Mysterious Sin (M, 13,133)
Title: Mysterious Sin (Part Two)
Rating: M
Author: guardiancastiel
Artist: dollarformyname
Beta: rubystandish
Genre: (Gen, het, slash, femmeslash) Het
Pairing(s) / Character(s): vampire!Adam/Meg, Sam, Dean, Bobby, Crowley, OFC, mentions of Michael and Castiel
Warnings: Strong sexual content, blood, strong scenes of torture
Word Count: 13,133 wc total.
Notes: I do not own any of these characters, I make no profit, I just play in the SPN universe. Well this was an interesting pair to write, but I loved every minute of it! Hope you enjoy this pairing as much as I did.
Summary: Adam is a vampire and his companion, Meg. Their relationship is inexplicable, but their bond is obvious. While Meg is obsessed with tracking down Crowley and those loyal to him, Adam follows her blindly. But when she goes missing he has no choice but to turn to his half-brothers to help him find her.
Fic Masterpost / Art Masterpost
“You didn’t have to hit him so hard, Dean.” He could hear Sam’s voice whined out from behind the heavy metal door.
“He’s a vampire, Sam,” Dean spat back. “I’m sure he barely even felt it.”
Adam had to agree. It hadn’t been much of a hit, but for theatrics he took the fall of a sedated giant.
“What ya boys reckon it wants?” Bobby chimed in.
“He.” Adam heard Sam emphasize.
Adam could picture Dean rolling his eyes and shifting in his relaxed stance.
“It probably wants to kill us. I mean, did you see how hungry it looked.”
Adam heard the screech of the little metal door of the peep hole slide open. While Dean looked in on him, he was playing possum. They had laid him out on a small cot, shackling his legs and hands; in his opinion, they were all being exceedingly cavalier about the situation. He knew they were professionals but their hesitation in killing him gave him hope.
He knew that they would probably sympathize with him more than they would with Meg’s situation, but he had to test his luck even if he was met with the sharp end of a steak. He continued to act unconscious and kept his ears open to the conversation going on just a few feet away.
“He didn′t attack you, Dean. He didn’t attack any of us.” Sam argued.
“Because I didn’t give him a chance!”
“Dean, if that was me in there - .”
“Aw, shut up ya idjits!” Bobby’s booming voice shut both the younger men up.
Adam could hear his heavy breathing. He could picture him giving both Sam and Dean a hardened look as he stroked his beard and paced around them with father like authority.
“No one is going in there pointy sticks blazing just yet, so the both of you settle down! We’ll think on it and then we’ll see just what the Hell we are going to do! In the meantime, Dean why don’t you run up stairs and get me the goats blood I got stored in the refrigerator.”
“Bobby!”
“Now, boy!”
He could picture Dean relent as he begrudgingly followed Bobby’s orders. The thud of his boots quickly jogging up the stairs faded just as Sam began to peek into the panic room.
“What’re you thinking, Bobby?”
The older man groaned and replied: “Honestly, boy, I think he needs our help. He wouldn’t have shown up for anything else.”
“He’s not a new vamp.”
“Definitely not.” Bobby sighed and took his turn looking into the panic room.
Adam didn't stir, he continued to listen and soon he heard Dean’s heavy boots approaching.
“A tall glass of goats blood,” Dean said as he descended down the stairs. “What’s the plan?”
“You’re the plan,” Bobby huffed. “Get your ass in there, son.”
“What?” Dean asked in surprise.
Adam broke his charade and smirked. He then heard the heavy iron door of the panic room wail as Dean swung it open. Adam let his grin fade as the slow drag of Dean’s boots approached him. A coppery smell mingled in the air surrounding him; it’s distinction against the smell of salt and iron made Adam’s mouth water. He did his best to hold his composure.
Dean’s steps came to a halt.
“I know you’re awake,” Dean called out to him. “Your face twitched.”
“It didn’t twitch,” Adam replied. He began to sit up, swinging his heavily shackled legs over the flimsy cot and brought his bounds hands to rub his face. “I was smiling.”
“Evil smile.” Dean was leaning up against the farthest wall of the panic room, a mason jar full of goats blood in one hand, his other hand hid behind his back.
“Steak?” Adam asked as he drifted his eyes from the goats blood to Dean’s hidden hand.
“Dipped in Dead Man’s Blood.” Dean pulled the steak out from behind his back and twirled it around in his hand. “Just so you understand, I won’t hesitate to ram this through your heart.”
“I may be a monster, Dean,” Adam scoffed, “but I’m not a savage. I’m not going to bite you, or attack Sam and Bobby. I just want to talk.”
“So, lets talk.” Dean stepped further into the room towards a small wooden table. He grabbed the stool next to it and sat down, placing the jar on the table almost directly in front of Adam.
Adam flicked his eyes nervously over to the jar and back to Dean. He had never been partial to animal blood, he had only stooped that low when he was exceedingly desperate. There were times when he felt an overwhelming guilt for the people he had killed for their blood, those were the days he survived on the blood of stray animals. It didn’t bring him much strength, their blood was more of a means to stay alive than to live abundantly. The predator within him was never satisfied by it, and Meg certainly never condoned it. She thought it was pathetic.
“I’m baiting you,” Dean said and smirked smugly. “In case you haven’t noticed.”
“Dean!” Sam scolded from the panic room’s doorway.
“I want your help.” Adam admitted.
“Help?” Dean asked speculatively.
“What kind of help, boy?” Bobby’s voice boomed out from behind Sam.
“I need to find a friend.” Adam realized it wouldn’t be easy convincing them to help him, it would be increasingly more difficult when he mentioned who his friend was.
Meg had let him know early on that she knew who he was and who he was related to. He been a vampire for a few weeks before he met her and he was still wary to all the supernatural creatures who were attracted to him. At the moment Meg strode into his life, he didn’t trust her. It was almost a reflexive defense but she soon worked her fingers deep into his psyche, he couldn’t not trust her after that.
“What kind of friend?” Sam asked and finally stepped into the panic room. He was careful in the distance he kept between himself and Adam before he finally chose a spot where he was confident.
“You know her.”
“Her?” Dean groaned.
“Who Adam?” Sam interjected.
“Listen, I don’t want you to hurt her. I just want you to help me find her and then we’ll get off your radar.”
“Who is it?” Sam asked again.
“Meg,” he said plainly. “It’s Meg.”
“Oh, bullshit!” Dean exclaimed almost immediately. The look on Sam’s face was distinctly that of disappointment and he could make out the faint sound of Bobby’s voice moaning out the word “balls!”
“This doesn’t feel right,” Dean said flat out as soon they all returned upstairs, minus Adam.
“We have to help him, Dean,” Sam intoned.
“Help him find Meg? Sam are you crazy?”
“No, not that. We have to help him.”
“What are you getting at?” Bobby questioned curiously.
“We have to find him a cure.”
“For vampirism?” Dean raised his eyebrows and shook his head. “Sam, you know there isn’t a cure.”
“Not for a vamp that’s already fed,” Bobby chimed in. “I’ve heard tell that there’s a cure for those who haven’t tasted human blood, but even if that’s true that plan is shot to Hell!”
“Yeah, he’s definitely fed!” Dean eyed Sam and shrugged.
The group stayed silent for a moment; their thoughts were clamoring through their heads like raging hellhounds. The mystery surrounding Adam, what had happened to him, and his fixation with Meg had them all stumped. The vague conversation they had with the cadaverous looking boy, who they had known so briefly alive, before retreating back to the living room hadn’t led them to any answers. It hadn’t made it easier to realize that they might have to kill him. Adam’s luck was as bad as theirs, it truly was a Winchester’s luck. He had Dean’s penchant for dying and Sam’s lust for supernatural chicks; it was sad.
