself. He grabbed Ruby's knife and tucked it into the back of his pants. He figured with all the demons they'd encountered recently, he couldn't be too safe.

The house and garden were immaculately kept but looked deserted. As he climbed the steps to the front porch he noticed a small white card on the door reading, After 5pm please ring the bell.

The deep reverberation of church bell chimes echoed through the cavernous house. After what seemed like an eternity the door was opened.

Dean held up his FBI badge and started his spiel but his voice faltered as he took in the pretty Latin brunette in a lab coat looking at him questioningly. Her wavy black hair was pulled up in a messy bun with tendrils dangling down her neck. Her wide dark brown eyes peeked up at him over cat-eyed horn rimmed glasses. The lab coat was fairly fitted and hinted at a very curvy body beneath it.

"Uh... yeah, sorry." Dean recovered trying to keep his eyes on her face. "Special Agent Peter Frampton. I'm here to look into the case of the recent cannibalistic attack. I was informed that the body of the attacker was at this funeral home. I'd like to examine it if possible."

"Oh yes, the body is here. Please come in Agent Frampton.” She had the hint of a Spanish accent. “I'm Rosa Diaz, I work the graveyard shift." Rosa chuckled as Dean entered the dimly lit foyer.

The sunset through the stained glass window at the top of a grand curving staircase produced a mosaic of colors on the wooden table in the center of the space. The place smelled of wilting flowers and wood polish.

"Ah yes, “graveyard shift.” Morgue humor, gotta love it" Dean said.

Dean followed Rosa as she walked through the chapel of the home. The lights were off but the fiery beams of the sunset cast an eerie glow on everything. A mahogany casket gleamed on a riser in front of several wooden chairs. Every sound was muted by the plush carpet underfoot.

"The morgue is right through here. I haven't done anything to the body yet. The police department said they may need to run more tests." She told him as they made their way down a narrow staircase into the basement. Their footsteps on the tile floor echoed off the walls.

In the morgue two gleaming stainless steel dissecting tables lined one side of the room, on the opposite side was a wall of refrigerated drawers. Rosa grabbed the handle of a drawer about four feet up from the floor and slid it out between herself and Dean. "The shotgun did quite a number on his head. If there was going to be a wake, this would definitely be a closed casket situation." She said looking at the body indifferently.

Dean looked closely at what was left of Buddy's head.

When he looked up from the mangled body he noticed that Rosa was chewing on her pen while looking him up and down. Well this may be about to get a lot more interesting Dean thought to himself.

"Ahem," Dean cleared his throat and she blushed snapping her eyes back up to his. "So is there anything unusual you've noticed?" he asked relishing her apparent interest.

"What, with this guy?" Rosa wondered what the feds wanted to do with this case.

"Yeah, this guy." Dean said.

"Nope. The usual I guess." Her eyes drifted back down the front of his suit. Dean's mind started to envision all kinds of fascinating scenarios.

Rosa slammed the drawer shut and moved deliberately towards him taking off her glasses and flinging them across the room. She grabbed his tie and pulled him in; meeting him in a passionate open mouthed kiss. Dean wrapped his arms around her; he pulled the pin out of her hair causing it to cascade down her back. He reached around and clutching her long hair, he pulled her head back as their tongues frantically intertwined.

He pulled her closer and pressed his growing erection against her. She unzipped his trousers and reached in grabbing his dick and squeezing it mercilessly. Before he could react, she squatted down in front of him. She pulled his cock out and started sucking it voraciously. Dean's eyes rolled back as he held her head feeling her mouth moving furiously up and down his shaft. It felt amazing but he wanted to fuck her... hard. He grabbed her arms and pulled her up.

She stood up and threw her arms around his neck. She jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around him. “Fuck me, baby! I wanna feel you inside of me!” she growled into his ear. He held her against him and quickly carried her over to the closest dissecting table. As she sat on the table they continued kissing fiercely. She ripped open her lab coat revealing nothing but a black lace bra and panties. She let the lab coat drop behind her as she unhooked her bra exposing her breasts to him.

Dean roughly grabbed one of her breasts and took her nipple into his mouth; biting her sharply. She moaned loudly pulling his head into her chest. Without pulling his mouth away from her swollen nipple, he grabbed the soaking wet crotch of her panties and ripped them off with one yank. She tilted his chin back up to her face and bit his lip. He could taste the blood she drew. He unbuttoned and dropped his pants. Grasping his dick expertly he guided it into her.

Her juices flooded around him as he plunged into her. She mewled with pleasure grabbing his ass and digging her nails in as he rammed his cock into her fully. She kissed him furiously; holding the back of his head and devouring his mouth. His eyes closed as their tongues swirled together. He pulled away to look down at her pussy being stretched to the limit by his thick cock. He held her hips and relentlessly slammed into her. His breath came in labored grunts as he held her in place to take all of him into her gushing hole. She dug her nails into his muscular back. “Oh yeah!” she shouted. “Fuck me Dean! Fuck me so hard with your huge cock!” Dean felt her muscles contract around him. “Oh my god! Don't stop! I'm cumming, baby!” she breathed in his ear.

