"Lacerated Sky Chp 1 & 2," NC-17, Supernatural/Vampires: Los Muertos
Lacerated Sky
Chapter 1: Occupational Hazard
A Supernatural/Vampires: Los Muertos Cross-over
by Laurel (Sailorhathor)
Chapters: 1 of ?
Rating: Overall, NC-17 for graphic sexual situations, sometimes between two men, and bad language.
Dates: This chapter was written November-December 2006
Word Count: 4,126
Simpson's Ref Summary: Sam is turned into a vampire... with sexy results!
Serious Summary: Dean discovers that Sam has been turned into a vampire when Sam shows signs of blood starvation. Dean does the only thing he can for his brother - he feeds him. This chapter is pre-Wincest.
Timeline: Alternate Universe after the Supernatural episode "Bloodlust."
Warning: Vampirism/blood drinking. Will eventually feature a threesome relationship between Sam/Lenore the Vampire/Dean. Will also contain other pairings. Contains spoilers for several episodes of Supernatural, especially the second season. Eventual cross-over with John Carpenter's Vampires: Los Muertos will majorly spoil that movie.
Betas: Thanks to KaijaWest and Renzer for the betas of this chapter.
Author's Notes: Told from Dean's point-of-view. I never really wanted to write Wincest between Sam and Dean until this story. Most people just don't write it realistically, and that's a big turn-off. But this plot bunny made it seem sort of possible to me. Blame it on the sexy vamp biting.
The title of this story comes from the lyrics of the Slayer song "Raining Blood."
It's sort of funny how sometimes, your own failures sneak up on you, and happen without you even having to be there. And suddenly, your whole life changes into some bizarre caricature of what it once was until you don't even recognize it. You just do whatever you have to for the people you love.
Sam would later call it an occupational hazard. But I didn't find out the truth about what happened to Sammy for two weeks following our run-in with Gordon Walker.
We got back to the hotel room after dealing with a haunted painting done by serial killer John Wayne Gacy of himself dressed as a clown. Fucking clowns again. The painting was coming to life and killing young men. Unfortunately, Gacy thought Sam and I were a mighty tasty treat, and we were both injured. I was bleeding more than Sam, so he was fretting over me getting patched up. But I should have known something was wrong when he wouldn't come near me. Sammy hung out in the corner, sometimes giving me a sheepish look, while I dressed the wounds I could reach. I asked for the Band-Aids and he practically threw them at me instead of bringing them to me.
"Dude, what's the matter? Do I stink or something?" I asked. A little humor can go a long way with my brother. Get him to open up.
Sam shrugged, looking guilty as a whore in church. "No," he said, not being the least bit convincing. "Nothing's the matter."
"Then come over here and patch up my back," I said, indicating a deep gash on my shoulder blade that I couldn't reach.
He just stood there, his eyes kinda wide, like a deer caught in the headlights. Everything in his facial expression said, "Oh shit."
Sam wasn't moving, so I repeated my request. "If we don't close it up, it'll scar. Come on, Sammy, it hurts."
He tried to recover by making a joke about me whining over the pain. A second later, Sam climbed onto the bed behind me and his hands were touching my bare back lightly. I heard him unwrapping the Band-Aid, and it really seemed like he was going to put it on without cleaning up the blood that had trickled down my back. I made a remark about it - Sammy just wasn't being himself - and his breath caught in his throat. His fingers on my back were shaking now. It was obvious to me that Sam was trying to get this done as quickly as he could.
"What the hell is the matter, Sam? You're being really weird," I said.
It was only going to get weirder. Sam didn't answer me. I could hear his breath coming faster, on the way to panting. Although I couldn't see him behind me, out of the corner of my eye, I could tell that he was just kneeling there, staring at the wound on my back. Like he'd been hypnotized. Next thing I knew, Sam leaned forward, and I felt him slowly lick the blood off my skin, running his tongue up my back until he'd reached the gash. Then he just sat there breathing heavy.
The look on my face must've been priceless. I barely got two words out. "Sammy, what-"
As I turned my head to look back at him, Sam let out this loud, inhuman growl, and I saw that he had a full set of vampire teeth descending from his gums. As you can imagine, I jumped about ten feet off that bed and backed away from my brother in shock. I really had no idea this would be the explanation to Sammy's strange behavior.
While he was away from me, looking after Lenore and her man, Sam had been vamped. And he had kept it from me. Not that it's a surprise. I probably would have done the same thing.
Seeing my brother looking at me with those puppy dog eyes on top of a mouth full of razor sharp teeth was more than disturbing. He seemed terrified of how I would react. "This is why I didn't want to come near you," Sam explained. "You're bleeding, and I started to crave it..."
It took me a few seconds to find my voice again. At the time, I couldn't see this as anything but a very likely death sentence for my little brother. Not that he hadn't suffered a form of death already. The thought was mind-blowing. There were so many unanswered questions. All of Sammy's plans for the future... I wondered what would happen to them. Becoming a lawyer. Getting married. Having little Sammy spawn. Being a vampire could end all of those plans. Then there were vampire hunters to consider, people like Gordon, who would behead first and ask questions later. Sam's life could become nothing more than a never-ending flight from danger. I would do anything in my power to save him from all that.
I managed to ask, "Sammy... how did this happen?"
He told me the story of what had gone on after he carried Lenore out of that house. There had been a scuffle out front, one I didn't see or hear because I was involved in a fight of my own, with Gordon. Lenore's man, Eli, had come back at that moment. Seeing Sam carrying his girl with all those cuts on her, looking two steps from death, he just assumed Sam had done it. Eli didn't ask any questions, he just attacked. Sam was trying to put Lenore down, to show Eli that he had no intention of doing anything harmful to her, but it left him vulnerable, and Eli didn't have much trouble knocking him down once Lenore was safely out of his arms. She tried to speak up on Sam's behalf, but Eli didn't hear a word she said because he was too busy growling and screaming at my brother. Before Sam could draw a weapon, the vampire's teeth were already in his neck.
I might've known sooner that Sam had been bitten if the bite had been higher, but Eli got him at the place where the neck meets the shoulder. He easily hid the marks under all those layers of clothes and hoodies he wears. I should have known when Sam refused to walk around in the hotel room after his showers. He started insisting on dressing in the bathroom, with the door closed. I thought it was strange of him - we were never that formal before - but it never crossed my mind there was anything seriously wrong.
Sam never had a chance. The vamp held his arms down with that intense vampire strength and just kept drinking and drinking his blood while Lenore crawled around behind him, weakly trying to pull him off. If Gordon hadn't poisoned her with the dead man's blood, she might've been able to stop Eli from killing my brother. Heck, Eli wouldn't have gotten the wrong idea and attacked Sam in the first place if Lenore hadn't been poisoned. All the blame could be placed squarely on ol' Gordy's shoulders.
Sam described for me how his vision went gray. That's what happens when someone drains all the life out of you. He couldn't see what happened next, but he felt Eli's weight being lifted off of him and heard him yell in surprise. It was like someone with incredible strength, like another vampire, had simply grabbed Eli by the scruff of his neck and tossed him across the driveway.
"Who are you?!" Lenore yelled. Sam just heard all of this; he still couldn't see anything but gray.
What followed were the sounds of a fight. Lenore kept screaming things like, "No, no, don't!" and then suddenly let out a wail of, "NOOOOO!" like someone had just destroyed the thing she loved most.
Turns out, they had. What Sam found out later was that the stranger had drawn a long sword and eventually managed to cut off Eli's head.
Sam could hear Lenore crying, but he couldn't move to help or comfort her; all the strength had been drained out of him. Still sick from the dead man's blood, there was nothing Lenore could do to protect her mate, nor Sam. The next thing Sam felt was lukewarm wetness on his lips.
"Drink," she said. A woman's voice.
Sam knew he was dying. He wasn't sure what she wanted him to drink, but what did he have to lose? What he told me was that he hoped it was some kind of magick elixir, something that would regenerate his blood before he could die. That she was a fellow hunter or something of that sort. Sam was grasping at straws in his mind.
But of course, what she wanted him to drink was her blood. Vampire blood.
Sam had tasted blood before - his own. After all the times he'd taken one in the mouth, you'd think he would recognize the flavor. But he said vampire blood tasted different. He began to feel strong again within half a minute. It didn't take a lot to save his life, if that's the correct way to put it. Sam's vision came back, and he saw the woman who had been his salvation.
But she was just a kid.
An attractive black girl, just a teenager by the looks of her, with a confident smirk on her face. Like she was playing a big cosmic joke on the whole Winchester family. (Of course, we didn't know at the time that that is exactly what she was doing.) Just as Sammy felt better and stronger than he had in his whole life, he realized he was drinking from the girl's slit wrist.
Sam backpedaled away from her, sliding out from under where she'd been crouching over him. The girl laughed, stood up, and sheathed her sword before turning and running off into the night. He wasn't completely sure what had just happened until Lenore sobbed out the details he hadn't been able to see.
That was when Sammy realized he had become one of them. The creatures we hunted. A vampire.
Of course he hid it. Sam now tried to shrug it off as an occupational hazard, something that had always been possible with the kind of job we did, but I'm sure he had no idea how to even approach the subject with me at the time. You can't just say, "Hey Dean, pass me a microwave burrito, and by the way, I'm a vampire." Or, hey, maybe he could approach it this way: "Hey Dean, you've just lost your father - he sacrificed his life to save your sorry ass, doncha know, and guess what? You've now lost your brother, too. I'm the blood sucking undead. Merry Christmas!"
No, there was no good way to tell me.
I was alone with Gordon for a few hours, watching him stare angry holes into me while Sam waited for Lenore to recover. Once she felt well enough, she insisted that Sam help her bury Eli. He couldn't say no; he's a sucker for a crying girl, so he helped her get it done. I could tell Sam now had feelings for Lenore by the way he was talking about her. There was probably lots of hugging and comfort thrown her way by my lonely brother, I'm sure. Some guys just gotta have one girl to call their own. Not me, though. But that's another story.
Lenore's other buds came back and they finally hightailed it out of there with whatever (and whoever) they had left. I can just imagine the longing look Sammy gave her as she slipped into the car. It was all puppy eyes. At the time, Lenore couldn't return that look - she had lost too much that night. But that would change soon enough.
I had no intention of ending my brother's life... undeath... lifey form of death. I don't know what the hell to call it. He breathed and ate and acted like nothing was wrong. But as Sam described to me, pretending to be normal had been very hard for him those last two weeks. People ceased to be people. They had become a heartbeat and a pulse he could hear all the time. Food lost all taste. He just ate to keep putting up the front that nothing had happened. I was pretty well fooled.