“So, what’s the general consensus?” Bobby asked as he broke the silence. “Kill him or help him?”
“Help him,” Sam said concretely.
Dean groaned and rubbed his temples. He was running on too few hours of sleep and his supply of mercy had ran out sometime between fifteen and sixteen years ago. It wasn’t as though he didn’t feel some sympathy for Adam but the main people in his life would always be Sam and Bobby. Before their half brother had made his way back into their lives, they were busy trying to retrieve Bobby’s soul from Crowley.
“Dean, you okay with that?” Bobby had noticed his pensive look. The older man gave him a solemn look, they seemed to share a telepathic moment of understanding, they both knew if they took up Adam’s case then his would have to wait.
“Yeah,” Dean said finally and looked to Sam whose lips were pinched. His face resembled a mixture of his bitch face and his brooding face. Sam knew too that the matter of Bobby’s soul would have to wait if they wanted to help Adam.
“Okay, then. Dean you get back downstairs and get as much information out of the little bastard as you can. Sam, you can help me contact any hunters who might know Meg’s whereabouts.” Bobby took a deep breath and stared at the motionless pair of Winchester’s. “Well get your asses moving!”
The men broke out into their separate ways.
The light of the moon shone down from overhead and seemed to spotlight the jar of goats blood. The dark viscous liquid was almost effulgent in the dim light and the more he looked at it the more the monster within him wanted to bust the chains that kept him bound.
He tried to shake the lust for blood he felt, but as soon as he would quiet one evil another sweeter evil would whisper into his ear. Meg’s baby doll voice whispered to him; it told him to kick the goats blood from the table and to aim higher up the food chain. He had been so fixated on the blood and the voices that he didn’t even hear Dean enter the panic room.
Adam whipped his head towards the man, whose look was skeptical, and supposed that the clan had come to a conclusion about what they were going to do with him.
“You’ve killed a lot of people haven’t you?” Dean asked.
Adam knew that question was going to be thrown at him at some point and even though the question was certain, he never gave much thought to how he’d answer it. He had never been a liar; he had been a pretty honest guy for most of his lifetime. In death, he didn’t see a point to lying, if anything he could now be brutally honest and get away with it.
In truth, he had killed multitudes; under Meg’s tutelage he had even killed children. He had a previous assumption that he would enjoy all the killings, as he was a predator, but it wasn’t so black and white. He felt guilty at times and emotionless at others; it tore him apart in a sense and some days he couldn’t stand himself. Meg had made those days easier on him.
He came to understand that his being had a duality. He was still human and now a monster, his assimilation as a complete evil had never been finalized. He would be tortured for an eternity.
Adam nodded his head slowly at Dean’s question. He didn’t feel shame, it was the truth, and it was freeing.
“It scares me, Dean,” he admitted. “Killing all those people, but, do you want to know what scares me even more? When I stop.”
Adam didn’t know if he’d understand, but the look on Dean’s face - which was a cross between horror and sympathy - said many things.
Dean wasn’t carrying a steak and although there was one still on the table, he didn’t reach for it. Instead, he walked over, grabbed the goats blood off the table top and sat down next to Adam.
“Do you think you can survive on this and only this?” He asked and held the jar in front of Adam’s face.
“I can try,” he answered and it wasn’t completely a lie.
“No Garth, ya idjit!” Bobby growled at the phone. “I said the Meg demon! Not Meg Ryan! Why the Hell would I be hunting her?”
Sam shook his head and rifled through Bobby’s address book. They were barely diving into the F section when Dean and Adam made their way up from the basement.
“Dean, seriously?” Sam glared at Adam with some indifference as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
“Well you said you wanted to save him, Sammy. You have to deal with him being around.” Dean smiled devilishly as Sam tilted his head in annoyance.
Sam looked towards Adam distrustfully.
“Well, I don’t care if she is, Garth! She ain’t the Meg I’m looking for!” Bobby slammed the telephone receiver down and looked to Adam. “What exactly do you want with Meg anyway? And don’t say you love her, because I will throw you out at sunrise if that’s so!”
“I don’t have much to say then,” Adam shrugged.
“Jesus, Adam,” Sam sighed. “I know I’m not one to talk, but you know she’s bad news. Worse than bad news even, like devastating.”
“Did you ever think that maybe she did this to you?” Dean added, referring to Adam’s vampirism. “She’s dangerously manipulative or did that not concern you while you were banging her?”
“It’s not like that!” Adam shouted. “Well, not entirely.”
“Then what’s it like?” Sam asked. He was giving his very best empathetic look and it was then that Adam began to feel aggravated. He’d be walking a thin line trying to control himself in their presence. It would take a gargantuan amount of self-control and that would require a tremendous amount of psychical strength to accomplish; goats blood couldn’t hold him if he had to deal with that.
“Michael pulled me from Hell,” he began. “He basically patted me on the ass and pushed me out into a world I didn’t belong in anymore. He left me in that same cemetery I fell in and expected me to go find you all I assume. He didn’t say anything about you though.” Adam eyed Sam. “But I knew that if I was important enough to be dragged out of Hell, then you sure as hell were too.”
“Castiel,” Sam said meekly, “he pulled me out and we haven’t seen him since.”
“Michael must’ve busted you out afterwards.” Dean rolled his eyes,. “Heaven’s got a sheriff now.”
In the background, Bobby continued to shift through his address book. He stepped into the living room, his cell phone in hand and continued to call all the hunters that had trusted him enough with their numbers.
“Anyway,” Adam continued. “I wandered around, looked for a job and found one as a bus boy in a bar. I felt normal for awhile, made some friends and even got some pity from my boss. He let me stay in an empty room in his bar.” He stopped abruptly, like he was reliving a horrible experience. His eyes looked distant, hollow and he shuddered as he rubbed his face into his shoulder.
“Who bit you Adam?” Sam broke his trance.
“I met this girl one night. It was my night off, but I still hung around the bar to throw back a few drinks and she came over to me. There was something different about her and I wanted to ignore her but -.” He broke out into a brief laugh. “But it had been a long time since I had been laid.”
Dean nodded in understanding.
“I don’t remember much after that.” Adam shook his head. “I remember waking up in a field next to a shallow grave in the middle of the night. I thought it was still the same day, but when I got back into town and headed for the bar, my boss told me I had been missing for two weeks. It didn’t take me long to figure out what I turned into. About an hour after I had returned to the bar I killed him.”
“Who?” Dean questioned.
“My boss,” Adam said plainly, “I left town after that, kept wandering and then I was found.”
“By Meg,” Sam added.
He nodded. “She helped me deal with what was happening to me. She made me feel like I belonged, even if then more than ever I didn‘t. And that was that”
“You never thought it was her agenda to do this to you? Maybe to hurt us or just use you even?” Dean spat.
“I think maybe she’s moved on from making your lives a living hell.”
“What makes you say that?” Sam asked earnestly, his interested peaked.
“Because of Crowley.”
You could hear a pin drop.
Bobby stepped back into the kitchen, his cell phone in between his shoulder and ear. “What did you say?” he asked Adam ferociously.
“She’s after Crowley, that’s her agenda.” He stared pointedly at Dean. “But she disappeared after interrogating a demon named Mason, who was supposedly one of Crowley’s right hand men.”
“Whoa! Carl come at me again with the name of that demon you’re tailing right now.” Bobby turned away from Adam and spoke into the receiver of the small phone. There was a brief silence and then: “You say his name is Mason.”
Adam whipped his head toward the older man, if his motionless heart could beat it would burst out of his chest. His thoughts were racing, immediately assuming that Mason had taken Meg or that she had gone after her escaped victim and had gotten herself caught.
“Where is he?”
