"Tuck Those Ribbons Under Your Helmet Chp 4-6," NC-17, Supernatural

Oct 31, 2010 23:02

Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Winsister/Castiel, Winsister/Ruby, Winsister/Dean, Winsister/Sam, Winsister/Adam (in a dream), Sam/Castiel/Dean
Dates: Written September 2010
Word Count: 35,896
Summary: Winsister AU. The hunting life isn't easy on anyone. For Kerry Winchester, it may be too much. The worst, though, was being in love with a multi-dimensional wavelength that may not ever love her back.



Warnings: Spoilers for most of season 4 and the first few episodes of season 5. Incest, Het, Femmeslash, and Slash. Sex venom (similar to sex pollen), dub-con, brief non-con, fisting, sex toys, vanilla bondage, use of the Bible in a way that some would probably consider blasphemy, simulated scarfing, and mention of underage Wincest. This is not the "nice" Ruby from season 4, but Ruby with her season 3 personality, and then some. She is very much a demon. In fact, I imagine the Ruby in this story looking like Katie Cassidy all the way through.
Beta Thanks: Thanks as always to Sammie for the wonderful beta!
Author's Notes: Title comes from the Tori Amos song "Mother." Abridged version of a longer story (which I'll eventually write out to the end).



Chapter 4: Inventory

Word Count this Chapter: 2,224

Sam got lucky there, at least for a little while. For the time being, Dean left it alone - how Sam got strong enough to kill Alistair, what he'd been doing with Ruby, all that. He would ask those questions again, but not for some time.

There was little aftermath to the Kerry/Castiel debacle. When Kerry picked up her shoes, she punched her brother Sam in the arm on the way by, as hard as she could. He petulantly replied, "Didn't even hurt!" And that was that between them. For his own part, Dean poked Castiel in the chest later that day and told him never to hurt his sister, or he'd find a way to give him a good beating. Castiel just looked at him, befuddled, and agreed that he would never deliberately hurt her.

Shortly after, Kerry realized that she wanted to feel everything she'd felt that night again. The euphoria had been nice, but it was the things specifically linked to Castiel that she wanted to experience once more. The solid feeling of him beneath her, seeing ecstasy on his face, the way he kissed, those wonderfully needy sounds he made, and especially the downy softness of his wings under her fingers. She couldn't stop picturing those six blue eyes looking back at her. Everything that made Castiel special, it engulfed her mind until she couldn't stop thinking about him. Craving him. His stamina had been a nice bonus, of course, but what Kerry really wanted to feel again was the closeness, the connection.

As Castiel called it, the "merging."

A month after Dean got out of the hospital, Kerry waited until she could corner Castiel alone, backing him up against a wall with her hands on either side of him. He just looked at her quizzically. "Kerry?"

She leaned in and kissed him, hard and dirty.

He did not resist, although when she pulled away, Castiel shook his head. "No."

"What?"

"I said no."

Kerry searched his face, trying to figure out why she was getting this reaction. "Didn't you enjoy it the first time?"

"Yes, but, as you said... it's not all about me."

"If this is because of my brothers..."

"No." Castiel shook his head again. "It has nothing to do with what they think."

"Then tell me what the problem is." Kerry chased his lips with her own. He moved his head back and forth, although their lips did brush a few times. "Wouldn't it be nice to do it again? Hm?"

"Yes, it would be very nice," he replied matter-of-factly.

"Then why not?" Managing to catch him, she kissed him once more, long and passionate. At first, Castiel kissed back as he had before, but when Kerry slipped her arms inside his trench coat and hugged him to her body, he took hold of her forearms and pushed her away, gently. "Cas, I can't stop thinking about you. About what it was like to touch you and how you felt inside me," Kerry whispered.

His eyes rolled up for a moment, and he sighed. "Please don't make this harder for me."

"What's the matter?"

Castiel firmly moved her away from his body until Kerry could see his eyes straight on, making sure he had her full attention. "Kerry, I'm sorry, but this is not my body. The vessel is angry. He doesn't want to have sex with you again."

That was certainly the last thing she ever expected him to say. "The... vessel? Why not?"

"Because he's married."

"Oh..." It took her a moment to fully grasp what he was saying. "The man you're possessing looks at it as adultery."

Castiel nodded.

"Oh. Well... but... I didn't make love to him, Castiel." Kerry played with the lapels of his trench coat, running them through her fingers. "I made love to you."

"But it's his body."

She didn't know what to say, what would convince him that this was all right. "Can I talk to your vessel?"

He realized that she wasn't going to give up. "Kerry, I need you to understand - "

"Let me talk to the vessel," she insisted. The tone of her voice was almost dangerous, the tone of someone who just couldn't take no for an answer.

With a weary sigh, Castiel said, "No," and disappeared.

The wind of his wings blowing her hair back, Kerry could only look after his retreat and bite her bottom lip.

Dean found her sitting in their latest hotel room a few hours later, bent over The Bible. When he came in, she was marking a page with a yellow sticky note. "What are you doing?"

"Gathering ammunition," she replied.

"Ammunition? What?"

"Don't worry about it." Kerry waved him off.

Time went by and eventually, the book had been marked all through its pages with this "ammunition." Throughout the project, the memory of making love to Castiel never faded, only got stronger.

Things came to a head after they found out about the existence of Adam.

Adam had been John Winchester's secret child. A boy fathered with a nurse from Minnesota, nineteen years before. Their half-brother.

It was a secret he had taken to his grave.

And now Adam was dead too. Targeted by a couple of ghouls from a past hunt, his internal organs devoured. One of them had worn Adam's face and tricked the siblings into believing he was their younger half-brother in an attempt to get to John; when the creatures found out John was already dead, they decided killing and eating the man's other children would be sufficient revenge. It had been a close one, very close.

Now, as Sam and Kerry sat on a trunk from one of John's storage lockers in Minnesota, looking at photographs and crying, Dean tried to take the inventory on his own. They hadn't been in this locker for several years; an occasional inventory was a sensible idea. It was also a good way for Dean to channel his rage at almost losing Sam to the ghouls, for all the things he simply couldn't help about how this one had gone.

He now dusted his hands off on his jeans and looked at his siblings again, looked at the bandages on Sam's arms where the ghouls had sliced them open and tried to drain his blood, and he wanted to scream. How dare those monsters try to eat his brother, how dare they take Sammy so close to death (the bowls of blood next to the table, how full they had become), how dare the hunting life take the lives of Adam and his mother even after John had tried so hard to spare them that danger, how dare this, how dare that, how dare fate.

How dare these things make his sister and brother cry like that for a sibling they never knew.

