One Week Later

One week.

It had been one week since Hell's gate was opened.

It had been one week since alot of demons had been let out.

One week since I died but came back to life hours later, thanks to Dean.

One week of silence, no signs of any demonic activity.

And how are we spending that time? 

Well, Sam's downstairs, at my safehouse, pouring over a book, trying to find any way to get Dean out of his demon deal while Dean and I were upstairs....having alittle fun of our own.

We were making out, furiously, as we were running our hands all over each other's body, laying on the bed. Then Dean removes my shirt and started to kiss my chest, then his lips move from my chest up to my collarbone then to my neck. I let out a small moan and I hear him let out a chuckle.

"Enjoying yourself?" I asked him. "Yes." He said and I chuckle and he looks me in the eyes. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this." Dean said and I smiled. "I think I have some idea." I said, smiling, and he chuckles then he leans in and kisses me, roughly and passionately.

After removing the rest of our clothing, he hovers over me as we let our eyes roam over each other's body and I run my hand over his chest. "You sure you want this?" Dean asked me and I smirk at this. "Show me what you got, Winchester." I said and he smirks and kisses me as he slides inside of me.

Immediately, I knew that this felt different than any of the other times I've been with a man. I don't know why this feels different, it just does. And honestly, I don't care as this feels amazing and I lose myself in the moment.

And apparently, Dean and I got so lost in the moment of making each other feel so good, we didn't hear Sam knocking on the door, open it and, poor him, got an eyeful and he shut the door, quickly, while Dean and I continued the ol' devil's tango.

Later, when we finished, we were in the Impala; Dean driving like a maniac as he speeds down the pavement. "Let me see your knife." Sam said to Dean. "What for?" Dean asked him. "So I can gouge my eyes out." Sam said as I shake my head and run my hands over my eyes.

"It was a beautiful, natural act, Sam." Dean said then he looks at me through the rearview mirror. "Ain't the right, sweetheart?" He asked me and I give an embarrassed scoff at this. "It's a part of you and a part of (y/n) I never wanted to see, Dean." Sam said while Dean chuckles and slaps Sam on the thigh. 

"I'm sorry, Sammy. We'll remeber to lock the door next time." I said. "But we appreciate you giving us a little quality time." Dean said to him. "Yeah, no problem." Sam mutters, quietly, and Dean gives him a look.

"Really? Well, I got to say, I was expecting a weary sigh or an eye roll, something." Dean said. "No, not at all. You two deserve to have a little fun. I mean, it's about time you guys got together. Now you guys can stop giving goo-goo eyes at each other." Sam said and we look over at him, shocked. "Well, I am in violent agreement with you there." Dean said and he chuckles while I shake my head.

"Anyway...What's Bobby got?" I asked Sam, changing the subject. "Not much. A crop failure and a cicada swarm outside of Lincoln, Nebraska. Ahh, could be demonic omens..." Sam said, shrugging. "Or could just be a bad crop and a bug problem." Dean said. "Yeah, but it's our only lead." Sam said.

"Any freaky deaths?" I asked him. "Nothing Bobby could find – not yet, anyway." Sam replied and I sighed. "It's weird, guys. I mean, the night the devil's gate opened, all these weirdo storm clouds were sighted over how many cities?" I said as I look over at Sam.

"Seventeen." Sam replied. "Seventeen. You'd think it would be Apocalypse Now, but it's been five days and bubkis." I said and Sam looks at me, confused. "What are the demons waiting for?" Dean asked Sam. "Beats me." Sam said. "It's driving me crazy." I said and Dean nods. "Yeah, me too. I tell you, if it's gonna be war, I wish it would just start already." He said.

"I don't know, man. Be careful what you wish for." Sam said and he glances at his brother.

The next morning, we pull up outside of a farmhouse, Dean gets out munching on a burger as Sam and I follow. "Hear those cicadas?" Sam asked as he points out the sound that was surrounding the area.

"That can't be a good sign." I said and Sam nods. "No. No, it can't." He said and we see Bobby, who was leaning against his car, walks over to us. "So, we're eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast, are we?" Bobby asked as he gestures towards the burger in Dean's hand.

"Well, I sold my soul. Got a year to live. I ain't sweating the cholesterol." Dean replied and I sigh and shake my head. "So, Bobby, what do you think? We got a biblical plague here or what?" Sam asked Bobby. "Well, let's find out. Looks like the swarm's ground zero." Bobby said and we head to the farmhouse.

We get to the front door and Dean pounds his fist against it. "Candygram!" He shouts but there was no answer, only the cicadas chirping. Dean picks the lock and opens the door and, immediately, we cover our noses in disgust.

"That's awful." I groaned.

"That so can't be a good sign." Dean mutters as he enters first, Sam and I behind him with our guns drawn. We creep through the house; stopping in the second room until we hear what sounds like panicked screams.

"You hear that?" Sam asked and we go up to doo and I kick open the next door; the sounds turned out to be coming from TV. In front of it, a family of three were seated on the couch, several days dead. The boys and I recoil at the increased stench of death.

