Puppet Food Part 4
Title: Puppet Food (13 - 16)
Summary: Bruised, tired and mentally exhausted from their previous hunt, the boys decide to take a break before they look for the next one. Unfortunately for them, their next hunt finds them first. Contains mature material.
Characters/Pairings: Gen, Dean, Sam, Sam/OMC, OMCs
Author:
chocca2
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: *sigh* No, I Still don’t own them, I don’t own much, in fact there have been questions surrounding the ownership of my mind. However, saying that, any characters you don’t recognize have been derived from my head.
Warnings: Violence, graphic descriptions, Strong language, slight noncon (if you squint), Dark fic
Author’s Note: This was originally posted it on Fanfiction.net. Now, this is just one of the many ideas in this crazy head of mine, it’s a ‘Vamp fic’ with a twist. Without giving too much away, there will be Sam and Dean Angst, but mostly Sammy and more protective Dean. Basically Sam's on the menu. They like to play with their food first….
It’s a bit of a slow start but will pick up quickly. It's another a long story (around 45,800 words in total) so I have arranged/grouped the chapters together make it a bit more manageable to read. It's complete so I'll post the rest in a few days. Reviews are very welcome!
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)
We see you laugh
We see you dance
We take that away
Every day
We see you cry
We turn your head
Then we slap your face
We see you try
We see you fail
Some things never change
We hear you cry
We hear you wail
We steal that smile from your face
Bow down to live
Your life
Head down, hide that smile
Head high got to smile
Head high like a song you like
Soundgarden - head down
"Shh" Dean snapped and grabbed Sam’s wrist. He lowered his frame along with his younger brother the whole time his eyes and ears were firmly set on their target.
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"Like I said, I know my friend is staying here." Tristan placed his hands on to the counter and stared at the motel manager.
"I don’t know how many times I’m gonna say this, I can’t give out that information, ‘sides if you’re such a ‘good friend’ why can’t you call him or something?" The motel manager questioned his brow raised as he realised he had made a great point.
"Look, he had too much drink, left his cell behind! So I can’t ring him, but I know he’s here. I’ll refresh your memory, I’m looking for a young man named Sam Winchester." Tristan’s smile faded along with his patience, it was at this point that he realised that the motel manager was not going to grant him his request and he would have to do things the hard way.
Sam watched the older hunter flinch at the name spoken by the man in the motel reception. Dean muttered some whispered curses while he released the safety on his gun and Sam was sure he heard the word ‘dead’ among the numerous rambling.
Dean’s breathing was deep and slowed, he could see his older brother was trying hard to stay calm. He instinctively grabbed his shoulder in response.
"Well I can tell you now, you’re wasting your time, there’s no ‘Winchester’ here, so unless you’re planning on booking a room, get the hell outta here cause I told you already, I don’t want any trouble." the motel manger stood taller and matched the intense glare.
"That’s it." Dean stood up, being careful to stay out of view. He briefly faced Sam before his attention was back on Tristan. "I’ve heard enough, that man is dead." Dean saw the fright that travelled through the young man before him, Sam looked very pale.
"First we get some answers" He added, "Stay behind me, stay close!" There was no hiding it, Sam was scared, his heart was beating hard against his chest. He could hardly breathe, making him feel very light headed.
‘Get a grip.’ He thought to himself.
Sam released his safety and followed Dean who etched closer to the entrance of the reception. Tristan inhaled loudly and pushed himself away from the counter, he backed up staring daggers into the man before him.
"Fine!" He replied before turning his back to walk out of the small lobby. He pulled out a cigarette that he placed between his lips and flipped his lighter, ready to ignited the stick in his mouth. The flame wavered and before he could register what had hit him he was up against the wall with a blinding pain on his arm. It was followed by the smell of singed hair and flesh, his flesh. He went to cry out in pain, but was stopped by the strong hand that pressed his mouth shut.
He felt hot tears run from his eyes while the burning sensation continued.
"You’re lucky I need you alive a for while!" Dean grit his teeth and pushed him hard against the wall. He closed the lighter and placed it into his pocket. He quickly turned his head to look at Sam.
Sam watched the events that played out in front of him, it all seemed to happen in slow motion and the ground beneath him felt like jelly or was it his legs? He wasn’t quite sure. Breathing, however had become a difficult task and he concentrated on two things, staying as close to Dean as safely possible and staying conscious. The second was becoming harder to do. Dean sighed when he saw his brother, he could tell Sam was close to passing out.
‘Damn it.’ He thought to himself, he wasn’t angry at Sam, but rather at the situation, this was really not a good time.
"Sam, we’re going back to the room." Dean jerked his head to the direction of their room. He grabbed more of Tristan’s shirt up against his neck, "You try anything…" Dean felt no need to finish the sentence, the look on Tristan’s face confirmed this.
Sam nodded and began the short walk back towards their room, he began panting and counting the steps.
‘I can make it.’ He repeated over and over to himself.
Dean followed his younger brother, giving him just enough room to be safely away from the man in his grip and at the same time, enough room to catch him should Sam fall before getting back to their room.
Sam stood with one of his hands on the door frame, the other with the key held in his grip. He made another attempt to connect it to the key hole and failed again. Sam swallowed hard, he closed his eyes for brief moment, when he opened them he placed the key into the hand held out in front of him. Dean unlocked the door and waited for Sam to stumble in ahead before shoving Tristan inside.
The older Winchester slammed the door shut and walked himself and Tristan towards the small table, he roughly pulled out a chair while commanded him.
"Sit!" The older hunter watched Tristan hesitate and shoved him down in the chair, grabbing tightly around the burn on the bartender’s arm. Dean turned his head to see Sam standing close behind him, the youngest brother rocked dangerously forward.
"Whoa, you too Sam. Sit down and I’ll be with you in a minute." Dean spoke slightly softer, however it was an order that Sam also obeyed with a weak nod. He cautiously lowered himself to the bed and shuffled back to rest against the head board.
Dean had been thankful that he had brought in the bag containing some of their weapons and provisions, including the rope that he used to secure Tristan firmly to the chair. Once he was confident that the captive was securely tied down, he turned his attention to his younger brother who now had his eyes closed and his head rested against the wall.
"Sammy?" Dean uncapped a bottle of water, he moved to place a hand on his brother’s shoulder. Upon seeing the glassy eyes that met his, he smiled and offered the water.
"How are you doing kiddo?" He asked in a hushed tone that was soft and caring, making the younger Winchester swallow the lump in his throat.
Sam fought with himself, knowing they had Tristan to deal with, hell they had a whole group of vampires that for some reason wanted his blood. Sam was close to breaking point. He closed his eyes briefly, just wanting everything to go away and when he opened them, he saw Tristan’s desperate eyes behind his brother’s shoulder. He took a deep breath and straightened.
"I’ll be okay, Dean." Sam took the water and sipped it slowly. "Thanks." He whispered before tilting his head towards the man sat behind them.
Dean squeezed his brother’s shoulder and stood, he advanced towards the table. "I’m gonna remove the gag, you speak when I say you can! Is that clear?" Dean stood, towering over the young captive who nodded in response. When the gag was removed he released a few coughs before looking up at the tall hunter.
"Sam… He’s going to get Sam if you don’t get out of here… That’s what I came to tell yooo…" Dean held the man’s face roughly with his lips scrunched together, Dean drew close to the man’s eyes, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
"Didn’t I make myself clear? I said you talk when I say you can."
"Dean…let him…" Dean turned briefly to see Sam’s desperate eyes.
Tristan looked warily at both men before finishing.
"Lucas." Tristan looked to Sam then back down towards the floor in a shameful manner. "My brother, he’s already tasted Sam, I know him and he’ll want more, that and…"
"And What?!" Dean snapped impatiently.
"And Anthony knows. He knows about you, about your connections and that’s why he wants you both gone, one way or another…" Tristan saw Dean’s face and turned his head to the ground again.
"Funny you should mention that, I was thinking the exact same thing, except I’m pretty sure about how I want you ‘gone’…" Dean smirked before straightening his face.
"Sam’s very vulnerable, with his abilities and Lucas’s abilities, he can use them to get hold of Sam whenever he wants…" Tristan jerked towards the shrieking sound that was heard outside of the room. Dean cocked his gun up in defence, aiming towards the darkness outside, night had fallen upon them quickly. He carefully began to move over to where Sam lay. Another high pitched shriek filled the room.
"Shit! They found us! Shit, shit, shit!" Tristan cursed while he wriggled and tried to free himself.
Sam felt the sensation travel through his body, it gripped his whole frame and paralysed him to the bed. He could only watch as Dean attempted to bridge the short gap between them. Dean stopped and dropped his weapon, his eyes grew wide and it became clear that none of the three occupants in the room had any control.