They were looking through the photographs they'd found in Adam's house and blubbering like children, photos of Adam and John and Adam's mother Kate. Laughing and sobbing and, Dean surmised, wishing they could have been a part of every one of those beautiful memories. Soon, they'd start in on the albums of Adam's school pictures and birthday parties and just have themselves a good ol' blubber party all night. "Did you two ever think that maybe Adam has some other family somewhere who might want those pictures?" Dean asked.

"We just want copies," Kerry said, wiping at her nose with her sleeve.

Dean got them a box of tissues out of the car. "Here."

Sam took the box, then winced at the sudden movement of his arm. Dean tried not to notice it. That hurt worst of all, knowing just how much damage those ghouls had done to his little brother before Dean had managed to escape the crypt and stop it all.

Kerry handed Sam a picture, sniffling. "Another fishing trip. Look at Dad with that big fish. Why didn't he ever take us fishing?"

"Probably thought it was a waste of time," Sam commented, his voice bitter.

The photo set Kerry off again; she sobbed harder. "Oh, why didn't he tell us about Adam? Didn't he think we'd want to meet him? He was our brother."

"I told you, Kerr, he was trying to protect him," Dean said. "Dad knew that if we ever came around that it could drag Adam and his mom into something just like this, and he was right."

She looked up, her face full of anger and pain. "Then why did he allow himself the luxury of actually getting to know Adam and spending time with him? If Dad was going to do that, why didn't he take us along?"

"It was selfish of him not to tell us," Sam added, and wiped a fingerprint off the photo by rubbing it against his jeans. "We had a right to know."

"Okay, yeah, that part was selfish," Dean allowed. "I don't know why he spent time with him if he was trying to keep Adam out of this life that he chose for us. I don't know, okay?" Leaning against the side of the storage locker, he thought it over, picking at a loose button on his coat. "I guess Dad just... saw it as a chance to have a normal, humdrum relationship with one of his kids. Something he could never have with us."

"Why not?!"

"Because Adam still had a mother!" Dean snapped back, louder than he intended. He took a moment to get better control of his emotions. "Adam had someone to live with, someone to take care of him. Dad could leave knowing that there was someone there to give his kid a normal life. So he takes his little vacations and he plays family every once in a while, and... I don't know why we couldn't be a part of that, if Dad was going to do it. I don't know why."

Kerry said nothing back just yet. Sam took it as a cue to add something that he'd noticed. "She had blonde hair," he remarked, looking at a picture of Kate Milligan. "She kinda looks like Mom."

"Maybe if Dad had married her, we all could have lived there and been a family," Kerry said.

Dean scoffed. "Now you're just dreamin'."

Kerry's emotions were raw and jagged as she wept, "Maybe if we'd known Adam, the real Adam, he would have called us when he came home and found his mother gone. Maybe we could have been there before the ghouls got him!"

"Stop doing this shit to yourself, Kerry! You could 'what if' yourself to death and it wouldn't change a thing."

But she didn't stop; she couldn't, not yet. Kerry's voice got small and began to break with heavy sobs. "What if he came home and those ghouls attacked him right there, and he was screaming and crying for someone to help him, and no one ever came?"

"Oh, Kerry..." Dean knelt before her, rubbing her arms through her sleeves. "Stop thinking about it."

"They ate out... his insides... and it started while he was still... alive," she sobbed, looking at Sam's bandaged arms.

Dean winced against those words, knowing full well that they were true. "God, Kerry... you gotta stop thinking about it." When he noticed that Sam was beginning to weep at the horrible realization as well, Dean put one arm around each sibling and hugged them to his shoulders. "Just cry it out. Come on. You get to be the blubber twins today."

They both took advantage of their big brother's offer.

Later that day, Dean was still intent on doing a full inventory of the contents of the storage locker, and as Kerry had calmed down enough to help him, she did. Anything to get her mind off those horrible mental pictures of the boy who should have been the baby of the family being tackled and restrained by those monsters, screaming, crying, begging for someone to save him. Sam still sat outside on one of the trunks, told to stay there and rest and to take his iron supplements.

"What about that shelf?" Dean asked. He wrote something down on the inventory sheets he'd spent half the night numbering.

Kerry looked at a shelf on one of the metal racks that Dean had numbered 89. On it was two boxes sealed with mystic symbols, a set of Tarot cards wrapped in silk, and six miscellaneous containers of liquid. She told him about the boxes and the Tarot cards, and then added, "Some bottles of stuff."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Could you be a little more specific?"

The first two bottles were holy water. The third was a vial of what looked like lizard eyes, the fourth and fifth were labeled "Aglaophotis," and the last had "Incubus Spirit" written down its length.

Incubus Spirit? What could that be?

"Earth to Kerry. What's in those bottles?"

"Oh, uh... two bottles of holy water, a vial of lizard eyes, and two jars of Aglaophotis."

"Crap. Dad's got some dangerous shit in here," Dean remarked, and just stared at the paper for a moment. "How do you spell Aglaophotis?"

Kerry spelled it out for him, an innocent smile on her face and her hand occasionally stealing to the little vial she now had hidden in her pocket.

*****



Chapter 5: Cause and Effect

Word Count this Chapter: 3,336

Sitting in the hotel's bathroom, Kerry looked at the vial in her hands and wondered if what she wanted to do with it was in any way right.

She needed that connection with Castiel. Needed it so bad, it hurt her heart. If he would only come and just hold her... but she doubted he would even do that. The vessel. That damn vessel.

The horrible pictures played through her head relentlessly, on a never-ending loop. Nothing Kerry did would make them stop. Nothing quieted the ache in her chest when she thought of Adam and all the weapons they had, all the guns and knives and the pure arsenal they formed, and all they would have needed was a little more time. Dean insisted that Adam must've been dead for days when they came along, but those horrible pictures played through her head anyway, of missing his death by mere seconds, even though she knew it wasn't possible.

The main reason for her torment being that just because they didn't know about Adam... didn't mean that he never knew about them.

Sitting on the closed toilet with her eyes closed, Kerry gripped the vial tightly in her fingers as her mind tortured her with possibilities, questions to which she would never know the answers. An imagined conversation played itself out in her head.

"Adam, you're old enough for me to tell you now. You have two brothers and a sister, and I know they are going to want to meet you."

"Really? What are their names?"

"Dean, Kerry, and Sam. Here's their picture."

"They kinda look like me."

"I know! Next year, maybe we can all go out to the lake and you can meet them."

"That sounds great, Dad!"

Next year, next year. It never came.

Sam knocked at the door. "What'd you do, Kerry, fall in?"

"Sorry. I'll be out in a minute."

For the rest of the night, she obsessed over somehow getting to see inside Adam's wallet, to see if he had a picture of his siblings tucked away somewhere. What had been on his mind while those ghouls were killing him? Was it just his mother... or his other family too?

Did he spend that time wondering why they didn't come save him?

