SUPERNATURAL-FAN-WIKI HOME
DARK CHRONICLES 3: IT COMES AFTER DARK
Author: Sylent Violet
Rating R: Mention of rape, but nothing graphic.
Characters: Dean, Sam, Dorian
Summary: A woman is attacked by her exboyfriend who is has been dead for six months. Our favorite evil fighting team heads down to Florida to find out what's going on. Sequel to Skinned Tom
It Comes After Dark
Dean cringed as Dorian let out another coughing fit. He looked at her through the rear view mirror. She was sitting in the corner with her knees drawn up to her chest. Her face was pale except for her puffy nose and red eyes. A box of Kleenex was to her right. Dean had refused to have used tissues all over his car, so she was using a grocery bag as a trash can.Dorian wiped her nose and took a long swallow of the Robitussin they had picked up for her. Dean felt bad for her. Even worse that they hadn't slept in a real bed since before she was sick. He noticed Sam checking on her a couple of times. They both knew she wasn't going to get better if she didn't get any real rest. “What do you guys say we grab a real motel tonight. I don't know about you two, but I'm pretty sick of sleeping in this car.”“Sounds good to me,” Sam said. He knew where Dean was going with this. He wanted Dorian to be able to relax. Sam couldn't blame him. Dorian looked like hell. Besides in all honesty, he was looking forward to sleeping in a real bed as well.“Sure,” Dorian said, through a stuffy nose. She knew they were both coddling her, but she just didn't have the strength to argue with them. Her chest was congested, her head was pounding, and all she wanted to do was sleep for a week. A motel didn't sound bad at all.“All right,” Dean said, glancing at her. “We'll grab the next place we find.” She nodded and Dean put his eyes back on the road. They were in the middle of no where on the highway, so he knew it would be a while before they got to a motel. Cringing internally, he pulled out an old tape his dad had left in the car. It was a mix of slow country songs. As much as he hated to listen to it, he hoped it would lull Dorian to sleep.He popped the tape in the deck. Sam raised an eyebrow at him when the music started to play. Dean just glared back. In any other circumstance he would never be caught dead listening to this crap, but Dorian needed rest. He just didn't think hard rock was going to do it.Dorian let out another coughing fit and laid her head back. The soft melody floating from the radio relaxed her. She was so tired. All she wanted was a hot shower and a warm comfortable bed. She figured dreaming about it was better than nothing.An hour later Dean pulled up to a motel. Sam went inside and grabbed a room, while Dean parked the car. Dean glanced behind into the back seat. At some point Dorian had laid down and her head was propped on her arm. She was still sleeping. Dean reached into the backseat and felt her forehead. She was running a fever.Sam came back a moment later with the room key. He made sure to get a room on the ground floor so that Dorian wouldn't have to walk up a flight of stairs while she was sick. “Room 3. Should we wake her?”Dean shook his head and got out of the car. “No, we'll let her rest.” He opened the back door. “Just do me a favor and get the door would you?” Sam nodded and walked towards the room. Dean slid Dorian out of the backseat and into his arms. He swung around and used his hip to close the door.Dorian murmured something and groggily opened her eyes. She coughed and looked up at Dean. “What's going on?”He smiled at her. “It's okay. Just go back to sleep.” Dorian yawned, and snuggled her head against his chest. Dean took her into the room, laid her in the bed, and took of her shoes.“She's got a fever,” He told Sam while he covered Dorian with the blankets. “We definitely need to stay here for a couple of days until she gets better.”Sam nodded, watching how is brother coddled over Dorian. He knew that feeling. Dean was still the same way with Sam. Dean always worried about him, took care of him, and always did what was necessary to make sure Sam was safe. Now he was doing the same for Dorian, which let Sam know how much Dean really cared for her.Sam cared deeply for Dorian as well. She was like the little sister he'd never had. They always had great conversations. In the six months Dorian had been with them, Sam had even begun to confide to her about Jess. The only other person he'd been able to do that with was Dean, and not even completely.He was just surprised Dean had grown so close to Dorian. Dean had been the one to tell him that in their line of work they couldn't get close to people, yet here he was, constantly doing what was in the best interest for Dorian. Sam knew he cared for Dorian, more than Dean would ever admit.“I agree,” Sam said. “She's in pretty rough shape. I saw a restaurant a few miles back. We should probably grab her some soup. Besides I'm a little hungry myself.”“Good idea. I'll go grab us some food. What do you want?” Dean took his brothers order and headed back towards the restaurant. He trusted Sam more with Dorian than with his car. He didn't trust anyone with his car.Sam was sitting in his bed, reading a book on demonology. He figured that he should update his knowledge on supernatural beings. If he happened to come across what had killed his mother and Jess in the process, well that would be a definite perk.Dorian woke up in a coughing fit. Sam put his book down and walked into the bathroom. He grabbed a paper cup and filled it with water and walked back to Dorian. He sat on the edge of her bed and rubbed her back until the coughing subsided. “Here, drink this.” He handed her the cup.Dorian sipped it and took a deep breath. The water felt good against the rawness of her mutilated throat. She smiled. “Thanks.”“No problem,” Sam said, taking the cup from her. “Feeling any better?”She shrugged. “I'll live, Sam. Don't worry about me so much.” Dorian would never admit it, but she liked it how Dean and Sam worried about her. Her father had never cared about her that much to actually dote on her when she was sick or hurt. It was a nice switch to know that Sam and Dean cared that much about her. “Where's Dean?”“He went to go get us something to eat,” Sam told her. “He should be back soon. Why don't you try and get some rest until then.” He stood up so she could lay back down.“I've got a better idea.” She pushed the covers off her and swung her legs off the bed. “I'm sweaty and disgusting. I'm going to go take a shower.” She stood up and stretched her achy muscles.“You might want to wait until Dean gets back,” Sam said. He crossed his arms over his chest and smiled. “Unless of course you feel like wearing a towel until he gets back.”She shrugged. “It wouldn't be the first time you guys have seen in me in a towel.” She remembered back to when she had first met them. Her father had beat the hell out of her and then he'd been murdered. She was spending the night at Dean and Sam's motel. She had taken a shower and come out wearing only a towel. She had seen the look of horror on their faces from the welts and bruises that had covered her body.Back then she had been self conscious. To everyone else, she still was because of the scars that covered her back and part of her arms, but with Sam and Dean it was different. She could show them her soul, naked and vulnerable and she'd know they wouldn't hurt her or think any different of her.