The last few days, the craving for blood had become unbearable. Sam told me of how he'd gone out one night and chased down a rat to drain it of its blood, and how disgusting it was. Now that he had human blood to compare the taste to, he understood what Lenore meant when she said cow blood was disgusting. Animal blood just didn't have that same flavor. You could say that human blood had more "zing." Basically, what Sam was facing was a lifetime of never enjoying his food. And rats? Yuck. They just weren't good enough for my Sammy. We were going to have to find him some fine miniature poodles to snack on, or something. Their blood would be like fine wine, right?
But I should stop this joking. This was serious.
We had been talking for over an hour about what happened the night Sam got vampified (okay, I guess I can't stop), and he had started looking paler and paler by the minute. Eventually, Sam clutched his stomach, panting, and told me I should either get out or find him another rat, because he was craving blood pretty bad. I could tell he was suffering without it.
"I'm not leaving you," I told him.
"Dean, I'm serious," Sam said. "You're nothing but a big bag of veins to me right now. I want your blood so bad. Get out before I... I'm afraid I might..."
I knew what he wanted to do to me, but I also knew that my little brother was in pain. I did the only thing I could.
I offered myself to him.
I told Sam to lie on the bed, and I'd find him an animal to drink from. But like I said, fucking rats weren't good enough for my brother. So, once he was lying down, I quickly grabbed one of my knives and climbed onto the bed. Sam looked at me and started to sit up, but I worked as fast as I could, rapidly shoving his arms down and placing my knees on the insides of his elbows, straddling him. He was weak from blood hunger, and although he tried to fight his way out of it, Sam could not budge me. We struggled a bit, my knees slipping around. But he could not escape from where I'd pinned him.
"Dean, what are you doing?!" Sam asked me.
"Feeding you." I cut into my wrist just enough to draw blood, and then tossed the knife aside. This wrist, I put against Sammy's lips.
He really thrashed after that. It wasn't enough to get free, but I did have a hard time keeping him pinned. "No!" Sam screamed. "I won't feed off my own brother!"
"I insist," I said. "Just take enough to live for now. We'll figure out the rest later. You don't have to drink it all."
Sam moved his head back and forth, getting blood all over his lips and chin; he outright refused to drink at first. "I won't do it!"
I tried to make the situation seem like not such a big deal. "Come on, Sammy, we've got orange juice and cookies. Isn't that what they give you after you donate blood?"
He scoffed.
"This isn't any different than if you'd been in an accident and needed family to give you blood."
"It is too different," Sam protested. His struggles had become weaker. It seemed he was giving in.
"I don't care. Sam, I can't just sit back and let you suffer." I put the bleeding wrist to his mouth again. He turned his head away, but not as far as he had before. "If you don't take it, I'm just going to sit here and bleed to death waiting for you to do it. Feed, Sam."
After a few more seconds of deliberation, Sam turned his head back toward my offered wrist and breathed in. His tongue came out, licking blood off his lips and chin, and he made a whimpery sound. I knew he didn't want to do this, that it was hard for him. But the bloodlust is irresistible. Sam began to lick at my wrist and make these satisfied noises.
"That's it, Sam. Come on. Get it over with," I told him.
At first, he just sucked lightly at the small wound I had made. But shortly after, Sam moaned, "Oh God, Dean," and lost some of his control. His vampire teeth came out, and he bit into my wrist. It hurt pretty bad. I tried not to show it. I know I winced, and the pain must've shown in my eyes. But I held in the string of curses that wanted to pour from my mouth.
"Careful, Sammy. Easy," I said through gritted teeth.
He drank from me with more strength once he'd opened me up a little wider. I understood. Sam couldn't help it. This living off of blood thing was all new to him, and he'd been starved for two weeks. Like how I get when I haven't gotten any for a while (I'm not talking about blood). I could hear Sam taking big gulps of blood, and after ten seconds of it, I started to feel light-headed.
"Okay Sam, that's enough."
He didn't stop. He couldn't.
"Sammy, you gotta stop now. I can't give anymore."
I knew yanking my wrist out of a vampire's mouth was a bad idea; those teeth would just rip through my skin like me through a front-hook bra. Instead, I gently tugged and commanded, "Stop, Sam!"
He made this growling sound and bucked underneath me. My first notion was to smack the side of his head. I know, not bright, but I'm a big brother. Smacking a younger sibling upside the head is instinct. Sam's vampire nature seemed to be in control of him, because he reacted by shoving me upward by the wrist and then down, flipping me over on my back. Seems my blood had brought back his strength. All of his supernatural, vamp strength. Then he was on top of me, taking more than his share from my open wrist with great glee.
"You gotta stop!" I yelled, trying to bring him back to his senses. I tried to get up, but Sam pinned me down by the wrists and went for my neck. Those sharp teeth grazed over my jugular vein, lazily, like an animal stalking its prey.
"So much blood... I can smell it..." Sam whispered.
I tried my hardest to struggle free, but if you think that's easy, you haven't experienced vampire strength. A female vamp once picked me up by the chin with one hand. And I'm no lightweight. The blood from my wrist got all over Sam's hand and the sheets. The smell of it was driving him to want more than he really needed at the time.
I kept talking, hoping to break through to him. "Sam, you don't want to do this. You'll regret it once you come to your senses."
"And don't you regret staying here when I told you to get away from me with that fresh, warm blood?"
That comment actually freaked me out a little. It was like the vampire, the creature inside Sam, was speaking instead of my brother. But in a way, he was right - I had asked for this. Somehow, I had to get myself out of it.
Sam really started to scare me when he raked his bottom fangs over my neck hard enough to draw blood. I groaned. He actually snickered as he insatiably licked at the wound.
I didn't know what to do to get him to stop, so I pathetically begged for my life. My worthless, bought-and-paid-for-with-my-father's-soul, life. But what would Sammy do without me? He needed me to look after him, or some hunter would pick him off before he could even explain himself. Sure, he was about to drain all the blood out of his brother, who was still some form of lower human being, but I couldn't let a hunter like Gordon Walker just lop off his head. So I tried the last thing I could think of.
"Sammy, please," I begged. Even I was surprised by how weak and tearful my voice sounded. "Please don't kill me. Just stop."
It somehow worked. My voice penetrated through that haze the bloodlust had put over him, and Sam leaned back and looked into my face with the most heart-wrenching, pitiful look I've ever seen. "Oh... Dean, God... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he said, and quickly wrapped a corner of the bed sheet around and around my wrist to stop the bleeding.
"It's okay, Sam." I was weak. Too much blood. But I didn't think that Sam had taken so much that I needed a hospital. I just needed some rest... and maybe some of that orange juice and cookies. "You stopped yourself in time."
His eyes welled up with tears. Oh, great - chick flick moment. "I can't believe I did that-" he began.
"Sammy..." I scolded in an irritated tone. He really could be annoying with that guilt stuff. "Spare me the apology and just get me some juice and cookies, okay? You couldn't help it. You were hungry."
"Oh, yes, of course, right away," he said, and scurried off the bed to get me the stuff. I dragged myself to the head of the bed to lay back. Sam brought what I asked for, and helped get me comfy with pillows to prop myself up with so I could drink my juice easier. While I snacked, I got Sam to stitch up my wrist; it just wouldn't stop weeping blood. And did that ever hurt like a son of a bitch. But he did everything I wanted and basically waited on me hand and foot.
As well he should, that little bloodsucker.
For the next day, when Sam wasn't fawning over me, he'd look at me like he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders, and I knew the guilt was eating him alive. So I just kept reminding him that it had been my idea. "I made you do it, you know," I said. "Just offered you a bleeding wrist. Like throwing chum to a shark."
"I know, Dean," Sam replied, and tried to smile. "I know."
Neither of us had any idea how often vampires were supposed to feed. Would we need to do that again? Or would we be able to find a suitable animal for Sam to feed on before the hunger got that bad once more? Fortunately for us, and for Sam, answers were dropped right in our lap a couple days later in the form of a pretty raven-haired vampire who just couldn't get enough of my Sammy.
Lenore followed his scent right to us.
Lacerated Sky
Chapter 2: Over My Head
A Supernatural/Vampires: Los Muertos Cross-over
by Laurel (Sailorhathor)
Chapters: 2 of ?
Rating: NC-17 for graphic sexual situations, sometimes in a threesome, and bad language.
Dates: This chapter was written in February 2007. Sorry it took so long.
Word Count: 6,613
Simpson's Ref Summary: Sam is turned into a vampire... with sexy results!
Serious Summary: Sam and Dean try to figure out how to manage Sam's feeding schedule. Meanwhile, Lenore shows up, and mainly just complicates things as she feeds on her first human in 100 years: Dean.
Timeline: Alternate Universe after the Supernatural episode "Bloodlust."
Warning: Vampirism/blood drinking. Features a threesome relationship between Sam/Lenore the Vampire/Dean. Contains spoilers for several episodes of Supernatural, especially the second season. Eventual cross-over with John Carpenter's Vampires: Los Muertos will majorly spoil that movie.
Betas: o/` Yes, we have no banbetas! We have no banbetas today... o/` I'm working on it, but currently unbeta'ed. Halp?
Author's Notes: Told from Dean's point-of-view. I have no idea how long it's really been since Lenore last fed on a human, so I made it up. I promise, this is a cross-over with the Vampires movies, but those characters won't be showing up for a while. You'll have to sit through some more biting and graphic sex first. Awwwww...
The title of this story comes from the lyrics of the Slayer song "Raining Blood."
There was so much Sam and I didn't know about his new "condition."
Like, how often he should feed. Was it like breakfast, lunch, and dinner, or an occasional craving for ice cream? It didn't seem like a good idea to just wait until the hunger hit him and then take a peek around for a passing stray to toss into his lap. We had to figure this out.
Sam made a list of possible places where he could get blood. He also categorized them into sources for animal blood and sources for human blood. My brother, the anal geekboy. Butchers, blood banks, hospitals, veterinary clinics... he had it all covered. He also knew that we should minimize the risk and go for the easiest sources first - see how it worked out. Animal blood from the butcher. They often just gave the stuff away.
Watching Sam drink it for the first time turned my stomach. Not because I thought it was gross, but because the fact that he had to drink blood to live could mean the end of all his dreams. Ever heard of a vampire lawyer? Thought not. It was also hard to see him make disgusted faces as he forced the stuff down.
"I'll get used to the taste," Sam said at the time.
It wasn't good enough. It wasn't good enough for my baby brother.
Man, I'm really pathetic, huh? I'd just about kidnap helpless maidens and feed them to Sam. I'd do anything to keep that kid from feeling too much discomfort in life. Except, Sam would never allow it. The vampire inside him would, though, when the hunger got bad enough.
But that wouldn't be necessary.
A sick little part of me was almost glad a few days after I had discovered Sam's little secret when Sam turned white and stumbled into a chair. He clutched his stomach. "Dean... I don't think I'm eating enough," he declared, his breath coming faster. "The animal blood we got the other day... it wasn't enough. I need more." Sam tried to maintain control; I could see the effort in his eyes. "The craving came on really fast this time."