Suddenly Dean's phone rang. It jarred him back to reality. He saw that Rosa was still standing in front of him fully clothed and a corpse with hamburger for a head was laying on the platform between them. He grabbed his phone and saw that it was Sam calling. "Uh, I'm gonna have to take this." he said. She snapped out of a day dream while looking intently at his raging hard on, clearly visible through his pants. “Without tearing her eyes away she said, “Sure. You might want to go upstairs though. The reception is horrible down here.”

Dean adjusted himself and answered the phone as he walked up the stairs. “Man, you have shitty timing. What's up?”

"Nothing on my end. How's it going there?" It sounded like Sam was by a busy road.

"Not a whole lot to report." Dean answered walking into the chapel of the funeral home. The sun was lower in the sky and the room had taken on a more sinister appearance.

"Did you see the body?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I was just looking at it.” Dean said eyeing the casket distrustfully.

“Anything look off?”

“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 really busy." Dean said cutting him off.

"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 sarcastically.

"Well yeah."

"And she's hot, right?" Sam asked.

"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.

He walked back down the stairs and into the morgue. The drawer to the refrigerated cabinet was still open with the body laying on it. Rosa was nowhere to be seen. Dean walked out of the room and looked both ways up the corridor.

“Miss Diaz?” He called out. Silence. “Where'd you go?”

After a moment he heard her voice come from a room down the hall near the delivery entrance.

"Yes... coming.”

She stepped into the hallway closing the door behind her. Her glasses were off and she was running her finger along her bottom lip as though she had be drinking something.

"I had a couple more questions.” Dean said hoping that they could get back to where they seemed to be heading before his phone rang.

Rosa approached him with a devious smile. “Questions? Can we do that later?” She walked up to him and grabbed his tie; pulling him behind her to a door just past the morgue.

Dean smiled in anticipation as he followed her into what appeared to be a large storage room. There were boxes and coffins stacked up everywhere. There was no light just inside the door but under a light bulb deeper into the room stood a stainless steel gurney.

Rosa led him through the darkness over to the gurney and pushed him down on it. He felt the hard handle of Ruby's knife against his back.

Rosa reached into the pocket of her lab coat and pulled out several pieces of surgical tubing. She went around him tying his wrists and ankles to the legs of the gurney. Oh man, this is gonna be good. Dean thought to himself; his erection pulsing. He didn't notice the cloud of black smoke hovering silently nearby in the dark.

Rosa finished her task and moved up the table to his face. She looked down at him hungrily as she bent over and nuzzled his neck. She inhaled deeply. “Mmmmmm living flesh.” she said as she licked him.

Dean's heart rate jumped when he realized she was a ghoul. He struggled against the restraints.

What appeared to be Rosa pressed a cloth soaked with ether to his nose and mouth and in seconds Dean was unconscious.

After quite some time had passed Dean was startled awake by a sharp pain. His shirt was unbuttoned and a scalpel was slicing across the skin on his chest. A duller pain throbbed in both his arms. He noticed his sleeves were shredded and there were a long slices down his forearms.

Blood began to spread across his muscular chest. The ghoul dropped the blade and started sucking and licking the blood.

Dean couldn't be sure if it was the ether or the loss of blood that was making him dizzy.

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The cab screeched into the dark parking lot of the funeral home. Darby threw the fare at the cabby and jumped out. She she ran past the Impala on her way to the front door. When she saw the sign she ran around to the back. She saw a set of doors illuminated by a feeble light. The delivery entrance, she thought and slammed through the doors.

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Dean kept struggling with the restraints as the ghoul licked and bit at his chest. Suddenly he heard a feminine voice calling out from the hallway. “Sam?!”

What the hell? Dean thought looking towards the open door.

The ghoul stopped and looked towards the hallway. Not wanting her prey to get away, she snatched a trocar from a nearby shelf and slammed the handle of it over Dean's head.

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Sam almost crashed the car into a cab as he was pulling into the parking lot of Fisher and Sons. He was in a panic. His GPS had taken him in the wrong direction and by the time he figured it out, 20 minutes had passed.

He saw the Impala and noticed a canvas bag in the back seat. He jimmied the lock and reached in into the bag finding a shot gun.

He figured his best bet was to go in through the delivery entrance. He slipped in quietly and started down the hallway. He gently opened the first door on the left. It was a walk-in closet filled with cleaning supplies but what most caught his attention was the attractive brunette wearing a lab coat and cat-eyed horn rimmed glasses with her throat ripped out laying on the floor of the closet.

Sam continued creeping down the hall holding the shot gun in front of him.

He saw light shining out of an open door. He stood with his back pressed against the wall just outside the edge of the doorway and turned in to look aiming the gun into the room. Other than the corpse on the drawer platform, it was empty.

He looked back down the hallway seeing another open door and moved towards it.

He looked in and saw Dean on a gurney; he was unconscious and bleeding from his chest and arms. The same woman that Sam had just seen in the closet was angling a scalpel to Dean's throat.

Sam leveled the shot gun and pulled the trigger. The ghoul's head evaporated in a spray of skull fragments and blood.