“This is true,” Sam replied. “But you're sick and the last thing you need to be doing is walking around in a towel with a wet head.”She rolled her eyes and mock saluted him. “Yes sir, Sam sir!” Sam smiled. “Look, a shower would make me feel a whole lot better. Besides if...” She started coughing. Sam went to hand her the water again, but she waved him off. When she finished she said, “Besides if Dean gets back before I'm done, just toss my bag in the bathroom.” She winked at him. “I trust you not to peak.”She took a step towards the bathroom, not realizing her foot was still wrapped in part of the sheet that was on the floor. The linen jerked on her leg causing her to fly forward. Her face landed against Sam's belly and he was holding her up from underneath her arms. She looked up at him and smiled. “Hey I'm sick.”Sam laughed and helped Dorian untangle her foot. “You're a walking disaster.”She stuck her tongue out at him. “Be nice or I won't cook for you anymore”Sam laughed. “Yeah right. You know you cook for yourself as much as me and Dean.”“Keep telling yourself that tiger,” She walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.Sam shook his head and went back to his book. He got about two sentences down before Dean walked in the door. He was carrying two bags of food and Sam jumped up to help him.“Where's Dorian?” Dean asked, handing one of the bags to Sam. He shut the door with his now free hand.Sam set his bag on the table. “She's in the shower.”“Aren't her clothes in the car?” Dean set his bag next to Sam's.Sam smirked and relayed the conversation he had just had with Dorian. Dean laughed when Sam finished.“Yeah, she's feeling better.”“It's amazing what a real bed can do you for you,” Sam replied, taking out the food. “Oh hey, toss me your keys so I can grab her bag.” Dean reached into his pocket and handed Sam his keys. He sat down and opened the Styrofoam box that contained his burger and took a gigantic bite out of it.“Hungry?” Dorian asked, from the bathroom doorway. Dean almost choked on his food. Dorian sighed and walked over to him in her towel. She slapped his back with one hand and used the other to keep her towel up. “You okay?” She asked when he finished coughing. He nodded and Dorian sat in the chair next to him. “That's what you get for eating like pig.” She smiled.“I just didn't hear you turn off the shower,” Dean stated defensively.“Yeah, you probably couldn't hear over the sound of your own chewing.” She snatched a French fry from his box.“Hey,” He said, swiping it back. “You're sick. No junk food for you.” He grabbed another Styrofoam container and placed it in front of her. “It's soup for you.”Dorian coughed, took the lid off the container, and cringed at the smell. “What's it supposed to be?”“Chicken noodle,” Dean said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.“If you say so,” Dorian said, pushing it away. Six months on the road and she still hadn't gotten used to the nasty food Dean and Sam consumed on a daily basis.Sam walked in and handed Dorian her bag. “Here you go.”“Thanks.” She reached over and snatched another of Dean's fries.“Hey!” Dean yelled. He reached to grab it back, but Dorian had already was already half way to the bathroom. When she got to the door she stuck her tongue out at Dean and popped the French fry into her mouth. “Got to be quicker than that, Dean.” She laughed through a cough and shut the door.Dean woke again to the sound of Dorian's coughing. He groggily rolled over to look at her. She was was sitting on the edge of the bed, hunched over and coughing into a tissue. He rubbed the sleep out of his eye and propped himself up on his elbow. “You okay?”Dorian nodded and waved him off. “Go back...cough ...to...cough...sleep.” She took a deep breath after the coughing subsided. Her throat was completely raw now. She got up and grabbed the bottle of robitussin from the table. She plopped into a chair took a large swallow, cringing from the taste. It wasn't the doctor recommended way to take it, but it worked.Dean rolled out of bed and went over to her. He wasn't going to let her sit up miserable, all by herself. He ran a hair through his messed up hair and sat down across from her.Dorian glared at him. “I told you to go back to bed Dean.” She coughed. “I don't need a babysitter.”“No,” Sam said, through a yawn. He walked over and took the seat on the other side of Dean. “But misery loves company.”Dorian rolled her eyes. “I'll be all right, guys. Seriously, go back to bed.” .“You guys want to play cards?” Dean asked, ignoring her statement. He knew Dorian had never had anyone to take care of her when she was sick before. She was trying to be tough, which in their line of work, tough was good, but Dean also knew that when you were sick all you wanted was for someone to be there for you and make you feel better.Those were some of the times he missed his mom the most. When he had been little and sick and she hadn't been there to take care of him. His dad had taken care of him well enough, but he also made sure that Dean knew he had to be strong and do what needed to be done, no matter how bad he felt.“Sounds good to me,” Sam said. He got up and walked over to his bag. He grabbed a deck of cards and returned to the table. “What's the name of the game?”Dorian coughed and then smirked. “Need you ask?”Dean groaned inwardly. He had taught Dorian how to play Texas Hold'em a while ago and every time they sat down to play a card came that was her game of choice. Seeing as how she was sick he wouldn't say no, but that didn't mean he was going to enjoy it.Sam rolled his eyes and began shuffling the deck. “Texas Hold'em it is.” Dorian gave a nasally laugh and Sam started dealing the cards. Dean's cell phone rang.Dean looked over at the clock. It was almost four in the morning. He knitted his brows together, knowing something must be wrong if someone was calling him at this hour. He got up and grabbed his phone. “Hello?”“Dean?”“Yeah, who's this?”“It's Ray Huxley.” The nervous voice on the other end said. “Dean, I tried calling your dad and I got this number on his voice mail. I wouldn't call if it weren't important, you know that.”“What's going on?” Dean asked, sitting on the bed. He didn't like the sound in Ray's voice. He was scared, scared like he had been the first time Dean had met him.“It's my girlfriend, Marissa,” Ray said, with an edge of panic to his voice. “She was attacked by her ex boyfriend earlier tonight. He tried to rape her.”Dean raised an eyebrow. “Ray, I'm sorry to hear that, but that's not my kind of thing.”“You don't understand, Dean,” Ray cut him off. “Her ex has been dead for six months. He died in a car accident.”Dean looked up at Sam and Dorian. He had told Sam he wanted to stay here for a couple of days, but it seemed they weren't going to have that luxury. “All right, Ray. You still in Florida?”“Yeah, the same old house.”“It'll probably take us about twelve hours to get there, but we'll be there,” Dean told him. He hung up the phone and walked back over to the table. “I think we're going to have to take a rain check on the cards you guys.”“What's going on?” Sam asked, looking up at his brother.Dean waited for Dorian to stop coughing and said, “That was Raymond Huxley. Dad and I helped him out with a poltergeist that was in his house a few years ago. Now it seems he and his girlfriend, Marissa are being terrorized by something else.” He went on to tell them about Marissa being attacked by her ex boyfriend.“Wow, that's harsh,” Dorian said, leaning back in her chair. “And the guy's definitely dead?”Dean shrugged. “According to Ray he died six months ago in a car crash, so I'm going to assume so.”Dorian sighed. “Well since we're all up, we might as well head down there now.” She wasn't looking forward to riding in the car for twelve hours, but the sooner they got there, the sooner they'd get another motel and she could get back into bed.They packed up their stuff and ten minutes later the three of them were in the car and on their way to Florida.
