"I Will Take Care of You" 9
Title: I Will Take Care of You
Author: Kida
Verse: Were wolf!Dean/Vampire!Sam
Pairings: Wincest
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AUish
Disclaimer: not mine.
Summary: Dean gets an unexpected visit.
ps- yes, this chapter and chapter 8 are short. but i'm putting them both up so you can't be too mad at me :P
ps2- it's still doing that weird thingy ma bob...*shrug* sorry!
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Dean sighed happily as he set what was left of the corpse on fire. It seemed that Sammy had finally stopped fighting. He had looked so peaceful in his slumber, God Sammy was beautiful. The fresh blood running through his veins flushing those dimpled cheeks still evident on the younger boy's sleeping face.
The elder Winchester looked down at the stake and was instantly sick. Sam had almost used this very stake to kill himself. Blessed it with an incantation and had held the point to his heart. Surely now Sam had given in, he wouldn’t have such thoughts any more. Dean watched the flames lick at their victim’s butchered corpse. Sam was going to be ok.
“Didn’t think you would” stated a voice Dean instantly knew and hated, “You couldn’t let him die, could you?”
“Where’d you come from?” Dean growled
“You let him eat, kill. Hell, " she nodded to the flaming corpse, "you dragged the poor bastard back here and served him up for Sam, didn’t you?”
“Sam is good!” Dean screamed adamantly.
“We were good too,” She replied calmly but earnestly, “before we were bitten and turned.”
“What sick game are you playing?” he demanded.
“This is the only way I could make you listen, make you understand.” Her face showed signs of remorse, but Dean’s eyes stayed sharp and accusing, “Dean, not all of us are bad just because we’re supernatural. I still remember when I was a human. I was a school teacher for goodness sake.”
“Hey" Dean cut her rant short, "just coz you two monsters turned me and Sammy, don’t mean I gotta listen to your damn sob story.” The Winchester sneered.
“You really should try to be a little nicer seeing we’re the only friends you got now.” She straightened up, her face hardened at Dean’s lack of sympathy, “Who of your old contacts are going to give shelter to a werewolf and vampire? No one’s going to trust you now.”
Dean’s lip curled as he shook his head, “We don’t NEED any one else.”
She sighed and turned around, meeting with Dean’s stake. He lunged. The vampire gasped and gurgled as blood poured from her mouth. “All I’ll ever need is Sammy.” Dean twisted the stake, hearing the audible squish of her internal organs being churned beneath severed flesh.