"Oh, my God." Sam said as Bobby enters through the other side of the room and recoils in horror. "Bobby, what the hell happened here?" I asked him. "I don't know." He replied. "Check for sulfur." Dean said and we all agreed and investigate the room.

But then I hear a noise out front. I whistle quietly, then signal to the others that I was going to go check it out, Dean has a worried expression on his face but I give a reassuring smile then I go to investigate.

Out front, I exit cautiously, gun drawn, and look around. As I come around the house, I get knocked down to the ground by a man with a shotgun then a woman comes up behind him.

"Isaac? Tamara?" Bobby's voice asked and I look over to see Bobby coming around the corner. "Bobby. What the hell are you doing here?" The woman, Tamara, asked him. "I could ask the same." Bobby said to them. "Heya, Bobby." The man, Isaac, said while I raise an arm pitifully from the ground and waving for attention. "Hello. Bleeding here." I said to them.

Isaac and Tamara took us to their home, where it was covered in hunter's equipment, while Dean was on the phone with the coroner. "Honey? Where's the Palo Santo?" Issac asked Tamara. "Well, where'd you leave it?" She asked. "I don't know, dear. That's why I'm asking." He said, both of them sounded like a couple that had been together for a long time.

"Palo Santo?" I asked, curiously. "It's holy wood, from Peru. It's toxic to demons like holy water. Keeps the bastards nailed down while you're exorcising them." Tamara said as she digs in a bag and pulls out a large, pointed stake. She hands it to Isaac with an affectionate smile. "Thank you, dear." He said. "You'd lose your head if it wasn't for me." She said to him and I smiled at this.

"So, how long you two been married?" Sam asked them. "Eight years this past June." Tamara replied. "The family that slays together..." Isaac said and I chuckled as I glanced at Dean, who was still on the phone. "Right. We're with you there. So, how'd you get started?" Sam asked them then there was an awkward silence as Tamara and Isaac look at each other. Obviously, something bad must've happened for them to be a part of this life.

"I, uh, you know... I'm sorry. It's not – that's none of my business." Sam said. "No, no. It's – it's all right." Tamara said as Dean continues on his phone. "Well, Jenny, as nice as an appleteni sounds..." Dean said and makes a face at us before he continues. "...I'm already spoken for. Yes...happily. Yes, but thank you for your help." He said then he hangs up and addresses the rest of us.

"That was the coroner's tech." He said as I smirk a bit at him. "And?" Sam asked. "Get this – that whole family, cause of death? Dehydration and starvation. There's no signs of restraint, no violence, no struggle. They just sat down and never got up." He said. "But there was a fully stocked kitchen just yards away." I said. "Right. What is this, a demon attack?" Sam asked.

"If it is, it's not like anything I ever saw, and I've seen plenty." Bobby said. "Well, what now? What should we do?" Dean asked everyone.

"Uh, we're not gonna do anything." Isaac said to them. "What do you mean?" Sam asked him. "You guys seem nice enough, but, this ain't Scooby-Doo, and we don't play well with others." Isaac replied.

"Well, I think we'd cover a lot more ground if we all worked together." I said to him. "No offense, but we're not teaming with the damn fools who let the Devil's Gate get opened in the first place." Isaac said and I scoff at this 

"No offense?" Dean said, questioning. "Isaac. Like you've never made a mistake." Tamara said to her husband, admonished. "Oh yeah, yeah. Locked my keys in the car, turned my laundry pink. Never brought on the end of the world, though." Isaac said and Dean chuckles. "All right. That's enough." He said.

"Guys, this isn't helping. Dean—" I started to say but Isaac interrupts  "Look, there are couple hundred more demons out there now. We don't know where they are, when they'll strike. There ain't enough hunters in the world to handle something like this. You brought war down on us – on all of us." He said, angrily, then Tamara pulls him away. "Okay. that's quite enough testosterone for now." She said and they leave the room.

The next day, the boys and I make it to this clothing store where a woman had killed another woman over some shoes. Sam was outside, looking around, Bobby was talking to the suspect and I was talking to a witness, Dean standing behind me.

Unfortunately, it was hard to talk to the witness as Dean kept trying to touch me, subtly, obviously trying to get some attention from me. I would look over at him and he acted like nothing was going on but everytime I'd try to talk to him, I'd feel his hand on my back and then on my ass. I ignored him, as best as I could, and get the information from the witness and once she left and I turned to face him.

"Dean, what are you doing?" I asked him. "Helping you interviewing and comforting the bereaved. What are you doing?" He said, acting dumb, and I raise an eyebrow at him. "Really? Is that what you call it?" I asked but a smirk slightly appeared in my face. He shrugs as I said. "Dean, we have a dead body, which could be a possible demon attack – you know, our jobs!" I said then he starts to cough, pathetically.