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A little after four-thirty the trio pulled up Ray's driveway. He had a small, white one story house with gray roof and trim. Awnings that doubled for hurricane shutters hung above the three windows in front.Ray came out of the front door and walked over to meet them as they were getting out of the car. “Dean,” He said shaking his hand. “Thanks for coming, man.”Dean nodded. “No problem. I just wish it was under better circumstances.” Dorian and Sam walked over to them. “Ray, this is my brother Sam, and our friend Dorian.”“Nice to meet you,” Ray said, shaking Sam's hand. He reached over to shake Dorian's but she waved him off.“No touchie,” She said. She didn't want to spread her nasty germs to anyone else. It was bad enough she couldn't get Dean to get a separate room for her, but he swore he never got sick and not to worry about sleeping in the same bed as her. “I'm sick.”Ray smirked. “Come on in.” He turned and led them inside his house.It was a three bedroom one story house. The living room, kitchen, and dining room were all in one big open space. To the left were two bedrooms and a bathroom and the master bedroom was over by the kitchen.A woman with brown hair, and matching eyes walked out of the bedroom. She was wearing a pair of baggy sweats and an over sized T-shirt. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying. “Ray?”Ray walked over and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders. “Marissa, this is Dean Winchester. Remember the guy I told you about?” She nodded. “And this is his brother Sam, and their friend Dorian. They're going to help us.”“It's nice to meet you,” She said, staring at them with terrified eyes. “Please, have a seat.” They did. “Is there anything I can get you? A drink or anything?”“Water would be great,” Dorian said. Her throat was still bothering her. Marissa nodded and walked into the kitchen.“What about you guys?”“We'll take beer if you have one,” Dean said. He took in her appearance. Ray had said that whatever it was that attacked her had tried to rape her. Tried, being the operative word. If they were going to figure out what this was, they needed to know exactly what happened.Marissa walked over, handing Dorian her water and the guys their beers.“Thank you,” Dorian said. She sipped the water, letting it cool her scratchy throat. She coughed into her tissue and then looked over at Marissa. The young woman sat in an armchair across from them and drew her legs up to her chest. “Can you tell us more about what happened?” On the way up they had discussed that since she had been attacked, it might be better if Dorian asked her the questions seeing as how she might now be too comfortable with guys right now.Marissa looked up at Ray, who was standing next to her. He put a comforting hand on her shoulder and nodded. She turned back to them and sighed. “Well, Ray had the night shift. He wasn't supposed to get off until seven am. I locked up the house at about ten and went to bed.” She took a deep breath and tried to steady her shaking hands. “I woke up around three am, because of this heavy weight on my chest.” Her voice broke and fresh tears streamed down her face. “And there he was, Hunter was on top of me.” Her voice was scared and broken. “I tried to move, I tried to scream, but I couldn't. My whole body was paralyzed! He caressed my face with his hand,” She gestured with her own hand to show them. “He said not to worry. It would all be over soon.”“That's when I walked in,” Ray picked up. “They had let me go early. He turned to me and it was Hunter's face, except his eyes, they were silver.”“No they weren't,” Marissa argued. “They were green, Hunter's eyes were green.”Ray crinkled his eyebrows together and looked at her. “No, I'm sure they were silver.”“What happened next,” Dean asked, getting impatient with their bantering. He tried to sound casual about it, but the fact was this was sounding too much like the shape shifter that had taken his form a long time ago. He hoped they weren't dealing with another one of those things.Ray looked over at him. “He, well he hissed at me I guess. I ran over to help Marissa, and he jumped off her. He slammed me into the wall and took off.”“But it can't be Hunter,” Marissa said. “He died. We weren't even together when he died, but we were still friends and he'd never try and hurt me like that.”Sam nodded. “Whatever attacked you, it wasn't Hunter. It was just something that looked like Hunter.” He couldn't help but notice how vulnerable she looked. He remembered feeling that way when the shape shifter took his brother's identity. He knew it wasn't Dean, but it was still hard to see something with his brother's face try to hurt him.The trio finished up their drinks and decided to grab a motel why they tried to figure out what was going on. Marissa definitely needed some alone time with her man. Three strangers in the house wasn't going to make her feel safe. They figured that this thing wouldn't attack her till night fall, if it went after her again.Once they were checked in Dorian flopped on the bed face first. She was exhausted. She hated being sick. She needed to help Sam and Dean, but she was just too tired. She kicked her shoes off and crawled under the covers, drawing them up over head. She told herself she needed to stay awake, but her exhaustion was just too strong and within minutes she was asleep.Dean took a seat next to Sam who was turning his laptop on. He smirked at Dorian's lump of a figure under the blankets. He shook his head and turned to Sam. “So what do you think?”“Well I've never heard of a spirit who came back from the grave to rape their ex lover,” Sam said accessing the Internet. “Come back to kill them, or haunt them yes, but rape them no.”“We could be dealing with another shape shifter,” Dean said. Sam inhaled sharply and then went back to browsing the net. “Did you feel like Marissa, when that thing came after you with my face?”Sam shook his head. “No, I knew it wasn't you.”