Two days of holding the vial in secret and going through the Milligan family photo albums and Kerry had almost convinced herself that Adam did know about them, even though the albums contained no evidence of it. She wanted to get away, run away, run away, so she suggested they go spend some downtime at Bobby's.

On the way there, the nightmares started.

In the Impala, laid out on the backseat with a blanket draped over her, Kerry dreamed of Adam coming home and being ambushed by those ghouls.

He struggles, he claws at the floor, he strains to drag himself away, but they are stronger than him. One wears the face of his mother. Light glints off a knife and Adam cringes in pain. The ghouls begin to lick up his blood.

She runs into the house in slow motion. Adam reaches out his hand.

"Kerry!" he screams. She can see his eyes, huge and fearful.

Kerry takes hold of his hand, but it's like he's rooted to the floor, and no matter how hard she pulls, he cannot be freed. The ghouls slowly cut open his gut while he screams in pain. She can do nothing but watch.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there!" Kerry cries, and a ghoul smiles at her with its bloody teeth, biting into Adam's intestines.

"Missed him by that much," the ghoul laughs.

Kerry awoke with a loud gasp, halfway sitting up and clutching the blanket hard in her fist. It startled both of her brothers.

By the time they got to Bobby's, Bobby was gone, called out of state on something involving one of his oldest friends. "I should be back in a couple days," he told Dean by phone.

They found that Bobby had finally cleaned out one of his junk rooms and made a guest room for them, with two beds and a lounging chair. Two days to themselves and plenty of house to knock around in. Kerry decided that it was time to use the vial, one way or another.

Again, she found herself hiding in a bathroom, looking at the vial marked Incubus Spirit. Could it be what it seemed to be? Was it the actual spirit of an incubus, its essence, or incubus ejaculatory fluid? Either way, the effect should be sexual in nature.

"An incubus is a demon able to induce sexual desires so intense that people can be driven mad by them." That's how the creatures were defined in Dad's journal. "Reports indicate that only an incubus can satisfy the arousal brought about by their presence."

Only an incubus... or an angel, Kerry thought. An angel had to be able to satisfy it too.

She had abandoned the idea of slipping the purple liquid to Castiel. It was a dark thought that had only fleeted across her mind for a moment. No, that would be very wrong, and might actually hurt him. But... perhaps if she drank it... it was such a little bit, it couldn't be harmful to a human. Kerry figured that it would make her feel sexy, engulfing her mind with only sexual thoughts, and maybe if she could get Castiel to answer her calls for him, just being around her would change his mind.

This is stupid, her mind yelled back at her. Stupid and pathetic. Unthinking, desperate little idiot!

Yes, Kerry knew it was a sad, last ditch effort to get Castiel to make love to her again. And she also knew that her brothers would be angry and very critical of her decision when they found out about it, but every time she closed her eyes, she saw Adam reaching for her with those huge, frightened eyes, and she just felt so damn inadequate.

Useless! All their weapons and training and for what? What?!

Kerry held the open vial against her lips, knowing that once she drank of it, there would be no turning back.

Breathe. Just breathe.

Did she really know what would happen once she did it? Did she really?

"Missed him by that much."

Tipping her head back, Kerry drank down the contents of the vial, every last drop.

She was surprised to find that the stuff had a vanilla flavor to it, with a slightly bitter aftertaste.

For a minute, she stayed in the bathroom, just waiting to see what would happen. Then she began to plan how she would do this, depending on where Sam and Dean were right then. If they were still in the living room, Kerry thought she could -

It hit her all at once.

A wave of arousal burned up her spine and filled the space between her legs with an overwhelming, tingling heat, like the sparks caused by the sight of Castiel with an intense look on his face. Kerry began to obsess over the memory of how his fingers felt as they grasped her hips. It was almost like she could feel them right now.

Damn, but the effects of this stuff were good!

She smiled, running a hand along her stomach, when another wave hit her so hard that she moaned out loud.

Kerry slapped her hands over her mouth. The sound that came out of her was so loud and out of her control that her brothers must've heard, if they were anywhere nearby. No one shifted outside the door. She was about to sigh in relief when the arousal burned through her again, making her nipples instantly hard. Kerry mewled.

Within another minute, she could feel that she was very wet between the legs. The sparks of sexual excitement wouldn't stop coming. Kerry began to undulate on the seat, just feeling the lips of her pussy slide together and picturing Castiel in various stages of undress. She spread her legs, yearning for him to come to her, to touch her, to put himself inside her. "Castiel..." she moaned.

Only two minutes had passed since Kerry drank the vial dry, and she already had a strong urge to masturbate, although she preferred that Castiel do it, that he slide his fingers inside her. A few seconds later and she couldn't help it. Kerry's nipples were so hard they hurt. The pain began to grow, a very unpleasant pinching sensation that turned to burning, intense burning. She rubbed her hand over one nipple and then the other through her shirt.

It wasn't enough.

Shortly after, she was a porn watcher's wet dream, like a girl in a Playboy spread. Kerry's shirt pulled up over her chest, exposing her breasts, one hand rubbing and fondling her rock hard nipples, and her jeans fully open, her other hand down her panties and going to town. Kerry panted as she stroked her clit to sloppy wetness, dividing her time between that and putting her fingers up her channel. But there just weren't enough hands on her. She wanted hands all over her body, touching, stroking, fondling, fucking, everything at once.

Spreading her legs wider, Kerry bucked down on her fingers, now fucking herself and thumbing her clit. Her tits shook with every thrust. She panted down at the floor and hoped she would have enough juice left to fuck Castiel next. If he actually came.

But she couldn't seem to satisfy herself.

If anything, Kerry's sexual excitement seemed to only grow with every stroke. No matter how fast and hard she fingered herself or rubbed her clit, she couldn't cum.

"This isn't enough," she said out loud. "Castiel... Castiel? Can you hear me?" Pant, pant. "Please answer me."

He did not answer.

Another minute and mercifully, gratefully, she climaxed. Kerry breathed out a laugh of relief. This wasn't going to get out of her control.

The relief didn't last long. Only a few seconds and she was aroused again.

"Oh God, what have I done?" Kerry said out loud.

As she looked around the bathroom for something to fuck herself with, she prayed that this would end with every second that ticked past.

*****

Sam and Dean looked at each other uneasily at the noises their sister was making from the bathroom, and how loud they were. "She knows we're just a few rooms away," Dean remarked.

"Do you think... she and Castiel...?" Sam looked toward the hallway, leaning over so he could see better.

"Are you sure you want to see anything if she is with Cas again?" Dean asked.

Sam frowned. "No, but..."

Kerry let out a sound that was somewhere between moan and scream.

"Dean, something's not right."

In a few seconds, they were at the door, knocking, trying the knob. "Kerry, are you okay?"

"Help... help me!" she panted.

"The door's locked. What's the matter?"

"I'm sorry, Dean... Sam... I shouldn't have done it. I just didn't know..."

