And Blood Screams (SPN/BtVS) - Chapter 5
Title: And Blood Screams
Artist: iria4285
Mixer: glasslogic
Fandom: Supernatural/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Type: het, slash, fusion, threesome
Word Count:
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Spike/Sam/Faith, implied Spike/Sam/Dean/Faith, appearances by SPN hunters
Warnings: Sexual content, strong language, blood, death, torture
Summary: Vampire!AU: Years ago, Sam Winchester lost his brother. Dean left him, left them all because he got back his bothersome soul. He joined up with hunters to fight evil and atone for his sins. However, Sam didn't let go that easily and Spike and Faith are pretty used to giving him what he wants. What he wants is to play a dangerous game with Dean's new friends: kill them off one by one until Dean only has only one thing left.
“Then come on in. We’ll party,” Sam said.
Dean clicked the phone closed. “Be right there,” he muttered.
He looked up at the house from behind the first tree in a dense forest. It was big, cozy, fancy, basically everything nice. Right up Sammy’s alley when he got to pick. It also helped that there was a dead body on the stairs. It was an older man with slacks and a polo shirt. He was laying on the steps, his legs spread and his arms straight out to his sides.
Posed.
Sammy’s work.
Jo came quietly up behind Dean. “What did they say?”
“Bobby’s alive,” Dean informed her.
“They say that? And what? You think they’re telling the truth?” Gordon mocked from a few trees away.
“They got no reason to lie,” Dean said. “They’ve been expecting us. He is alive - or, he was - about a minute ago. They didn’t exactly make any promises on how long he was gonna stay that way so we going in or what?”
Gordon raised his crossbow so that it was pointed straight at Dean’s chest.
“Hey!” Jo snapped, stepping in front of Dean. “What the hell are you doing?”
“What Jim should’ve done when the fang first came around? Now, get the hell out of my way.”
“We need his help.”
“He helped. Good for him. Move.”
Dean put a hand on Jo’s shoulder. “Move, Jo.”
“But - .”
Dean put his other hand on her other shoulder and muttered. “Sorry.” He then threw her at Gordon, sending them both tumbling to the ground.
He made his escape.
XXX
He went in through a window. He could hear the hunters outside, spreading out to cover the front door and the back door, their boots sounding loud with his vampire-enhanced hearing. Sammy would hear them a mile away. Hell, he’d probably known Dean was outside before the phone call.
There was no sound in the house though.
The window led into the kitchen. It was a big place with shiny appliances and a fucking banana hammock on the center counter. Rich people.
Dean shook his head and hurried along as quietly as possible. He was on a time limit. He could hear the hunters getting ready. After what had happened outside (and every other freaking problem since his old friends arrived), the chances of them not aiming for him as much as the actual bad guy was about zero to none.
Dean stepped out of the kitchen and followed his nose.
The living room smelled of blood, a ton of it. Dean went in that direction. He was right too. There was a lot of blood, a puddle of it in the middle of the room. Footprints ran through it. Blood handprints decorate the couch. A rope still hung from the ceiling.
Bobby wasn’t there though.
BANG! The front and back doors busted open.
Dean ducked into a hallway as the hunters trampled in.
A couple took a turn and headed in his direction.
He growled in frustration before running out into the open. He shoved them out of his way. They both crashed into a glass cabinet, making a loud - very, very freaking loud - noise that attracted the attention of other hunters. Dean jumped up onto the second landing. He dropped down behind the low wall and an arrow shot over his head.
“It’s up there!”
Some backup they were.
Dean moved again.
There was a feeling creeping along the back of his mind that he didn’t like. The hunters were coming up the stairs. They were chasing him. He was throwing open bedroom doors and finding nothing. He was chasing Sam.
Sam, Faith, and Spike weren’t chasing anyone and that just wasn’t normal.
Not unless… “Fuck!”
There was nobody in there. They had been. All the blood in the living room was Bobby’s but they weren’t in there now. The house was empty besides him and a lot of pissed off hunters.
“Oh, you sneaky son of a bitch!”
Dean moved to the nearest window. He yanked it open. The hunters were coming for the not-available bad guys. Dean slipped out the window and fell down to the grassy lawn at the back of the house.
Just his luck: he turned and saw what he was looking for.
There was a barn in back, a good ways away from the house. It wasn’t exactly like the one all those years ago. It was newer, well put together. It was a barn though and it had a tree brushing against one side, which sure as hell made it close enough.
XXX
It was as different on the inside as it was on the outside: ordered. There were also noises coming from one of the stalls. The smell of blood hung in the air.