“But it looked like me,” Dean said. He hated to think that Sam felt as bad as Marissa did when the shifter had gone after him. Dean loved Sam more than anyone in the world. Sam was his brother and he would never hurt him, but Marissa had known that Hunter would never hurt her and she was a mess. “And it told you things that were inside my head.”Sam sighed and looked over at his brother. They had never talked about what had happened, about what the shifter said. Sam had hoped Dean had been unconscious during that little speech. “Look, what it said...It just made me realize how hard this life is on you. It kind of opened my eyes and made me realize that maybe things aren't as easy on you as I thought.”Dean nodded, not sure how comfortable he was with his brother being inside his head. If there was anyone he let in it would be Sam, but on his own terms, not on some freak of natures.“As for it looking like you,” Sam shrugged. “It looked like you, but I knew it wasn't you. You'd never come after me the way that thing did.” He smiled. “I'm good, man.”Dean let out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. He was glad to know Sam knew that Dean would never hurt him. Dean didn't have much family and he didn't want to lose the few people he did have.“Anyways,” Sam continued, swiveling the computer so Dean could see it. “I don't think we're dealing with a shifter either. I'm still not sure what it is, but take a look at this.” Dean looked at the screen. “Six days ago there was an attack just like this one, only the woman wound up dead. They said her heart literally gave out as though it had been worked too hard.”“Okay,” Dean said, reading the article. “It says the autopsy showed signs of sexual assault and there was said to be bite and scratch marks over at least half of her body. Her husband claims to have been asleep next to her the whole time”“But if she couldn't move, or even speak, her husband would never have known something was wrong.”Dean shook his head. “No, I don't buy that. I'd feel an extra weight on the bed if it were me and Dorian. Besides bumping and grinding isn't exactly a motionless task.”Sam shrugged. “Maybe the husband was put under a spell or something. Maybe we're dealing with a Warlock.”Dean propped his elbow on the table and rested his head in his hand. “What you think he's using a glamour spell? If that's the case why would the guy take on the appearance of Marissa's dead ex boyfriend? Why not take on the appearance of Ray?”“Good question,” Sam continued searching the news. “Hey, look at this, four weeks ago there was another attack. It's pretty much the same thing, only her boyfriend came home and found her.”“So are you telling me that all of the women who were raped were killed from exhaustion?” Dean asked. Sam nodded. Dean raised an eyebrow. “Gives new meaning to screwing someone to death.” Sam just looked at him. “Okay, not the best timing, but I've never heard of a Warlock that could do that.”“It seems like whatever is attacking these women are feeding off their energy.” Sam said. He opened a new browser. “Maybe it's taking their life force through the sexual act.”Dean widened his eyes a little bit. “Which makes Marissa a very lucky woman that Ray came home when he did, but here's my question. Ray walks in on it and the guy runs, but the husband is sleeping in bed and this thing kills his wife right next to him? How can he do that?”Sam's face grew grim. “Because it's an Incubus.”“An incubus?” Dean asked, reaching over so he could see the screen. “What the hell is that?”“There's several different legends,” Sam said, scrolling through the web page. “But from what I gather an incubus is a demonic creature that attacks women sexually. Some say that an incubus and a succubus same...it paralyzes their victim so they can't move or scream...” He scrolled down. “There's a way to ward it off, but they don't have a way to kill it.”“I guess not a lot of people have had run ins with an Incubus and survived,” Dean said. That made him think Marissa had been touched by an angel to keep her alive. “Okay, so how do we find out more about these things?”Sam shrugged. “There's just not that much on the web about these things, and I don't remember Dad mentioning them in his journal.”“Neither do I,” Dean agreed. “For now let's just worry about warding it off. How do we do that?”Sam went back in the page. “Uh, we have to hang Verbana and johanniskraut root above her bed and carve a pentagram into the bed. Supposedly that will keep an incubus from entering your bed.”“We'll have to find a new age shop around here and grab that,” Dean said. He looked at his watch. “It's going to be dark in a couple of hours, we should head out.” He stood up. “Hey, before you shut that thing down does it say why that thing can look like people the victim knows?”Sam shook his head. “No, but I think I we may know someone who can help us.”Dean pulled on his jacket. “Who's that?” He grabbed his keys off the table.“Missouri.”Dean grimaced. It wasn't that he didn't like Missouri, but the woman was infuriating as hell. Making Dean clean up Jenny's house. He huffed. “No way.”Sam stood up. “Come on, Dean. She knows a lot about the supernatural. Maybe she has information on the incubus.”Dean sighed. Sam was right and he couldn't just avoid calling Missouri because he got annoyed with her. “Fine, we'll call her.”“Good, cause I was going to call her anyway.” Sam smiled at Dean's glare. He knew his brother had issues with Missouri. Nothing serious, but it drove him a little nuts how she could always read his mind. “You check the phone book for a New Age shop. I'll let Dorian know we're going out.”Dean nodded and grabbed the phone book. Sam walked over to the bed and kneeled beside Dorian. He pulled the blanket down from her head and gently shook her shoulder. “Dorian?”“Mmm?” She mumbled, half opening her eyes.“Dean and I are going to take care of some things,” Sam said smoothing her hair out of her face. “If you need anything call us okay?”“Mmmhmm,” She mumbled closing her eyes again. Sam smiled and kissed her forehead. He made sure she was comfortable and then he turned back to Dean.“There's one not to far from here,” Dean told him. “It shouldn't take us long.” Sam nodded and the two grabbed their things and headed out.