It was only a matter of seconds before both his brother and the captive Tristan lost consciousness in front of him. The younger hunter sat helplessly, watching Dean’s crumpled form. He tried to cry out to wake his brother, but his cries went unheard. Sam closed his eyes and salty tears rolled down his cheeks to coat trembling lips.
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Sam felt disconnected from his body, he felt like dead weight, unable to control any of his actions. He could taste his tears, his eyes were stinging, and he felt the moisture cling to his cheeks, confirming that he was crying. It took a few seconds for him to remember the cause of his anguish and fear, his uncertain, frightened emotions grew when he opened his eyes, scanned his surroundings and found Dean nowhere in sight.
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Dean woke with a start and fought with his body and vertigo to point the weapon he had in his hands around the room. He sighed and stood quickly, making his way towards the empty bed where Sam had been only seconds before.
"No, no, no. Not again!" Dean’s breath came with struggle as his heart pounded out of fear for his brother.
"Sam?"
Dean placed his trembling hands over his face. He looked at the crumpled sheets where his brother once was and cursed loudly, he growled and kicked the cheap, hollow bed frame with a force that vibrated through the walls of the room. Dean was angry, frustrated and had only one thing in mind and that was to get Sam back.
His attention was diverted to a groan that came from the other side of the room, he directed his raging eyes towards Tristan who was slowly coming to.
"You’re going to tell me where Sam is and you’re going to tell me now or you’ll wish we had never met!"
Without waiting for a reply, there was no need, it wasn’t a question or a request, it was an order. Dean raced towards Tristan and began untying the rope restraints.
"Before you open your filthy little mouth, there’s something you’ve got to understand, you fuck with me, you’re Dead! You got that?" Dean spat.
The captive nodded and looked up at the fuming hunter with wide, timid eyes.
‘Damn he looks scary’ Tristan thought to himself, Dean was intimidating before, but now he was sure that this man was not one to mess with, especially when Sam was involved. Tristan had considered not giving the location in fear of what would happen to him after, but it didn’t take long to see that there was a danger should he hold any information back from the seething hunter.
Tristan looked down at his feet, he lifted his trembling hands to view them, realizing that he was free from the ropes, and had been for a few minutes. His eyes travelled up again just in time to see the hunter before him unsheathe an extremely long, shiny, and what looked to be very deadly, machete.
Dean gently tested the sharpness of the blade with his thumb, the gentle touch alone drew blood that he wiped on his jeans. He studied the blade, twisting it from side to side before carefully sliding it back into the protective cover. The hunter nodded to himself.
‘Definitely sharp enough for decapitation should I need to use it to slice the head off this joker’s shoulders...or I could use it for the vampires.’ He thought with a sort of sick amusement. Dean gathered his bag containing wooden stakes, gasoline, holy water, a crucifix and an empty Jar.
"Right! We’re stopping off at the hospital morgue. You take me to wherever those fuckers are, and I get Sam back! Any questions!" Dean gritted through his teeth as he spoke. He grabbed Tristan’s arm and walked him towards the door.
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Gravity told the young Winchester that he was upright. It also told him that he was being held up by something that felt a lot like a metal. His head drooped over his chest and he watched as blood dripped from his lips onto the ground before him. His legs and feet didn’t seem to want to respond and they remained draped on top of each other.
He could taste the coppery tang of blood in his throat, felt the warm liquid seeping up into his mouth and could do nothing but watch it spill out onto the floor in a small puddle. Sam flinched and forced his head up when he heard a hissing sound to his left, he sensed a presence come up from behind him and it was followed by something else that fleetingly brushed past his left. He jerked himself away each time, causing a burning pain to travel through his bare and bruised body. He closed his eyes and tried to ride the wave of nausea that hit him almost instantly.
"You really shouldn’t try to move."
Sam turned his head, not sure which direction the words were coming from. The young Winchester felt like his head was too heavy and he let it drop low towards the ground. God he wished his brother would hurry up, he wasn’t sure how long he could hold on.
"You won’t have to wait too long."
"He’s right, it’ll all be over soon." Came another, unfamiliar voice.
Tittering came from several voices, both male and female, it wasn’t clear to the young hunter the location they were coming from.
"The taste is amazing, he really is alluring it’s he?" Spoke a female voice.
"Indeed!" Replied another.
"He’s just so full of pain and suffering, it’s intoxicating!"
"I can’t get enough!"
Sam shook his head, it was now clear that the voices he could hear were in his head. He squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in a sob.
"What… what do you …want from me?" He panted, trying to catch his breath from speaking, it was now barely a whisper.
"He’s so reluctant to use his mind, he holds so much power yet he doesn’t use it?"
"We know you can hear us Winchester, just try to relax."
"Ha-ha.. Yeah relax, we don’t need to taste your fear as well." The chuckling continued, echoing against the stone walls.
"That’s not the only thing I want to taste of him. My, I can see why Lucas wanted him to himself, this one is just … mmm…" A long haired woman strolled over to Sam’s form, she hissed, showing her fangs to the weakened hunter. With a long nailed finger, she lifted Sam’s chin and forcefully planted her lips over his. When she withdrew, she licked her lips suggestively and cackled loudly at Sam’s discomfort.
"Delicious."
"My turn, feeding off him is so addictive." Replied another woman.
"You’re sick, the...whole lot of you. When my brother gets here...you’re all...dead!" Sam spat, anger was written over his face for a brief moment before he helplessly sunk deeper into the restraints.
"Enough!"
Sam opened his eyes wide trying to locate the new presence who spoke out loud.
"Play time’s over!" A tall, dark shape moved into the soft candle light and towards Sam’s limp body.
"Leave us! When you find Lucas send him here straight away, and don’t forget to bring me that useless brother of his!" The tall man had his back towards the leaving members who had lowered their heads on his arrival.
The man slowly walked over to Sam’s dangling frame, he tilted his head from one side to another, analyzing his captive with great fascination.
"You have the potential to be stronger than all of us, yet you don’t even try to expand your abilities." The man pointed towards his head as he spoke.
"Instead, you’re weak. You’re like an open book, Sam, just begging to be read, prodded and played with…" He shook his head, emphasizing his disappointment.
Sam didn’t have the energy to respond, the young hunter shifted uncomfortably away from the man. Sam tried to stay strong and focused, he thought about what Dean would do to all them and the faintest smile ghosted his lips as he realized his thought had been ‘read’ by the man before him.
The man sneered at him and was behind Sam in a flash, with his face buried in his hair as he whispered into Sam’s right ear. "You know I like you. I’m not going to lie and say I wasn’t tempted by you, because Sam, you don’t realize what kind of an effect you give off, believe me you’re simply enticing …" He stroked Sam’s locks away, clearing the Winchester’s neck, the man brought in his bottom lip and bit down hard.
"You’re already taken, that’s clear, by what though, I don’t know, but, you see we have a little problem now, one of mine has disobeyed me and well, you and that hunter brother of yours are a risk to all of us… a risk I’m not willing to take"
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Dean sat, head down, hands clenched around the steering wheel for a few seconds. He looked up into the mirror to glare at the person in the back seat.
"You’re sure this is the place?"
Tristan cautiously glared back at him and nodded. "My brother, please don’t hurt him. We’ll leave, I promise."
Dean unconsciously flinched at the word ‘brother’, his rage and need for revenge was great and he felt himself tense. "You’re coming with me because I’m sure as hell not going in there alone and leaving you out here unguarded!" Dean stated before opening his door. Tristan didn’t have time to respond, he felt himself being dragged out of the back seat and onto the ground. He braced himself with his hands. He wasn’t sure which was more unnerving, Anthony and the gang, or being forced to stick close to Dean.
Tristan looked up cautiously and was met by an the unimpressed glare of the hunter.
"Well? Lead the way…You had better hope that nothing has happened to my brother or so help me god, I’ll…" Dean took a deep breath and released it loudly, leaving Tristan to dwell over the unspoken threat.
Tristan pushed himself to a standing position. "Please believe me when I say that I never wanted to hurt Sam…" He whispered, it wasn’t clear whether he wanted it to be heard or not because the words were too faint to be heard clearly.
"What did you say?!" Dean grabbed hold of Tristan arm and pulled him violently closer. He looked the man before him up and down, taking in the defeated expression and anxious eyes.
"Nothing, I’m sorry." Tristan bowed his head and began walking.
"Whatever, just get moving." Dean snapped.
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The old abandoned wine factory was indeed a great place for the vampires to house in, it was fairly secluded and from the external appearances, looked almost uninhabitable. Dean followed his captive close. The hunter was vigilant, he scanned the area and space before him, knife in hand and bag containing his weapons securely tossed over the other shoulder.
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Inside the building, Dean took the lead and drew out his knife that had been dipped in Dead Man’s blood. He was focused on one thing and it took only a second before the two turned a corner to view his one and only reason for coming, Sam.
Dean breathed a sigh of relief that formed to sympathy, and then anger, none of which was directed at his baby brother’s limp body.