I knew that he expected me to rush out and try to get more blood from the butcher, but I felt it was more urgent than that. Or maybe I just liked being needed. Hey, I said it was sick. I sat down with one of my knives and put my arm up on the table. "Come 'ere Sam," I said, and cut a shallow line across my inner elbow. "Soup's on."
Sam looked at me, horrified. "Dean, I'm not just going to keep feasting on you every time I get hungry. Remember what happened the last time?"
He said it, but I could see the look in his eyes. They glowed eerily in low light now. The shadow cast across his face revealed that sinister shine. Sam was looking right at my bleeding arm. I said, "Of course you're not. But it's urgent. You'll keep it in check. You're not starving like you were last time. Just got a bad case of the munchies."
Sam glared at me like he didn't find the joke funny. But he didn't jump up from the table, either. "Damn it, Dean."
I reached across the table and grabbed the back of his neck with my other hand. "Sammy, it's my job to take care of you. I can't let you suffer." At this point, I had to pause because I got choked up like a big sissy girl. But I quickly recovered. "You won't drain me. You don't need that much right now, and we can get you more later."
"And again, I say remember what happened last time," Sam protested.
My brother can be such a pessimist. "Alright, if you're really that worried..." I pulled one of my Glocks from my waistband and placed it on the table. "If you get out of hand, this should slow you down."
I could tell Sam was shocked. He didn't expect that. "You'd shoot me?"
"Yeah, only 'cause I know it won't kill ya," I replied flippantly. Truthfully, I'd never shoot him, but Sam had to think that I'd defend myself or he wouldn't drink. "Now can we get this over with? I'm coagulating here."
Sam wore that offended look that he gets sometimes, but he let his eyes wander and soon had that hungry glaze to his eyes again as he stared at the blood running down the side of my elbow. Scooting his chair closer to me, Sam ran a finger up the thin stream of blood and then licked the tip. He did it again, sucking his finger this time like he was licking fried chicken grease off it or something, and appeared quite satisfied with the taste.
I'm a yummy little devil.
After that, Sam simply dipped his head in and began to suck directly from my arm. I leaned back to extend it a bit and give him plenty of room. The cut was shallow, which caused his effort to make quiet sucking sounds; those sounds brought back what was probably the most bizarre memory they could have uprooted, considering this was my vampire brother drinking from my arm. It reminded me of when Sam was a baby and I'd sometimes feed him his bottle. I know, it's hard to imagine someone so tall that he should live at the top of a beanstalk ever being a baby, but I promise, he was. Used to fit neatly in my lap. I'd beg Dad to let me feed him sometimes, mostly because I liked feeling protective of Sammy; it made me feel grown up and important. I also liked watching the formula disappear. (Kids are weird.) When Sammy would drink from the bottle, he'd make this suck-suck-suck sound that amused me. It was kinda cute. So, as sick as it may sound, I smiled fondly while my brother drank his lunch from my body.
Suddenly, Sam made this moany noise and his fangs came out. I flinched a little, but I stood my ground with him. Sam had to learn to control that instinct. He breathed hard, mouth just centimeters from my skin, resisting the urge to bite into me again.
"You can resist it, Sam," I said in encouragement.
And he did it. After only a short time, the fangs retracted. I could tell by Sam's upturned mouth that he was smiling as he finished his meal. I was proud of him.
*****
We were coming back from the butcher's when Lenore showed up. I didn't see her waiting near the door to our hotel room until I stopped the car in the parking lot and heard Sam gasp. She was leaning on a handicapped parking sign, one foot crossed over the other, with a confident smirk on her face. I didn't know at the time that her expression hid weeks worth of worry.
Sam was understandably surprised. "What are you doing here?" he asked her.
Nice going, Sammy. Make her feel welcome.
Lenore explained how her "family," what was left of it, had fallen apart in the last two weeks. They had just suffered too much loss at the hands of Gordon and couldn't hold it together. "I couldn't stop thinking of you, Sam, and what happened to you," Lenore said. "I had to know that you were alright." She glanced at me nervously. I could tell Lenore didn't want to say the wrong thing in front of me, not knowing whether or not I knew about Sam's new penchant for platelets.
Sam seemed to think about it honestly; not every expression that crossed his face was pleased. He finally answered, "I'm getting by." He noticed Lenore taking sidelong glances at me. "It's okay, Lenore. Dean knows."
She relaxed a bit. "Oh. I thought maybe he would. I mean, there's no way you haven't gotten hungry in the last two and a half weeks."
With a shy smile, Sam asked, "Would you like to come in for a while?"
Lenore agreed, and we went inside. When she brushed past me, I saw her eyes pass low over my bandaged wrist. A look of horror came to them for a split second. It was obvious what she suspected.
Of course, she was right.
Sam and Lenore chatted it up for the next few hours. It was obvious to me and everyone in the world that they were hella attracted to each other. Hey, it was great. Sam needed to get past Jess's death and move on. How he went that long without getting laid to begin with, I'll never know. But look who I'm talking about - the dude who once passed up a double date with frisky blonde twins because he had homework. "But Dean, the science fair is in two weeks!" he said. Sometimes I think Sam's secretly a nun.
Lenore reacted with horror when he told her he'd fed from a couple rats. "You want to get the plague or something?!" she cried.
"That's... even possible?" Sam asked.
"It wouldn't kill you, but it'd make you pretty damn sick," Lenore explained. "We're the kind of vampires that can catch disease from the blood we drink. No more rats, Sam."
He countered, "You drink from cows. How do you know they don't have mad cow disease?"
I couldn't help but chuckle. While they were talking, I cleaned guns. We were in this town for a case, after all.
"American farmers are very careful about that sort of thing. But it is a risk." Lenore picked through the groceries we'd brought home. Our room was in one of those pay-by-the-week hotels with kitchenettes in all the rooms. She took out the cartons of blood and moved them to the fridge. "These are a good idea. There are other ways to get your meals, too." Taking out the steaks I'd gotten for myself, Lenore sniffed them and smiled with satisfaction. "How do you like yours? I prefer mine bloody."
"Hey, those are for me," I said in complaint.
"You can have one," Lenore informed me, and smirked again. I was getting to like that look.
She cooked us up some steaks. The ones she made for herself and Sam were barely browned on each side. They were very bloody. Talk about rare. Mine was medium well. It was kind of icky watching them lap up that pink meat, but the ecstatic look on Sam's face while he ate it made it all worthwhile.
"I can taste the meat!" he exclaimed happily. "Only a little, but I can taste it."
"A little trick I learned a long time ago," said Lenore, and blew across her fork like it was a smoking gun. "You get the blood you need, and a little taste of what it's like to be a human again."
They both looked a bit sad after that. I had to look away.
Shortly after dinner, I stepped outside to get some air and just watch the sky change color in the twilight. It didn't surprise me that much when Lenore came out too, crossing her arms and walking around absently a few feet from me. I sort of expected what she was going to say. "Did you ever notice how purple and red the atmosphere becomes just after the sun goes down?" I asked her. "Sometimes it looks like the sky is bleeding."
Lenore nodded, and paused for a long time before saying, "You're letting him drink from you, aren't you?"
I immediately responded, "Yeah." What difference did it make to her?
She thought it made a lot of difference, because she got pretty mad. Even stamped her little cowboy-booted foot. "How could you do that, Dean? You started him on human blood. Do you know how hard it is to wean a vampire off human blood?"
"I can handle it, baby." I guess I was being an arrogant jerk, but I didn't feel like it was any of her business. Sam was my family, not hers.
"You think so? Can you handle it when he loses control and bites some innocent person who didn't give him permission? You think you have enough blood to keep him fed?"
"No, but that's what the cow blood is for. My blood has just been an emergency supplement." I moved closer to her. "Thanks for the concern, but Sam and I will be fine."
Lenore just shook her head, looking at me like I was an idiot. "Dean, the difference in the taste between animal blood and human blood is like canned chili versus fresh sirloin steak. Do you really think Sam's going to be happy with cow blood when he can have nummy Dean blood whenever he wants?"
I licked my lips. "I haven't had chili in ages. You're making me hungry again."
"You're an overconfident fool," Lenore said. "I know you love him, and you'd do anything for him, but you've started something bad here. It's going to get out of your hands."
"Then stay," I countered, making the offer I knew Sam wanted to make. "Stay and teach us how to do this. You've been a vampire for... how long?"
"One hundred and fifty years."
I was genuinely surprised. I didn't know it had been that long. "Really? You don't look a day over eighty."
Lenore was annoyed with me. It was written all over her face. You know, sometimes I'm a sadistic asshole. If I was using smileys in this story, there would have been a winking one after that last sentence. Anyway, she said, "Well, it's been longer than that."
"And that's my point," I continued. "Sam needs you to teach him how to be a vampire without hurting anyone. We'll keep you in all the blood you could want." I put on my handsomest grin. She seemed more interested in Sam, but that didn't mean she stopped having eyes. "What do you say?"
The girl stayed. She slept in Sam's bed, but that's the way it should be.
Honestly, I knew Sam would never hurt another human being. The vampire inside him, though... it was a creature he'd have to learn to keep in check. Lenore did know a lot of things, a lot of useful things about how to survive as a bloodsucking creature of the night, but that wasn't the main reason I asked her to stay.
I asked her to stay for Sam's sake. He needed her.
Sam had always been more of a night owl than I was. Sure, I could party 'til the sun came up, but usually, I conked out way before my brother. I like to sleep. Insert shrug here. Sam's new life would suit his tendency to survive on the little sleep he got. He tried to sleep at night as much as possible just to stay in sync with my schedule, but that night, Lenore's first night with him, he did a lot more than sleeping.
Heh heh.
I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of panting and kissing. They were in the next bed, making out. Yeah, that's my boy. I knew they were hot for each other. I had my back to them, but I turned over a little and took a peek. The covers were over them, but I could see that he already had her shirt off. That pale, bare back faced me. Sammy dropped kisses down her chest and went to town on her tits, sucking on them. I had no idea his technique could be so smooth. Musta learned something from me. Just listening to her murmur and moan softly and those sucking sounds started to get me going.
There's something you have to understand about how Sam and I grew up. We moved around a lot. Stayed in tons of hotels. Because of that, we shared a room, and still share a room, most of the time. I think I had my own room maybe twice in my life, for only brief periods. And, there's something you have to understand about me. I love sex. Man, I can't live without it. Since I got my pubes, I just gotta have it all the time. The girl can't, or won't, always take you to her place. And some women just refuse to do it in the car. So I've had to bring girls to our various hotel rooms many, many times.
Sammy usually pretends to be asleep. When I think about how many times I've done that to him... well, I don't feel guilty at all. You don't know a lot about men if you think Sam's always been embarrassed and felt awkward about it. Sure, there have been times when I embarrassed him, fucking some chick in the next bed, but it's not always like that. It really depends on the girl, to be honest.