“You’re talking to Carl Finnegan?” Sam asked.
Bobby nodded and covered his free ear with his index finger. “Carl, what’s your location?”
“Carl’s a new hunter,” Dean whispered to Sam, to which he nodded.
Adam looked towards Bobby, his anxiety rising. The older man’s face was pinched, he was straining to hear the man on the other line and his once hunched shoulders tensed themselves into hard muscled bunches.
“Okay.” Bobby let his cell phone slide down slowly from his ear. “Carl says he’s tracked the Mason demon to a town a couple hours from here. Seems Mason was wreaking some havoc in Carl’s hometown, he managed to run him out but he wanted to finish the job but he couldn’t. Carl said Mason is part of a larger demon hoard,” Bobby huffed. “They’re all holding up in a warehouse. Carl’s been trying to get some experienced hunters up there to help him, but he’s had no luck till now.”
Bobby looked at the three younger men, his solid glare falling short at Adam. “Saddle up, boys!” He headed for his weapons cache, a liveliness in his step.
Adam moved to follow him, but Dean held him back with a firm hand on his shoulder.
“You should know we’re not doing this so you can have your little girlfriend back,” he said seriously.
“Dean,” Sam whined.
“No, Sam, he needs to know.” Dean held his position and stared into Adam’s eyes.
Adam’s gaze had always been met with fear, when he first arrived at the Singer home he had seen that fear briefly, but now looking into Dean’s eyes he saw the hard-edged stare of a man who had lost many things.
“We aren’t doing this for your little girlfriend. It′s out of tremendous luck that you may have indirectly led us to Crowley, but I want you to understand that other things hang in the balance that are extremely more important.”
Adam looked at him questioningly. He had walked into their lives blatantly shoving aside the fact that they were wrapped up in their own problems. He turned his view towards the living room where Bobby was shoving all the guns and ammo he had into various old duffel bags; he realized they weren’t telling him everything - not that they had to - but they still obliged.
“Crowley has Bobby’s soul,” Sam said somberly.
“And that’s priority number one as of now,” Dean added.
Sam shook his head in disagreement but Dean spoke again.
“Finding a cure for you is second.” Dean held a finger in Sam’s face as if to quiet him before he spoke up. “As much as Sam is advocating we try to help you, a cure for vampirism is sort to non-existent.”
“I don’t want a cure,” Adam said abruptly. “I just want her.”
“You want to know the third priority?” Dean gave him a venomous look. “I kill Meg.”
“Dean!” Sam snapped.
“You boys better get your asses in the car before I go without ya’ll!” Bobby bellowed half-way out the front door. Sam rose slowly from his chair, he eyed both Dean and Adam as he walked past their tense surrounding. Dean began to follow him, hesitantly turning his back to Adam.
“I won’t let you kill her,” Adam whispered when Dean was farthest from him, even with the distance between them he was certain that Dean heard him.
The drive was quiet, expect for the occasional pre-hunt strategy planning conversations that seemed to be direct and to the point. They let Bobby make the orders - his voice during the explanations cracked several times. Adam noted his mixture of excitement, anxiety and fear welling up inside of him as he waited patiently behind an almost calm exterior. A being with more senses than five would be the only thing capable of picking up on such a clutter of emotions clashing together in such a cramped space.
Bobby wasn’t the only one experiencing such chaos behind an expertly deceiving exterior. Sam - who was sitting next to him - and Dean who was driving, both had serious looks on their faces. Dean’s eyes would flick over to the rearview mirror, it took a few reflexive glances before he figured Adam wouldn’t appear in the reflection. His dark gaze of distrust floated towards Sam, who returned the look with a sour face.
Adam felt uncomfortable amongst them, their indifference towards him was just another reminder of how he didn’t belong. He let his head rest against the cold car window and stared out at the night he wished was truly endless. The sky’s darkness seemed to stretch out to the ends of the Earth, blanketing the country they drove past on their journey to a demon lair. He could feel the morning slinking forward second by aching second, making his arm hair stand on end.
His desire for Meg grew stronger each mile they moved forward and in the silence that hung between all four men, Adam contemplated the outcome of the night’s end. His half-brothers and Bobby had their plans and their good intentions, none of which particularly suited him. He was not for being cured - if it was even possible - and in truth only one thing concerned him, Meg’s safety. He knew she could handle herself, but maybe in her hunger for the downfall of the King of Hell she misjudged her strength against her enemy’s.
Only the night would tell their fate.
The Impala broke off the main highway and out onto a dirt road. A few miles in the warehouse became visible, shadowed mostly by darkness and partly illuminated by moonlight. A beat up truck was parked far from the broken down building, a man leaning up against the truck bed. The Impala’s headlights lit up his stout figure.
“There’s Carl,” Bobby said as he reached for the door handle.
“It’s eleven thirty,” Dean noted and turned off the ignition.
Sam nodded in Adam’s direction; Adam could tell the time by the air, the position of the moon, and by the feel of the night. He didn’t need a clock, but after feeling unwanted he was grateful for their concern.
Sam grabbed the duffel bag at his feet and shoved a pair of spray paint cans into it. They all stepped out of the car, Bobby went ahead of them to talk to Carl. Dean popped the Impala’s trunk and its many weapons dangled down from its lid. They began to load their weapons: shotguns, revolvers and handguns.
Sam tucked a knife into the waist of his pants and handed Dean an old revolver with a pentagram carved into its wooden grip. He twitched his head in Adam’s direction, his action was met by a stiff reaction by Dean.
“He needs a weapon Dean,” Sam said imposingly. “We have to trust him.”
“No, we don’t, we didn’t even have to bring him.” Dean tossed Adam one of their standard sawed-off shotguns. “But if we’re going to help him, I guess we can turn a blind eye to logic. You do know how to use that, right?”
Adam nodded with a hint of condescending attitude underneath. He held the gun loosely in his hand, aware that he’d probably never use it. The three men stood around awkwardly silent as they waited for Bobby. In the distance, the man Carl and Bobby were talking; their conversation seemed to end abruptly, just as soon as it ended Carl climbed into his truck and drove past them.
Bobby jogged back over to them. “I explained the situation to Carl, it all seemed a little out of his jurisdiction to him. His wife would kill him if he went and died, so he’s heading home.” Bobby shrugged. “We ready?”
They all nodded including Adam.
“Let’s go.” Dean said leadingl them in with, Bobby at his side.
“If we see Meg,” Bobby whispered.
“Kill her,” Dean finished for him.
Their underestimation of his senses amused Adam, their surety that they would succeed in killing Meg entertained him even more.
They neared the warehouse cautiously, spotting a few demons surrounding the entrance parameter.
“You can enter the warehouse uninvited, right?” Sam questioned.
Adam nodded.
“There’s only four demons protecting the main door, shouldn’t be too much of a hassle.” Dean loaded his old revolver. “Sam, you up for it?”
The group of demons stood a few meters ahead of them; Sam leapt from behind the thick gathering of trees they had hidden behind and whipped his knife at the demon nearest to them.
The sharp edge of the blade caught the demon’s neck, his panicked hand shot up to his throat just as a burst of bright light lit up his wound and eyes. Glottal noises emitted from his mouth till he dropped still on the dirt. The other demons look around helplessly till a shot rang out; a bullet clipped another demon in the head, his eyes flickering out much like the first demon. Sam ran out ahead of Dean, the older Winchester covering his brother by firing shots at the other demons left standing. Sam jerked the knife out of the demon’s neck and wiped the blade against his pant leg.
“You want to handle the Colt?” Dean asked Bobby as he offered the gun to him. “Figure, you’re the one with more of a stake in this.”
Bobby nodded and traded his shotgun over for the Colt.