"Sammy?" He whispered as his hovered his hand over his brother’s bruised features.
Sam lifted his head and directed his glassy eyes at his older brother before
him.
"De… Watch… out." Sam gasped in apprehension, but there was a clear hint of relief in his words at knowing that his big brother had come for him.
"Ahh Dean Winchester, I’ve been waiting for you." The tall man walked out from the shadows facing the two men. Before Dean could make a move for his attack, he felt a sharp blow contact with the side of his head.
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Dean awoke to the deafening throbbing emanating from in his sore head. Cold roughness of concrete pressed against his right cheek and told him he was vertical, lying on the ground on his side to be precise.
"Ahh…Shitt!" He cursed while making a feeble attempt to move. The possibility of concussion came to mind when he opened his eyes and wondered which way was up or down.
The hunter and older brother within him forced himself to take some deep breaths before he brought his lips together and called out into the darkness.
"Sammmmy?..."
Receiving no answer, his heart rate picked up and he forced his eyes open again. The room appeared to be small and very enclosed, the only light source being a small barred window to the left of him. His instincts told him it was probably a basement or a room underground, the window was fairly high up the wall, but the size and light coming from it seemed minimal.
He attempted to draw his body to a sitting position but instead released a groan as gravity pulled him back down, hard.
It was then he became aware of the rope binding his wrists behind his back.
‘Really not in the mood for this shit!’ He thought to himself as he rubbed the rope against his back to judge the type of knot. Dean huffed as he twisted and squirmed his way, first to a sitting position before continuing to untie the rope with some more tugs and twists of his wrists.
‘Amateurs, they call this a knot?’ The hunter scowled to himself as his right hand suddenly came free, followed closely by the other.
Dean squinted and scanned the room for his brother, he was relieved and saddened when he saw the crumpled form of Sam in the corner of the room, furthest away from any light.
"Oh god…. Sammy…"
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Sam was curled in on himself in the fetal position, his back arched, exposing the many wounds riddled over his skin. As Dean eased closer to his brother, he sighed when he noticed he was trembling and quietly sobbing. What have they done to you Sammy? Dean’s unspoken words were expressed on his face.
He watched Sam flinch and placed a hand out to calm the frightened young man.
"Hey Sammy it’s me, Dean…"
Sam didn’t seem to register as he cringed away from the touch.
"S’okay, Sammy. I’m not gonna hurt you, big brother’s here." He added with a lop sided grin.
Dean proceeded and gently placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder, happy when he was met with no rejection.
Sam leaned into the familiar touch, he knew Dean was there and that he should try to keep himself together, to stop crying, but he couldn’t. He was too weak, too broken and just too tired. His emotions were drained, he felt himself self exposed, raw and hopeless. A large part of Sam was disappointed, mostly in himself and how weak he had become, at how much he depended on his brother to make everything better. At this point Sam didn’t feel like a hunter, but rather a victim, one that could become a risk to others, he had already become a risk to his brother.
Sam’s body shuddered with another bout of strangled sobs. He held his lips tightly together and breathed through his nose.
"De…Dean…I’m sorry" More blood coated his lips and spilled from his mouth, he coughed to free his air way.
"Shh…Lemme take a look at you." Dean lifted his brother’s chin and cupped his face in his hand. He shook his head at the damage their captivators had caused to his little brother. His hand hovered over bruises and cuts, not sure where to start. He ran his eyes up Sam’s body until he was met by two, glassy, brown eyes that told him all he needed to know at that moment in time, Sam needed him. He would sort out his brother and deal with the vamps after.
"Dea…" Sam tried to speak through the tears that continued to flow from his eyes.
"I’m gonna get us out of this Sammy, don’t you worry!" Dean readjusted himself so he was sitting with his back against the wall. The pounding in his head would not give up and was beginning to make it very heavy to hold up without some support, he swallowed back the nausea and went to bring his broken brother’s body closer to him.
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Both Winchesters flinched at the sound of someone coughing in the opposite corner of the room. Dean protectively began to bridge the gap between the presence and his brother. He took deep breaths and inched closer to get better view of what was in the there with them.
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"Guys, I’m sorry…I…" Tristan got on his hands and knees and crawled into the beam of light to show his face to the hunter.
"You should be sorry you son of a bitch…" Dean clenched his fist, if looks could kill, the man on his knees on the ground would be dead.
"Deeaan…"
Dean spun round a little too quickly, the older hunter closed his eyes for a brief moment before returning to his brothers side.
"It’s okay Sammy, nothing to worry about." Dean turned to look at Tristan, sprawled on the floor in the middle of the room." Well, nothing I can’t handle." He finished as he sat back next to Sam.
Sam shivered and coughed, he moaned as both movements caused his body more pain. Before he could think to speak his thoughts of being cold, he felt a shirt, his brother’s shirt wrap around his back and arms. The tears had stopped running down his cheek, he rested his head against his brother’s thigh and closed his eyes.
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Dean sat still, comforted by the warmth of his younger brother’s breath seeping through the fabric of his jeans. It scared him how vulnerable he felt, his Sammy was broken and he was wasn’t really sure how to get them out the situation they were in. The older Winchester brought his hands to his face and rubbed it roughly a few times. The concussion was causing his thought to lag and it took some concentration to keep a trail of clear contemplation in his head. He had to get them out of this, and he had to do it soon.
"I know a way out…"
Dean fixed his eyes to the source of the words that interrupted his thoughts.
"What?" Dean looked down at Sam to check that he hadn’t woken him.
"Give me your shirt, and do it now" Dean snapped at Tristan before carefully and slowly moving himself from under Sam’s head. He held the younger brother’s head up and impatiently snatched the shirt that Tristan held out to him. After folding it a couple of times, he placed it onto the concrete floor and rested his brother’s head on it.
Dean had to pause before standing, he carefully hid the dizziness that followed as he approached the small window. Signalling to the fretful man, he waited for Tristan to join him next to the window, away from Sam.
"Get talking… I don’t have time for anymore crap!"
Tristan swallowed hard and explained how psychic vampires thought and fed on their victims, causing Sam’s anguish and pain, both physically and mentally in order to feed off of the young man’s emotions. He went on to reveal that the manner in which the vampires fed was a replacement for the conventional way of sucking blood, which was always messy and caused them problems such as hunters.
Tristan looked down to the ground, afraid to look into the older hunter’s piercing eyes, "There is a limit …you can only drain so much from someone and…" He turned to face Sam briefly before quickly turning back "Sam can’t take anymore…believe me, I didn’t want any of this to happen…"
Dean held a hand up to stop the man before him.
"Don’t push my patience, I’m letting you talk so I can get him and me out of here, this doesn’t change how I feel about you!"
Tristan looked to the ground and nodded, "I’m dead anyway, why do you think I’m in here with you? I know what they’re gonna do to me, reading minds has its draw backs…My brother…" Tristan stopped himself, he held his breath to regain his emotion. He bit his bottom lip before looking up to the hunter.
"Our way outta here." He pointed to the drain directly under the window.
Dean looked Tristan up and down "Whatever… this is the plan!"
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Sam awoke to a not so cushioned feeling of a crumpled shirt. He immediately realized the lack of Dean’s warmth and panicked. Sam brought his lips together and attempted to speak, but failed miserably. His second attempt came out as a whimper.
Sam moved his head, trying his best to get visual of his surroundings. He lifted his body to a sitting position a little too quickly and felt bile sting his throat.
Sam leaned over, trying to avoid himself as he rowed through the involuntary heaves that racked his weak body.
"Aw man…its okay Sam…Err…" The young Winchester could feel a trembling hand pressing his back, it was clear that it wasn’t Dean’s and he inched away in discomfort.
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Dean crawled out of the confined drain near the window.
"Pretty narrow, but sho…What the… Get away from him…"
Dean growled as pushed Tristan away and he rushed to Sam’s side placing a comforting hand on his back. He watched his younger brother struggle with more violent gags and heaves.
"Sorry …he got sick…I didn’t do anything…"
Dean turned to Tristan briefly. "Just stay away from Sam!" The older brother returned to calming Sam, who was now struggling to breathe in between the bouts of vomiting. "Let it out bro…"
It was a good few minutes before the dry heaves diminished. Dean’s hand remained on Sam’s shoulder.
"You doing alright?" The older brother asked as he helped the younger move away from the puddle he had created.
"Thanks" Sam nodded and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Sorry Dean…I’m trying… to keep together… but I’ll hold you back…you gotta get outta here…"
Dean sighed loudly and gripped his brother’s shoulder while he shook his head.
"Listen Sammy, you’ve got nothing to be sorry about and we’re both getting out of here! We’re in this together!" Dean replied.
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Dean rested one hand on Sam’s back and the other on his shoulder. He stayed in the same position for a few seconds, watching and waiting to be sure his brother was able to hold himself up.