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“Well hello, Sam,” Missouri said as soon as she picked up the phone. “How are you?”Sam smirked. He had liked Missouri from the moment he met her. She was honest and she had a good heart. Her telling Dean he was a goofy looking kid had nothing to do with it. Honestly. “We're fine, but we have a problem.”“What, she can't read your mind?” Dean asked. He liked Missouri well enough, but he she could get under his skin, and he just wanted to return the favor.“I heard that,” Missouri said sharply. “Tell that boy I can't read minds that are several thousand miles away. If I could do that I'd know where your father was, wouldn't I?”Sam would have loved to relay the message, but he they didn't have the time for that. It was going to be dark soon and they needed to figure out how to kill the incubus before it went after Marissa again. “Look, as amusing as this conversation is turning out,” Sam said, “We need some information.”Missouri sighed heavily over the phone. “Well, I didn't think this would be a social call. I'll help the best I can. What do you need to know?”“Everything that you know about a demon called an Incubus,” Sam said, giving Dean a glance. “We've looked on the net, but we didn't find anything concrete, just speculation and a way to ward them off. We need to know how to kill it.”Dean pulled up the new age shop. “You talk to Missouri, I'll go get the herbs we need.” There was no point in getting sidelong glances from the people who were inside while Sam was talking on the phone. Sam nodded and Dean got out of the car.“Well, an incubus is a sort of vampire,” Missouri told him. “Not a sub species exactly. They can walk around in daylight when in human form, but they always attack after dark.”“Wait, what do you mean when they're in human form?” Sam asked. “You mean they can take other forms?” He didn't like the sound of that at all.“Not exactly,” She stopped and thought of the best way to explain it. “An incubus is a kind of demonic spirit. It can use the flesh of a corpse to take on any human appearance it wants. Usually, it will take on the appearance of someone the woman loves and cares about.”Sam shook his head. This was getting more complicated by the second. “Why does it take on the appearance of someone the woman cares about if all he's going to do is kill her by the nights end?”“Sam, it doesn't kill the woman in one night,” Missouri explained. “He visits her repeatedly, taking a little more of her soul each night. The woman doesn't know it's happening because the incubus takes away the memories of the event.”“That means that the women who have already been killed had been raped by the incubus several times?”“That's right. There are signs. Scratches and bite marks on the victim's body. Also the woman is usually tired, and irritable the next day.”Sam sighed heavily. This information was not good. It meant that Marissa may have already been attacked by the incubus and she wouldn't remember it. He hadn't seen any scratches or bite marks, but she was covered up pretty well. He'd have to ask Ray about it when they went back to the house. “Okay, but that brings me back to my original question. Why take on the appearance of someone the woman cares about?”“Because, if the woman invites the incubus into her bed, the incubus then has the power to put all others in the house into a deep sleep, assuring that they won't awake.”“That's why the woman's husband didn't wake up when she was attacked,” Sam whispered to himself, more than to Missouri. The pieces were falling into place and they were making a pretty ugly puzzle. “How do we kill it?” He looked over as Dean got into the car with the bag of herbs. He held up his hand, indicating to Dean to be quiet.Missouri sighed again. “Well with regular vampires sunlight or a stake through the heart would suffice, but I'm not really sure, Sam. I might know someone who does though. Let me call you back all right?”“Yeah, sure. Thanks Missouri.”“No problem, Sam.”“Oh, Missouri one more thing.”“What's that?”“How did you know it was me if you can't read minds from thousands of miles away?” Sam asked.“Boy, I don't live in the stone age. I do have caller ID.”Sam laughed. “Thanks again.”“I'll call you back as soon as I have the information,” She said.Sam hung up and turned to Dean, all signs of laughter gone from his face.“I don't like that look,” Dean said, starting his car and pulling out of the parking lot. Somehow he knew it wasn't good news.Sam leaned back in his seat. He relayed all of the information to Dean that he had just learned from Missouri. Dean didn't like what he heard at all.“But why Marissa?” Dean asked. “Why the other women? How is he choosing his victims?”Sam shrugged. “I don't know. I didn't get a chance to ask Missouri that.”“Well, when she calls back, make sure you do,” Dean said. He wanted as much information about this thing as he could get. The more they knew, the easier it would be to catch this thing and destroy it. “In the mean time we'll head over to Ray's and put this warding stuff up.”“We can also try and find out what Marissa and the other women had in common,” Sam said. He figured it stood to reason that if the incubus was picking and choosing certain people that there would be a common link between them.The cell phone rang. “That was fast,” Sam said.“Maybe she read her friends mine,” Dean said sarcastically.Sam shook his head and answered the phone. “Hello?”“Hey Sam, it's Dorian.” She coughed. “I was just calling to check on you guys.”“Oh, hey Dorian. We're fine. We found a way to ward this thing off, so we're heading over to Ray's to set everything up.”“So you found out what it is then?”Sam nodded and then realizing she couldn't see him said, “Yeah, it's an incubus. It feeds off of sexual energy.”“Nasty.”“How are you feeling?”“About the same. I woke up a little while ago. I grabbed some food from the diner across the street.” She pulled away from the phone to cough. “I'm going to grab a shower and try and get some more sleep.”“One of us will come back to the motel when we're done setting everything up,” Sam said. He didn't want Dorian to have to spend the night alone while she was sick. She had been alone enough in her life.“Don't worry about me,” She exclaimed through a small cough. “I'm sick, but Marissa has this thing after her. She needs you guys more than I do. Stay there as long as you have to. I'll be here in the morning.”“Are you sure?” Sam asked, worriedly. He knew Dorian tried to be strong. She had a big heart and always tried to take care of everyone else before herself. “They don't need both of us there.”She sighed. Both Dean and Sam could be stubborn as all hell when they wanted to be. “Sam, they don't need both of you there, but you and Dean need each other there. You need to watch out for each other. If something happens Marissa and Ray won't be able to help.”Sam knew that her words were true. If the herbs didn't work to ward this thing off then there would be serious trouble. “Hold on a second.” He covered the mouthpiece of the phone and looked at Dean. “Dorian wants us both to stay with Ray and Marissa tonight. She says she wants both of us there in case something goes wrong.”Dean sighed. He knew that Dorian was right. If he left and something happened to Sam, he'd never forgive himself and if Sam left and something happened to him, well Dean would just be pissed. Finally he nodded. “All right, but tell her if she needs anything she better call us.”Sam nodded and uncovered the mouthpiece. He relayed Dean's message and Dorian agreed. “Try and get some rest.”“I will. I'm going to take a shower, down some Robitussin, and sleep for the rest of the night.” Dorian smiled to herself. “Besides, it'll be nice to have some privacy for once.”Sam smiled. “Okay, get some rest. We'll see you in the morning. Hopefully by then this will all be over and we can relax for a few days.”“That sounds like a plan. Talk to you later Sam.”