They entered the old decaying warehouse. It was a labyrinth of hallways and unmarked doors, everything looked the same. They walked cautiously down the maze like structure, with Sam spray painting Devil’s Traps in the darker corners of the passage ways.
Finally, the long hallway gave way to a larger room. Over turned tables and scattered debris littered the room, its apparent emptiness led to a nervous reaction from all four of the men. A few ominous minutes passed, the silence thickening between them.
Adam tried to stretch his senses to their prime points but everything seemed dull and quiet. It was almost like someone knew how to work their way around his instincts.
“Well, you’re a pathetic excuse for a vampire,” a heavy accented voice breathed into Adam’s neck.
As soon as he whipped himself around to face the owner of the voice, he felt the shotgun being jerked from his hands. Behind him he heard a menacing growl, louder than any normal dog he had ever heard. Although the animalistic sound seemed to be emitted by a rather large creature, he saw nothing in sight except a short balding man in a long black coat.
Whatever invisible menace it was that was snarling had went and knocked Bobby backwards, his colt flying from his hands. Dean backed himself into a corner, firing his shotgun into what seemed to be mid air. His shells clipped something, that much was evident due to what seemed to be a geyser of blood shooting out from a invisible beast. Sam jumped to help his brother, stabbing whatever it was with his knife. His infliction was not lethal, as he kept stabbing down into the now yelping monster until he found some point on its body that would affect it.
Adam stood frozen in front of the man he sensed was Crowley, the very demon Meg despised and wanted dead for his treason.
“You’re what she’s been on about?” Crowley tilted his head and then rushed a hand up to Adam’s neck. Adam tensed underneath his strong grip, the demon’s fingernails digging into his throat.
“Don’t hurt him!” A familiar wispy voice called out.
Meg walked out from the shadows a wide-eyed expression on her face. She didn′t look hurt or tired, or any way that Adam had imagined her to look . He had pictured her going through tortures and horrific experiences, but instead he found her incredibly normal and in no definition did she appear to be a hostage.
“Meg,” Adam chocked out.
A loud yelp rang out from behind him and he felt Crowley’s grip loosen from his neck.
“Oh, you bastards,” Crowley yelled at the Winchesters. “Ya killed my best hound!”
“My sincere apologies, dick,” Dean panted out.
“Meg, what are you doing?” Adam dared to ask. He was oddly afraid of the answer. He didn’t want what he suspected to be true to be her answer, but there was no doubt in his mind that he had been played.
“What can I say?” aShe cooed. “The only creatures I hate more on this Earth are the Winchester’s and I wasn’t about to pass up a great opportunity like the one Crowley offered.”
“Oh, you bitch,” Dean spat as he moved defensively forward.
“Mason!” Crowley yelled and the demon Adam had become acquainted with weeks earlier appeared out of the dark recesses of the room.
He was wearing a different host but his skills were much the same. Mason waved a hand at Sam and Dean and they were immediately pinned against the wall.
“Why?” It was all Adam could manage to ask in the whirlwind of chaos that seemed to be going on around him. The world that he knew came crumbling down and the one thing he had anchored himself to - the one thing that helped him survive - had betrayed him.
“Why be a pawn, when you can be a queen,” she answered. “Killing Crowley to restore Lucifer as King of Hell just doesn’t make sense anymore, especially since Lucifer would probably just kill me anyway.”
“And Crowley wouldn’t?” Sam yelled out, his body stiff against the warehouse wall.
“We make a good team,” Meg cackled as Crowley smirked her way.
Just then Bobby awoke out of his unconsciousness and fired a shot straight into Mason’s head. Sam and Dean went crashing down to the floor. Dean immediately leapt for his shotgun, taking aim at Crowley.
In the middle of the action, Meg pushed past Adam and bolted out the door. Adam spotted the knife Sam had used to kill Crowley’s hound and pulled the blade out of what looked like mid air. He left the chaos of the room behind in search of the unfaithful demon that had manipulated his entire undead existence, knife in hand.
In his chase, Adam spotted the faint shadow of a small figure enter a room and followed it closely behind.
Meg smiled at him sweetly as he shut the door behind him, the knife in his hand trembling as it rose higher into a defensive position. His face brandished a hard scowl contrasting her nonchalant emotions. She wasn’t ashamed of what she had done to him and she wanted him to know that.
“Did you do this to me?” He asked referencing his vampirism, his voice cracking at the insinuation.
She giggled and replied: “In the end, I figured out that everything is more about power and less about loyalty. I was going to use you to get to your brothers, at Crowley’s request, but I just ended up getting more attached to you than I had planned.”
Adam shook his head, he didn’t want to hear it but he needed to.
“He knew they were going to come after him, due to him still holding Bobby’s soul. He wanted to catch them off guard and distracted,” she shrugged. “He guessed between your affliction and my fake dilemma, they’d play into our hand.”
They had and it was because of him.
“But I’m extending an olive branch, Adam.” Her voice turned softer. “I did become attached to you and I know you’ve become attached to me. Join us,” she said, finally.
He shook his head, madly. A tidal wave of confusion spread over him, clutching his very being and wringing his blazing instincts that were screaming at him to reject her offer.
“They’re going to turn on you and kill you,” she tried to convince him. “It’s what they do.”
Adam shook his head and stepped towards her, the knife inching towards her neck. Meg made no move to back away, she simply stood in place, her token teasing smile spread across her lips.
“He’s gone! God damn, son of a bitch!” Bobby spat down onto the warehouse floor and kicked the abdomen of Mason’s host body.
Crowley had vanished midway through the fight, leaving the three men with another hell hound. They had managed to kill it quicker than the first one by firing the Colt’s rounds randomly hoping to catch the beast’s throat.
“Dean, we have to find Adam,” Sam noted.
Dean groaned. “He’s probably half way to a blood bank with his demon bride. Seriously, what is it with my brothers and demon chicks? It’s like yall’s kryptonite!”
“Shut up!” Sam growled.
They went off in search of Adam, their hopes not completely abated. In the distance of the hall they entered they heard an odd howling sound. Following the noise they pushed in a shut door, revealing Adam on the other side standing over Meg’s body, Ruby’s knife sticking out of her throat.
Blood was slowly pooling around her, slinking out of her now lifeless host. Wind was blowing in through a broken window at the corner of the room, causing a screeching gust to blow in.
Adam didn’t move an inch, he just kept on staring at what he had done. Even when Sam and Dean moved to drag him out, he was almost dead weight against them. As they exited, Bobby remained in the room and walked over to Meg’s corpse. He placed his heavy boot against her chest and bent down to tear the knife out of her. The body gave a small jerk and then went still.
“It’ll be morning soon, you think you’ll be okay riding in the trunk?” Dean asked a despondent Adam over his pie and coffee.
They had stopped at a diner on their way home, most of the conversation tip toed around Adam for the most part but they were beginning to ease into the realization that they now had a vampire to deal with.
Adam didn’t show much emotion for someone who had just killed the one person who had meant a great deal to him, her betrayal had stung but it was still too fresh to have sunk in completely. After seeing Meg dead, Bobby and his half-brothers immediately took a trust to him that they hadn’t had before. He felt their calm wash over him, the only thing perturbing the group now was how to deal with their new addition.
“You can survive on animal blood,” Bobby said so sternly it almost sounded like a command. Adam nodded at his words slowly and waved at the waitress down the aisle who had been waiting to take his order. “We will find a way to fix you,” Bobby added as he brought his mug of coffee to his lips.
The waitress rushed over to him a coy smile on her lips.
“I’ll take a burger,” Adam said, “bloody as hell.”
Sam smiled nervously at his request and Dean grinned.
The waitress jotted the order down, slipped her pen behind her ear and before departing batted her eyes flirtatiously at Adam.