"You good?" Dean whispered, shifting so his back shielded Sam from Tristan, who stood at the very far corner of the room.
Sam didn’t reply, not verbally. He wasn’t sure he could speak at the moment as he looked into Dean’s concerned eyes and lowered his head to the ground.
Dean too was unresponsive to Sam’s gesture, it was clear his brother wasn’t ‘good.’ In fact, he looked far from it. Dean observed the youngest Winchester sympathetically, noticing how he was still very pale and taking very slow, uneasy breaths.
"S’okay Sammy, just take deep breaths." He stayed motionless, firmly grasping Sam’s shoulder, waiting for the young man to ride out yet another wave of nausea.
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Dean handed his brother the crumpled shirt from the floor and waited while Sam wiped his mouth and forehead. Dean rubbed his own mouth with his hand and covered the groan that escaped his lips while he slowly pulled Sam closer to the edge of the room.
He winched again and grabbed Sam under his arms. Dean sighed. The pain in his head wouldn’t let up and his body ached with even smallest of movements. Using the little strength he could muster, he began lifting Sam once again. In his head it was a simple task, but his body told him otherwise as gravity brought both of the Winchesters down to the hard concrete. Dean’s derrière hit the ground first, his body providing a cushion for Sam to land on.
"Shit, Sorry Sammy… Oh man…" Dean winced and tried his best to recover from the fall without causing anymore harm to his brother.
"Sammy?" Dean pleaded worriedly.
Dean carefully moved from underneath of his brother so he could face Sam.
"Sammy? Say something, did I hurt you?"
Sam looked up at Dean blankly and shook his head. "No Dean, I’m … I’ll be fine... … think" Sam trailed of continued to shake his head as he spoke, "God Dean, what a mess… both…hurt" He looked around the room tiredly and began chuckling.
"Sammy?" Dean asked with some confusion as to what could possibly be so funny about their situation. The thought that Sam had finally ‘lost it’ crossed his mind and he watched Sam’s chuckle fade to a smile. Now that was something he hadn’t seen in a long time.
"This… is way up in the top ten, Dean." His smile faded to a wince while he protectively placed a hand over his stomach.
Dean, who was at this point bewildered, tilted his head and raised one brow, waiting for Sam to elaborate, "Okaaay." He dragged out, emphasizing his confusion.
"Tight spots Dean… tricky situations… you know, out of how many of those we’ve had, this ….this one has definitely earned its spot…up there at the top … cause… I really… I don’t know how we’re gonna get out…" Sam huffed lazily; talking was still something he felt he should keep to a minimum he thought to himself as he fought to catch his breath.
"It’s good to see ya smile bro… I promise you, we will get out of here and be laughing about this one too." Dean spoke softly and stared at Sam.
He cleared his throat and turned around to find Tristan. He didn’t feel comfortable letting his guard down around him, especially when Sam was vulnerable.
"Okay Sam, this is the plan." Dean gripped Sam by the shoulder. He strategically moved out of the way so Sam could see the window and the now open drain that would be their escape route.
"We’re gonna get out of here through the sewer, it’s a little tight, but you’re gonna be fine. I’ll be with you all the way." Dean assured him, sounding more confident than he felt. The truth was, their ‘escape route’ was more than a little tight, it was also fairly dark and damp. He couldn’t see the end, but knew by previously observing the size of the factory, judged that it could be a long trip through the tunnel.
Sam nodded speechlessly, accepting Dean’s sanguinity filled prediction without argument. He trusted Dean completely. There was no way that his big brother would leave him, so he would have to pull it together and be a Winchester in order to get them both out.
"Main priority is to get you out of here Sam, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting those vampires get away with what they’ve done" Dean spoke with rage in his voice and turned his attention to Tristan.
"Dean… that’s not important …we can worry when we… g’out…" Sam grunted and adjusted his hand over his abdomen.
"Sammy?" Dean questioned, his tone saturated in concern.
"M’ok…l’ess…jus… get out." Sam managed before doubling over into a coughing fit, he bent over and spat out blood that filled his mouth.
Dean was by Sam’s side immediately, he held him steady and watched in horror as a pool of crimson began to spill onto the ground.
"Ah Shit Sammy… We’ll fix you up kay? We’ll get you to a hospital…"
"Hmm…" Sam nodded to Dean, signalling him to release the grip.
"Do we have a plan to get out of here?" Sam added, struggling with dizziness to stay upright.
"We send him down there first." Dean pointed to Tristan, who wore a deer-in-headlights expression at the mention of the plan.
"Then you follow with me close behind you." Dean began to stand as he spoke.
"Before we get out of here, I’ve gotta start this." The oldest brother reached into his jeans pocket, digging deep and pulling out a lighter and small silver flask. The older Winchester wore a smirk as he watched Sam’s reaction.
"No this isn’t holy water, and Yep, they’re gonna roast!" Dean explained as he turned to Tristan.
"All of them!"
"Dean… no time…" Sam stated. He followed Dean to the window, which provided a little more light.
"There’s plenty of wood in here Sam, old dry wood, and whiskey," Dean held up the silver flask, " is the next best thing we have to start a fire. We just gotta get it started and that’ll give us enough time to get out, while they’re busy putting themselves out." The older hunter crouched down and looked into the drain.
"Dean?" A shaky voice spoke, it came from the far corner of the room.
Dean shot around to face the man who had spoken. "What?" He snapped.
"I think... I think someone’s coming..." Tristan’s voice quivered, and after speaking, he moved away from the door.
"Fuck!" Dean cursed.
Dean moved to Sam and began pulling him away from the entrance, he swore as Sam slipped from his grip. Dean’s head spun rapidly, threatening him with another unplanned decent to the ground as he attempted again to lift his brother up. He flinched upon feeling the assistance of Tristan, who grabbed ahold of Sam’s other arm. They worked together to move Sam away from the door.
"Go, get the rope. I wasn’t tied up remember… let me help?" Tristan pleaded, his eyes honest and glued to the older hunter, waiting for a response.
Dean slowly picked up the discarded rope and placed it in Tristan’s hands, he held out his own for Tristan to tie. "Don’t make me regret this, or you won’t have time to regret your own actions!" Dean hissed.
Tristan began loosely tying the rope around Dean’s wrists, behind his back.
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Dean used the wall to slide back down to the ground, not too far from where Sam was slouched over onto the concrete.
The loud clank of blots being released from the latch could be heard before the door was flung open, bringing in a brisk, cold wind.
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"Well well, it looks like play time is over for you guys." A blonde haired man walked over to Sam and smirked at him, he lowered his body and twirled his finger into Sam’s hair, ignoring the groan that he received from the young Winchester.
Dean fought with himself to stop from attacking the man with everything he had. He knew it was too risky to blow things at that moment, he had to stay cool and collected.
Their escape depended on them going unnoticed and they had to be trusted to be left alone again, they had to stay together in that room. It was difficult task, watching as the man played and cooed over his distressed baby brother, even when Sam called out to him, he remained still. He had to, he could do that for Sam, Sam’s survival depended on it.
"And you." The man strolled over to Dean who stared a hole in him while he approached.
"Ouch, there’s no need to be like that Dean, I haven’t even done anything to you, yet. Oh you’re certainly a feisty one aren’t you? It’s cute how you’re so protective of Sam. Of course, I don’t blame you, he is Special." Dean pulled his head away from the man’s face with his lips firmly pressed together. He was breathing deeply and he wasn’t sure he could contain his rage much longer.
The blonde haired man stood to his name being called, Tristan faced him and stood in front in a challenging manor.
"Where’s my brother?" Tristan growled.
The blonde haired man huffed. "Who do you think you’re talking to? Your brother is the least of your worries… you do know what they’re going to do to you, right?" He asked in a teasing tone as he looked Tristan up and down.
"You’re damn pathetic, you know that?" Tristan was pushed back landed hard against the wall. He stared angrily as he pulled himself back together.
"Fuck you! Fuck all of you!" Tristan seethed.
The blonde haired man drew his brows together and smirked at him again. "Oh my…" He brought his hand over his mouth, playfully faking shock at the words. "You do have a naughty mouth, don’t you? As for the ‘fuck you all,’ do you really wanna go there? Because if I remember correctly we’ve already done th…"
"Look, you bastard, I asked you a question? If you can’t tell me where he is, go get Anthony and I’ll ask the son of a bitch myself." Tristan returned to his position in front of the man.
He stared at Tristan for a long moment, reading his eyes, "Fine. If you’re going to be so nasty about it, I’ll let him deal with you, I’m sure Anthony can find something to do with a little rat like you. As a matter of fact, I think he might just kill you, he does have quite the temper and such a low tolerance for sorts like you. You’re all pathetic, I’ll get him and the fun and games will be over, because you can’t very well play if you’re dead." The man replied and made his way, hurriedly to the door.