“Bye.” Sam hung up. He had a nagging feeling in his gut, but he wasn't sure what it was. He knew Dorian was right, but he just felt like he shouldn't leave her alone tonight. He told himself it was just because she was sick and he was worrying too much. He shook it off and he and Dean went to Rays.“Are you sure this is going to work?” Marissa asked nervously as Dean carved a pentagram into the headboard of her bed. The bags of herbs were hanging from the fan overhead. They had explained what they needed to do, but before the other night she hadn't even believed in things like this.“It should,” Dean said, finishing the symbol. He closed his pocket knife and got off the bed. “In case it doesn't Sam and I will be here. Just make sure you don't invite this thing into your bed.”“Trust me there is no chance in that,” She replied, hugging herself. She had a long sleeve shirt and a pair of baggy jeans.Dean had hoped that she would at least have short sleeves so they could see if there were any marks on her arm. No luck. That's why Sam and Ray were in the other room. They figured asking Ray would be better. He would have noticed if she had been irritable over the past couple of days and it was easier than putting Marissa through the pain all over again. “With any luck these wards will work and this thing won't be able to get back into your bed. If it comes into the house, Sam and I will be ready.”She nodded and they walked into the living room. Sam was sitting across the couch from Ray. They both stood up when they walked into the room.Dean looked over at his brother and Sam slightly shook his head no. Dean breathed a sigh of relief. Ray hadn't seen any of the signs that would have indicated an incubus previously attacking Marissa. That was definitely a good thing. “We're all set up.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “We'll be here all night, so you guys can rest easy.”Ray nodded. “I wanted to thank you guys for this again. I don't know what I'd do if you hadn't come.”“Don't worry about it,” Sam said, with a sour smile. “It's what we do.” Despite the fact that he had become more determined in this fighting evil stuff, Sam still longed for a life of normalcy. He longed for Jessica and waking up to her every morning. He missed the sweet smell coconuts from her shampoo and body wash. He physically shook his head to rid him of the memories. They had a job to do and he needed to be clear headed.Sam walked over and looked out the window. The sky was turning into deep purples and blues. Dark was coming and it was coming fast. He still had that bad feeling about Dorian. It seemed to be getting worse. “Come on Missouri. Call me back already would you?”Dean saw that look on his brothers face. The look that said he was thinking of Jess. It killed Dean that his brother had lost not only one, but two people he loved to the same thing. Sam couldn't remember the night their mother died, but he felt the pain of growing up without a mother, as did Dean. Dean was just lucky enough to have those few sweet memories of their mom. He sighed and walked over to Sam. Dean gently put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey you okay?”Sam turned to look at him. “Yeah, I'm fine, but I was thinking.”“Yeah, about what?” He hoped Sam wasn't going to bring up Jess or their mom. He really didn't want to talk about it. He would talk about anything except that.Sam glanced over and saw that Ray and Marissa were in the kitchen, having a conversation of their own. He looked back at Dean. “Missouri knows a lot about the supernatural. We've been trying for months now to help Dorian with her powers and we've had no success. It's only showed itself on occasions and it usually leaves her feeling drained.”Dean crossed his arms over his chest. “Where are you going with this?”“I was thinking...um...” He wasn't sure how Dean was going to take this. “Maybe we should ask Missouri to take care of Dorian for a while, so that she can help her with her powers.”Dean's eyes widened. “Sam she's not a kid. We can't just dump her off like some foster child.”“I'm not saying we do, but Missouri can help her gain control of her abilities,” He argued. “It wouldn't be permanent, just for a few weeks or months until Missouri finished teaching her.” Sam didn't want Dorian to go either, but if it meant making her stronger than it would be well worth it.“No way,” Dean said. He had grown accustomed to Dorian being with them. She was part of the team. He wouldn't throw her off to someone else anymore than he would Sam. “She's been learning on her own.”“She hasn't learned much,” Sam countered. “Almost everything she thinks she learns backfires on her. Missouri may be able to teach her the right way to do things.” Dean sighed angrily. “Look I don't want her to go anymore than you do, but if it'll help her...”“Have you forgotten what happened there?” Dean whispered angrily. “What if we send her there and something bad happens to her? What if something like what happened to mom happens to her?”“Missouri will protect her,” Sam said. He truly believed that Missouri would keep Dorian safe no matter what. He also believed Missouri could help her better than they ever could.“No,” Dean snapped. He wasn't taking that chance. He wasn't going to send Dorian back to his old hometown and possibly have something going after her. He knew it was unlikely that whatever had killed their mom was still in Lawrence, especially after Jess, but it was too risky. “Dorian's staying with us. End of discussion.”Sam nodded, knowing he had lost the conversation. Dean was too set on keeping Dorian with him and he had too many scars when it came to Lawrence. Not to mention the fact he was too attached to Dorian to let her go.Sam still thought it would be best for Dorian to stay with Missouri for a while. Missouri could help her in ways that he and Dean couldn't, but the tone in Dean's voice told Sam that the subject was closed.
******************************************************************************************************************************Sam and Dean were sitting at the kitchen table with Ray playing rummy. Marissa had gone to bed about an hour ago. They were checking in on her periodically, and her bedroom door was open, so if anything even squeaked they'd hear it. So far there had been no sign of the incubus.Sam's feeling about Dorian hadn't gone away. In fact it was getting worse and he felt like he was becoming more worried every second. Okay, he was becoming more worried every second, but he couldn't understand why.Dean watched Sam stare off into the distance. He had been doing that off and on all night. “Sam, it's your turn.” He didn't answer. Dean waved his hand in front of Sam's face. “Yo, Sam!” He whistled.Sam jerked his head up. “Huh? What?” Dean and Ray were staring at him. He didn't realize that he had run off in his thoughts.“You okay, pal?” Dean asked, staring at his brother. Whenever Sam got that look in his eye he was thinking about something that was bothering him. Sam glanced over at him.Ray saw the exchange between the two brothers. “I'm going to go check on Marissa.” He put his cards down and walked into the room.Dean leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “What's going on with you?”“Nothing,” Sam said. Even to his own ears it sounded unconvincing. He glanced up at Dean and then quickly looked away.“Look, last time you did something like this I found out you had visions or whatever,” Dean said. He was still a little freaked out by it, but Sam was his brother and he didn't care how freakishly weird he was, he would still always be little Sammy. “So if you've got another secret, I'd really prefer it if you just lay it out on the table. Oh, I don't know, say now.”Sam felt his defenses breaking underneath his brothers questioning gaze. He had tried to keep the secret about his dreams for as long as he could, but he knew eventually Dean would find out. Dean always found out.Sam sighed. It was about Dorian after all. It was only fair that he told Dean. “I've had a bad feeling all night.”“What about Marissa?” He asked, leaning forward onto the table. “Don't worry about it. Missouri will call back soon and tell us how to kill the bastard.” He knew his brother was a worry fanatic, but he didn't usually stare off into space about it.