“Woohoo!” said Dean. “I know somebody’s in here.”
He crept up to the stall. Notably absent was Sam’s head poking over. The boy was too tall to and he wasn’t gonna crouch unless he had to.
Dean put his game face on and looked around.
There was a bloody body on the floor.
His face shifted back. “Bobby!” Dean hurried over.
Bobby groaned and moved just slightly. Dean could feel relief wash through his body. There was a lot of blood loss but he was alive and Dean could work with that. Now, he just had to find his little brother and get him to that same point.
Dean dropped down beside him. He pulled a handcuff secured to the back wall. He then caught one shoulder and carefully turned him onto his back.
Yellow eyes and fangs looked back at him. Dean shook his head. “No. No, no, no.”
Bobby lashed out at him, tackled him right out of the stall with superhuman strength made worse with hunger.
Dean threw him off and stood. “Fucking no!”
Bobby got back on his feet too.
Dean faced him. “He said you were…” Dean looked for the words, looked for some explanation. Put this right, you sneaky son of a bitch. Dean closed his eyes as the realization hit him. “He said you were ‘walking around’.”
He laughed ‘cause, if you looked at it in the right way, shit was funny. Really. He could imagine them laughing their asses off.
Come on in, Dean.
Save him, Dean.
Save me, Dean.
Save him, Dean.
Bobby tried to tackle him again but Dean was ready this time. He grabbed his shoulder and easily pushed him past and onto the ground. Dean didn’t face him this time. “Hunger’s pretty bad after you wake up,” he said. “Can’t think straight. Can’t fight right.”
Bobby went at him one last time and Dean turned, a stake in his hand, pointy end going on outward and straight into Bobby’s chest.
Save him, Dean.
“I’m sorry.”
Bobby fell to dust.
Dean shifted the stake in his hand. “Where are you?” he muttered. There were no sounds though. There was nothing to fight. Dean ran out and to the next, “Where the fuck are you?!” He went to the next one, next, next like if he could just find them hiding there…
His real prize was in the last one.
There was a message on the wall. It said BOOM! Dean eyes widened just as he heard it.
BOOM! And then another loud BOOM! Then another and another traveling along the many levels of the house as the bombs went off.
The hunters - Jo - was inside.
Dean dropped to his knees.
Next Part
Artist: iria4285
Mixer: glasslogic
Fandom: Supernatural/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Type: het, slash, fusion, threesome
Word Count:
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Spike/Sam/Faith, implied Spike/Sam/Dean/Faith, appearances by SPN hunters
Warnings: Sexual content, strong language, blood, death, torture
Summary: Vampire!AU: Years ago, Sam Winchester lost his brother. Dean left him, left them all because he got back his bothersome soul. He joined up with hunters to fight evil and atone for his sins. However, Sam didn't let go that easily and Spike and Faith are pretty used to giving him what he wants. What he wants is to play a dangerous game with Dean's new friends: kill them off one by one until Dean only has only one thing left.
“Then come on in. We’ll party,” Sam said.
Dean clicked the phone closed. “Be right there,” he muttered.
He looked up at the house from behind the first tree in a dense forest. It was big, cozy, fancy, basically everything nice. Right up Sammy’s alley when he got to pick. It also helped that there was a dead body on the stairs. It was an older man with slacks and a polo shirt. He was laying on the steps, his legs spread and his arms straight out to his sides.
Posed.
Sammy’s work.
Jo came quietly up behind Dean. “What did they say?”
“Bobby’s alive,” Dean informed her.
“They say that? And what? You think they’re telling the truth?” Gordon mocked from a few trees away.
“They got no reason to lie,” Dean said. “They’ve been expecting us. He is alive - or, he was - about a minute ago. They didn’t exactly make any promises on how long he was gonna stay that way so we going in or what?”
Gordon raised his crossbow so that it was pointed straight at Dean’s chest.
“Hey!” Jo snapped, stepping in front of Dean. “What the hell are you doing?”
“What Jim should’ve done when the fang first came around? Now, get the hell out of my way.”
“We need his help.”
“He helped. Good for him. Move.”
Dean put a hand on Jo’s shoulder. “Move, Jo.”
“But - .”
Dean put his other hand on her other shoulder and muttered. “Sorry.” He then threw her at Gordon, sending them both tumbling to the ground.
He made his escape.
XXX
He went in through a window. He could hear the hunters outside, spreading out to cover the front door and the back door, their boots sounding loud with his vampire-enhanced hearing. Sammy would hear them a mile away. Hell, he’d probably known Dean was outside before the phone call.