The door slammed hard and the small room filled with darkness once more.
Summary: Bruised, tired and mentally exhausted from their previous hunt, the boys decide to take a break before they look for the next one. Unfortunately for them, their next hunt finds them first. Contains mature material.
Characters/Pairings: Gen, Dean, Sam, Sam/OMC, OMCs
Author:
chocca2
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: *sigh* No, I Still don’t own them, I don’t own much, in fact there have been questions surrounding the ownership of my mind. However, saying that, any characters you don’t recognize have been derived from my head.
Warnings: Violence, graphic descriptions, Strong language, slight noncon (if you squint), Dark fic
Author’s Note: This was originally posted it on Fanfiction.net. Now, this is just one of the many ideas in this crazy head of mine, it’s a ‘Vamp fic’ with a twist. Without giving too much away, there will be Sam and Dean Angst, but mostly Sammy and more protective Dean. Basically Sam's on the menu. They like to play with their food first….
It’s a bit of a slow start but will pick up quickly. It's another a long story (around 45,800 words in total) so I have arranged/grouped the chapters together make it a bit more manageable to read. It's complete so I'll post the rest in a few days. Reviews are very welcome!
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)
We see you laugh
We see you dance
We take that away
Every day
We see you cry
We turn your head
Then we slap your face
We see you try
We see you fail
Some things never change
We hear you cry
We hear you wail
We steal that smile from your face
Bow down to live
Your life
Head down, hide that smile
Head high got to smile
Head high like a song you like
Soundgarden - head down
"Shh" Dean snapped and grabbed Sam’s wrist. He lowered his frame along with his younger brother the whole time his eyes and ears were firmly set on their target.
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"Like I said, I know my friend is staying here." Tristan placed his hands on to the counter and stared at the motel manager.
"I don’t know how many times I’m gonna say this, I can’t give out that information, ‘sides if you’re such a ‘good friend’ why can’t you call him or something?" The motel manager questioned his brow raised as he realised he had made a great point.
"Look, he had too much drink, left his cell behind! So I can’t ring him, but I know he’s here. I’ll refresh your memory, I’m looking for a young man named Sam Winchester." Tristan’s smile faded along with his patience, it was at this point that he realised that the motel manager was not going to grant him his request and he would have to do things the hard way.
Sam watched the older hunter flinch at the name spoken by the man in the motel reception. Dean muttered some whispered curses while he released the safety on his gun and Sam was sure he heard the word ‘dead’ among the numerous rambling.
Dean’s breathing was deep and slowed, he could see his older brother was trying hard to stay calm. He instinctively grabbed his shoulder in response.
"Well I can tell you now, you’re wasting your time, there’s no ‘Winchester’ here, so unless you’re planning on booking a room, get the hell outta here cause I told you already, I don’t want any trouble." the motel manger stood taller and matched the intense glare.
"That’s it." Dean stood up, being careful to stay out of view. He briefly faced Sam before his attention was back on Tristan. "I’ve heard enough, that man is dead." Dean saw the fright that travelled through the young man before him, Sam looked very pale.
"First we get some answers" He added, "Stay behind me, stay close!" There was no hiding it, Sam was scared, his heart was beating hard against his chest. He could hardly breathe, making him feel very light headed.
‘Get a grip.’ He thought to himself.
Sam released his safety and followed Dean who etched closer to the entrance of the reception. Tristan inhaled loudly and pushed himself away from the counter, he backed up staring daggers into the man before him.
"Fine!" He replied before turning his back to walk out of the small lobby. He pulled out a cigarette that he placed between his lips and flipped his lighter, ready to ignited the stick in his mouth. The flame wavered and before he could register what had hit him he was up against the wall with a blinding pain on his arm. It was followed by the smell of singed hair and flesh, his flesh. He went to cry out in pain, but was stopped by the strong hand that pressed his mouth shut.
He felt hot tears run from his eyes while the burning sensation continued.
"You’re lucky I need you alive a for while!" Dean grit his teeth and pushed him hard against the wall. He closed the lighter and placed it into his pocket. He quickly turned his head to look at Sam.
Sam watched the events that played out in front of him, it all seemed to happen in slow motion and the ground beneath him felt like jelly or was it his legs? He wasn’t quite sure. Breathing, however had become a difficult task and he concentrated on two things, staying as close to Dean as safely possible and staying conscious. The second was becoming harder to do. Dean sighed when he saw his brother, he could tell Sam was close to passing out.
‘Damn it.’ He thought to himself, he wasn’t angry at Sam, but rather at the situation, this was really not a good time.
"Sam, we’re going back to the room." Dean jerked his head to the direction of their room. He grabbed more of Tristan’s shirt up against his neck, "You try anything…" Dean felt no need to finish the sentence, the look on Tristan’s face confirmed this.
Sam nodded and began the short walk back towards their room, he began panting and counting the steps.
‘I can make it.’ He repeated over and over to himself.
Dean followed his younger brother, giving him just enough room to be safely away from the man in his grip and at the same time, enough room to catch him should Sam fall before getting back to their room.
Sam stood with one of his hands on the door frame, the other with the key held in his grip. He made another attempt to connect it to the key hole and failed again. Sam swallowed hard, he closed his eyes for brief moment, when he opened them he placed the key into the hand held out in front of him. Dean unlocked the door and waited for Sam to stumble in ahead before shoving Tristan inside.
The older Winchester slammed the door shut and walked himself and Tristan towards the small table, he roughly pulled out a chair while commanded him.
"Sit!" The older hunter watched Tristan hesitate and shoved him down in the chair, grabbing tightly around the burn on the bartender’s arm. Dean turned his head to see Sam standing close behind him, the youngest brother rocked dangerously forward.
"Whoa, you too Sam. Sit down and I’ll be with you in a minute." Dean spoke slightly softer, however it was an order that Sam also obeyed with a weak nod. He cautiously lowered himself to the bed and shuffled back to rest against the head board.
Dean had been thankful that he had brought in the bag containing some of their weapons and provisions, including the rope that he used to secure Tristan firmly to the chair. Once he was confident that the captive was securely tied down, he turned his attention to his younger brother who now had his eyes closed and his head rested against the wall.
"Sammy?" Dean uncapped a bottle of water, he moved to place a hand on his brother’s shoulder. Upon seeing the glassy eyes that met his, he smiled and offered the water.
"How are you doing kiddo?" He asked in a hushed tone that was soft and caring, making the younger Winchester swallow the lump in his throat.
Sam fought with himself, knowing they had Tristan to deal with, hell they had a whole group of vampires that for some reason wanted his blood. Sam was close to breaking point. He closed his eyes briefly, just wanting everything to go away and when he opened them, he saw Tristan’s desperate eyes behind his brother’s shoulder. He took a deep breath and straightened.
"I’ll be okay, Dean." Sam took the water and sipped it slowly. "Thanks." He whispered before tilting his head towards the man sat behind them.
Dean squeezed his brother’s shoulder and stood, he advanced towards the table. "I’m gonna remove the gag, you speak when I say you can! Is that clear?" Dean stood, towering over the young captive who nodded in response. When the gag was removed he released a few coughs before looking up at the tall hunter.
"Sam… He’s going to get Sam if you don’t get out of here… That’s what I came to tell yooo…" Dean held the man’s face roughly with his lips scrunched together, Dean drew close to the man’s eyes, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
"Didn’t I make myself clear? I said you talk when I say you can."
"Dean…let him…" Dean turned briefly to see Sam’s desperate eyes.
Tristan looked warily at both men before finishing.
"Lucas." Tristan looked to Sam then back down towards the floor in a shameful manner. "My brother, he’s already tasted Sam, I know him and he’ll want more, that and…"
"And What?!" Dean snapped impatiently.
"And Anthony knows. He knows about you, about your connections and that’s why he wants you both gone, one way or another…" Tristan saw Dean’s face and turned his head to the ground again.
"Funny you should mention that, I was thinking the exact same thing, except I’m pretty sure about how I want you ‘gone’…" Dean smirked before straightening his face.
"Sam’s very vulnerable, with his abilities and Lucas’s abilities, he can use them to get hold of Sam whenever he wants…" Tristan jerked towards the shrieking sound that was heard outside of the room. Dean cocked his gun up in defence, aiming towards the darkness outside, night had fallen upon them quickly. He carefully began to move over to where Sam lay. Another high pitched shriek filled the room.
"Shit! They found us! Shit, shit, shit!" Tristan cursed while he wriggled and tried to free himself.
Sam felt the sensation travel through his body, it gripped his whole frame and paralysed him to the bed. He could only watch as Dean attempted to bridge the short gap between them. Dean stopped and dropped his weapon, his eyes grew wide and it became clear that none of the three occupants in the room had any control.