I guess many women would consider me a pig. But not all of them.
Some of them enjoy it.
There are the chicks who let me share. I did say I'd do anything for my brother, didn't I? I mean, it's hard to lie there listening to people fuck and not get excited. Sometimes, if Sam seems interested, I ask them if it's okay if my brother joins us in a threesome. I also love the threesomes. It's usually me and two chicks, but I don't mind Sam being the third wheel. And the women I bring home? They usually don't mind it either, getting the full sexual attention of two guys. It may all sound sick to you. I don't really care.
Sometimes, they say no. Poor Sammy winds up choking his chicken in the next bed or the bathroom. We don't talk about those times. It embarrasses the kid.
It's just hard to live in such close quarters and not become comfortable with being up in each other's sex lives. It's not always a perfect situation. But we make it work.
Anyway, back to the sex. I pretended to be asleep while my dick got more and more eager to be in that girl. I knew she was Sam's, and it wasn't going to be my idea. That didn't mean I could help getting hard at the thought. Lenore was pretty. Not bombshell pretty, but definitely fuckable. I quietly turned over and kept the covers real close to my head so they couldn't see my face in the dark. Lenore turned onto her back as Sam kept sucking on her tits; I had a really good view. Oh, was it an excellent view. Lenore had that look of ecstasy on her face, her eyes closed, as she moaned, "Oh Sam, oh, Sam," over and over. They tried to keep it quiet, though. But I could still hear.
A part of me wanted to yell at them, "Get to the fucking!" I was really eager. Not that I'm not a genius with the foreplay, but Sammy was spending a lot of time working her up. That shouldn't be a surprise, knowing Sam is one of those sensitive types. Just as I was ready to scream, Lenore took care of it for me.
"Make love to me, Sam! I need you inside me!" she whispered harshly. Mmmm, that girl sounded good when she begged for it. They took off the rest of their clothes under the covers and then he slid up her body, lying on top of her. The sheets went up like a tent as Lenore spread her legs and wrapped them around Sammy's waist. She moaned pretty loud, arching her back, when Sam penetrated her. He had a bit of a hard time keeping quiet himself, but once he'd gotten control of his senses, he put a finger to his lips to caution her to not be so loud, with me in the room too. Then Sam began to rock into her.
The panting and moaning and Sam's hand clutching the pillow hard and Lenore's tits shaking with every thrust and those covers moving up and down... I could hardly take it. The bed squeaked lightly. They murmured sexy talk to each other. I wanted to be right there in it.
"Mm Sam, a little harder. Fuck me, baby."
"You feel incredible, Lenore."
"You feel good too. More, Sammy, more!"
Lenore got away with it. Of course, Sam couldn't stop in the middle of sex and go, "Don't call me Sammy!" but still, he didn't seem bothered by it. Her calling him that did something for me. I reached down to play with myself a little. Wasn't like I had a woman at the time. You gotta take care of yourself some way. It was hard to keep quiet - I usually like to make a little noise. Okay, a lot of noise. But I thought it just wouldn't be a good idea.
I have to say, my hand is an amazing lover. (That was sarcasm.) It wasn't Lenore, but it still got me off. Like comparing canned chili to sirloin steak. Gets the job done, though. Still, I pictured some of the dirtiest things while my eyes were closed, stroking my own cock real slow, running my curled fingers up and down the shaft and sometimes reaching down to caress my balls.
Are you picturing it? Knew you were.
The love birds surprised me when the sex got even hotter to the point that they were going at each other like animals. They couldn't keep it very quiet anymore because they were both nearing orgasm. "Harder, Sam!" Lenore rasped. His thrusts grew faster and harder. They were both gyrating toward each other so quick and forcefully that I could hear skin slapping on skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him and damn, I wanted to feel a body on mine so bad. They fucked into the bed so that it squeaked much louder. If I had forgotten either of their names, I'd never forget them ever again after hearing Sam and Lenore moan them repeatedly.
The moans turned to animalistic snarls. Wow, I had never seen Sam go at it like that. It was usually Sammy in the other bed alone, but the tables were turned. He was practically fucking Lenore in half, he thrust so hard. Well, it had been a long time for him. His vampire teeth came out, and I thought he might bite her. It was just a reaction to his arousal, though.
Lenore threw her head back, growling out a moan, obviously cumming. Their bedcovers were all over the bed and floor. She came so nice. Sam thrust into her one last time and snarled, his teeth at her throat, and came too. I could see Lenore's legs spread really far apart; her knees peeked out from under the sheets. They were both glistening with sweat and shaking. It was wild.
I couldn't help it. I made a noise, a hot and bothered noise, and they heard. They both looked at me. It embarrassed me because I was so unused to being on this side of the bed. I unsuccessfully pretended to be asleep and turned over, showing my back to them again. They whispered to each other for a couple minutes. Man, was that awkward. Especially since I was still hard as a rock.
Their bed squeaked, and I knew someone was getting up. Shit. I could feel eyes on me. Someone expecting me to notice them standing there. I just gave in and turned over to look at whomever was waiting.
Lenore stood there, stark naked, looking down at me. Damn, but that made more blood flow so quickly into my dick that it hurt. She knew; she could read it all over my face. "Hi Dean," she said.
"Uh... hey," I answered. Which sounded about as smooth as a box of broken glass. "Aren't you cold?"
"Slide over." She started to climb in bed with me.
I looked over at Sam. He had that "golly gee I love my brother" expression on his face. I suddenly felt like a charity case. My brother had persuaded Lenore to throw one my way. At first, I was mortified. "That's okay. You can sleep with Sam."
"I know you were watching, Dean." Lenore lifted my covers and tried to get into bed.
"I kick in my sleep. You're better off over there."
"I'll just kick back." As I had my back to her in an attempt to deflect her advances, she cuddled up behind me and draped an arm over my chest. "Did it excite you?" Lenore whispered in my ear.
I was still resisting. "No."
"You're lying." Her hand slipped down to take hold of my cock. I slapped her hand. "You're plucky. It's very cute." Lenore grabbed it anyway. I just gave in then and let her stroke me down a little. Her spirit, the fact that she wouldn't take any shit from me, was attractive.
"Cute. No one describes me as cute. That's a word better reserved for Sammy." The pant in my voice betrayed the disinterest I was trying to fake.
Lenore squeezed my cock lightly as she stroked me faster. I couldn't help but moan. "I've never found arrogance so cute before..."
That brought a hearty chuckle from me. She was and would always be Sammy's girl, but I liked Lenore. I was glad that Sam looked up to me to this degree, that he'd just share his woman with me. Of course, I'm sure Lenore would have been angry to hear me think such things so soon, but I could tell by the look in Sam's eyes that she was the one.
Lenore rubbed the underside of my cock head with her finger and I reacted like one of Pavlov's dogs, just about drooling. She guided me onto my back before climbing on top of me, straddling my waist. I ran my hands up her hips and sides. Lenore trembled in anticipation. My hands cupped her tits and I ran my thumbs over her nipples. She shivered in excitement.
It seemed one of the perks of being a vampire was sexual stamina. Lucky for me, I didn't need to be a vampire to go all night - I was just a slut.
We had an "oh shit" moment then, though, when Lenore leaned down to kiss my neck. I was all ready for her to mount me, but she stopped cold and just stared. "You have a... few scratches... on your neck."
I remembered the place where Sam had grazed his fangs over my throat. It was healing nicely, but I didn't bother with a bandage. "Uh huh."
Lenore sniffed at the scratches. "I haven't... lain with a human man... for a century." Her tongue flicked out, running over the shallow wound.
A part of me wanted her to do it. Just bite me. You get hurt as much as I do and you start to like the pain, to thrive on it. If I could get her to feed on me too, then they would always need me. Both of them.
She added, "I can hear your heart beating," in this really weak voice. Lenore hadn't fed on human blood for a very long time, but she wanted to again. I was nothing but temptation.
Sam sensed it. It seemed to scare him, that she might go over the edge and lose control. He got out of his bed and came over, climbing in behind Lenore. "Hey baby," he said, massaging her shoulders.
Lenore took his cue and leaned back up with a deep sigh. She turned her head so they could kiss. "What do you want, Dean?" Lenore asked once the lip-lock had ended.
"I want us both to fuck you at the same time," I replied. One of my favorite kinks. The fit was so tight, the screwing so good, like that.
"You mean double penetration? Or anal and vaginal?" she queried.
Ah, a girl who knows her sexual positions. One after my own heart. "Double."
"Hm." One of her eyebrows raised saucily. "I could go for that. How about you, Sam?"
He shrugged, looking into her eyes. "Whatever you want, Lenore." They kissed again. Long, hot kisses. I noticed then that she didn't kiss me. That was as it should be. Her kisses should be saved for Sammy.
Lenore put me inside her first. She held my dick, stroking wickedly at the cockhead again, and then slid down on it with a moan. I moaned too, arching into her. My hands went to her hips.
Sam got her to lean down on top of me a bit so he could have some access back there. He grabbed onto her waist, hands just above mine, and thrust himself up inside her. The fit was so tight that we all let out a passionate cry. Him going in pushed me in to the hilt; I was practically trapped in the woman. Held hostage, even. I'm not complaining, though. It felt phenomenal. Lenore gripped the pillow on either side of my head so hard you would have thought it was her best friend.
"Uhhh... Sam... my... so tight..." she choked.
"Is it okay?" he asked, nearly out of breath.
"Fff... f-fuck me!" Lenore cried.
I second that motion.
Sam pulled out slightly, which moved me with him, and then thrust back in.
Sam and I both moaned almost to screaming proportions, but Lenore howled. It was the same inhuman howling sound Sam had made when his shark-like vampire teeth first came out in my presence. Sure enough, her fangs came out too. The intense sex was making her lose control.
"Lenore - " Sam began. The next second, her teeth were in my neck.
His tone grew alarmed. "Lenore!" Sam grabbed her shoulders and tried to pull her off. Lenore had bitten me where those old scratches were, which was just above the collarbone. I was actually glad that she missed the jugular vein, because she might've severed it at that moment. After a century of being with a vampire, I should have expected that a human partner would be too much temptation. Lenore drank from me, a couple of big gulps, before gaining enough control over herself to pull away. Sam held onto her shoulders, keeping her in an upright position, and she howled again, a frightening, animal sound.
"My first in one hundred years. Oh, it tastes. So. SWEET," Lenore growled. Blood dribbled out of her mouth and down her chest, dotting her tits. I'm not a vamp, but the sight of my blood on that pale, white skin was an intense aphrodisiac. It also drove Sam wild. He licked at her chin and neck. "Fuck, Sam. Don't stop!" she commanded.
"But, Dean..."
"I'm okay," I said. I knew I was injured now, but we weren't going to last long, and then I could tend to the wound. "It's not that bad. Go, Sam."