There was no sound in the house though.
The window led into the kitchen. It was a big place with shiny appliances and a fucking banana hammock on the center counter. Rich people.
Dean shook his head and hurried along as quietly as possible. He was on a time limit. He could hear the hunters getting ready. After what had happened outside (and every other freaking problem since his old friends arrived), the chances of them not aiming for him as much as the actual bad guy was about zero to none.
Dean stepped out of the kitchen and followed his nose.
The living room smelled of blood, a ton of it. Dean went in that direction. He was right too. There was a lot of blood, a puddle of it in the middle of the room. Footprints ran through it. Blood handprints decorate the couch. A rope still hung from the ceiling.
Bobby wasn’t there though.
BANG! The front and back doors busted open.
Dean ducked into a hallway as the hunters trampled in.
A couple took a turn and headed in his direction.
He growled in frustration before running out into the open. He shoved them out of his way. They both crashed into a glass cabinet, making a loud - very, very freaking loud - noise that attracted the attention of other hunters. Dean jumped up onto the second landing. He dropped down behind the low wall and an arrow shot over his head.
“It’s up there!”
Some backup they were.
Dean moved again.
There was a feeling creeping along the back of his mind that he didn’t like. The hunters were coming up the stairs. They were chasing him. He was throwing open bedroom doors and finding nothing. He was chasing Sam.
Sam, Faith, and Spike weren’t chasing anyone and that just wasn’t normal.
Not unless… “Fuck!”
There was nobody in there. They had been. All the blood in the living room was Bobby’s but they weren’t in there now. The house was empty besides him and a lot of pissed off hunters.
“Oh, you sneaky son of a bitch!”
Dean moved to the nearest window. He yanked it open. The hunters were coming for the not-available bad guys. Dean slipped out the window and fell down to the grassy lawn at the back of the house.
Just his luck: he turned and saw what he was looking for.
There was a barn in back, a good ways away from the house. It wasn’t exactly like the one all those years ago. It was newer, well put together. It was a barn though and it had a tree brushing against one side, which sure as hell made it close enough.
XXX
It was as different on the inside as it was on the outside: ordered. There were also noises coming from one of the stalls. The smell of blood hung in the air.
“Woohoo!” said Dean. “I know somebody’s in here.”
He crept up to the stall. Notably absent was Sam’s head poking over. The boy was too tall to and he wasn’t gonna crouch unless he had to.
Dean put his game face on and looked around.
There was a bloody body on the floor.
His face shifted back. “Bobby!” Dean hurried over.
Bobby groaned and moved just slightly. Dean could feel relief wash through his body. There was a lot of blood loss but he was alive and Dean could work with that. Now, he just had to find his little brother and get him to that same point.
Dean dropped down beside him. He pulled a handcuff secured to the back wall. He then caught one shoulder and carefully turned him onto his back.
Yellow eyes and fangs looked back at him. Dean shook his head. “No. No, no, no.”
Bobby lashed out at him, tackled him right out of the stall with superhuman strength made worse with hunger.
Dean threw him off and stood. “Fucking no!”
Bobby got back on his feet too.
Dean faced him. “He said you were…” Dean looked for the words, looked for some explanation. Put this right, you sneaky son of a bitch. Dean closed his eyes as the realization hit him. “He said you were ‘walking around’.”
He laughed ‘cause, if you looked at it in the right way, shit was funny. Really. He could imagine them laughing their asses off.
Come on in, Dean.
Save him, Dean.
Save me, Dean.
Save him, Dean.
Bobby tried to tackle him again but Dean was ready this time. He grabbed his shoulder and easily pushed him past and onto the ground. Dean didn’t face him this time. “Hunger’s pretty bad after you wake up,” he said. “Can’t think straight. Can’t fight right.”
Bobby went at him one last time and Dean turned, a stake in his hand, pointy end going on outward and straight into Bobby’s chest.
Save him, Dean.
“I’m sorry.”
Bobby fell to dust.
Dean shifted the stake in his hand. “Where are you?” he muttered. There were no sounds though. There was nothing to fight. Dean ran out and to the next, “Where the fuck are you?!” He went to the next one, next, next like if he could just find them hiding there…
His real prize was in the last one.
There was a message on the wall. It said BOOM! Dean eyes widened just as he heard it.
BOOM! And then another loud BOOM! Then another and another traveling along the many levels of the house as the bombs went off.
The hunters - Jo - was inside.
Dean dropped to his knees.
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