It was only a matter of seconds before both his brother and the captive Tristan lost consciousness in front of him. The younger hunter sat helplessly, watching Dean’s crumpled form. He tried to cry out to wake his brother, but his cries went unheard. Sam closed his eyes and salty tears rolled down his cheeks to coat trembling lips.
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Sam felt disconnected from his body, he felt like dead weight, unable to control any of his actions. He could taste his tears, his eyes were stinging, and he felt the moisture cling to his cheeks, confirming that he was crying. It took a few seconds for him to remember the cause of his anguish and fear, his uncertain, frightened emotions grew when he opened his eyes, scanned his surroundings and found Dean nowhere in sight.
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Dean woke with a start and fought with his body and vertigo to point the weapon he had in his hands around the room. He sighed and stood quickly, making his way towards the empty bed where Sam had been only seconds before.
"No, no, no. Not again!" Dean’s breath came with struggle as his heart pounded out of fear for his brother.
"Sam?"
Dean placed his trembling hands over his face. He looked at the crumpled sheets where his brother once was and cursed loudly, he growled and kicked the cheap, hollow bed frame with a force that vibrated through the walls of the room. Dean was angry, frustrated and had only one thing in mind and that was to get Sam back.
His attention was diverted to a groan that came from the other side of the room, he directed his raging eyes towards Tristan who was slowly coming to.
"You’re going to tell me where Sam is and you’re going to tell me now or you’ll wish we had never met!"
Without waiting for a reply, there was no need, it wasn’t a question or a request, it was an order. Dean raced towards Tristan and began untying the rope restraints.
"Before you open your filthy little mouth, there’s something you’ve got to understand, you fuck with me, you’re Dead! You got that?" Dean spat.
The captive nodded and looked up at the fuming hunter with wide, timid eyes.
‘Damn he looks scary’ Tristan thought to himself, Dean was intimidating before, but now he was sure that this man was not one to mess with, especially when Sam was involved. Tristan had considered not giving the location in fear of what would happen to him after, but it didn’t take long to see that there was a danger should he hold any information back from the seething hunter.
Tristan looked down at his feet, he lifted his trembling hands to view them, realizing that he was free from the ropes, and had been for a few minutes. His eyes travelled up again just in time to see the hunter before him unsheathe an extremely long, shiny, and what looked to be very deadly, machete.
Dean gently tested the sharpness of the blade with his thumb, the gentle touch alone drew blood that he wiped on his jeans. He studied the blade, twisting it from side to side before carefully sliding it back into the protective cover. The hunter nodded to himself.
‘Definitely sharp enough for decapitation should I need to use it to slice the head off this joker’s shoulders...or I could use it for the vampires.’ He thought with a sort of sick amusement. Dean gathered his bag containing wooden stakes, gasoline, holy water, a crucifix and an empty Jar.
"Right! We’re stopping off at the hospital morgue. You take me to wherever those fuckers are, and I get Sam back! Any questions!" Dean gritted through his teeth as he spoke. He grabbed Tristan’s arm and walked him towards the door.
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Gravity told the young Winchester that he was upright. It also told him that he was being held up by something that felt a lot like a metal. His head drooped over his chest and he watched as blood dripped from his lips onto the ground before him. His legs and feet didn’t seem to want to respond and they remained draped on top of each other.
He could taste the coppery tang of blood in his throat, felt the warm liquid seeping up into his mouth and could do nothing but watch it spill out onto the floor in a small puddle. Sam flinched and forced his head up when he heard a hissing sound to his left, he sensed a presence come up from behind him and it was followed by something else that fleetingly brushed past his left. He jerked himself away each time, causing a burning pain to travel through his bare and bruised body. He closed his eyes and tried to ride the wave of nausea that hit him almost instantly.
"You really shouldn’t try to move."
Sam turned his head, not sure which direction the words were coming from. The young Winchester felt like his head was too heavy and he let it drop low towards the ground. God he wished his brother would hurry up, he wasn’t sure how long he could hold on.
"You won’t have to wait too long."
"He’s right, it’ll all be over soon." Came another, unfamiliar voice.
Tittering came from several voices, both male and female, it wasn’t clear to the young hunter the location they were coming from.
"The taste is amazing, he really is alluring it’s he?" Spoke a female voice.
"Indeed!" Replied another.
"He’s just so full of pain and suffering, it’s intoxicating!"
"I can’t get enough!"
Sam shook his head, it was now clear that the voices he could hear were in his head. He squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in a sob.
"What… what do you …want from me?" He panted, trying to catch his breath from speaking, it was now barely a whisper.
"He’s so reluctant to use his mind, he holds so much power yet he doesn’t use it?"
"We know you can hear us Winchester, just try to relax."
"Ha-ha.. Yeah relax, we don’t need to taste your fear as well." The chuckling continued, echoing against the stone walls.
"That’s not the only thing I want to taste of him. My, I can see why Lucas wanted him to himself, this one is just … mmm…" A long haired woman strolled over to Sam’s form, she hissed, showing her fangs to the weakened hunter. With a long nailed finger, she lifted Sam’s chin and forcefully planted her lips over his. When she withdrew, she licked her lips suggestively and cackled loudly at Sam’s discomfort.
"Delicious."
"My turn, feeding off him is so addictive." Replied another woman.
"You’re sick, the...whole lot of you. When my brother gets here...you’re all...dead!" Sam spat, anger was written over his face for a brief moment before he helplessly sunk deeper into the restraints.
"Enough!"
Sam opened his eyes wide trying to locate the new presence who spoke out loud.
"Play time’s over!" A tall, dark shape moved into the soft candle light and towards Sam’s limp body.
"Leave us! When you find Lucas send him here straight away, and don’t forget to bring me that useless brother of his!" The tall man had his back towards the leaving members who had lowered their heads on his arrival.
The man slowly walked over to Sam’s dangling frame, he tilted his head from one side to another, analyzing his captive with great fascination.
"You have the potential to be stronger than all of us, yet you don’t even try to expand your abilities." The man pointed towards his head as he spoke.
"Instead, you’re weak. You’re like an open book, Sam, just begging to be read, prodded and played with…" He shook his head, emphasizing his disappointment.
Sam didn’t have the energy to respond, the young hunter shifted uncomfortably away from the man. Sam tried to stay strong and focused, he thought about what Dean would do to all them and the faintest smile ghosted his lips as he realized his thought had been ‘read’ by the man before him.
The man sneered at him and was behind Sam in a flash, with his face buried in his hair as he whispered into Sam’s right ear. "You know I like you. I’m not going to lie and say I wasn’t tempted by you, because Sam, you don’t realize what kind of an effect you give off, believe me you’re simply enticing …" He stroked Sam’s locks away, clearing the Winchester’s neck, the man brought in his bottom lip and bit down hard.
"You’re already taken, that’s clear, by what though, I don’t know, but, you see we have a little problem now, one of mine has disobeyed me and well, you and that hunter brother of yours are a risk to all of us… a risk I’m not willing to take"
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Dean sat, head down, hands clenched around the steering wheel for a few seconds. He looked up into the mirror to glare at the person in the back seat.
"You’re sure this is the place?"
Tristan cautiously glared back at him and nodded. "My brother, please don’t hurt him. We’ll leave, I promise."
Dean unconsciously flinched at the word ‘brother’, his rage and need for revenge was great and he felt himself tense. "You’re coming with me because I’m sure as hell not going in there alone and leaving you out here unguarded!" Dean stated before opening his door. Tristan didn’t have time to respond, he felt himself being dragged out of the back seat and onto the ground. He braced himself with his hands. He wasn’t sure which was more unnerving, Anthony and the gang, or being forced to stick close to Dean.
Tristan looked up cautiously and was met by an the unimpressed glare of the hunter.
"Well? Lead the way…You had better hope that nothing has happened to my brother or so help me god, I’ll…" Dean took a deep breath and released it loudly, leaving Tristan to dwell over the unspoken threat.
Tristan pushed himself to a standing position. "Please believe me when I say that I never wanted to hurt Sam…" He whispered, it wasn’t clear whether he wanted it to be heard or not because the words were too faint to be heard clearly.
"What did you say?!" Dean grabbed hold of Tristan arm and pulled him violently closer. He looked the man before him up and down, taking in the defeated expression and anxious eyes.
"Nothing, I’m sorry." Tristan bowed his head and began walking.
"Whatever, just get moving." Dean snapped.
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The old abandoned wine factory was indeed a great place for the vampires to house in, it was fairly secluded and from the external appearances, looked almost uninhabitable. Dean followed his captive close. The hunter was vigilant, he scanned the area and space before him, knife in hand and bag containing his weapons securely tossed over the other shoulder.
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Inside the building, Dean took the lead and drew out his knife that had been dipped in Dead Man’s blood. He was focused on one thing and it took only a second before the two turned a corner to view his one and only reason for coming, Sam.
Dean breathed a sigh of relief that formed to sympathy, and then anger, none of which was directed at his baby brother’s limp body.