"(Y/n), I'm sorry. It's just, I don't have much time left, and, uh...got to make every second count." He said as he gives a more theatrical cough and I shake my head. "Yeah, right. Sorry." I said then I move closer to him and I wrap my arms around his neck and stare at him in the eyes. "Apology accepted." He said and he started to lean in towards me but I place a finger up to his lips.

"After we finish this job." I said, smiling, and I back away and laugh at his bewildered look in his face. Then Sam and Bobby, who was in a suit and his hair slicked back, come over to us as I pull back from Dean. Both, Dean and I, look at him, impressed. 

"Whoa." Dean said and he whistles. "Looking spiffy, Bobby. What were you, a G-man?" I asked him. "Attorney for the D.A.'s office. I just spoke to the suspect." Bobby said. "Yeah? So, what do you think? Is she possessed or what?" I asked him. "Don't think so. There's none of the usual signs – no blackouts, no loss of control. Totally lucid. Just, she really wanted those shoes. Spilled a glass of holy water on her just to be sure; nothing." Bobby replied, shrugging.

"Maybe she's just some random whack job." Dean said. "If it had been an isolated incident, maybe, but first the family, now this? I believe in a lot of things. Coincidence ain't one of them. Did you guys find anything around here?" Bobby said to us. "No sulfur, nothing." Sam said as I shake my head.

"Well, maybe something." Dean said and he nods to a security camera in the ceiling. "See? I'm working." Dean said to me and I shake my head, slightly. "Good boy! I'll give you a treat later." I said to him, using a voice you would use when you're talking to a dog, and he rolls his eyes at me.

Sam was seated, watching the security footage in the security room, as Bobby, Dean and I hover. "Anything interesting?" Dean asked Sam. "I don't know yet. Might just be a guy..." Sam said and we watch a redheaded man approach the blonde woman and talk to her as they glance over at the victim. "Or it might be our guy." I said.

Bobby, Dean and I were sitting in Bobby's car, staking out a bar while Sam was out doing some research. "What time is it?" Bobby asked, yawning. "Seven past midnight." Dean replied. "You sure this is the right place?" Bobby asked him. "No. But (y/n) and I spent all day canvassing this stupid town with this guy's stupid mug, and, supposedly, he drinks at this...stupid bar." Dean grumbles then there was a loud pounding on the window, making all three of us jump. It is Sam, who grins at our discomfort and slips into the back seat.

"That's not funny!" I yelled at Sam as he gets inside the car. "Yeah. Uh, all right, so – so, John Doe's name is Walter Rosen. He's from Oak Park, just west of Chicago. Went missing about a week ago." Sam replied. "The night the Devil's Gate opened?" I asked him and Sam nod. "Yeah." He said.

"So you think he's possessed?" Dean asked. "Well, it's a good bet. So, what, he just walks up to someone, touches them, and they go stark raving psycho?" Sam said. "Those demons that got out at the gate – they're gonna do all kinds of things we haven't seen." Bobby said. "You mean the demons we let out." I said.

"Guys." Dean said and we look out and see the redheaded man, from the security footage, getting out of his car and walking towards the bar. "All right. Showtime." Dean said.

"Wait a minute." Bobby said. "What?" Dean asked. "What'd I just say? We don't know what to expect out of this guy. We should tail him till we know for sure." Bobby said to him. "Oh, so he kills someone and we just sit here with our junk in our hands?" Dean asked him, angrily. "We're no good dead! And we're not gonna make a move until we know what the score is." Bobby yells at him.

"Hey, Bobby? I don't think that's an option." Sam said. "Why not?" Bobby asked and Sam nods, indicating another car that has just entered the lot. We look out and see Isaac and Tamara are heading towards the bar. "Damn it!" Bobby growls and we start to get out of the car.

We head towards the door of the bar, but find it lock. "Oh no." I whispered then we heard laughing and Tamara screaming in fear. We slam ourselves against the door, trying to force it open but nothing. "Get back to the car!" Bobby yells at us and we run back to his car.

Once we get inside, Bobby starts to the car. "Hang on." He shouts and he drives right through the front door of the bar. We get out or the car, armed with holy water, which we fling violently into the crowd of the possessed seven people.

They back up and Sam and I grab Tamara, who is still screaming frantically for Isaac who was on the ground dead and surrounded by a pool of his own blood. "Come on, we got to go! He's dead! Get in the car!" Sam shouts and I look over and see Dean still immersed in the fight.

"Dean, come on!" I shout but he was still flinging Holy water at the demons. "DEAN! COME ON!" I shouted as I help Sam get Tamara in Bobby's car. Dean Then entered combat with the Redheaded Man, Walter. I go and open the trunk, after I help get Tamara in the car, just as Dean runs out of holy water; Walter grins.

I go and help Dean and we overpower Walter and stuff him in the trunk, Walter screams as he sees the Devil's Trap and Dean tumbles into the front seat of the car and I head to the back seat and squeezed in with Sam and Tamara, who was still screaming and crying for Isaac. "Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!" Dean shouts and we drive back out and leave the bar behind.