"Kerry, do we need to kick the door down?" Sam took a few steps back, readying himself. "What the hell's going on?"

"Just... give me a second... just a second." They heard something fall to the floor.

"You're scaring me, Kerr. Open the door!" Dean commanded, ramming his shoulder into the door once. Sam followed that up by kicking it.

"Stop!" she begged. "I promise, just a second."

"What are you doing?" Sam asked. Both brothers were worried and starting to get annoyed at not knowing what was happening.

When she opened the door, Kerry's shirt had been pulled down, her pants pulled up, but not fastened. Her face was red and sweaty and her whole body was shaking. "I'm sorry," was the first thing she said.

"Sorry for what?" Dean looked past her into the bathroom. There were no signs of anything being amiss. Kerry's curling iron now lay on the floor, but that was it.

"I, um, I... I don't even know how to explain this." Kerry swiped her sweaty hair off her forehead. "I know you won't understand why I did it, but, uh..." She stood there panting. A hand stole to her stomach, rubbing absently under the waistband of her jeans. "I'm in real trouble here."

"Kerry, what - "

Suddenly she pitched forward, doubled over Sam's arm; he winced a little because his injuries weren't fully healed. Kerry held her lower torso near her crotch. "Oh damn... oh God, oh God, oh God, now it hurts! It hurts so much!"

"What hurts?! What did you do?!" Dean yelled.

Sam tried to cradle her against his chest, but she danced erratically on her feet as she dug in her pocket. When she brought the vial out and held it up, the fingers holding it were shaking so badly she nearly dropped it. "I'm sorry. I drank this."

Dean took the little bottle and carefully read the words their father had printed down one side. His eyes grew large, horrified. "'Incubus Spirit'? Did you get this out of Dad's storage locker?"

Kerry nodded sheepishly.

"You drank this?!"

She nodded again.

"Why?! Why would you do a thing like that?!"

"I don't know how to explain... it's pathetic, it's awful, I know. Just, please, help me. Get - " Her voice was cut off by another wave of pain. Sam had to hold her up. "Get me Castiel!"

"Castiel?"

"He can satisfy me, I know he can."

"Wait, do we even know what this is?" Dean sniffed the bottle. Although he could smell something gamey, like an animal, it told him nothing; whatever 'Incubus Spirit' was, he had never encountered it before. "It's causing you pain?"

"Dean, pleeeeease, get Castiel here, now. The stuff, it... it's an aphro... a..."

He noticed her undone pants. "An aphrodisiac?"

"Yeah!"

"And you can't satisfy it, can you?"

"No!" Kerry cried, near tears.

"Son of a bitch, Kerry! What were you trying to do?" Dean saw her start to collapse again, and took her from Sam, gathering her up in his arms and off her wobbly legs. "Let me, your arms are still healing. I'm gonna take her to the panic room."

"Why?"

"I don't know, maybe the effects can't reach her there."

"Dean," Sam began, "she ingested it. The panic room isn't going to help."

"What else can we do?" He ran with her toward the basement. "Castiel! Castieeeeeel!"

"Castiel!" Sam called too, and followed them.

His sister groaning in discomfort the whole way, Dean rushed down the stairs with her and into the panic room. He put her on the little bed and ran back out, desperately shutting the door. Then he watched and waited.

Kerry reached for the door, beginning to cry, her free hand pressed uselessly against her lower torso.

"It's not working!" Sam said.

Dean opened the door again. "What the hell are we supposed to do?"

"The only thing... that makes it any better... is, uh... touching myself," Kerry tried to explain.

"Oh." This was a line of thinking neither one of her brothers wanted to entertain. After a beat of silence, they began to call, "Castieeeeel!" in unison.

Kerry nearly fell off the bed when another wave of pain hit her; this was one of the worst. Her body writhing and twisting sideways, she screamed with her head hanging over the side of the mattress. The cry eventually tapered into a wail, but the sound was enough to alarm her brothers beyond reason.

Sam knelt beside the bed and stroked her hair back off her face. "Kerry, what can we do?"

She looked up, seeing Sam and Dean there, and suddenly they were no longer her brothers. They were succulent lips and handsome faces, tight asses and hard dicks. Why did they both have to have such broad chests? "Ohhhh God... no, no, nononono..."

"Kerry?"

"Stop TOUCHING ME!!" she growled. Sam's hands stilled in confusion. Kerry backed away so quickly she fell off the other side of the bed. When Sam jumped up and approached her, she slid herself along the floor and against the opposite wall, trying to will herself out of there. "Don't come near me! Please!"

"What's the matter?"

Seeing that wild look in her eye, Dean put out a hand to stop his brother from getting any closer. "Sam, wait - "

Sam took another step toward her and Kerry suddenly jumped up, growling like an animal, and was on him with one hand wrapped around his neck and the other grasping his crotch. Before he had time to properly react, his sister was kissing him hard on the mouth. Shocked, Sam took hold of her arms and tried to pry her off of him. Kerry massaged his cock through his jeans. The caress was so aggressive, Sam felt his knees go weak as he stumbled backward. A bolt of arousal shot up his spine.

"Holy shit," Dean said to himself. He grabbed Kerry around the waist and helped Sam pry her off of him. She writhed in his arms, howling. Dean tossed her onto the bed. "Get the hell out of here!" he yelled, and they raced for the door. Sam made it out first.

Leaping up and after them, Kerry managed to just catch the back of Dean's belt before he could get out of the room. She yanked hard in an attempt to get his pants down. Dean fought her frantically. When he pried at her fingers, she only grabbed his wrist, trying to pull him back into the room. Sam took hold of Dean's free arm and played tug o' war with Kerry over their brother. The entire time, she snarled like a wild dog in heat.

Dean finally had no choice. He kicked out at whatever he could reach with his foot, connecting with her upper thigh. It was enough to get her to let go of him. Kerry cried out in pain, collapsing to the floor. Dean also lost his balance and fell, quickly rolling out of the way of the door so Sam could slam it shut and turn the lock. A second later, Kerry was up, clawing at the little vent window and screaming in defeat.

The boys took a few moments to catch their breath and digest what had just happened. Had their sister really just tried to rape both of them?

It wasn't long before Kerry's screams dissolved into wailing sobs. "Oh God, what did I just do? I'm sorry... I'm sorry... ohhhhhh GOD!"

"Kerry, don't think about it, okay? You can't help it." Dean still had the little vial in his pocket. He got it out and read the label again. "I think this was incubus jizz."

"Fucking' hell, man..." Sam had to sit down. The arousal had been involuntary, an automatic reaction, he told himself over and over.

"Dude, we gotta get Cas here and now. She's out of her freakin' mind!"

"Incubus?" Sam thought about it a moment. "That's a type of demon."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious."