“Anything you want, Sunshine,” she cooed and strode away.
Rating: M
Author: guardiancastiel
Artist: dollarformyname
Beta: rubystandish
Genre: (Gen, het, slash, femmeslash) Het
Pairing(s) / Character(s): vampire!Adam/Meg, Sam, Dean, Bobby, Crowley, OFC, mentions of Michael and Castiel
Warnings: Strong sexual content, blood, strong scenes of torture
Word Count: 13,133 wc total.
Notes: I do not own any of these characters, I make no profit, I just play in the SPN universe. Well this was an interesting pair to write, but I loved every minute of it! Hope you enjoy this pairing as much as I did.
Summary: Adam is a vampire and his companion, Meg. Their relationship is inexplicable, but their bond is obvious. While Meg is obsessed with tracking down Crowley and those loyal to him, Adam follows her blindly. But when she goes missing he has no choice but to turn to his half-brothers to help him find her.
Fic Masterpost / Art Masterpost
“You didn’t have to hit him so hard, Dean.” He could hear Sam’s voice whined out from behind the heavy metal door.
“He’s a vampire, Sam,” Dean spat back. “I’m sure he barely even felt it.”
Adam had to agree. It hadn’t been much of a hit, but for theatrics he took the fall of a sedated giant.
“What ya boys reckon it wants?” Bobby chimed in.
“He.” Adam heard Sam emphasize.
Adam could picture Dean rolling his eyes and shifting in his relaxed stance.
“It probably wants to kill us. I mean, did you see how hungry it looked.”
Adam heard the screech of the little metal door of the peep hole slide open. While Dean looked in on him, he was playing possum. They had laid him out on a small cot, shackling his legs and hands; in his opinion, they were all being exceedingly cavalier about the situation. He knew they were professionals but their hesitation in killing him gave him hope.
He knew that they would probably sympathize with him more than they would with Meg’s situation, but he had to test his luck even if he was met with the sharp end of a steak. He continued to act unconscious and kept his ears open to the conversation going on just a few feet away.
“He didn′t attack you, Dean. He didn’t attack any of us.” Sam argued.
“Because I didn’t give him a chance!”
“Dean, if that was me in there - .”
“Aw, shut up ya idjits!” Bobby’s booming voice shut both the younger men up.
Adam could hear his heavy breathing. He could picture him giving both Sam and Dean a hardened look as he stroked his beard and paced around them with father like authority.
“No one is going in there pointy sticks blazing just yet, so the both of you settle down! We’ll think on it and then we’ll see just what the Hell we are going to do! In the meantime, Dean why don’t you run up stairs and get me the goats blood I got stored in the refrigerator.”
“Bobby!”
“Now, boy!”
He could picture Dean relent as he begrudgingly followed Bobby’s orders. The thud of his boots quickly jogging up the stairs faded just as Sam began to peek into the panic room.
“What’re you thinking, Bobby?”
The older man groaned and replied: “Honestly, boy, I think he needs our help. He wouldn’t have shown up for anything else.”
“He’s not a new vamp.”
“Definitely not.” Bobby sighed and took his turn looking into the panic room.
Adam didn't stir, he continued to listen and soon he heard Dean’s heavy boots approaching.
“A tall glass of goats blood,” Dean said as he descended down the stairs. “What’s the plan?”
“You’re the plan,” Bobby huffed. “Get your ass in there, son.”
“What?” Dean asked in surprise.
Adam broke his charade and smirked. He then heard the heavy iron door of the panic room wail as Dean swung it open. Adam let his grin fade as the slow drag of Dean’s boots approached him. A coppery smell mingled in the air surrounding him; it’s distinction against the smell of salt and iron made Adam’s mouth water. He did his best to hold his composure.
Dean’s steps came to a halt.
“I know you’re awake,” Dean called out to him. “Your face twitched.”
“It didn’t twitch,” Adam replied. He began to sit up, swinging his heavily shackled legs over the flimsy cot and brought his bounds hands to rub his face. “I was smiling.”
“Evil smile.” Dean was leaning up against the farthest wall of the panic room, a mason jar full of goats blood in one hand, his other hand hid behind his back.
“Steak?” Adam asked as he drifted his eyes from the goats blood to Dean’s hidden hand.
“Dipped in Dead Man’s Blood.” Dean pulled the steak out from behind his back and twirled it around in his hand. “Just so you understand, I won’t hesitate to ram this through your heart.”
“I may be a monster, Dean,” Adam scoffed, “but I’m not a savage. I’m not going to bite you, or attack Sam and Bobby. I just want to talk.”
“So, lets talk.” Dean stepped further into the room towards a small wooden table. He grabbed the stool next to it and sat down, placing the jar on the table almost directly in front of Adam.
Adam flicked his eyes nervously over to the jar and back to Dean. He had never been partial to animal blood, he had only stooped that low when he was exceedingly desperate. There were times when he felt an overwhelming guilt for the people he had killed for their blood, those were the days he survived on the blood of stray animals. It didn’t bring him much strength, their blood was more of a means to stay alive than to live abundantly. The predator within him was never satisfied by it, and Meg certainly never condoned it. She thought it was pathetic.
“I’m baiting you,” Dean said and smirked smugly. “In case you haven’t noticed.”
“Dean!” Sam scolded from the panic room’s doorway.
“I want your help.” Adam admitted.
“Help?” Dean asked speculatively.
“What kind of help, boy?” Bobby’s voice boomed out from behind Sam.
“I need to find a friend.” Adam realized it wouldn’t be easy convincing them to help him, it would be increasingly more difficult when he mentioned who his friend was.
Meg had let him know early on that she knew who he was and who he was related to. He been a vampire for a few weeks before he met her and he was still wary to all the supernatural creatures who were attracted to him. At the moment Meg strode into his life, he didn’t trust her. It was almost a reflexive defense but she soon worked her fingers deep into his psyche, he couldn’t not trust her after that.
“What kind of friend?” Sam asked and finally stepped into the panic room. He was careful in the distance he kept between himself and Adam before he finally chose a spot where he was confident.
“You know her.”
“Her?” Dean groaned.
“Who Adam?” Sam interjected.
“Listen, I don’t want you to hurt her. I just want you to help me find her and then we’ll get off your radar.”
“Who is it?” Sam asked again.
“Meg,” he said plainly. “It’s Meg.”
“Oh, bullshit!” Dean exclaimed almost immediately. The look on Sam’s face was distinctly that of disappointment and he could make out the faint sound of Bobby’s voice moaning out the word “balls!”
“This doesn’t feel right,” Dean said flat out as soon they all returned upstairs, minus Adam.
“We have to help him, Dean,” Sam intoned.
“Help him find Meg? Sam are you crazy?”
“No, not that. We have to help him.”
“What are you getting at?” Bobby questioned curiously.
“We have to find him a cure.”
“For vampirism?” Dean raised his eyebrows and shook his head. “Sam, you know there isn’t a cure.”
“Not for a vamp that’s already fed,” Bobby chimed in. “I’ve heard tell that there’s a cure for those who haven’t tasted human blood, but even if that’s true that plan is shot to Hell!”
“Yeah, he’s definitely fed!” Dean eyed Sam and shrugged.
The group stayed silent for a moment; their thoughts were clamoring through their heads like raging hellhounds. The mystery surrounding Adam, what had happened to him, and his fixation with Meg had them all stumped. The vague conversation they had with the cadaverous looking boy, who they had known so briefly alive, before retreating back to the living room hadn’t led them to any answers. It hadn’t made it easier to realize that they might have to kill him. Adam’s luck was as bad as theirs, it truly was a Winchester’s luck. He had Dean’s penchant for dying and Sam’s lust for supernatural chicks; it was sad.