“No, that's not it,” Sam said, throwing his cards down. “I've had a bad feeling about leaving Dorian alone tonight.”“I wasn't too keen on the idea of leaving her alone either,” Dean said, shrugging. “I mean with her being sick and all...”“It's not that,” Sam cut him off. He sighed and paused trying to find a way to describe what he felt to his brother. That was not something they were used to doing. He opened his mouth to tell Dean, but his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and flipped it open. “Hello?”*******************************************************************************************************************************
Dorian woke when she felt a weight on the edge of the bed. She looked over her shoulder and saw Sam sitting there. She crinkled her eyebrows together. “Sam?”“Hey Dorian,” He smiled.She pushed herself up and leaned against the headboard. “What are you doing here?” She yawned and coughed at the same time. “I told you and Dean to stay at Ray's tonight.”Sam shrugged. “We were worried. Dean sent me to check on you and see how you were feeling.”Dorian rolled her eyes at how overprotective Dean could be. “I'm fine. I told you guys I'm not dying. I'm just sick.” Sam laughed and Dorian got an uneasy feeling. It wasn't Sam's usual laugh.“What?” Sam asked when he saw her staring.Dorian smiled and shook her head. “Nothing, I'm just tired still.” She didn't want to give anything away. “Go back to Ray's and tell Dean I'm fine. I'm just going to go back to sleep.” Sam took her hand, and Dorian felt her eyes widen in surprise.“I'd rather stay here with you,” He said gently. He brought her hand up to his lips and gently kissed her fingers.Dorian's feeling of unease was growing. Sam was acting really, really, strange. Dorian pulled her hand away from him. “Uh, Sam, what are you doing?”He shrugged. “Just acting out, how I'm feeling.”She raised an eyebrow. “And how exactly is that?”*******************************************************************************************************************************
“Sam, it's Missouri.”Sam looked at Dean. “Hey Missouri. What did you find out?” His heart beat picked up a bit in anticipation of what Missouri was going to tell him.“Well, I talked to a friend whose dealt in this kind of thing before. The only way he knows to kill an incubus is by beheading it.”Sam scoffed. “We have to cut this thing's head off?”Dean raised an eyebrow. That was definitely new. They had done plenty of burning bones, exorcisms, banishings, but never a beheading. This was definitely a new twist for them.“I'm afraid so,” Missouri said. “It won't be pretty, but it will be effective.”“Ask her about it's victims,” Dean said.Sam nodded. “Missouri, do you know how an incubus chooses it's victims?”“Well, usually the incubus goes for strong women. Someone who's independent, strong willed, or has a survived a tragedy. Women like that.”Sam looked over at Ray. Marissa's ex boyfriend had recently died. That was definitely a tragedy. Sam just got a sinking feeling. “What about women who have supernatural powers?” Dean raised an eyebrow. “Like say a witch.”“Witch's are a definite target for an incubus. More so than regular people,” Missouri explained. “Although the powers of an incubus aren't as successful on a witch. A witch can usually break through the paralysis if she knows what she's doing. She can also generally tell if he's pretending to be someone she cares about, but like I said that's if she knows what she's doing.”Sam swallowed the lump of fear in his throat. “And if she doesn't?” He caught Dean's eye.“Well, sometimes her instincts will take over and she'll be able to get out of the situation, other times she just becomes the victim.” She paused for a moment. “Why do you ask?”Sam looked out the window. It was full dark. “I'll explain later. I gotta go.” He hung up the phone and looked at Dean. “We need to get to Dorian, now.”“What? Why?” Dean asked worriedly.Sam ignored him and looked over at Ray who had walked back into the living room at some point. “Ray, make sure you stay with Marissa. We'll be back as soon as we can.”“Sam,” Dean called, running after him out the door. His brother said Dorian was in trouble and that was enough for him, but Dean hated being left in the dark. Dean jumped in the car and started the engine. “What the hell is going on?” He pealed out of the driveway as soon as Sam slammed the door.“I've had this nagging feeling about Dorian since we left,” Sam said worriedly. “Like something was wrong.”“Okay, care to elaborate?” Dean asked sarcastically. He hated that his brother could never be straight. He always gave an answer in pieces.“I thought the feeling was just cause she was sick and I was being overly worried,” Sam said quickly. “But you heard me ask Missouri on the phone about a witch being an incubus's victim?” Dean nodded and Sam told him what she said.Dean's heart jumped into his throat. He punched the gas and raced to the motel. If Missouri was right that meant that Marissa was protected, but Dorian wasn't. The incubus might not be after her, but then again it might.Dorian looked into Sam's eyes, waiting for his response. He had told her about Jess, about how he had been madly in love with her and how he couldn't see himself with anyone else for a long, long time. Especially not until they found whatever the thing was that was killing off the people he loved.*******************************************************************************************************************************
“Come on, Dorian,” Sam said. “You must know how I feel about you.”Dorian shook her head. “No, really I don't,” She said sarcastically. This was really sincerely starting to weird her out. Sam leaned in to kiss her, and she jerked back so fast she hit slammed her head into the headboard. “What are you doing?” She asked ignoring the pain that spread across the back of her skull.“Come on, Dorian.” He said, still leaning into her. “Just go with it.”Dorian rolled out of the way so fast she got tangled in the sheets and fell onto the floor. “Ow!” She pulled her self out of the sheets and angrily stood up, glaring at Sam. “I don't know if there's something in the water here or what, but you're acting really strange! What is your problem?” Sam stood up and put his hands in his pockets. He looked down and started to chuckle. “Sam?” She was getting nervous.“You should have just gone along with it, Dorian.” He looked up, still laughing, only his eyes weren't blue green anymore. They were swirling silver. “It would have been so much easier on you.”Realizing that this thing wasn't Sam, Dorian raced for the door. She grabbed the knob, but evil Sam got to her before she could open it. Dorian fought against him and screamed. Evil Sam slapped her across the face and threw her on the bed. She tried to get up, but her limbs wouldn't respond. Neither would her mouth.Dorian couldn't move, she couldn't speak, but her heart still worked. It pounded harder and faster with every step evil Sam took towards her.*******************************************************************************************************************************
Dean was going way faster than the speed limit would allow. He just prayed a cop didn't show up behind them, because he wasn't stopping and he really didn't feel like going back to jail. His heart was pounding as he blew through a red light.“Come on, come on,” Sam said, to himself. He felt guilty. He knew he should listen to his feelings more, especially after what happened to Jessica, but they had always been dreams. He had never had a gut feeling like this before. Instincts were more of Dean's things. Weird, freaky, visions were Sam's, and he tried his damnedest to ignore it.Only he couldn't anymore. His nightmares about Jenny had proved that. If he had chosen to ignore the dream, Jenny and her kids would be dead. He should have trusted his gut. Especially when the feeling kept getting worse. Now he just prayed they made it in time.