Ignoring the sarcasm, Sam continued in this train of thought with, "Uh... I know this isn't going to be a popular idea, but..." He sheepishly took out his cell phone. "...who would know more about a demon than another demon?"

Dean paused for an uncomfortable amount of time before he responded. "Sam, no."

"We just get Ruby to swing by so we can ask her some questions about incubi and see what ideas she has. Maybe she knows an antidote or something."

Sighing, Dean leaned against a nearby table and listened to his sister howl in pain and regret for what she'd already done. Who knew how much longer this was going to last? "Okay," he said, closing his eyes and wincing at her cries. "Call her." Then he added, "But you make sure she knows she isn't to lay a finger on Kerry."

Sam furrowed his brow. "What do you think she's going to do?"

*****



Chapter 6: Venom

Word Count this Chapter: 5,334

Ruby looked at anything that Sam asked her to do as an opportunity to gain more and more of his trust. But as she walked down the stairs to Bobby Singer's panic room and stood outside the door, she began to wonder what she'd gotten herself into this time. "What the hell is she singing, Sam?"

"Uh... it's 'Three Little Fishies.'"

Ruby peeked into the panic room through the little vent in the door. Kerry was on the bed, writhing, with her face half-hidden in the pillow. She had managed to keep her clothes on, but her hand was buried in her crotch, clearly pushing the heavy denim of her jeans against her clit in a rhythmic motion. As Ruby had mentioned, she was singing to herself.

"Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem... what-tem Chu! Boop boop... dit-tem dat-tem what-tem... Chu! And they swam, and they... swam..." she sang breathlessly, her voice growing raspy.

Ruby, brow furrowed, looked back at Sam. "Why?"

"It's a concentration technique," Dean explained. He stood nearby, his arms crossed.

"For what?"

"To try to get her mind off what the incubus stuff is doing to her," Sam said.

Ruby smiled mischievously. "Doesn't look like it's working."

Sam cringed.

Rolling his eyes, Dean handed her the empty vial. "Do you recognize that smell?"

Ruby took a whiff of it. "Yup. That's incubus cum alright." She couldn't help but smile, but tried not to grin too big. "Why did your father have a thing like that in his storage locker? Brings up a whole slew of disturbing questions, doesn't it?"

Dean, restraining himself from just hauling off and smacking the demon bitch, instead barked, "Would you stop saying stupid things and just tell us what to do?"

"Hey, or maybe I could leave instead! I don't have to stay here and get yelled at."

"You guys, don't fight," Sam said wearily. "This is about helping Kerry."

"Right, Dean. You two asked me here to help your sister," Ruby scolded, and grinned at him as if she'd just won a prize.

Dean scowled back.

"Well, you're lucky you called me, because I happen to know a thing or two about incubi." While she talked, Ruby walked the room, playing with the vial in her fingers. "The cum, or 'spirit,' of an incubus is a very powerful aphrodisiac. Any human who drinks it will be driven mad with desire... as we've seen." She impishly gestured to the door of the panic room. "But you see, these kinds of things usually happen under more controlled circumstances. An incubus puts only a few drops of their venom in their cum. That way, they can keep control of just how excited their victim becomes." Ruby tapped the bottom of the closed bottle against her lips. "Some people die from too much of this stuff."

Both boys looked alarmed in reaction. Ruby loved that lost puppy look on Sam's face.

"From her reaction, I'd estimate that your sister drank at least a couple of ounces of venom." She wiggled the vial back and forth between her thumb and index finger.

"So what do we do?" Sam asked desperately. "Is there an antidote?"

"In a way." Leaning over him, Ruby said, "She's gotta fuck it out."

Dean, with a sigh, looked up at the ceiling. "So there is no antidote."

"No. Unfortunately, Kerry took a massive overdose. There's no telling how long the effects will last." Ruby glanced at one brother, then the other. "It could be days."

"Christ!" Sam exclaimed, and put a hand over his face.

"With a dose like that, the only thing that will help her is sexual attention. Touching, stroking, fucking, all that." For a moment, Ruby grinned as if that was her idea of the perfect weekend. "It must be constant until the venom wears off. If it's not, she'll be in agony. Her body is so turned on that she craves it every second. It's all part of how incubi work. They make you want it that badly."

"Sounds about like how a demon works," said Dean with a sarcastic smile.

She only grinned back. "Your sister is like a runaway train. If you don't want her to suffer... well, that's impossible, really. Even if you do find her someone to fuck, no one's going to be able to hold out that long."

"Thanks for the reminder, Ruby; it's so helpful," Dean shot back.

"You're welcome. Of course, there is one more solution."

Sam asked, "What is it, Ruby?"

"You bring an incubus in here and let him finish her off in under an hour."

"Finish her off?" Sam's voice was alarmed.

"Not that kind of finishing, Sam. Make her cum. Do it so hard that she won't need anymore attention. Only a sex demon can do that."

Thinking that over, Dean pursed his lips and mused, "Or an angel."

"What?"

"An angel. I bet an angel could do it too."

"An angel?" Ruby laughed. "Well, I wouldn't really know, and I'm certainly not going to find out. I'm sure one of them would fry me to a crisp when he got off. Now..." Again, she leaned over Sam. "Do you want me to call in an incubus or not?"

"Not," Dean instantly answered.

Sam just glared at his brother for a moment before replying. "No, Ruby, you better not. We can't have a demon we don't know or trust in here doing something like that to Kerry." He looked at Ruby, and grew sheepish. "But I do have another idea."

"And what's that?"

"Ruby, um... are you a sex demon?"

Taking a few steps forward, Dean cried, "Are you kidding?!"

"Dean, we know her. We can trust Ruby not to hurt Kerry in any way. What other choice do we have? We can't get Castiel to answer us."

"How do you even know she'll do it?" He gestured toward Ruby. "You're just assuming - "

"Dean!" Sam turned to Ruby. "Ruby, are you?"

She grinned slowly, and lied to him, leaving out a large portion of the truth, about how she served a succubus and was one herself, about how she had carefully held back the venom in her bodily fluids that would have driven him wild every time he drank her blood. Of course, the thing that probably would have infuriated him the most if he found out about it was the fact that a couple of times, she had allowed a few drops of her venom to flow right into his mouth with her blood, just so Sam would get aroused and ravage her.

"No, I'm not specifically a sex demon," Ruby replied, "but all demons have a sexual advantage over humans, and that is through our stamina."

"So, you could... do something to help."

With a sardonic smile, Ruby batted her eyes at him and said, "Sam, are you asking me to fuck your sister?"

"Oh... God." He covered his face with his hands. "How could you say that, Ruby?"

"I'm sorry, I know that's a tough thing for you to ask, but that is what you're asking, isn't it?"

Sam sighed heavily. "Yes, I guess it is."