Sam started to thrust fast and hard. He and Lenore shared deep tongue kisses, also sharing the blood in her mouth. Lenore again leaned down on top of me and licked at the blood seeping out of the bite she'd made. I could see Sam's eyes over her shoulder; he looked worried. With good reason, really, but I was so turned on I didn't care. The sex was so incredible and we made so much noise that I'm surprised no one called the cops.
They lasted longer than I did. I came shortly thereafter, arching up into one of Sammy's thrusts, with my head buried deep into my pillow. Once Sam realized I was done, he lifted Lenore off me and quickly threw her down on the empty side of the bed on her back, her legs draped over mine. He penetrated her again and finished her off while licking my blood off her tits. It was like some sort of sex cult orgy.
They only lasted about a minute longer than I did. I was wasting their delicious snack all over my sheets; I had to get some direct pressure on that wound fast. But I couldn't do it, because it was then that I blacked out.
The next thing I remember is Sam's voice full of fear, saying, "Dean! Dean! Wake up, please!"
"He's coming to," Lenore's voice said.
I opened my eyes. They were both still naked. The bite had been bandaged and, apparently, medicated, as it stung a little. I had passed out and stayed that way as they stopped the bleeding; that must have been hard for them, to apply direct pressure and not take a little for themselves.
I had asked for this, hadn't I?
Sam was crying. My brother does that a lot. "Dean, are you okay?" He grabbed a glass of orange juice off the nightstand. "Drink some of this."
I lifted my head so he could put the glass to my lips, where I drank all I could. "Thanks, Sammy. I'm fine. Just overdid it. I'll be fine after some rest."
Lenore looked ashamed of herself. "I'm so sorry, Dean. I didn't mean to. You see, it's just like I told you. You should never tempt a vampire with human blood."
As much as I knew she was right, there was no way I wanted to stop. I liked it. I wanted them both to drink from me again. It made me feel needed, and got me really hot and bothered. You could say I was one sick puppy.
Now, not just one hungry vampire, but two.
I was in way over my head.
Chapter 3
Lacerated Sky Chp 2 (c) 2007 Demented Stuff/The Pleasure of the People
Supernatural is (c) 2005+ Kripke Enterprises, Wonderland, & Warner Brothers/The CW Television.
Chapter 1: Occupational Hazard
A Supernatural/Vampires: Los Muertos Cross-over
by Laurel (Sailorhathor)
Chapters: 1 of ?
Rating: Overall, NC-17 for graphic sexual situations, sometimes between two men, and bad language.
Dates: This chapter was written November-December 2006
Word Count: 4,126
Simpson's Ref Summary: Sam is turned into a vampire... with sexy results!
Serious Summary: Dean discovers that Sam has been turned into a vampire when Sam shows signs of blood starvation. Dean does the only thing he can for his brother - he feeds him. This chapter is pre-Wincest.
Timeline: Alternate Universe after the Supernatural episode "Bloodlust."
Warning: Vampirism/blood drinking. Will eventually feature a threesome relationship between Sam/Lenore the Vampire/Dean. Will also contain other pairings. Contains spoilers for several episodes of Supernatural, especially the second season. Eventual cross-over with John Carpenter's Vampires: Los Muertos will majorly spoil that movie.
Betas: Thanks to KaijaWest and Renzer for the betas of this chapter.
Author's Notes: Told from Dean's point-of-view. I never really wanted to write Wincest between Sam and Dean until this story. Most people just don't write it realistically, and that's a big turn-off. But this plot bunny made it seem sort of possible to me. Blame it on the sexy vamp biting.
The title of this story comes from the lyrics of the Slayer song "Raining Blood."
It's sort of funny how sometimes, your own failures sneak up on you, and happen without you even having to be there. And suddenly, your whole life changes into some bizarre caricature of what it once was until you don't even recognize it. You just do whatever you have to for the people you love.
Sam would later call it an occupational hazard. But I didn't find out the truth about what happened to Sammy for two weeks following our run-in with Gordon Walker.
We got back to the hotel room after dealing with a haunted painting done by serial killer John Wayne Gacy of himself dressed as a clown. Fucking clowns again. The painting was coming to life and killing young men. Unfortunately, Gacy thought Sam and I were a mighty tasty treat, and we were both injured. I was bleeding more than Sam, so he was fretting over me getting patched up. But I should have known something was wrong when he wouldn't come near me. Sammy hung out in the corner, sometimes giving me a sheepish look, while I dressed the wounds I could reach. I asked for the Band-Aids and he practically threw them at me instead of bringing them to me.
"Dude, what's the matter? Do I stink or something?" I asked. A little humor can go a long way with my brother. Get him to open up.
Sam shrugged, looking guilty as a whore in church. "No," he said, not being the least bit convincing. "Nothing's the matter."
"Then come over here and patch up my back," I said, indicating a deep gash on my shoulder blade that I couldn't reach.
He just stood there, his eyes kinda wide, like a deer caught in the headlights. Everything in his facial expression said, "Oh shit."
Sam wasn't moving, so I repeated my request. "If we don't close it up, it'll scar. Come on, Sammy, it hurts."
He tried to recover by making a joke about me whining over the pain. A second later, Sam climbed onto the bed behind me and his hands were touching my bare back lightly. I heard him unwrapping the Band-Aid, and it really seemed like he was going to put it on without cleaning up the blood that had trickled down my back. I made a remark about it - Sammy just wasn't being himself - and his breath caught in his throat. His fingers on my back were shaking now. It was obvious to me that Sam was trying to get this done as quickly as he could.
"What the hell is the matter, Sam? You're being really weird," I said.
It was only going to get weirder. Sam didn't answer me. I could hear his breath coming faster, on the way to panting. Although I couldn't see him behind me, out of the corner of my eye, I could tell that he was just kneeling there, staring at the wound on my back. Like he'd been hypnotized. Next thing I knew, Sam leaned forward, and I felt him slowly lick the blood off my skin, running his tongue up my back until he'd reached the gash. Then he just sat there breathing heavy.
The look on my face must've been priceless. I barely got two words out. "Sammy, what-"
As I turned my head to look back at him, Sam let out this loud, inhuman growl, and I saw that he had a full set of vampire teeth descending from his gums. As you can imagine, I jumped about ten feet off that bed and backed away from my brother in shock. I really had no idea this would be the explanation to Sammy's strange behavior.
While he was away from me, looking after Lenore and her man, Sam had been vamped. And he had kept it from me. Not that it's a surprise. I probably would have done the same thing.
Seeing my brother looking at me with those puppy dog eyes on top of a mouth full of razor sharp teeth was more than disturbing. He seemed terrified of how I would react. "This is why I didn't want to come near you," Sam explained. "You're bleeding, and I started to crave it..."
It took me a few seconds to find my voice again. At the time, I couldn't see this as anything but a very likely death sentence for my little brother. Not that he hadn't suffered a form of death already. The thought was mind-blowing. There were so many unanswered questions. All of Sammy's plans for the future... I wondered what would happen to them. Becoming a lawyer. Getting married. Having little Sammy spawn. Being a vampire could end all of those plans. Then there were vampire hunters to consider, people like Gordon, who would behead first and ask questions later. Sam's life could become nothing more than a never-ending flight from danger. I would do anything in my power to save him from all that.
I managed to ask, "Sammy... how did this happen?"
He told me the story of what had gone on after he carried Lenore out of that house. There had been a scuffle out front, one I didn't see or hear because I was involved in a fight of my own, with Gordon. Lenore's man, Eli, had come back at that moment. Seeing Sam carrying his girl with all those cuts on her, looking two steps from death, he just assumed Sam had done it. Eli didn't ask any questions, he just attacked. Sam was trying to put Lenore down, to show Eli that he had no intention of doing anything harmful to her, but it left him vulnerable, and Eli didn't have much trouble knocking him down once Lenore was safely out of his arms. She tried to speak up on Sam's behalf, but Eli didn't hear a word she said because he was too busy growling and screaming at my brother. Before Sam could draw a weapon, the vampire's teeth were already in his neck.
I might've known sooner that Sam had been bitten if the bite had been higher, but Eli got him at the place where the neck meets the shoulder. He easily hid the marks under all those layers of clothes and hoodies he wears. I should have known when Sam refused to walk around in the hotel room after his showers. He started insisting on dressing in the bathroom, with the door closed. I thought it was strange of him - we were never that formal before - but it never crossed my mind there was anything seriously wrong.
Sam never had a chance. The vamp held his arms down with that intense vampire strength and just kept drinking and drinking his blood while Lenore crawled around behind him, weakly trying to pull him off. If Gordon hadn't poisoned her with the dead man's blood, she might've been able to stop Eli from killing my brother. Heck, Eli wouldn't have gotten the wrong idea and attacked Sam in the first place if Lenore hadn't been poisoned. All the blame could be placed squarely on ol' Gordy's shoulders.
Sam described for me how his vision went gray. That's what happens when someone drains all the life out of you. He couldn't see what happened next, but he felt Eli's weight being lifted off of him and heard him yell in surprise. It was like someone with incredible strength, like another vampire, had simply grabbed Eli by the scruff of his neck and tossed him across the driveway.
"Who are you?!" Lenore yelled. Sam just heard all of this; he still couldn't see anything but gray.
What followed were the sounds of a fight. Lenore kept screaming things like, "No, no, don't!" and then suddenly let out a wail of, "NOOOOO!" like someone had just destroyed the thing she loved most.
Turns out, they had. What Sam found out later was that the stranger had drawn a long sword and eventually managed to cut off Eli's head.
Sam could hear Lenore crying, but he couldn't move to help or comfort her; all the strength had been drained out of him. Still sick from the dead man's blood, there was nothing Lenore could do to protect her mate, nor Sam. The next thing Sam felt was lukewarm wetness on his lips.
"Drink," she said. A woman's voice.
Sam knew he was dying. He wasn't sure what she wanted him to drink, but what did he have to lose? What he told me was that he hoped it was some kind of magick elixir, something that would regenerate his blood before he could die. That she was a fellow hunter or something of that sort. Sam was grasping at straws in his mind.
But of course, what she wanted him to drink was her blood. Vampire blood.
Sam had tasted blood before - his own. After all the times he'd taken one in the mouth, you'd think he would recognize the flavor. But he said vampire blood tasted different. He began to feel strong again within half a minute. It didn't take a lot to save his life, if that's the correct way to put it. Sam's vision came back, and he saw the woman who had been his salvation.
But she was just a kid.
An attractive black girl, just a teenager by the looks of her, with a confident smirk on her face. Like she was playing a big cosmic joke on the whole Winchester family. (Of course, we didn't know at the time that that is exactly what she was doing.) Just as Sammy felt better and stronger than he had in his whole life, he realized he was drinking from the girl's slit wrist.
Sam backpedaled away from her, sliding out from under where she'd been crouching over him. The girl laughed, stood up, and sheathed her sword before turning and running off into the night. He wasn't completely sure what had just happened until Lenore sobbed out the details he hadn't been able to see.
