“Can’t believe we just missed her!”

It was day nine of their hunt for Bela, making it a little over a week now.

Dean had literally had to put the pedal to the metal when their little side adventure cost them to lose Bela. It was moments like these where Dean hated vengeful ghosts more so, thinking that the dead just needed to get over with whatever that had happened to them; fortunate for the brothers, it had been an easy case to solve, but no matter what, Dean still hated losing the time that could be spent in recovering the Colt, because, without it the war was pretty much lost – and it had yet to get here.

“Sarah find out where she’s headed to next?” The youngest Sterling sister was Sam’s counterpart, and was – in Dean’s opinion – a hell of a lot smarter than his brother, which baffled Dean. At this point, he had accepted it, because, that girl had the know how in tracking someone down with that nifty laptop of hers. Where as Sam was stuck using his Blackberry during their travels in the Impala, Sarah had once told Dean that she had the computer capability and was growing in the field of hacking.

As he released the gas pedal, Dean began to make a turn that would not cause the Impala to topple over and go rolling with the speed he was going at. “She better be connected with everyone else!”

The dark-haired woman continued to ravage the man’s body in heated passion, not just was pleasure on her part but to seek the revenge against the woman with whom he had committed the seventh commandment: Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery. Not only did he release sighs of pleasure, but his breathing had become suffocative like he was gasping for that fresh breath of air, but fought it due to fearing that he might lose this moment of excitement. With heated palms, she pressed them against his chest causing his heart to strain as she rode him.

At the time of climax, a devilish grin marked her red lips just before she cried in ecstasy. As her back arched, and nails dug into his shoulders – literally piercing the flesh – she would laugh maniacally at the sound of his pain. She gazed down at him and with a smirk, felt the exiting of his penis by unnatural means. Sharp razors within her vagina had sliced off the partner's penis, leaving him in unbearable pain that sent his body into shock. Once she had rendered him helpless, canines emerged from gums pushing out the ones she had already.

Red eyes snapped toward the sound of a crashing door while a guttural growl sounded from the base of her throat. This was an event she certainly wasn’t expecting, especially as a young, blond woman came charging into the room.

Even though Jo’s first reflex was to turn and hurl her afternoon meal, she kept the barrel of the shotgun trained on the succubi. “Can’t say he didn’t deserve it, but…,” BANG! Two rounds of salt rounds penetrated the demonic spirit’s naked chest, causing it to disperse into nothingness. The body of the young woman that it had possessed however wasn’t as lucky. Jo stepped toward the bloody scene and peered at the girl and witnesses as she shriveled into an old hag. Getting the spirit was beginning to prove to be a bitch; it had already left over a dozen dead men, and a handful of young women dying of old age.

Just as Jo was preparing to leave the house, she felt an overwhelming heat build within the depth of her gut. Exiting the room, and dropping her shot gun, Jo clasped onto the wooden railing and leaned against it, gasping. Oh god, no. She had become possessed by the spirit itself.