Sam ran over and started untying his brother. “Dean! Wake up!” Sam just finished freeing both of Dean's wrists when he heard a drawling voice coming from the darkness.

"Well hello there Sam. I've been waiting for you.”

A cold chill ran up Sam's spine. He recognized the tone as Alexandrova's.

He left Dean's side a ran for the door. He bolted up the stairs and slammed the door closed behind him. He held the door shut with his back and pulled a small can of lighter fluid out of his pocket.

He squirted the lighter fluid in large circular motions on the carpet by his feet.

"Oh come on Sammy.” The feminine voice drifted languidly through the door. “You know I can bust this door down in a second. Come on baby, open the door. Don't you wanna play?”

"It's unlocked.” Sam called out moving back into the darkness of the chapel.

She opened the door and stepped into the dark room. She was silhouetted by the light coming from the stairway.

Sam lit a match and tossed it at her feet. Immediately a fire leapt up outlining the devil's trap he had created with the lighter fluid. As the light of the fire illuminated the demon Sam's face sunk.

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Dean came to laying on the gurney. It took him a couple of seconds but when he saw the headless ghoul on the floor it all came back to him. Ignoring the pain in his arms he untied his ankles and jumped off the gurney. He heard Sam's voice coming from up the stairs just outside the door of the storage room.

"No!”

He ran towards the stairs pulling out the only weapon he had on him. He got to the top of the stairs and saw a female's back to him standing in a ring of fire. He raced towards the figure and plunged Ruby's knife into her.

Sam looked on in horror as flames flashed out of Darby's eyes and mouth and she fell to the ground. Sam collapsed on one knee, tears streaming down his face. “Darby!”

Dean looked down and saw the redhead from Atlanta lying in a devil's trap of dying flames.

"Jesus! I didn't know!” Dean knelt down next to Sam putting an arm around his shoulders.

Sam shook off Dean's arm and stood up. “Why?! I had it under control!” Sam shouted furiously.

Dean stood and looked at his brother in angered confusion. “What was I supposed to do?!”

"I don't know... maybe assess the situation before running in and stabbing people?!” Sam glared at Dean. “I cared about her. She was different than most women.”

"Different? Like how? She was willing to fuck you?! Yeah, that's pretty rare.” Dean shot back his voice raising in anger.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Dean?!” Sam walked in an arc around his brother eyeing him angrily.

"What's wrong with me?! What's wrong with you, Sam?! When did what we do turn into some kind of quest for love to you?!”

"I wasn't looking for love! I wasn't looking for anything! I didn't want any of this!” Sam looked at the blood pooling around Darby's body and broke down.

"Come on. You know we can't stay here.” Dean said softening his tone.

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A couple of hours later they were speeding up the freeway. Dean's arms and chest were bandaged.

"So I don't get it. What the hell just happened? How does the shifter figure in to all this?” Dean asked Sam who sat in the passenger seat looking dejectedly out the window.

"She wanted to get pregnant by a human. One of us to be exact.” Sam answered dully.

"Why us? Think it's because we're so awesome? I think it's 'cause we're so awesome”*

"She wanted our genes for some reason.” Sam responded looking straight ahead at the white stripes flashing in the illumination of the headlights.

"Since when do female shifters try to get pregnant?”

"Who knows? Maybe they decided male shifters getting human females pregnant was too complicated for them.”

"Makes sense I guess. So Alex used the shifter to keep me busy while she raped you and the shifter was using me to try to get pregnant.”

"I guess. And it wasn't rape exactly.” Sam replied.

"And the ghoul?”

"All I can figure is that she and the Buddy ghoul had some kind of relationship. Alexandrova was going to use her to get rid of you so she could have better access to me. Plus, she wanted Ruby's knife.”

"So what did Alex want from you other than the knife?” Dean questioned.

"She was obsessed with me for some reason. She wanted my soul and to pull me to the dark side or something.”

"And it didn't work because the force is strong with you, young Skywalker.” Dean said in his best Darth Vader voice.

Sam couldn't help himself and smiled at the Star Wars reference.

"Come on, cheer up. We'll be back in Kansas before you know it. No stopping other than to shit and eat,” Dean said, “...not necessarily in that order.”

Dean turned up the volume on the stereo. “God I love Blue Öyster Cult” he said drumming his hands on the steering wheel.

Home in the darkness

Home on the highway

Home isn't my way

Home will never be

Burn out the day

Burn out the night

I can't see no reason to put up a fight

I'm living for giving the devil his due

And I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you **

Sam looked out of the window into the darkness. In the distance lightening lit up the summer night sky as the Impala headed north.

The End.

-Dedicated to Kim who was the only reader to give me the kind of feedback I needed to finish the story.

*The “we're so awesome” line was lifted from the episode “Jus in Bello” from season three episode 12. Written by Eric Kripke and Sara Gamble.

** “'Burnin' for You' is a song by the band Blue Öyster Cult from their album 'Fire of Unknown Origin' released in 1981. It was sung by guitarist Buck Dharma, who also co-wrote the song.” Current rights belong to Columbia records.
- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burnin'_for_You
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