That was when Sammy realized he had become one of them. The creatures we hunted. A vampire.
Of course he hid it. Sam now tried to shrug it off as an occupational hazard, something that had always been possible with the kind of job we did, but I'm sure he had no idea how to even approach the subject with me at the time. You can't just say, "Hey Dean, pass me a microwave burrito, and by the way, I'm a vampire." Or, hey, maybe he could approach it this way: "Hey Dean, you've just lost your father - he sacrificed his life to save your sorry ass, doncha know, and guess what? You've now lost your brother, too. I'm the blood sucking undead. Merry Christmas!"
No, there was no good way to tell me.
I was alone with Gordon for a few hours, watching him stare angry holes into me while Sam waited for Lenore to recover. Once she felt well enough, she insisted that Sam help her bury Eli. He couldn't say no; he's a sucker for a crying girl, so he helped her get it done. I could tell Sam now had feelings for Lenore by the way he was talking about her. There was probably lots of hugging and comfort thrown her way by my lonely brother, I'm sure. Some guys just gotta have one girl to call their own. Not me, though. But that's another story.
Lenore's other buds came back and they finally hightailed it out of there with whatever (and whoever) they had left. I can just imagine the longing look Sammy gave her as she slipped into the car. It was all puppy eyes. At the time, Lenore couldn't return that look - she had lost too much that night. But that would change soon enough.
I had no intention of ending my brother's life... undeath... lifey form of death. I don't know what the hell to call it. He breathed and ate and acted like nothing was wrong. But as Sam described to me, pretending to be normal had been very hard for him those last two weeks. People ceased to be people. They had become a heartbeat and a pulse he could hear all the time. Food lost all taste. He just ate to keep putting up the front that nothing had happened. I was pretty well fooled.
The last few days, the craving for blood had become unbearable. Sam told me of how he'd gone out one night and chased down a rat to drain it of its blood, and how disgusting it was. Now that he had human blood to compare the taste to, he understood what Lenore meant when she said cow blood was disgusting. Animal blood just didn't have that same flavor. You could say that human blood had more "zing." Basically, what Sam was facing was a lifetime of never enjoying his food. And rats? Yuck. They just weren't good enough for my Sammy. We were going to have to find him some fine miniature poodles to snack on, or something. Their blood would be like fine wine, right?
But I should stop this joking. This was serious.
We had been talking for over an hour about what happened the night Sam got vampified (okay, I guess I can't stop), and he had started looking paler and paler by the minute. Eventually, Sam clutched his stomach, panting, and told me I should either get out or find him another rat, because he was craving blood pretty bad. I could tell he was suffering without it.
"I'm not leaving you," I told him.
"Dean, I'm serious," Sam said. "You're nothing but a big bag of veins to me right now. I want your blood so bad. Get out before I... I'm afraid I might..."
I knew what he wanted to do to me, but I also knew that my little brother was in pain. I did the only thing I could.
I offered myself to him.
I told Sam to lie on the bed, and I'd find him an animal to drink from. But like I said, fucking rats weren't good enough for my brother. So, once he was lying down, I quickly grabbed one of my knives and climbed onto the bed. Sam looked at me and started to sit up, but I worked as fast as I could, rapidly shoving his arms down and placing my knees on the insides of his elbows, straddling him. He was weak from blood hunger, and although he tried to fight his way out of it, Sam could not budge me. We struggled a bit, my knees slipping around. But he could not escape from where I'd pinned him.
"Dean, what are you doing?!" Sam asked me.
"Feeding you." I cut into my wrist just enough to draw blood, and then tossed the knife aside. This wrist, I put against Sammy's lips.
He really thrashed after that. It wasn't enough to get free, but I did have a hard time keeping him pinned. "No!" Sam screamed. "I won't feed off my own brother!"
"I insist," I said. "Just take enough to live for now. We'll figure out the rest later. You don't have to drink it all."
Sam moved his head back and forth, getting blood all over his lips and chin; he outright refused to drink at first. "I won't do it!"
I tried to make the situation seem like not such a big deal. "Come on, Sammy, we've got orange juice and cookies. Isn't that what they give you after you donate blood?"
He scoffed.
"This isn't any different than if you'd been in an accident and needed family to give you blood."
"It is too different," Sam protested. His struggles had become weaker. It seemed he was giving in.
"I don't care. Sam, I can't just sit back and let you suffer." I put the bleeding wrist to his mouth again. He turned his head away, but not as far as he had before. "If you don't take it, I'm just going to sit here and bleed to death waiting for you to do it. Feed, Sam."
After a few more seconds of deliberation, Sam turned his head back toward my offered wrist and breathed in. His tongue came out, licking blood off his lips and chin, and he made a whimpery sound. I knew he didn't want to do this, that it was hard for him. But the bloodlust is irresistible. Sam began to lick at my wrist and make these satisfied noises.
"That's it, Sam. Come on. Get it over with," I told him.
At first, he just sucked lightly at the small wound I had made. But shortly after, Sam moaned, "Oh God, Dean," and lost some of his control. His vampire teeth came out, and he bit into my wrist. It hurt pretty bad. I tried not to show it. I know I winced, and the pain must've shown in my eyes. But I held in the string of curses that wanted to pour from my mouth.
"Careful, Sammy. Easy," I said through gritted teeth.
He drank from me with more strength once he'd opened me up a little wider. I understood. Sam couldn't help it. This living off of blood thing was all new to him, and he'd been starved for two weeks. Like how I get when I haven't gotten any for a while (I'm not talking about blood). I could hear Sam taking big gulps of blood, and after ten seconds of it, I started to feel light-headed.
"Okay Sam, that's enough."
He didn't stop. He couldn't.
"Sammy, you gotta stop now. I can't give anymore."
I knew yanking my wrist out of a vampire's mouth was a bad idea; those teeth would just rip through my skin like me through a front-hook bra. Instead, I gently tugged and commanded, "Stop, Sam!"
He made this growling sound and bucked underneath me. My first notion was to smack the side of his head. I know, not bright, but I'm a big brother. Smacking a younger sibling upside the head is instinct. Sam's vampire nature seemed to be in control of him, because he reacted by shoving me upward by the wrist and then down, flipping me over on my back. Seems my blood had brought back his strength. All of his supernatural, vamp strength. Then he was on top of me, taking more than his share from my open wrist with great glee.
"You gotta stop!" I yelled, trying to bring him back to his senses. I tried to get up, but Sam pinned me down by the wrists and went for my neck. Those sharp teeth grazed over my jugular vein, lazily, like an animal stalking its prey.
"So much blood... I can smell it..." Sam whispered.
I tried my hardest to struggle free, but if you think that's easy, you haven't experienced vampire strength. A female vamp once picked me up by the chin with one hand. And I'm no lightweight. The blood from my wrist got all over Sam's hand and the sheets. The smell of it was driving him to want more than he really needed at the time.
I kept talking, hoping to break through to him. "Sam, you don't want to do this. You'll regret it once you come to your senses."
"And don't you regret staying here when I told you to get away from me with that fresh, warm blood?"
That comment actually freaked me out a little. It was like the vampire, the creature inside Sam, was speaking instead of my brother. But in a way, he was right - I had asked for this. Somehow, I had to get myself out of it.
Sam really started to scare me when he raked his bottom fangs over my neck hard enough to draw blood. I groaned. He actually snickered as he insatiably licked at the wound.
I didn't know what to do to get him to stop, so I pathetically begged for my life. My worthless, bought-and-paid-for-with-my-father's-soul, life. But what would Sammy do without me? He needed me to look after him, or some hunter would pick him off before he could even explain himself. Sure, he was about to drain all the blood out of his brother, who was still some form of lower human being, but I couldn't let a hunter like Gordon Walker just lop off his head. So I tried the last thing I could think of.
"Sammy, please," I begged. Even I was surprised by how weak and tearful my voice sounded. "Please don't kill me. Just stop."
It somehow worked. My voice penetrated through that haze the bloodlust had put over him, and Sam leaned back and looked into my face with the most heart-wrenching, pitiful look I've ever seen. "Oh... Dean, God... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he said, and quickly wrapped a corner of the bed sheet around and around my wrist to stop the bleeding.
"It's okay, Sam." I was weak. Too much blood. But I didn't think that Sam had taken so much that I needed a hospital. I just needed some rest... and maybe some of that orange juice and cookies. "You stopped yourself in time."
His eyes welled up with tears. Oh, great - chick flick moment. "I can't believe I did that-" he began.
"Sammy..." I scolded in an irritated tone. He really could be annoying with that guilt stuff. "Spare me the apology and just get me some juice and cookies, okay? You couldn't help it. You were hungry."
"Oh, yes, of course, right away," he said, and scurried off the bed to get me the stuff. I dragged myself to the head of the bed to lay back. Sam brought what I asked for, and helped get me comfy with pillows to prop myself up with so I could drink my juice easier. While I snacked, I got Sam to stitch up my wrist; it just wouldn't stop weeping blood. And did that ever hurt like a son of a bitch. But he did everything I wanted and basically waited on me hand and foot.
As well he should, that little bloodsucker.
For the next day, when Sam wasn't fawning over me, he'd look at me like he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders, and I knew the guilt was eating him alive. So I just kept reminding him that it had been my idea. "I made you do it, you know," I said. "Just offered you a bleeding wrist. Like throwing chum to a shark."
"I know, Dean," Sam replied, and tried to smile. "I know."
Neither of us had any idea how often vampires were supposed to feed. Would we need to do that again? Or would we be able to find a suitable animal for Sam to feed on before the hunger got that bad once more? Fortunately for us, and for Sam, answers were dropped right in our lap a couple days later in the form of a pretty raven-haired vampire who just couldn't get enough of my Sammy.
Lenore followed his scent right to us.
Lacerated Sky
Chapter 2: Over My Head
A Supernatural/Vampires: Los Muertos Cross-over
by Laurel (Sailorhathor)
Chapters: 2 of ?
Rating: NC-17 for graphic sexual situations, sometimes in a threesome, and bad language.
Dates: This chapter was written in February 2007. Sorry it took so long.
Word Count: 6,613
Simpson's Ref Summary: Sam is turned into a vampire... with sexy results!
Serious Summary: Sam and Dean try to figure out how to manage Sam's feeding schedule. Meanwhile, Lenore shows up, and mainly just complicates things as she feeds on her first human in 100 years: Dean.
Timeline: Alternate Universe after the Supernatural episode "Bloodlust."
Warning: Vampirism/blood drinking. Features a threesome relationship between Sam/Lenore the Vampire/Dean. Contains spoilers for several episodes of Supernatural, especially the second season. Eventual cross-over with John Carpenter's Vampires: Los Muertos will majorly spoil that movie.
Betas: o/` Yes, we have no banbetas! We have no banbetas today... o/` I'm working on it, but currently unbeta'ed. Halp?