"Sammy?" He whispered as his hovered his hand over his brother’s bruised features.
Sam lifted his head and directed his glassy eyes at his older brother before
him.
"De… Watch… out." Sam gasped in apprehension, but there was a clear hint of relief in his words at knowing that his big brother had come for him.
"Ahh Dean Winchester, I’ve been waiting for you." The tall man walked out from the shadows facing the two men. Before Dean could make a move for his attack, he felt a sharp blow contact with the side of his head.
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Dean awoke to the deafening throbbing emanating from in his sore head. Cold roughness of concrete pressed against his right cheek and told him he was vertical, lying on the ground on his side to be precise.
"Ahh…Shitt!" He cursed while making a feeble attempt to move. The possibility of concussion came to mind when he opened his eyes and wondered which way was up or down.
The hunter and older brother within him forced himself to take some deep breaths before he brought his lips together and called out into the darkness.
"Sammmmy?..."
Receiving no answer, his heart rate picked up and he forced his eyes open again. The room appeared to be small and very enclosed, the only light source being a small barred window to the left of him. His instincts told him it was probably a basement or a room underground, the window was fairly high up the wall, but the size and light coming from it seemed minimal.
He attempted to draw his body to a sitting position but instead released a groan as gravity pulled him back down, hard.
It was then he became aware of the rope binding his wrists behind his back.
‘Really not in the mood for this shit!’ He thought to himself as he rubbed the rope against his back to judge the type of knot. Dean huffed as he twisted and squirmed his way, first to a sitting position before continuing to untie the rope with some more tugs and twists of his wrists.
‘Amateurs, they call this a knot?’ The hunter scowled to himself as his right hand suddenly came free, followed closely by the other.
Dean squinted and scanned the room for his brother, he was relieved and saddened when he saw the crumpled form of Sam in the corner of the room, furthest away from any light.
"Oh god…. Sammy…"
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Sam was curled in on himself in the fetal position, his back arched, exposing the many wounds riddled over his skin. As Dean eased closer to his brother, he sighed when he noticed he was trembling and quietly sobbing. What have they done to you Sammy? Dean’s unspoken words were expressed on his face.
He watched Sam flinch and placed a hand out to calm the frightened young man.
"Hey Sammy it’s me, Dean…"
Sam didn’t seem to register as he cringed away from the touch.
"S’okay, Sammy. I’m not gonna hurt you, big brother’s here." He added with a lop sided grin.
Dean proceeded and gently placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder, happy when he was met with no rejection.
Sam leaned into the familiar touch, he knew Dean was there and that he should try to keep himself together, to stop crying, but he couldn’t. He was too weak, too broken and just too tired. His emotions were drained, he felt himself self exposed, raw and hopeless. A large part of Sam was disappointed, mostly in himself and how weak he had become, at how much he depended on his brother to make everything better. At this point Sam didn’t feel like a hunter, but rather a victim, one that could become a risk to others, he had already become a risk to his brother.
Sam’s body shuddered with another bout of strangled sobs. He held his lips tightly together and breathed through his nose.
"De…Dean…I’m sorry" More blood coated his lips and spilled from his mouth, he coughed to free his air way.
"Shh…Lemme take a look at you." Dean lifted his brother’s chin and cupped his face in his hand. He shook his head at the damage their captivators had caused to his little brother. His hand hovered over bruises and cuts, not sure where to start. He ran his eyes up Sam’s body until he was met by two, glassy, brown eyes that told him all he needed to know at that moment in time, Sam needed him. He would sort out his brother and deal with the vamps after.
"Dea…" Sam tried to speak through the tears that continued to flow from his eyes.
"I’m gonna get us out of this Sammy, don’t you worry!" Dean readjusted himself so he was sitting with his back against the wall. The pounding in his head would not give up and was beginning to make it very heavy to hold up without some support, he swallowed back the nausea and went to bring his broken brother’s body closer to him.
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Both Winchesters flinched at the sound of someone coughing in the opposite corner of the room. Dean protectively began to bridge the gap between the presence and his brother. He took deep breaths and inched closer to get better view of what was in the there with them.
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"Guys, I’m sorry…I…" Tristan got on his hands and knees and crawled into the beam of light to show his face to the hunter.
"You should be sorry you son of a bitch…" Dean clenched his fist, if looks could kill, the man on his knees on the ground would be dead.
"Deeaan…"
Dean spun round a little too quickly, the older hunter closed his eyes for a brief moment before returning to his brothers side.
"It’s okay Sammy, nothing to worry about." Dean turned to look at Tristan, sprawled on the floor in the middle of the room." Well, nothing I can’t handle." He finished as he sat back next to Sam.
Sam shivered and coughed, he moaned as both movements caused his body more pain. Before he could think to speak his thoughts of being cold, he felt a shirt, his brother’s shirt wrap around his back and arms. The tears had stopped running down his cheek, he rested his head against his brother’s thigh and closed his eyes.
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Dean sat still, comforted by the warmth of his younger brother’s breath seeping through the fabric of his jeans. It scared him how vulnerable he felt, his Sammy was broken and he was wasn’t really sure how to get them out the situation they were in. The older Winchester brought his hands to his face and rubbed it roughly a few times. The concussion was causing his thought to lag and it took some concentration to keep a trail of clear contemplation in his head. He had to get them out of this, and he had to do it soon.
"I know a way out…"
Dean fixed his eyes to the source of the words that interrupted his thoughts.
"What?" Dean looked down at Sam to check that he hadn’t woken him.
"Give me your shirt, and do it now" Dean snapped at Tristan before carefully and slowly moving himself from under Sam’s head. He held the younger brother’s head up and impatiently snatched the shirt that Tristan held out to him. After folding it a couple of times, he placed it onto the concrete floor and rested his brother’s head on it.
Dean had to pause before standing, he carefully hid the dizziness that followed as he approached the small window. Signalling to the fretful man, he waited for Tristan to join him next to the window, away from Sam.
"Get talking… I don’t have time for anymore crap!"
Tristan swallowed hard and explained how psychic vampires thought and fed on their victims, causing Sam’s anguish and pain, both physically and mentally in order to feed off of the young man’s emotions. He went on to reveal that the manner in which the vampires fed was a replacement for the conventional way of sucking blood, which was always messy and caused them problems such as hunters.
Tristan looked down to the ground, afraid to look into the older hunter’s piercing eyes, "There is a limit …you can only drain so much from someone and…" He turned to face Sam briefly before quickly turning back "Sam can’t take anymore…believe me, I didn’t want any of this to happen…"
Dean held a hand up to stop the man before him.
"Don’t push my patience, I’m letting you talk so I can get him and me out of here, this doesn’t change how I feel about you!"
Tristan looked to the ground and nodded, "I’m dead anyway, why do you think I’m in here with you? I know what they’re gonna do to me, reading minds has its draw backs…My brother…" Tristan stopped himself, he held his breath to regain his emotion. He bit his bottom lip before looking up to the hunter.
"Our way outta here." He pointed to the drain directly under the window.
Dean looked Tristan up and down "Whatever… this is the plan!"
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Sam awoke to a not so cushioned feeling of a crumpled shirt. He immediately realized the lack of Dean’s warmth and panicked. Sam brought his lips together and attempted to speak, but failed miserably. His second attempt came out as a whimper.
Sam moved his head, trying his best to get visual of his surroundings. He lifted his body to a sitting position a little too quickly and felt bile sting his throat.
Sam leaned over, trying to avoid himself as he rowed through the involuntary heaves that racked his weak body.
"Aw man…its okay Sam…Err…" The young Winchester could feel a trembling hand pressing his back, it was clear that it wasn’t Dean’s and he inched away in discomfort.
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Dean crawled out of the confined drain near the window.
"Pretty narrow, but sho…What the… Get away from him…"
Dean growled as pushed Tristan away and he rushed to Sam’s side placing a comforting hand on his back. He watched his younger brother struggle with more violent gags and heaves.
"Sorry …he got sick…I didn’t do anything…"
Dean turned to Tristan briefly. "Just stay away from Sam!" The older brother returned to calming Sam, who was now struggling to breathe in between the bouts of vomiting. "Let it out bro…"
It was a good few minutes before the dry heaves diminished. Dean’s hand remained on Sam’s shoulder.
"You doing alright?" The older brother asked as he helped the younger move away from the puddle he had created.
"Thanks" Sam nodded and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Sorry Dean…I’m trying… to keep together… but I’ll hold you back…you gotta get outta here…"
Dean sighed loudly and gripped his brother’s shoulder while he shook his head.
"Listen Sammy, you’ve got nothing to be sorry about and we’re both getting out of here! We’re in this together!" Dean replied.
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Dean rested one hand on Sam’s back and the other on his shoulder. He stayed in the same position for a few seconds, watching and waiting to be sure his brother was able to hold himself up.
