Wanted Dead or Alive
Title: Wanted Dead or Alive
Author: goth_huntress
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean Winchester/Kate the vampire
Prompt: 1 - Ravished 50_darkfics
Word Count: 688
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Dead Man's Blood
Dean paused before the chain link fence that nearly as rusty as the piles of cars stored behind them. He listened carefully, wondering where the junkyard dog was that he’d seen that afternoon when he’d come through the main gate to buy a part for the Impala. It had been a silly thing to look for. The car was in such bad shape, that he really had no idea if she was ever going to be able to hit the road again. But with Sam and his dad in the hospital, he just needed something to do to keep busy.
Now he was there around midnight, a weapons bag slung over his shoulder, because of something he’d seen in the shadows behind some of the car corpses. “Come on Scooby, where the hell are you?” He was sure the dog was going to try to take his face off. But there was no barking, no growling, it was just too damned quiet. The only sound was the wind rustling the chain link occasionally.
He jumped as high as he could, and scrambled over the top landing on the damp ground on the other side as sure footed as the things he had come to kill. He knew she was there. He’d have recognized that car anywhere. The vampires thought they were so cool, so slick and the supreme hunters. But they hadn’t been counting on Dean’s knowledge of classic cars.
Kate was there, and he had a machete smeared with dead man’s blood with her name on it. Her mate had nearly killed Sammy, and they’d been forced to waste a bullet from the Colt to stop him. Now it had all gone to hell, and he was going to make that bitch pay.
Crouched low, he slipped between the stacks of tons of Detroit steel that had gone to the great beyond. He pulled out the machete. He knew he was being stupid for hunting her during the night, but he wanted her to be awake when he killed her.
She looked down at the boy from her perch on top of an Olds Cutlass. Her brown hair was hanging limp around her pale face, and there was more loneliness in her eyes than there was anger. Killing Dean Winchester was just what the doctor ordered. To have her belly filled with his blood would be a dream come true, but there was just one problem. She didn’t want to kill him. She wanted to keep him.
“Hello Dean,” she said as she dropped to the ground behind him. Her hand darted out to catch his wrist before he could cut into her with the machete. “I’ve been waiting for you to find me.” As she squeezed, Dean brought his knee up trying to catch her in the crotch. “Did you forget I was a girl, Dean?” She laughed as his wrist snapped and she kicked the machete out of the way.
“Really?” Dean snarked back pulling out a knife with a wicked curved blade from his other pocket. “I just thought you were a bitch.”
“Oh I’m a bitch,” she chuckled, her eyes glowing in the sudden moonlight as her mouth filled with more fangs than he could count. “I also think you and I are going to make beautiful music together. Tell you what though. I’ll give you a head start. Run little boy, run like the wind Dean.” She was still laughing when she heard him hit the gate unable to clime it with his broken wrist. “A killer like you, Dean, is wasted on humanity. You should be one of us.”
“I won’t be like you.” Dean drove the knife deep into her guts and twisted as she grabbed him tight against her. He knew it wasn’t enough, but wanted to make sure that she hurt when she took him.
Kate hissed in pain as the knife tore into her. “You already are like me.” She grabbed him by the back of the neck, and forced his face into the wound. “Now be a good boy, and kiss it to make it better.”
Author: goth_huntress
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean Winchester/Kate the vampire
Prompt: 1 - Ravished 50_darkfics
Word Count: 688
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Dead Man's Blood
Dean paused before the chain link fence that nearly as rusty as the piles of cars stored behind them. He listened carefully, wondering where the junkyard dog was that he’d seen that afternoon when he’d come through the main gate to buy a part for the Impala. It had been a silly thing to look for. The car was in such bad shape, that he really had no idea if she was ever going to be able to hit the road again. But with Sam and his dad in the hospital, he just needed something to do to keep busy.
Now he was there around midnight, a weapons bag slung over his shoulder, because of something he’d seen in the shadows behind some of the car corpses. “Come on Scooby, where the hell are you?” He was sure the dog was going to try to take his face off. But there was no barking, no growling, it was just too damned quiet. The only sound was the wind rustling the chain link occasionally.
He jumped as high as he could, and scrambled over the top landing on the damp ground on the other side as sure footed as the things he had come to kill. He knew she was there. He’d have recognized that car anywhere. The vampires thought they were so cool, so slick and the supreme hunters. But they hadn’t been counting on Dean’s knowledge of classic cars.
Kate was there, and he had a machete smeared with dead man’s blood with her name on it. Her mate had nearly killed Sammy, and they’d been forced to waste a bullet from the Colt to stop him. Now it had all gone to hell, and he was going to make that bitch pay.
Crouched low, he slipped between the stacks of tons of Detroit steel that had gone to the great beyond. He pulled out the machete. He knew he was being stupid for hunting her during the night, but he wanted her to be awake when he killed her.
She looked down at the boy from her perch on top of an Olds Cutlass. Her brown hair was hanging limp around her pale face, and there was more loneliness in her eyes than there was anger. Killing Dean Winchester was just what the doctor ordered. To have her belly filled with his blood would be a dream come true, but there was just one problem. She didn’t want to kill him. She wanted to keep him.
“Hello Dean,” she said as she dropped to the ground behind him. Her hand darted out to catch his wrist before he could cut into her with the machete. “I’ve been waiting for you to find me.” As she squeezed, Dean brought his knee up trying to catch her in the crotch. “Did you forget I was a girl, Dean?” She laughed as his wrist snapped and she kicked the machete out of the way.
“Really?” Dean snarked back pulling out a knife with a wicked curved blade from his other pocket. “I just thought you were a bitch.”
“Oh I’m a bitch,” she chuckled, her eyes glowing in the sudden moonlight as her mouth filled with more fangs than he could count. “I also think you and I are going to make beautiful music together. Tell you what though. I’ll give you a head start. Run little boy, run like the wind Dean.” She was still laughing when she heard him hit the gate unable to clime it with his broken wrist. “A killer like you, Dean, is wasted on humanity. You should be one of us.”
“I won’t be like you.” Dean drove the knife deep into her guts and twisted as she grabbed him tight against her. He knew it wasn’t enough, but wanted to make sure that she hurt when she took him.
Kate hissed in pain as the knife tore into her. “You already are like me.” She grabbed him by the back of the neck, and forced his face into the wound. “Now be a good boy, and kiss it to make it better.”