Author's Notes: Told from Dean's point-of-view. I have no idea how long it's really been since Lenore last fed on a human, so I made it up. I promise, this is a cross-over with the Vampires movies, but those characters won't be showing up for a while. You'll have to sit through some more biting and graphic sex first. Awwwww...
The title of this story comes from the lyrics of the Slayer song "Raining Blood."
There was so much Sam and I didn't know about his new "condition."
Like, how often he should feed. Was it like breakfast, lunch, and dinner, or an occasional craving for ice cream? It didn't seem like a good idea to just wait until the hunger hit him and then take a peek around for a passing stray to toss into his lap. We had to figure this out.
Sam made a list of possible places where he could get blood. He also categorized them into sources for animal blood and sources for human blood. My brother, the anal geekboy. Butchers, blood banks, hospitals, veterinary clinics... he had it all covered. He also knew that we should minimize the risk and go for the easiest sources first - see how it worked out. Animal blood from the butcher. They often just gave the stuff away.
Watching Sam drink it for the first time turned my stomach. Not because I thought it was gross, but because the fact that he had to drink blood to live could mean the end of all his dreams. Ever heard of a vampire lawyer? Thought not. It was also hard to see him make disgusted faces as he forced the stuff down.
"I'll get used to the taste," Sam said at the time.
It wasn't good enough. It wasn't good enough for my baby brother.
Man, I'm really pathetic, huh? I'd just about kidnap helpless maidens and feed them to Sam. I'd do anything to keep that kid from feeling too much discomfort in life. Except, Sam would never allow it. The vampire inside him would, though, when the hunger got bad enough.
But that wouldn't be necessary.
A sick little part of me was almost glad a few days after I had discovered Sam's little secret when Sam turned white and stumbled into a chair. He clutched his stomach. "Dean... I don't think I'm eating enough," he declared, his breath coming faster. "The animal blood we got the other day... it wasn't enough. I need more." Sam tried to maintain control; I could see the effort in his eyes. "The craving came on really fast this time."
I knew that he expected me to rush out and try to get more blood from the butcher, but I felt it was more urgent than that. Or maybe I just liked being needed. Hey, I said it was sick. I sat down with one of my knives and put my arm up on the table. "Come 'ere Sam," I said, and cut a shallow line across my inner elbow. "Soup's on."
Sam looked at me, horrified. "Dean, I'm not just going to keep feasting on you every time I get hungry. Remember what happened the last time?"
He said it, but I could see the look in his eyes. They glowed eerily in low light now. The shadow cast across his face revealed that sinister shine. Sam was looking right at my bleeding arm. I said, "Of course you're not. But it's urgent. You'll keep it in check. You're not starving like you were last time. Just got a bad case of the munchies."
Sam glared at me like he didn't find the joke funny. But he didn't jump up from the table, either. "Damn it, Dean."
I reached across the table and grabbed the back of his neck with my other hand. "Sammy, it's my job to take care of you. I can't let you suffer." At this point, I had to pause because I got choked up like a big sissy girl. But I quickly recovered. "You won't drain me. You don't need that much right now, and we can get you more later."
"And again, I say remember what happened last time," Sam protested.
My brother can be such a pessimist. "Alright, if you're really that worried..." I pulled one of my Glocks from my waistband and placed it on the table. "If you get out of hand, this should slow you down."
I could tell Sam was shocked. He didn't expect that. "You'd shoot me?"
"Yeah, only 'cause I know it won't kill ya," I replied flippantly. Truthfully, I'd never shoot him, but Sam had to think that I'd defend myself or he wouldn't drink. "Now can we get this over with? I'm coagulating here."
Sam wore that offended look that he gets sometimes, but he let his eyes wander and soon had that hungry glaze to his eyes again as he stared at the blood running down the side of my elbow. Scooting his chair closer to me, Sam ran a finger up the thin stream of blood and then licked the tip. He did it again, sucking his finger this time like he was licking fried chicken grease off it or something, and appeared quite satisfied with the taste.
I'm a yummy little devil.
After that, Sam simply dipped his head in and began to suck directly from my arm. I leaned back to extend it a bit and give him plenty of room. The cut was shallow, which caused his effort to make quiet sucking sounds; those sounds brought back what was probably the most bizarre memory they could have uprooted, considering this was my vampire brother drinking from my arm. It reminded me of when Sam was a baby and I'd sometimes feed him his bottle. I know, it's hard to imagine someone so tall that he should live at the top of a beanstalk ever being a baby, but I promise, he was. Used to fit neatly in my lap. I'd beg Dad to let me feed him sometimes, mostly because I liked feeling protective of Sammy; it made me feel grown up and important. I also liked watching the formula disappear. (Kids are weird.) When Sammy would drink from the bottle, he'd make this suck-suck-suck sound that amused me. It was kinda cute. So, as sick as it may sound, I smiled fondly while my brother drank his lunch from my body.
Suddenly, Sam made this moany noise and his fangs came out. I flinched a little, but I stood my ground with him. Sam had to learn to control that instinct. He breathed hard, mouth just centimeters from my skin, resisting the urge to bite into me again.
"You can resist it, Sam," I said in encouragement.
And he did it. After only a short time, the fangs retracted. I could tell by Sam's upturned mouth that he was smiling as he finished his meal. I was proud of him.
*****
We were coming back from the butcher's when Lenore showed up. I didn't see her waiting near the door to our hotel room until I stopped the car in the parking lot and heard Sam gasp. She was leaning on a handicapped parking sign, one foot crossed over the other, with a confident smirk on her face. I didn't know at the time that her expression hid weeks worth of worry.
Sam was understandably surprised. "What are you doing here?" he asked her.
Nice going, Sammy. Make her feel welcome.
Lenore explained how her "family," what was left of it, had fallen apart in the last two weeks. They had just suffered too much loss at the hands of Gordon and couldn't hold it together. "I couldn't stop thinking of you, Sam, and what happened to you," Lenore said. "I had to know that you were alright." She glanced at me nervously. I could tell Lenore didn't want to say the wrong thing in front of me, not knowing whether or not I knew about Sam's new penchant for platelets.
Sam seemed to think about it honestly; not every expression that crossed his face was pleased. He finally answered, "I'm getting by." He noticed Lenore taking sidelong glances at me. "It's okay, Lenore. Dean knows."
She relaxed a bit. "Oh. I thought maybe he would. I mean, there's no way you haven't gotten hungry in the last two and a half weeks."
With a shy smile, Sam asked, "Would you like to come in for a while?"
Lenore agreed, and we went inside. When she brushed past me, I saw her eyes pass low over my bandaged wrist. A look of horror came to them for a split second. It was obvious what she suspected.
Of course, she was right.
Sam and Lenore chatted it up for the next few hours. It was obvious to me and everyone in the world that they were hella attracted to each other. Hey, it was great. Sam needed to get past Jess's death and move on. How he went that long without getting laid to begin with, I'll never know. But look who I'm talking about - the dude who once passed up a double date with frisky blonde twins because he had homework. "But Dean, the science fair is in two weeks!" he said. Sometimes I think Sam's secretly a nun.
Lenore reacted with horror when he told her he'd fed from a couple rats. "You want to get the plague or something?!" she cried.
"That's... even possible?" Sam asked.
"It wouldn't kill you, but it'd make you pretty damn sick," Lenore explained. "We're the kind of vampires that can catch disease from the blood we drink. No more rats, Sam."
He countered, "You drink from cows. How do you know they don't have mad cow disease?"
I couldn't help but chuckle. While they were talking, I cleaned guns. We were in this town for a case, after all.
"American farmers are very careful about that sort of thing. But it is a risk." Lenore picked through the groceries we'd brought home. Our room was in one of those pay-by-the-week hotels with kitchenettes in all the rooms. She took out the cartons of blood and moved them to the fridge. "These are a good idea. There are other ways to get your meals, too." Taking out the steaks I'd gotten for myself, Lenore sniffed them and smiled with satisfaction. "How do you like yours? I prefer mine bloody."
"Hey, those are for me," I said in complaint.
"You can have one," Lenore informed me, and smirked again. I was getting to like that look.
She cooked us up some steaks. The ones she made for herself and Sam were barely browned on each side. They were very bloody. Talk about rare. Mine was medium well. It was kind of icky watching them lap up that pink meat, but the ecstatic look on Sam's face while he ate it made it all worthwhile.
"I can taste the meat!" he exclaimed happily. "Only a little, but I can taste it."
"A little trick I learned a long time ago," said Lenore, and blew across her fork like it was a smoking gun. "You get the blood you need, and a little taste of what it's like to be a human again."
They both looked a bit sad after that. I had to look away.
Shortly after dinner, I stepped outside to get some air and just watch the sky change color in the twilight. It didn't surprise me that much when Lenore came out too, crossing her arms and walking around absently a few feet from me. I sort of expected what she was going to say. "Did you ever notice how purple and red the atmosphere becomes just after the sun goes down?" I asked her. "Sometimes it looks like the sky is bleeding."
Lenore nodded, and paused for a long time before saying, "You're letting him drink from you, aren't you?"
I immediately responded, "Yeah." What difference did it make to her?
She thought it made a lot of difference, because she got pretty mad. Even stamped her little cowboy-booted foot. "How could you do that, Dean? You started him on human blood. Do you know how hard it is to wean a vampire off human blood?"
"I can handle it, baby." I guess I was being an arrogant jerk, but I didn't feel like it was any of her business. Sam was my family, not hers.
"You think so? Can you handle it when he loses control and bites some innocent person who didn't give him permission? You think you have enough blood to keep him fed?"
"No, but that's what the cow blood is for. My blood has just been an emergency supplement." I moved closer to her. "Thanks for the concern, but Sam and I will be fine."
Lenore just shook her head, looking at me like I was an idiot. "Dean, the difference in the taste between animal blood and human blood is like canned chili versus fresh sirloin steak. Do you really think Sam's going to be happy with cow blood when he can have nummy Dean blood whenever he wants?"
I licked my lips. "I haven't had chili in ages. You're making me hungry again."
"You're an overconfident fool," Lenore said. "I know you love him, and you'd do anything for him, but you've started something bad here. It's going to get out of your hands."
"Then stay," I countered, making the offer I knew Sam wanted to make. "Stay and teach us how to do this. You've been a vampire for... how long?"
"One hundred and fifty years."
I was genuinely surprised. I didn't know it had been that long. "Really? You don't look a day over eighty."
Lenore was annoyed with me. It was written all over her face. You know, sometimes I'm a sadistic asshole. If I was using smileys in this story, there would have been a winking one after that last sentence. Anyway, she said, "Well, it's been longer than that."
"And that's my point," I continued. "Sam needs you to teach him how to be a vampire without hurting anyone. We'll keep you in all the blood you could want." I put on my handsomest grin. She seemed more interested in Sam, but that didn't mean she stopped having eyes. "What do you say?"