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Dorian pushed against her immobile limbs, willing them to do something anything. She promised herself after her father died that she wouldn't be a victim anymore. She wouldn't just let someone hurt her and walk away. She was not going to just lie there helpless and let that thing rape and murder her. Especially with Sam's face.Evil Sam sat down on the bed next to her. “I see the fire in your eyes,” He said caressing her cheek. Dorian wanted to jerk away from the slimy feel of it's hand, but couldn't. “This will be a lot easier for you if you just sit back and relax.” He smiled at her. “Oh you have something to say?” He caressed his hands over her lips.The first thing Dorian did was cough. At this moment she sincerely hated the fact that she was sick. When she it subsided she said, “Get away from me.” Her words were low and angry. She wasn't going to just let this thing have her. She was going to fight back. She just had to figure out how. More than anything she wished that either Dean or the real Sam were there. She wished she had let one of them stay with her, but she couldn't dwell on that right now. She had to figure a way out of this.“I can't do that,” He said, stroking her hair. “You have so much...” He shuddered. “...Power in you. I need that power.”“What you need is to get out of here,” She spat angrily. “Any minute now the real Sam and his brother are going to get here, and when they do they're going to kill you.” It was a bluff, a total bluff, she knew that. Dean and Sam were at Marissa and Rays waiting for the thing over there, but if Evil Sam bought it, well, she had to try.He laughed. “You already told me that you weren't expecting them remember?” Dorian's heart sank. “You told them not to worry about you and more than likely they won't.” He traced his fingers down her arm. “You are beautiful. Beauty and power, that's the perfect mixture in a woman.”Dorian had never felt so helpless in her life, but she still wasn't going to give up. She was a witch, right? There had to be something she could do. She had used her powers once or twice in the last few months. She just had to concentrate.Dorian closed her eyes. Evil Sam said something, but she blocked it out. She blocked out the his touch and the trails of dirt it felt like it was leaving on her skin. She blocked out everything around her and pulled on that energy she knew flowed inside of her.A hard slap and a stinging face, brought Dorian back to reality. “Don't do that!” Evil Sam yelled. “You don't think I know what you were doing!” He sighed. “I tried to be nice about it, but you're just not cooperating.” He leaned over and shoved his mouth roughly against hers.Dorian screamed against him and pulled at her limbs. She felt something sear through her body and then, she could move again. She reached back and punched Evil Sam in the face. He tore his face from hers. Dorian tried to roll off the other side of the bed, but Evil Sam grabbed her and pulled her back.“I've had enough of you witch,” He seethed. He squeezed her upper arms so hard it made her cry out.Dorian had broken through his spell, she wasn't about to let him win now. She elbowed him in his chest and pulled away, scrambling off the other side of the bed. She landed on her stomach with a thud, but quickly pulled herself up.Evil Sam ran up and grabbed her around the waist. She kicked him in the shin and he let out something to the equivalent of a growl, but he didn't let go. Evil Sam lifted Dorian and threw her. She landed on the table with such force that it broke beneath her weight.Dorian's body felt like it was going to explode. She was face down half on the carpet, half on the splintered table that lay beneath her. All the wind had been knocked from her lungs and stars danced before her eyes. She felt warm blood running down her forehead. Dorian tried to push herself up, but the only result she got was falling back onto her stomach.“I told you to just relax,” Evil Sam said. He knelt down beside her. He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back, causing her to cry out in pain. “I was going to be gentle, but now you've pissed me off.”Dean and Sam busted through the door. Sam had the shotgun and Dean an axe. Dorian was lying on the floor with pieces of a broken table all around her. Evil Sam looked up, his grip still on Dorian's hair. Dean felt rage coarse through his body at Dorian's appearance. It only fueled the fire that the incubus had taken the appearance of his brother.Without hesitation they raced towards them, but the incubus quickly pulled Dorian up off the ground and had her in a headlock, causing them to stop in their tracks.Dorian weakly brought her hands up to his arms in an attempt to give herself more air, but it was useless. All she could do was stare at Dean and the real Sam helplessly.Sam raised the shotgun towards the incubus. “Let her go.” He felt strange pointing a gun at something that looked exactly like him. Now he knew how Dean must have felt when he took out the shape shifter. It was a little unnerving, but right now, he needed to help Dorian.Dorian tried to cough with what little air was going through her trachea, but only succeeded in helping the incubus choke her. She silently pleaded to Dean and Sam with her eyes to help her.“Now, now,” Evil Sam said. “Why would I do that.” He buried his face in Dorian's hair. “She has so much power.”“You're not going to get anything from her,” Dean hissed angrily. “Let her go.” They were at a stand off. Sam couldn't shoot the incubus without hitting Dorian and Dean sure as hell couldn't swing the axe.Then he caught Dorian's eye. She had been frightened a minute ago, but he knew that look. She was about to do something, something that could be detrimental to her health. He shook his head slightly, but Dorian winked at him.Dean watched as Dorian's body went limp, causing the incubus to either let her go, or fall over with her. He let her go. Dorian fell onto the floor and covered her head with her hands. Sam immediately raised the shotgun and shot the incubus square in the chest.The incubus stumbled backwards into the wall and Dean moved in. He lifted his axe, but the incubus was quick. He moved out of the way so that Dean only dragged the axe down its arm.Dorian half stumbled, half dragged herself out of harms way, pressing herself up against the wall. That was hell in itself. Her whole body protested every movement, but she didn't want to compromise the situation and maybe have the incubus grab her again.Sam walked over and stood in front of Dorian while Dean battled with the incubus. He watched as it punched Dean, causing Dean to stumble against the wall. The incubus took started to run, but Sam raised the shotgun and shot his evil twin in the back. The force was enough to cause the incubus to fly forward.Dean recovered and quickly moved towards the incubus. It started to push itself up, but Dean kicked it back to the floor. “Stay down you son of *****.” He spat. He was disgusted with this thing, pissed off it had gone after Dorian, and enraged that it had taken his brothers face. Before the incubus could even get to his hands, Dean raised the axe and brought it down, severing the incubus's head in one clean stroke. He watched in satisfaction as the incubus's body morphed and molded from Sam's identity into a rotting corpse, and then into ash.Fear passed through Dorian for a moment as Sam kneeled next to her. Her head was fuzzy and she wasn't thinking clearly. Then she saw the concern in those blue green eyes and realized that this was the real Sam.“Dorian?” Sam asked, nervously. He wasn't sure how she'd react to him, and he didn't want to scare her anymore than she had been. She coughed a few times, clutching her chest as she did so. Then she looked up at him and smiled. Sam felt a weight lift off his shoulders as Dorian took his hand.“It's dead right?” She asked in a rough voice. Between her already sore throat and that thing choking her, Dorian's throat was torn to hell. She had no doubt there was going to be large purple bruise across her throat in the morning.Dean squatted beside them. “Yeah, it's dead.” He looked at the