“So, what’s the general consensus?” Bobby asked as he broke the silence. “Kill him or help him?”
“Help him,” Sam said concretely.
Dean groaned and rubbed his temples. He was running on too few hours of sleep and his supply of mercy had ran out sometime between fifteen and sixteen years ago. It wasn’t as though he didn’t feel some sympathy for Adam but the main people in his life would always be Sam and Bobby. Before their half brother had made his way back into their lives, they were busy trying to retrieve Bobby’s soul from Crowley.
“Dean, you okay with that?” Bobby had noticed his pensive look. The older man gave him a solemn look, they seemed to share a telepathic moment of understanding, they both knew if they took up Adam’s case then his would have to wait.
“Yeah,” Dean said finally and looked to Sam whose lips were pinched. His face resembled a mixture of his bitch face and his brooding face. Sam knew too that the matter of Bobby’s soul would have to wait if they wanted to help Adam.
“Okay, then. Dean you get back downstairs and get as much information out of the little bastard as you can. Sam, you can help me contact any hunters who might know Meg’s whereabouts.” Bobby took a deep breath and stared at the motionless pair of Winchester’s. “Well get your asses moving!”
The men broke out into their separate ways.
The light of the moon shone down from overhead and seemed to spotlight the jar of goats blood. The dark viscous liquid was almost effulgent in the dim light and the more he looked at it the more the monster within him wanted to bust the chains that kept him bound.
He tried to shake the lust for blood he felt, but as soon as he would quiet one evil another sweeter evil would whisper into his ear. Meg’s baby doll voice whispered to him; it told him to kick the goats blood from the table and to aim higher up the food chain. He had been so fixated on the blood and the voices that he didn’t even hear Dean enter the panic room.
Adam whipped his head towards the man, whose look was skeptical, and supposed that the clan had come to a conclusion about what they were going to do with him.
“You’ve killed a lot of people haven’t you?” Dean asked.
Adam knew that question was going to be thrown at him at some point and even though the question was certain, he never gave much thought to how he’d answer it. He had never been a liar; he had been a pretty honest guy for most of his lifetime. In death, he didn’t see a point to lying, if anything he could now be brutally honest and get away with it.
In truth, he had killed multitudes; under Meg’s tutelage he had even killed children. He had a previous assumption that he would enjoy all the killings, as he was a predator, but it wasn’t so black and white. He felt guilty at times and emotionless at others; it tore him apart in a sense and some days he couldn’t stand himself. Meg had made those days easier on him.
He came to understand that his being had a duality. He was still human and now a monster, his assimilation as a complete evil had never been finalized. He would be tortured for an eternity.
Adam nodded his head slowly at Dean’s question. He didn’t feel shame, it was the truth, and it was freeing.
“It scares me, Dean,” he admitted. “Killing all those people, but, do you want to know what scares me even more? When I stop.”
Adam didn’t know if he’d understand, but the look on Dean’s face - which was a cross between horror and sympathy - said many things.
Dean wasn’t carrying a steak and although there was one still on the table, he didn’t reach for it. Instead, he walked over, grabbed the goats blood off the table top and sat down next to Adam.
“Do you think you can survive on this and only this?” He asked and held the jar in front of Adam’s face.
“I can try,” he answered and it wasn’t completely a lie.
“No Garth, ya idjit!” Bobby growled at the phone. “I said the Meg demon! Not Meg Ryan! Why the Hell would I be hunting her?”
Sam shook his head and rifled through Bobby’s address book. They were barely diving into the F section when Dean and Adam made their way up from the basement.
“Dean, seriously?” Sam glared at Adam with some indifference as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
“Well you said you wanted to save him, Sammy. You have to deal with him being around.” Dean smiled devilishly as Sam tilted his head in annoyance.
Sam looked towards Adam distrustfully.
“Well, I don’t care if she is, Garth! She ain’t the Meg I’m looking for!” Bobby slammed the telephone receiver down and looked to Adam. “What exactly do you want with Meg anyway? And don’t say you love her, because I will throw you out at sunrise if that’s so!”
“I don’t have much to say then,” Adam shrugged.
“Jesus, Adam,” Sam sighed. “I know I’m not one to talk, but you know she’s bad news. Worse than bad news even, like devastating.”
“Did you ever think that maybe she did this to you?” Dean added, referring to Adam’s vampirism. “She’s dangerously manipulative or did that not concern you while you were banging her?”
“It’s not like that!” Adam shouted. “Well, not entirely.”
“Then what’s it like?” Sam asked. He was giving his very best empathetic look and it was then that Adam began to feel aggravated. He’d be walking a thin line trying to control himself in their presence. It would take a gargantuan amount of self-control and that would require a tremendous amount of psychical strength to accomplish; goats blood couldn’t hold him if he had to deal with that.
“Michael pulled me from Hell,” he began. “He basically patted me on the ass and pushed me out into a world I didn’t belong in anymore. He left me in that same cemetery I fell in and expected me to go find you all I assume. He didn’t say anything about you though.” Adam eyed Sam. “But I knew that if I was important enough to be dragged out of Hell, then you sure as hell were too.”
“Castiel,” Sam said meekly, “he pulled me out and we haven’t seen him since.”
“Michael must’ve busted you out afterwards.” Dean rolled his eyes,. “Heaven’s got a sheriff now.”
In the background, Bobby continued to shift through his address book. He stepped into the living room, his cell phone in hand and continued to call all the hunters that had trusted him enough with their numbers.
“Anyway,” Adam continued. “I wandered around, looked for a job and found one as a bus boy in a bar. I felt normal for awhile, made some friends and even got some pity from my boss. He let me stay in an empty room in his bar.” He stopped abruptly, like he was reliving a horrible experience. His eyes looked distant, hollow and he shuddered as he rubbed his face into his shoulder.
“Who bit you Adam?” Sam broke his trance.
“I met this girl one night. It was my night off, but I still hung around the bar to throw back a few drinks and she came over to me. There was something different about her and I wanted to ignore her but -.” He broke out into a brief laugh. “But it had been a long time since I had been laid.”
Dean nodded in understanding.
“I don’t remember much after that.” Adam shook his head. “I remember waking up in a field next to a shallow grave in the middle of the night. I thought it was still the same day, but when I got back into town and headed for the bar, my boss told me I had been missing for two weeks. It didn’t take me long to figure out what I turned into. About an hour after I had returned to the bar I killed him.”
“Who?” Dean questioned.
“My boss,” Adam said plainly, “I left town after that, kept wandering and then I was found.”
“By Meg,” Sam added.
He nodded. “She helped me deal with what was happening to me. She made me feel like I belonged, even if then more than ever I didn‘t. And that was that”
“You never thought it was her agenda to do this to you? Maybe to hurt us or just use you even?” Dean spat.
“I think maybe she’s moved on from making your lives a living hell.”
“What makes you say that?” Sam asked earnestly, his interested peaked.
“Because of Crowley.”
You could hear a pin drop.
Bobby stepped back into the kitchen, his cell phone in between his shoulder and ear. “What did you say?” he asked Adam ferociously.
“She’s after Crowley, that’s her agenda.” He stared pointedly at Dean. “But she disappeared after interrogating a demon named Mason, who was supposedly one of Crowley’s right hand men.”
“Whoa! Carl come at me again with the name of that demon you’re tailing right now.” Bobby turned away from Adam and spoke into the receiver of the small phone. There was a brief silence and then: “You say his name is Mason.”
Adam whipped his head toward the older man, if his motionless heart could beat it would burst out of his chest. His thoughts were racing, immediately assuming that Mason had taken Meg or that she had gone after her escaped victim and had gotten herself caught.
“Where is he?”
“You’re talking to Carl Finnegan?” Sam asked.