"Well then." She grinned at them both. "You're in luck, because I'm feeling particularly horny tonight. I've even got some of my toys with me." Ruby patted the animal-print bag slung over her shoulder. "A girl can never be too prepared for a hot weekend."

Disgusted, Dean said, "Christ, would you shut up? You know you're talking about our sister, right?"

"Yes, your sister who, for some kooky little reason only she understands, drank a vial full of demon spooge. Now you want me to clean up her disturbed little mess. I don't have to do it, you know."

Lowering his head, Dean mumbled, "I know."

"Then maybe you should show me a little respect."

Dean remembered when Castiel had said something similar, but for entirely different reasons. "If I had it my way, I'd prefer it not be you. But since you're the only one here, I'll try to be nicer."

"But, Dean..." She smiled impishly at him. "I'm not the only one here."

Sam groaned at what she was suggesting. "Ruby, please."

The three peered through the window at Kerry, still curled into a ball of agony, still trying to shift her focus to that silly little children's song. "How are we going to do this?" Sam asked. "Ruby can't go in there with her, in a demon-proof room."

"We'll have to take her out."

"How?"

"Very carefully." Dean called through the window. "Kerry, we're coming in. We've found someone to... uh, relieve some of your tension."

Her head popped up and she glanced hopefully toward the door. "Castiel?"

"No... now, I need you to concentrate real hard so this doesn't wind up like last time. Okay?"

"Okay," Kerry replied, her face crawling with shame. As the door came open, she
took a deep breath to steady herself.

When she saw Dean step in, Sam just behind him, she looked away, singing again. "'Whee!' yelled the little fishies, 'Here's a lot of fun. We'll swim in the sea till the day is done.' They swam and they swam, and it was a lark. Till all of a sudden they saw a shark!" Dean scooped Kerry up off the bed, and she swallowed hard, singing louder. Her voice began to crack with overuse. "Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem, Chu! Boop boop... dat-tem... Chu! And they... swam..."

Dean carried her up the stairs as quick as his legs could go. "You're singing it wrong. You were at the shark part."

"Oh, yeah. The... shark..." Kerry took a deep whiff of his neck. "You smell so good."

"Till all of a sudden they saw a shark," Dean sang, trying to get her back on track. He carried her into the guest bedroom.

"'Help!' cried the little fishies... 'Gee! Look at all the whales!' Quick... as they could, they..." When he tried to lay her out on one of the beds, Kerry grabbed hold of the collar of her brother's T-shirt and wouldn't let go. "And they swam... and they swam... back over the dam." She went in to kiss his neck, the sound of ripping fabric coming from between her fingers.

Dean pried her off of him. "Ruby!"

Ruby stepped in, pushing past Dean and grabbing Kerry's wrists; she climbed on top of her and pinned her down to the bed. "Behave."

"Get off me!" Kerry cried, starting to fight.

The demon was stronger than her. "You've been a very naughty, very stupid girl, Kerry. If you don't get some relief to this predicament you've gotten yourself into, you could wind up in an asylum or the morgue. I don't think you're in a position to be picky about your sexual partners."

"But... Castiel."

"The angel hasn't shown up. It's either me or your brothers, and even though you don't seem to mind, they do. You kinky thing you."

The fact that Castiel hadn't shown up made her want to cry. "But I'm not bisexual."

"What difference does that make now?" Ruby brought a large dildo out of her bag. "If you're good, I'll let you be on top next."

Leaving the door slightly ajar, Sam and Dean retreated a few feet and each sank into a chair. Although neither one was particularly enthusiastic to hear the sounds they knew would be coming from that room, they couldn't just leave their sister entirely alone with a demon. "I hope this works," Sam said.

What he did not know was that Ruby could have ended this whole thing in under an hour, being a succubus herself. But Ruby was not a charitable demon. Kerry had said some cruel things to her in the past, and even bashed her over the head with a shovel once while trying to help her brother steal Ruby's knife. They would both pay for that now. Ruby would not end this by finishing Kerry off. She would make a show of it, and then leave Dean to have to continue the job. Ah, the anguish that would cause them made the demon smile. Just the idea of it made her hornier than hell.

Ruby got off the bed, beginning to remove her clothes. "If you want it, you better get naked."

For a moment, Kerry eyed the tiger-print bag, and then watched Ruby take off her jacket. "What else you got in there?" She sat up.

"One of those strap-on things. You've already seen the size of the dildo. Is that how big your brother is?"

Cringing, Kerry groaned, "Fuck, you're such a bitch."

"What do you want from me? I'm a demon - hello?" She pulled her tight shirt off over her head. "I'm doing you a favor. The least you could do is let me have a little fun."

Kerry found herself surprised to be looking at Ruby's breasts in the lacy black bra, only they were tits, round, firm, perky tits, and Kerry wanted to touch them, to suck on them. She started to pant again.

Ruby saw her looking, and grinned. "Boy, that stuff is really messing you up, isn't it? You want to fuck your brothers, now a woman, a woman possessed by a demon. Anything goes, huh?"

"Please stop talking."

Ruby pushed down her pants. She stood before Kerry in sexy high-cut underwear, still working off her high-heel boots. "You gonna get naked or what?"

With a lick of her lips, Kerry jumped up off the bed and rushed over to Ruby, putting her hands on the demon's sides and rubbing her appreciatively. She slowly moved toward Ruby's tits, panting against her cleavage.

"Go ahead and touch them."

Kerry looked up at her and then back down at her chest. This was the permission she wanted, and she cupped Ruby's breasts, thumbing for her nipples.

Grinning wider, Ruby stepped out of her jeans. "Mmm, that's good." She lifted Kerry's chin. "Now you."

When Kerry just stared at her stupidly, Ruby rolled her eyes and grabbed the hem of the other woman's shirt, yanking up on it. Kerry allowed her to pull her shirt off over her head. "You're in a sex venom haze," she commented, and snickered. "Don't worry, I can put you right."

"You've got a really nice body," Kerry said.

"Thank you. I chose well, hm?" Ruby took her by the shoulders and moved her back to the bed.

After she got Kerry to sit down, Ruby took her by the chin again and kissed her, a dirty kiss that was all tongue. Kerry made several sounds that were part relieved sigh, part moan. Then Ruby roughly laid her back and yanked down her jeans and panties, getting them out of the way.

Kerry allowed herself to be acted upon. Ruby was the demon and so Kerry looked at her as some sort of expert on what was happening to her; she figured Ruby knew what she was doing.

The demon climbed on top of Kerry again, straddling her. Ruby rubbed her own stomach slowly and moved her hand down into her panties, putting a look of ecstasy on her face. She stroked several times at her clit. "Mmmmm, ohhhh..." she moaned.

Kerry watched, panting. "That's so damn sexy," she said, voice pleading.