"You good?" Dean whispered, shifting so his back shielded Sam from Tristan, who stood at the very far corner of the room.
Sam didn’t reply, not verbally. He wasn’t sure he could speak at the moment as he looked into Dean’s concerned eyes and lowered his head to the ground.
Dean too was unresponsive to Sam’s gesture, it was clear his brother wasn’t ‘good.’ In fact, he looked far from it. Dean observed the youngest Winchester sympathetically, noticing how he was still very pale and taking very slow, uneasy breaths.
"S’okay Sammy, just take deep breaths." He stayed motionless, firmly grasping Sam’s shoulder, waiting for the young man to ride out yet another wave of nausea.
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Dean handed his brother the crumpled shirt from the floor and waited while Sam wiped his mouth and forehead. Dean rubbed his own mouth with his hand and covered the groan that escaped his lips while he slowly pulled Sam closer to the edge of the room.
He winched again and grabbed Sam under his arms. Dean sighed. The pain in his head wouldn’t let up and his body ached with even smallest of movements. Using the little strength he could muster, he began lifting Sam once again. In his head it was a simple task, but his body told him otherwise as gravity brought both of the Winchesters down to the hard concrete. Dean’s derrière hit the ground first, his body providing a cushion for Sam to land on.
"Shit, Sorry Sammy… Oh man…" Dean winced and tried his best to recover from the fall without causing anymore harm to his brother.
"Sammy?" Dean pleaded worriedly.
Dean carefully moved from underneath of his brother so he could face Sam.
"Sammy? Say something, did I hurt you?"
Sam looked up at Dean blankly and shook his head. "No Dean, I’m … I’ll be fine... … think" Sam trailed of continued to shake his head as he spoke, "God Dean, what a mess… both…hurt" He looked around the room tiredly and began chuckling.
"Sammy?" Dean asked with some confusion as to what could possibly be so funny about their situation. The thought that Sam had finally ‘lost it’ crossed his mind and he watched Sam’s chuckle fade to a smile. Now that was something he hadn’t seen in a long time.
"This… is way up in the top ten, Dean." His smile faded to a wince while he protectively placed a hand over his stomach.
Dean, who was at this point bewildered, tilted his head and raised one brow, waiting for Sam to elaborate, "Okaaay." He dragged out, emphasizing his confusion.
"Tight spots Dean… tricky situations… you know, out of how many of those we’ve had, this ….this one has definitely earned its spot…up there at the top … cause… I really… I don’t know how we’re gonna get out…" Sam huffed lazily; talking was still something he felt he should keep to a minimum he thought to himself as he fought to catch his breath.
"It’s good to see ya smile bro… I promise you, we will get out of here and be laughing about this one too." Dean spoke softly and stared at Sam.
He cleared his throat and turned around to find Tristan. He didn’t feel comfortable letting his guard down around him, especially when Sam was vulnerable.
"Okay Sam, this is the plan." Dean gripped Sam by the shoulder. He strategically moved out of the way so Sam could see the window and the now open drain that would be their escape route.
"We’re gonna get out of here through the sewer, it’s a little tight, but you’re gonna be fine. I’ll be with you all the way." Dean assured him, sounding more confident than he felt. The truth was, their ‘escape route’ was more than a little tight, it was also fairly dark and damp. He couldn’t see the end, but knew by previously observing the size of the factory, judged that it could be a long trip through the tunnel.
Sam nodded speechlessly, accepting Dean’s sanguinity filled prediction without argument. He trusted Dean completely. There was no way that his big brother would leave him, so he would have to pull it together and be a Winchester in order to get them both out.
"Main priority is to get you out of here Sam, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting those vampires get away with what they’ve done" Dean spoke with rage in his voice and turned his attention to Tristan.
"Dean… that’s not important …we can worry when we… g’out…" Sam grunted and adjusted his hand over his abdomen.
"Sammy?" Dean questioned, his tone saturated in concern.
"M’ok…l’ess…jus… get out." Sam managed before doubling over into a coughing fit, he bent over and spat out blood that filled his mouth.
Dean was by Sam’s side immediately, he held him steady and watched in horror as a pool of crimson began to spill onto the ground.
"Ah Shit Sammy… We’ll fix you up kay? We’ll get you to a hospital…"
"Hmm…" Sam nodded to Dean, signalling him to release the grip.
"Do we have a plan to get out of here?" Sam added, struggling with dizziness to stay upright.
"We send him down there first." Dean pointed to Tristan, who wore a deer-in-headlights expression at the mention of the plan.
"Then you follow with me close behind you." Dean began to stand as he spoke.
"Before we get out of here, I’ve gotta start this." The oldest brother reached into his jeans pocket, digging deep and pulling out a lighter and small silver flask. The older Winchester wore a smirk as he watched Sam’s reaction.
"No this isn’t holy water, and Yep, they’re gonna roast!" Dean explained as he turned to Tristan.
"All of them!"
"Dean… no time…" Sam stated. He followed Dean to the window, which provided a little more light.
"There’s plenty of wood in here Sam, old dry wood, and whiskey," Dean held up the silver flask, " is the next best thing we have to start a fire. We just gotta get it started and that’ll give us enough time to get out, while they’re busy putting themselves out." The older hunter crouched down and looked into the drain.
"Dean?" A shaky voice spoke, it came from the far corner of the room.
Dean shot around to face the man who had spoken. "What?" He snapped.
"I think... I think someone’s coming..." Tristan’s voice quivered, and after speaking, he moved away from the door.
"Fuck!" Dean cursed.
Dean moved to Sam and began pulling him away from the entrance, he swore as Sam slipped from his grip. Dean’s head spun rapidly, threatening him with another unplanned decent to the ground as he attempted again to lift his brother up. He flinched upon feeling the assistance of Tristan, who grabbed ahold of Sam’s other arm. They worked together to move Sam away from the door.
"Go, get the rope. I wasn’t tied up remember… let me help?" Tristan pleaded, his eyes honest and glued to the older hunter, waiting for a response.
Dean slowly picked up the discarded rope and placed it in Tristan’s hands, he held out his own for Tristan to tie. "Don’t make me regret this, or you won’t have time to regret your own actions!" Dean hissed.
Tristan began loosely tying the rope around Dean’s wrists, behind his back.
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Dean used the wall to slide back down to the ground, not too far from where Sam was slouched over onto the concrete.
The loud clank of blots being released from the latch could be heard before the door was flung open, bringing in a brisk, cold wind.
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"Well well, it looks like play time is over for you guys." A blonde haired man walked over to Sam and smirked at him, he lowered his body and twirled his finger into Sam’s hair, ignoring the groan that he received from the young Winchester.
Dean fought with himself to stop from attacking the man with everything he had. He knew it was too risky to blow things at that moment, he had to stay cool and collected.
Their escape depended on them going unnoticed and they had to be trusted to be left alone again, they had to stay together in that room. It was difficult task, watching as the man played and cooed over his distressed baby brother, even when Sam called out to him, he remained still. He had to, he could do that for Sam, Sam’s survival depended on it.
"And you." The man strolled over to Dean who stared a hole in him while he approached.
"Ouch, there’s no need to be like that Dean, I haven’t even done anything to you, yet. Oh you’re certainly a feisty one aren’t you? It’s cute how you’re so protective of Sam. Of course, I don’t blame you, he is Special." Dean pulled his head away from the man’s face with his lips firmly pressed together. He was breathing deeply and he wasn’t sure he could contain his rage much longer.
The blonde haired man stood to his name being called, Tristan faced him and stood in front in a challenging manor.
"Where’s my brother?" Tristan growled.
The blonde haired man huffed. "Who do you think you’re talking to? Your brother is the least of your worries… you do know what they’re going to do to you, right?" He asked in a teasing tone as he looked Tristan up and down.
"You’re damn pathetic, you know that?" Tristan was pushed back landed hard against the wall. He stared angrily as he pulled himself back together.
"Fuck you! Fuck all of you!" Tristan seethed.
The blonde haired man drew his brows together and smirked at him again. "Oh my…" He brought his hand over his mouth, playfully faking shock at the words. "You do have a naughty mouth, don’t you? As for the ‘fuck you all,’ do you really wanna go there? Because if I remember correctly we’ve already done th…"
"Look, you bastard, I asked you a question? If you can’t tell me where he is, go get Anthony and I’ll ask the son of a bitch myself." Tristan returned to his position in front of the man.
He stared at Tristan for a long moment, reading his eyes, "Fine. If you’re going to be so nasty about it, I’ll let him deal with you, I’m sure Anthony can find something to do with a little rat like you. As a matter of fact, I think he might just kill you, he does have quite the temper and such a low tolerance for sorts like you. You’re all pathetic, I’ll get him and the fun and games will be over, because you can’t very well play if you’re dead." The man replied and made his way, hurriedly to the door.
The door slammed hard and the small room filled with darkness once more.