Bobby nodded and covered his free ear with his index finger. “Carl, what’s your location?”
“Carl’s a new hunter,” Dean whispered to Sam, to which he nodded.
Adam looked towards Bobby, his anxiety rising. The older man’s face was pinched, he was straining to hear the man on the other line and his once hunched shoulders tensed themselves into hard muscled bunches.
“Okay.” Bobby let his cell phone slide down slowly from his ear. “Carl says he’s tracked the Mason demon to a town a couple hours from here. Seems Mason was wreaking some havoc in Carl’s hometown, he managed to run him out but he wanted to finish the job but he couldn’t. Carl said Mason is part of a larger demon hoard,” Bobby huffed. “They’re all holding up in a warehouse. Carl’s been trying to get some experienced hunters up there to help him, but he’s had no luck till now.”
Bobby looked at the three younger men, his solid glare falling short at Adam. “Saddle up, boys!” He headed for his weapons cache, a liveliness in his step.
Adam moved to follow him, but Dean held him back with a firm hand on his shoulder.
“You should know we’re not doing this so you can have your little girlfriend back,” he said seriously.
“Dean,” Sam whined.
“No, Sam, he needs to know.” Dean held his position and stared into Adam’s eyes.
Adam’s gaze had always been met with fear, when he first arrived at the Singer home he had seen that fear briefly, but now looking into Dean’s eyes he saw the hard-edged stare of a man who had lost many things.
“We aren’t doing this for your little girlfriend. It′s out of tremendous luck that you may have indirectly led us to Crowley, but I want you to understand that other things hang in the balance that are extremely more important.”
Adam looked at him questioningly. He had walked into their lives blatantly shoving aside the fact that they were wrapped up in their own problems. He turned his view towards the living room where Bobby was shoving all the guns and ammo he had into various old duffel bags; he realized they weren’t telling him everything - not that they had to - but they still obliged.
“Crowley has Bobby’s soul,” Sam said somberly.
“And that’s priority number one as of now,” Dean added.
Sam shook his head in disagreement but Dean spoke again.
“Finding a cure for you is second.” Dean held a finger in Sam’s face as if to quiet him before he spoke up. “As much as Sam is advocating we try to help you, a cure for vampirism is sort to non-existent.”
“I don’t want a cure,” Adam said abruptly. “I just want her.”
“You want to know the third priority?” Dean gave him a venomous look. “I kill Meg.”
“Dean!” Sam snapped.
“You boys better get your asses in the car before I go without ya’ll!” Bobby bellowed half-way out the front door. Sam rose slowly from his chair, he eyed both Dean and Adam as he walked past their tense surrounding. Dean began to follow him, hesitantly turning his back to Adam.
“I won’t let you kill her,” Adam whispered when Dean was farthest from him, even with the distance between them he was certain that Dean heard him.
The drive was quiet, expect for the occasional pre-hunt strategy planning conversations that seemed to be direct and to the point. They let Bobby make the orders - his voice during the explanations cracked several times. Adam noted his mixture of excitement, anxiety and fear welling up inside of him as he waited patiently behind an almost calm exterior. A being with more senses than five would be the only thing capable of picking up on such a clutter of emotions clashing together in such a cramped space.
Bobby wasn’t the only one experiencing such chaos behind an expertly deceiving exterior. Sam - who was sitting next to him - and Dean who was driving, both had serious looks on their faces. Dean’s eyes would flick over to the rearview mirror, it took a few reflexive glances before he figured Adam wouldn’t appear in the reflection. His dark gaze of distrust floated towards Sam, who returned the look with a sour face.
Adam felt uncomfortable amongst them, their indifference towards him was just another reminder of how he didn’t belong. He let his head rest against the cold car window and stared out at the night he wished was truly endless. The sky’s darkness seemed to stretch out to the ends of the Earth, blanketing the country they drove past on their journey to a demon lair. He could feel the morning slinking forward second by aching second, making his arm hair stand on end.
His desire for Meg grew stronger each mile they moved forward and in the silence that hung between all four men, Adam contemplated the outcome of the night’s end. His half-brothers and Bobby had their plans and their good intentions, none of which particularly suited him. He was not for being cured - if it was even possible - and in truth only one thing concerned him, Meg’s safety. He knew she could handle herself, but maybe in her hunger for the downfall of the King of Hell she misjudged her strength against her enemy’s.
Only the night would tell their fate.
The Impala broke off the main highway and out onto a dirt road. A few miles in the warehouse became visible, shadowed mostly by darkness and partly illuminated by moonlight. A beat up truck was parked far from the broken down building, a man leaning up against the truck bed. The Impala’s headlights lit up his stout figure.
“There’s Carl,” Bobby said as he reached for the door handle.
“It’s eleven thirty,” Dean noted and turned off the ignition.
Sam nodded in Adam’s direction; Adam could tell the time by the air, the position of the moon, and by the feel of the night. He didn’t need a clock, but after feeling unwanted he was grateful for their concern.
Sam grabbed the duffel bag at his feet and shoved a pair of spray paint cans into it. They all stepped out of the car, Bobby went ahead of them to talk to Carl. Dean popped the Impala’s trunk and its many weapons dangled down from its lid. They began to load their weapons: shotguns, revolvers and handguns.
Sam tucked a knife into the waist of his pants and handed Dean an old revolver with a pentagram carved into its wooden grip. He twitched his head in Adam’s direction, his action was met by a stiff reaction by Dean.
“He needs a weapon Dean,” Sam said imposingly. “We have to trust him.”
“No, we don’t, we didn’t even have to bring him.” Dean tossed Adam one of their standard sawed-off shotguns. “But if we’re going to help him, I guess we can turn a blind eye to logic. You do know how to use that, right?”
Adam nodded with a hint of condescending attitude underneath. He held the gun loosely in his hand, aware that he’d probably never use it. The three men stood around awkwardly silent as they waited for Bobby. In the distance, the man Carl and Bobby were talking; their conversation seemed to end abruptly, just as soon as it ended Carl climbed into his truck and drove past them.
Bobby jogged back over to them. “I explained the situation to Carl, it all seemed a little out of his jurisdiction to him. His wife would kill him if he went and died, so he’s heading home.” Bobby shrugged. “We ready?”
They all nodded including Adam.
“Let’s go.” Dean said leadingl them in with, Bobby at his side.
“If we see Meg,” Bobby whispered.
“Kill her,” Dean finished for him.
Their underestimation of his senses amused Adam, their surety that they would succeed in killing Meg entertained him even more.
They neared the warehouse cautiously, spotting a few demons surrounding the entrance parameter.
“You can enter the warehouse uninvited, right?” Sam questioned.
Adam nodded.
“There’s only four demons protecting the main door, shouldn’t be too much of a hassle.” Dean loaded his old revolver. “Sam, you up for it?”
The group of demons stood a few meters ahead of them; Sam leapt from behind the thick gathering of trees they had hidden behind and whipped his knife at the demon nearest to them.
The sharp edge of the blade caught the demon’s neck, his panicked hand shot up to his throat just as a burst of bright light lit up his wound and eyes. Glottal noises emitted from his mouth till he dropped still on the dirt. The other demons look around helplessly till a shot rang out; a bullet clipped another demon in the head, his eyes flickering out much like the first demon. Sam ran out ahead of Dean, the older Winchester covering his brother by firing shots at the other demons left standing. Sam jerked the knife out of the demon’s neck and wiped the blade against his pant leg.
“You want to handle the Colt?” Dean asked Bobby as he offered the gun to him. “Figure, you’re the one with more of a stake in this.”
Bobby nodded and traded his shotgun over for the Colt.