Ruby loved teasing her. "I've got my pussy almost completely shaved. Just a landing strip left. You wanna see?" Lowering the waistband of her panties a bit, Ruby showed her the small strip of pubic hair, and then pushed the fabric down enough for Kerry to see her glistening lips. "You wanna lick my pussy, don't you?"

"Mmm, mmm..." Kerry made helpless noises as she nodded with enthusiasm.

"I'll let you." Ruby nonchalantly took off her bra before maneuvering herself so she could slip off her panties and toss them on the floor. She walked up the bed on her knees, straddling Kerry's face. "If you please me good, I'll give you a nice, hard fuck."

Kerry said nothing, only nodded dutifully, and buried her face between Ruby's legs.

"Mm, yes!" Ruby growled as Kerry sucked on her clit. She took hold of Kerry's hair and pushed her up against her crotch until she was sucking and chewing on Ruby's pussy with her lips. "Make sure you put your teeth into it too."

Ruby let her go at it for almost ten minutes. At times, she took hold of the headboard and gyrated against Kerry's mouth, fucking her face and moaning loudly so the brothers could hear her. Near the end, she had stopped doing that and was just holding Kerry's head with both of her hands, fingers digging into her hair, keeping her from doing anything but eating her pussy. Kerry's mouth and chin glistened with Ruby's juices.

Ruby came for a second time. Crying out and shaking, she held Kerry's head against her clit hard enough for it to be unpleasant for Kerry, but clearly not caring. When Kerry tried to pull away, Ruby wrapped the girl's hair around her hand and yanked on it, then literally sat on her face so she couldn't move until Ruby was through. "Mmm, oh yeah... yes, yes... oh, that was good."

Kerry began to struggle with a whimper.

Ruby finally rocked back on her knees and allowed Kerry to breathe. "You're such a wimp," she laughed, and pinned Kerry to the bed once more by her wrists. "Thanks for the head. Did you like licking my pussy? Hm? Putting your mouth all over me and sucking my dirty clit?" Ruby smacked her face lightly. "You should eat pussy more often; you're good at it."

"Please just fuck me."

"Oh, you want it, do you?" Ruby leaned down to lick her own juices off Kerry's face, turning it into a deep tongue kiss. "You want me to put on my nice, big dick and slide it in you, baby?"

"Uh huh."

"How hard do you want me to fuck you?"

"As hard as you can."

Ruby got the strap-on apparatus and began to put it together. There were parts of it that she deliberately did not use; it was possible to put another dildo in it that Ruby could fuck herself with, but she wanted to be partially unsatisfied when they were done screwing. Riding Kerry's face again sounded like nothing but pure fun. She did, however, intend to use the clit vibe on herself. "Looooook," Ruby crooned, picking up the long dildo and inserting it into the hole in the front. "It's so big."

Kerry made aroused, helpless noises.

Once she had everything set up, Ruby turned on the clit vibe and just enjoyed it for a few seconds. "Ohhhh, that's nice," she moaned.

Kerry looked at her expectantly.

"Oh dear, did I forget about you? So sorry." Rolling her eyes, Ruby pulled one of Kerry's legs over her shoulder, turning her so that she lay partially on her side. "Look at you. You're so wet." She rubbed a finger over Kerry's clit, making lazy circles. That got her to squeal. Ruby sucked the juices off her finger. "Hm. You're a quart low," she teased, and slid the dildo up inside her.

Ruby waited until Kerry was thoroughly lost in the sex to say anything else. She made full, hard strokes with the dildo; Kerry grabbed her pillow and hugged it to her face and chest, sometimes trying to hide herself in it. She panted and moaned into it as Ruby fucked her. With a grin, Ruby began to fondle Kerry's clit again, using quick circular strokes. It made Kerry grip the pillow harder and mewl. "You know, this thing looks familiar," Ruby said. She pulled the dildo almost all the way out as if to look at it, then shoved it back in. Kerry mewled again. "Yeah, I've definitely seen a dick like that before," she panted, and then added, "Looks just like Sammy's."

Kerry let out a frustrated snarl while Ruby just tittered impishly. "Don't you wish you could get your little brother in here, Kerry? I gotta tell ya... he's nice and big, and really takes his time. Wouldn't it be nice if we could both take you at the same time?"

"God, Ruby, can't you please stop saying such horrible things?!" Kerry cried, near tears. She covered her face with her hand.

Ruby did not stop. "Admit it. You want both Dean and Sam on you at the same time. They're such good-looking guys. Sucking your tits, stroking your clit, one doing you from each end... mmm, sounds pretty good to me."

"Stop!"

Ruby rubbed at her clit without mercy. "Say it, or I won't fuck you anymore."

Kerry kept the pillow against her face as she said, "I want... Sam and Dean."

"Say it again. You're so turned on that you want your brothers to fuck you."

"I... I'm so turned on... I want Sam and Dean."

"To fuck you."

Kerry swallowed hard, two tears running down her face. "To fuck me."

"Very gooooooood," Ruby crooned, and stroked the side of her face. "Now turn over and I'll do you like a dog."

She was a bit tired of looking at Kerry's face anyway. Now the girl could bury practically her whole face in the pillow while her ass was up in the air, Ruby fucking her from behind. She leaned down on Kerry's back so she could reach around and divide her time between fondling her tits and rubbing her clit. Ruby enjoyed bringing her fingers wet with Kerry's juices to her mouth and making Kerry suck on them. She wished there was some way she could sneak Sam into the room and have him take over for her without Kerry's knowledge, just so she could see the girl's face when she realized it was her little brother fucking her instead. Ruby pictured Sam naked while she came.

An hour later and they were still going at it. Kerry must've cum at least eight times, but it wasn't satiating her lust. Ruby was starting to get bored. Just for a little variety, she insisted on tying Kerry up. "I've got these scarves in my bag," she said. "I won't knot them very tight, so you can get out of them if you like."

"Whatever, just do it."

"You just wanna get fucked, right?" Ruby bound her wrists together, then tied the scarf to one of the slats in the headboard. With a wicked grin, she wrapped her panties around Kerry's mouth and tied a knot in them to keep them there, gagging her. "Oh, now that's sexy."

Reaching into the bag, Ruby brought out a longer, thicker dildo. "Do you want this?"

Kerry growled against the panty gag and nodded quickly.

"Good choice."

A minute later and Kerry was straining against the scarves, pulling on them to make them dig into her wrists, unable to stop crying out as Ruby fucked her with the huge sex toy. The sheets were wet underneath them. "Listen to those sounds," Ruby said, indicating the noises the sex was making. Kerry hid her face against her arm.

Another hour and Kerry still wasn't satisfied. Ruby removed the strap-on, tossing it to the floor. "Apparently, this thing is useless." She made sure Kerry was still tied up and gagged, that nothing had slipped off, before removing the two rings on the fingers of her right hand and placing them on the nightstand. Kerry watched her, wondering what she was going to do. Then she got in between Kerry's legs, trying to spread them as much as possible, and put all of her fingers inside her. "You're so wet, you don't even need any lube," Ruby commented, and slid almost her entire fist into Kerry's channel.

Kerry screamed, arching her back. The scream was muffled by Ruby's panties, but Sam and Dean still heard it.

There was a lot of resistance, but Ruby managed to slide it in, and then patted Kerry's cheek with her free hand. "See, that wasn't so bad."

When they rushed into the room, Sam and Dean could only gawk in horror before turning away, their faces flushing awkwardly. "You're hurting her!" Sam cried.

"I am not; look at her, she's already cumming."

It was true - Kerry's body shook with an orgasm. She clearly arched herself down onto Ruby's hand as if she liked it.

"She can't help it," Dean said. He himself couldn't help taking brief looks; he hadn't seen anything like that since a really raunchy porno he had watched once when he was in a particularly dirty mood.

"Why do you have her tied up like that, then?" Sam asked, his voice full of anguish at seeing his sister in such a position.

"Because I like the way it looks," Ruby answered matter-of-factly.

When the two men still stood there, unable to move, Ruby gave them orders. "Either you guys trust me and march yourselves right back out that door, or get over here and help me. I may be fisting your sister, but she needs all the attention she can get if we're ever going to finish this."

That anguished look had crumpled into tears when Sam heard the 'get over here and help me' part; he covered his mouth and retreated from the room. Dean got as far as 'fisting your sister' before turning to leave, a disgusted look on his face. He left with a parting comment. "If you hurt her, I'll..." His hand curled into a fist and he went out the door into the hall.

Ruby shook her head. "Wussies." She started to move the hand inside Kerry a few inches forward and a few inches back at a time, setting up a nice rhythm.

Kerry shut her eyes tight, howling into the gag with every small thrust. She had never felt anything so explosive in her life, although she wasn't sure it was something she could stand without the incubus venom in her system.

Ruby smiled. The wet noises coming from between Kerry's legs were louder than ever before. It made her hot. "You're being good. I'll be nice to you." Ruby sucked at Kerry's tits while she fucked her.

Sam and Dean stood doubled-over in the hall, hands on their knees. The sound of their ragged breathing and Sam's sniffles seemed somehow louder than the cries coming from the guest room. "I... I never wanted to see anything like that," Sam said, his voice breaking.

Dean agreed, nodding. "This had better finish it."

It did not. Ruby kept it up for half an hour, and just stopped counting orgasms at twelve. Kerry was exhausted. Secretly, she knew it wasn't about how many orgasms Kerry had, but how long it took for the venom to work its way out of her system. The method did not matter. The ferocity of the sex did not matter. All that mattered was constant stimulation. But Ruby was having too much fun not to take it to these extreme levels.

She insisted to Kerry that if she could just get her to cum as hard as she could that it would all be over. "Get ready, baby," Ruby snickered, and pushed her hand into Kerry's channel up to the wrist.

Kerry squirmed, raising up off the bed, and screamed against the gag. It hurt so good. Her thighs quaked with yet another orgasm before she slumped to the bed, fainting.

Damn. Ruby withdrew her hand and slapped Kerry's cheeks a few times. "Hey. Wake up. You gotta get me off now."

Kerry did not awaken.

"You puss." Ruby wickedly rubbed the juices that coated her hand all over Kerry's tits and stomach, making her chest glisten. She went into the tiger-print bag, took out a digital camera, and snapped off a picture. Not only did she want to remember this, all of it, but she wanted Kerry to remember it. The combination of elements got the demon hotter than she could stand - the only thing that would have made it more arousing was being able to choke Kerry with one of the scarves while she fucked her. Ruby shrugged and set herself up a little scene.

She wrapped one of the scarves around Kerry's neck, the red sparkly one, her favorite, and pretended to choke the girl while fucking herself with the larger dildo. Kerry did not regain consciousness the whole time. In the end, Ruby wound up fucking her clit into Kerry's slack mouth. It got her off well enough. The demon cried out and arched her back, her free hand gripping the top of the headboard.

She did not bother to clean herself up, or Kerry. Ruby wanted to smell like sex when she went out into the hall. She put her clothes back on, gathered up all of her things, untied Kerry, and left the room. The idea that she was wearing panties that had gagged the Winchester wench for hours could almost get her excited again.

Sam looked up when she came through the door. "Is it over?"

"I'm sorry, Sam, I did everything I could, but I just can't satisfy that bitch. I'm outta here."

Jumping up, Sam grabbed her arm. "Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm leaving. I have better things to do than fuck your sister all night. Buh-bye." Ruby turned to go.

"Ruby, please! We need your help."

Even Dean begged her to stay. "Please, Ruby."

She knew they would react that way. Ruby sighed. "Guys, your sister drank too much of that stuff. It was full of the demon's venom, and in a situation like that, it will be a while before it's all out of her system. You're just going to have to wait it out."

"Isn't there anything else you can do?" Dean asked.

"You saw me in there, giving it my all." Ruby held up her hand, then made a show of counting the jewelry on her fingers. "Am I missing a ring...?"

Both boys winced. "Cut the shit, Ruby. Please, just... do anything."

"You said you didn't want an incubus in here. But maybe there's something else I can do."

"What is it?" Sam questioned hopefully.

"Well, with an incubus, sex is his business. Some build fucking machines. Maybe I can borrow one."

"A fucking machine?" Dean said; he sounded dubious.

"Are you telling me you don't remember those from Hell?" Ruby asked him. "I can't believe they didn't use them on you."

Dean put his head in his hands and just breathed, obviously angered by her relentless teasing.

Sam tried to switch the focus back to her suggestion. "How does a fucking machine work?"

"Duh, Sam. It fucks. It fucks without end. Somehow, demons have invented a perpetual motion machine. They put a dildo on it and it just fucks, and fucks, and fucks... phew." She fanned herself. "They're amazing."

"It never stops?"

"No. It never gets tired. It just goes and goes. Something that isn't so great for someone who isn't ready for it, but could be just the thing we need in this situation."

Sam was nodding. "Get us one."

"Sure thing." Before Ruby left, she added, "Your sister is resting. She will probably sleep for a few hours. I'd take advantage of it, and get something to eat." She leaned over Dean, her hand on his shoulder. "Rest up. If I can't get one of those machines, you'll have to go in."

That was it. Dean swiped at her, trying to backhand Ruby across the face. She ducked out of the way, snickering. "Good one, you almost hit me."

A few seconds later and she was gone. Ruby hadn't yet decided if she would actually come back.

Sam peeked in on his sister. She was flat on her back, snoring lightly. He covered her up with the rumpled sheets and prayed to himself that Ruby would return before Kerry awakened.

On to Chapter 7: Jumping on the Grenade

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