They entered the old decaying warehouse. It was a labyrinth of hallways and unmarked doors, everything looked the same. They walked cautiously down the maze like structure, with Sam spray painting Devil’s Traps in the darker corners of the passage ways.
Finally, the long hallway gave way to a larger room. Over turned tables and scattered debris littered the room, its apparent emptiness led to a nervous reaction from all four of the men. A few ominous minutes passed, the silence thickening between them.
Adam tried to stretch his senses to their prime points but everything seemed dull and quiet. It was almost like someone knew how to work their way around his instincts.
“Well, you’re a pathetic excuse for a vampire,” a heavy accented voice breathed into Adam’s neck.
As soon as he whipped himself around to face the owner of the voice, he felt the shotgun being jerked from his hands. Behind him he heard a menacing growl, louder than any normal dog he had ever heard. Although the animalistic sound seemed to be emitted by a rather large creature, he saw nothing in sight except a short balding man in a long black coat.
Whatever invisible menace it was that was snarling had went and knocked Bobby backwards, his colt flying from his hands. Dean backed himself into a corner, firing his shotgun into what seemed to be mid air. His shells clipped something, that much was evident due to what seemed to be a geyser of blood shooting out from a invisible beast. Sam jumped to help his brother, stabbing whatever it was with his knife. His infliction was not lethal, as he kept stabbing down into the now yelping monster until he found some point on its body that would affect it.
Adam stood frozen in front of the man he sensed was Crowley, the very demon Meg despised and wanted dead for his treason.
“You’re what she’s been on about?” Crowley tilted his head and then rushed a hand up to Adam’s neck. Adam tensed underneath his strong grip, the demon’s fingernails digging into his throat.
“Don’t hurt him!” A familiar wispy voice called out.
Meg walked out from the shadows a wide-eyed expression on her face. She didn′t look hurt or tired, or any way that Adam had imagined her to look . He had pictured her going through tortures and horrific experiences, but instead he found her incredibly normal and in no definition did she appear to be a hostage.
“Meg,” Adam chocked out.
A loud yelp rang out from behind him and he felt Crowley’s grip loosen from his neck.
“Oh, you bastards,” Crowley yelled at the Winchesters. “Ya killed my best hound!”
“My sincere apologies, dick,” Dean panted out.
“Meg, what are you doing?” Adam dared to ask. He was oddly afraid of the answer. He didn’t want what he suspected to be true to be her answer, but there was no doubt in his mind that he had been played.
“What can I say?” aShe cooed. “The only creatures I hate more on this Earth are the Winchester’s and I wasn’t about to pass up a great opportunity like the one Crowley offered.”
“Oh, you bitch,” Dean spat as he moved defensively forward.
“Mason!” Crowley yelled and the demon Adam had become acquainted with weeks earlier appeared out of the dark recesses of the room.
He was wearing a different host but his skills were much the same. Mason waved a hand at Sam and Dean and they were immediately pinned against the wall.
“Why?” It was all Adam could manage to ask in the whirlwind of chaos that seemed to be going on around him. The world that he knew came crumbling down and the one thing he had anchored himself to - the one thing that helped him survive - had betrayed him.
“Why be a pawn, when you can be a queen,” she answered. “Killing Crowley to restore Lucifer as King of Hell just doesn’t make sense anymore, especially since Lucifer would probably just kill me anyway.”
“And Crowley wouldn’t?” Sam yelled out, his body stiff against the warehouse wall.
“We make a good team,” Meg cackled as Crowley smirked her way.
Just then Bobby awoke out of his unconsciousness and fired a shot straight into Mason’s head. Sam and Dean went crashing down to the floor. Dean immediately leapt for his shotgun, taking aim at Crowley.
In the middle of the action, Meg pushed past Adam and bolted out the door. Adam spotted the knife Sam had used to kill Crowley’s hound and pulled the blade out of what looked like mid air. He left the chaos of the room behind in search of the unfaithful demon that had manipulated his entire undead existence, knife in hand.
In his chase, Adam spotted the faint shadow of a small figure enter a room and followed it closely behind.
Meg smiled at him sweetly as he shut the door behind him, the knife in his hand trembling as it rose higher into a defensive position. His face brandished a hard scowl contrasting her nonchalant emotions. She wasn’t ashamed of what she had done to him and she wanted him to know that.
“Did you do this to me?” He asked referencing his vampirism, his voice cracking at the insinuation.
She giggled and replied: “In the end, I figured out that everything is more about power and less about loyalty. I was going to use you to get to your brothers, at Crowley’s request, but I just ended up getting more attached to you than I had planned.”
Adam shook his head, he didn’t want to hear it but he needed to.
“He knew they were going to come after him, due to him still holding Bobby’s soul. He wanted to catch them off guard and distracted,” she shrugged. “He guessed between your affliction and my fake dilemma, they’d play into our hand.”
They had and it was because of him.
“But I’m extending an olive branch, Adam.” Her voice turned softer. “I did become attached to you and I know you’ve become attached to me. Join us,” she said, finally.
He shook his head, madly. A tidal wave of confusion spread over him, clutching his very being and wringing his blazing instincts that were screaming at him to reject her offer.
“They’re going to turn on you and kill you,” she tried to convince him. “It’s what they do.”
Adam shook his head and stepped towards her, the knife inching towards her neck. Meg made no move to back away, she simply stood in place, her token teasing smile spread across her lips.
“He’s gone! God damn, son of a bitch!” Bobby spat down onto the warehouse floor and kicked the abdomen of Mason’s host body.
Crowley had vanished midway through the fight, leaving the three men with another hell hound. They had managed to kill it quicker than the first one by firing the Colt’s rounds randomly hoping to catch the beast’s throat.
“Dean, we have to find Adam,” Sam noted.
Dean groaned. “He’s probably half way to a blood bank with his demon bride. Seriously, what is it with my brothers and demon chicks? It’s like yall’s kryptonite!”
“Shut up!” Sam growled.
They went off in search of Adam, their hopes not completely abated. In the distance of the hall they entered they heard an odd howling sound. Following the noise they pushed in a shut door, revealing Adam on the other side standing over Meg’s body, Ruby’s knife sticking out of her throat.
Blood was slowly pooling around her, slinking out of her now lifeless host. Wind was blowing in through a broken window at the corner of the room, causing a screeching gust to blow in.
Adam didn’t move an inch, he just kept on staring at what he had done. Even when Sam and Dean moved to drag him out, he was almost dead weight against them. As they exited, Bobby remained in the room and walked over to Meg’s corpse. He placed his heavy boot against her chest and bent down to tear the knife out of her. The body gave a small jerk and then went still.
“It’ll be morning soon, you think you’ll be okay riding in the trunk?” Dean asked a despondent Adam over his pie and coffee.
They had stopped at a diner on their way home, most of the conversation tip toed around Adam for the most part but they were beginning to ease into the realization that they now had a vampire to deal with.
Adam didn’t show much emotion for someone who had just killed the one person who had meant a great deal to him, her betrayal had stung but it was still too fresh to have sunk in completely. After seeing Meg dead, Bobby and his half-brothers immediately took a trust to him that they hadn’t had before. He felt their calm wash over him, the only thing perturbing the group now was how to deal with their new addition.
“You can survive on animal blood,” Bobby said so sternly it almost sounded like a command. Adam nodded at his words slowly and waved at the waitress down the aisle who had been waiting to take his order. “We will find a way to fix you,” Bobby added as he brought his mug of coffee to his lips.
The waitress rushed over to him a coy smile on her lips.
“I’ll take a burger,” Adam said, “bloody as hell.”
Sam smiled nervously at his request and Dean grinned.
The waitress jotted the order down, slipped her pen behind her ear and before departing batted her eyes flirtatiously at Adam.
“Anything you want, Sunshine,” she cooed and strode away.