The girl stayed. She slept in Sam's bed, but that's the way it should be.
Honestly, I knew Sam would never hurt another human being. The vampire inside him, though... it was a creature he'd have to learn to keep in check. Lenore did know a lot of things, a lot of useful things about how to survive as a bloodsucking creature of the night, but that wasn't the main reason I asked her to stay.
I asked her to stay for Sam's sake. He needed her.
Sam had always been more of a night owl than I was. Sure, I could party 'til the sun came up, but usually, I conked out way before my brother. I like to sleep. Insert shrug here. Sam's new life would suit his tendency to survive on the little sleep he got. He tried to sleep at night as much as possible just to stay in sync with my schedule, but that night, Lenore's first night with him, he did a lot more than sleeping.
Heh heh.
I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of panting and kissing. They were in the next bed, making out. Yeah, that's my boy. I knew they were hot for each other. I had my back to them, but I turned over a little and took a peek. The covers were over them, but I could see that he already had her shirt off. That pale, bare back faced me. Sammy dropped kisses down her chest and went to town on her tits, sucking on them. I had no idea his technique could be so smooth. Musta learned something from me. Just listening to her murmur and moan softly and those sucking sounds started to get me going.
There's something you have to understand about how Sam and I grew up. We moved around a lot. Stayed in tons of hotels. Because of that, we shared a room, and still share a room, most of the time. I think I had my own room maybe twice in my life, for only brief periods. And, there's something you have to understand about me. I love sex. Man, I can't live without it. Since I got my pubes, I just gotta have it all the time. The girl can't, or won't, always take you to her place. And some women just refuse to do it in the car. So I've had to bring girls to our various hotel rooms many, many times.
Sammy usually pretends to be asleep. When I think about how many times I've done that to him... well, I don't feel guilty at all. You don't know a lot about men if you think Sam's always been embarrassed and felt awkward about it. Sure, there have been times when I embarrassed him, fucking some chick in the next bed, but it's not always like that. It really depends on the girl, to be honest.
I guess many women would consider me a pig. But not all of them.
Some of them enjoy it.
There are the chicks who let me share. I did say I'd do anything for my brother, didn't I? I mean, it's hard to lie there listening to people fuck and not get excited. Sometimes, if Sam seems interested, I ask them if it's okay if my brother joins us in a threesome. I also love the threesomes. It's usually me and two chicks, but I don't mind Sam being the third wheel. And the women I bring home? They usually don't mind it either, getting the full sexual attention of two guys. It may all sound sick to you. I don't really care.
Sometimes, they say no. Poor Sammy winds up choking his chicken in the next bed or the bathroom. We don't talk about those times. It embarrasses the kid.
It's just hard to live in such close quarters and not become comfortable with being up in each other's sex lives. It's not always a perfect situation. But we make it work.
Anyway, back to the sex. I pretended to be asleep while my dick got more and more eager to be in that girl. I knew she was Sam's, and it wasn't going to be my idea. That didn't mean I could help getting hard at the thought. Lenore was pretty. Not bombshell pretty, but definitely fuckable. I quietly turned over and kept the covers real close to my head so they couldn't see my face in the dark. Lenore turned onto her back as Sam kept sucking on her tits; I had a really good view. Oh, was it an excellent view. Lenore had that look of ecstasy on her face, her eyes closed, as she moaned, "Oh Sam, oh, Sam," over and over. They tried to keep it quiet, though. But I could still hear.
A part of me wanted to yell at them, "Get to the fucking!" I was really eager. Not that I'm not a genius with the foreplay, but Sammy was spending a lot of time working her up. That shouldn't be a surprise, knowing Sam is one of those sensitive types. Just as I was ready to scream, Lenore took care of it for me.
"Make love to me, Sam! I need you inside me!" she whispered harshly. Mmmm, that girl sounded good when she begged for it. They took off the rest of their clothes under the covers and then he slid up her body, lying on top of her. The sheets went up like a tent as Lenore spread her legs and wrapped them around Sammy's waist. She moaned pretty loud, arching her back, when Sam penetrated her. He had a bit of a hard time keeping quiet himself, but once he'd gotten control of his senses, he put a finger to his lips to caution her to not be so loud, with me in the room too. Then Sam began to rock into her.
The panting and moaning and Sam's hand clutching the pillow hard and Lenore's tits shaking with every thrust and those covers moving up and down... I could hardly take it. The bed squeaked lightly. They murmured sexy talk to each other. I wanted to be right there in it.
"Mm Sam, a little harder. Fuck me, baby."
"You feel incredible, Lenore."
"You feel good too. More, Sammy, more!"
Lenore got away with it. Of course, Sam couldn't stop in the middle of sex and go, "Don't call me Sammy!" but still, he didn't seem bothered by it. Her calling him that did something for me. I reached down to play with myself a little. Wasn't like I had a woman at the time. You gotta take care of yourself some way. It was hard to keep quiet - I usually like to make a little noise. Okay, a lot of noise. But I thought it just wouldn't be a good idea.
I have to say, my hand is an amazing lover. (That was sarcasm.) It wasn't Lenore, but it still got me off. Like comparing canned chili to sirloin steak. Gets the job done, though. Still, I pictured some of the dirtiest things while my eyes were closed, stroking my own cock real slow, running my curled fingers up and down the shaft and sometimes reaching down to caress my balls.
Are you picturing it? Knew you were.
The love birds surprised me when the sex got even hotter to the point that they were going at each other like animals. They couldn't keep it very quiet anymore because they were both nearing orgasm. "Harder, Sam!" Lenore rasped. His thrusts grew faster and harder. They were both gyrating toward each other so quick and forcefully that I could hear skin slapping on skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him and damn, I wanted to feel a body on mine so bad. They fucked into the bed so that it squeaked much louder. If I had forgotten either of their names, I'd never forget them ever again after hearing Sam and Lenore moan them repeatedly.
The moans turned to animalistic snarls. Wow, I had never seen Sam go at it like that. It was usually Sammy in the other bed alone, but the tables were turned. He was practically fucking Lenore in half, he thrust so hard. Well, it had been a long time for him. His vampire teeth came out, and I thought he might bite her. It was just a reaction to his arousal, though.
Lenore threw her head back, growling out a moan, obviously cumming. Their bedcovers were all over the bed and floor. She came so nice. Sam thrust into her one last time and snarled, his teeth at her throat, and came too. I could see Lenore's legs spread really far apart; her knees peeked out from under the sheets. They were both glistening with sweat and shaking. It was wild.
I couldn't help it. I made a noise, a hot and bothered noise, and they heard. They both looked at me. It embarrassed me because I was so unused to being on this side of the bed. I unsuccessfully pretended to be asleep and turned over, showing my back to them again. They whispered to each other for a couple minutes. Man, was that awkward. Especially since I was still hard as a rock.
Their bed squeaked, and I knew someone was getting up. Shit. I could feel eyes on me. Someone expecting me to notice them standing there. I just gave in and turned over to look at whomever was waiting.
Lenore stood there, stark naked, looking down at me. Damn, but that made more blood flow so quickly into my dick that it hurt. She knew; she could read it all over my face. "Hi Dean," she said.
"Uh... hey," I answered. Which sounded about as smooth as a box of broken glass. "Aren't you cold?"
"Slide over." She started to climb in bed with me.
I looked over at Sam. He had that "golly gee I love my brother" expression on his face. I suddenly felt like a charity case. My brother had persuaded Lenore to throw one my way. At first, I was mortified. "That's okay. You can sleep with Sam."
"I know you were watching, Dean." Lenore lifted my covers and tried to get into bed.
"I kick in my sleep. You're better off over there."
"I'll just kick back." As I had my back to her in an attempt to deflect her advances, she cuddled up behind me and draped an arm over my chest. "Did it excite you?" Lenore whispered in my ear.
I was still resisting. "No."
"You're lying." Her hand slipped down to take hold of my cock. I slapped her hand. "You're plucky. It's very cute." Lenore grabbed it anyway. I just gave in then and let her stroke me down a little. Her spirit, the fact that she wouldn't take any shit from me, was attractive.
"Cute. No one describes me as cute. That's a word better reserved for Sammy." The pant in my voice betrayed the disinterest I was trying to fake.
Lenore squeezed my cock lightly as she stroked me faster. I couldn't help but moan. "I've never found arrogance so cute before..."
That brought a hearty chuckle from me. She was and would always be Sammy's girl, but I liked Lenore. I was glad that Sam looked up to me to this degree, that he'd just share his woman with me. Of course, I'm sure Lenore would have been angry to hear me think such things so soon, but I could tell by the look in Sam's eyes that she was the one.
Lenore rubbed the underside of my cock head with her finger and I reacted like one of Pavlov's dogs, just about drooling. She guided me onto my back before climbing on top of me, straddling my waist. I ran my hands up her hips and sides. Lenore trembled in anticipation. My hands cupped her tits and I ran my thumbs over her nipples. She shivered in excitement.
It seemed one of the perks of being a vampire was sexual stamina. Lucky for me, I didn't need to be a vampire to go all night - I was just a slut.
We had an "oh shit" moment then, though, when Lenore leaned down to kiss my neck. I was all ready for her to mount me, but she stopped cold and just stared. "You have a... few scratches... on your neck."
I remembered the place where Sam had grazed his fangs over my throat. It was healing nicely, but I didn't bother with a bandage. "Uh huh."
Lenore sniffed at the scratches. "I haven't... lain with a human man... for a century." Her tongue flicked out, running over the shallow wound.
A part of me wanted her to do it. Just bite me. You get hurt as much as I do and you start to like the pain, to thrive on it. If I could get her to feed on me too, then they would always need me. Both of them.
She added, "I can hear your heart beating," in this really weak voice. Lenore hadn't fed on human blood for a very long time, but she wanted to again. I was nothing but temptation.
Sam sensed it. It seemed to scare him, that she might go over the edge and lose control. He got out of his bed and came over, climbing in behind Lenore. "Hey baby," he said, massaging her shoulders.
Lenore took his cue and leaned back up with a deep sigh. She turned her head so they could kiss. "What do you want, Dean?" Lenore asked once the lip-lock had ended.
"I want us both to fuck you at the same time," I replied. One of my favorite kinks. The fit was so tight, the screwing so good, like that.
"You mean double penetration? Or anal and vaginal?" she queried.
Ah, a girl who knows her sexual positions. One after my own heart. "Double."
"Hm." One of her eyebrows raised saucily. "I could go for that. How about you, Sam?"
He shrugged, looking into her eyes. "Whatever you want, Lenore." They kissed again. Long, hot kisses. I noticed then that she didn't kiss me. That was as it should be. Her kisses should be saved for Sammy.
Lenore put me inside her first. She held my dick, stroking wickedly at the cockhead again, and then slid down on it with a moan. I moaned too, arching into her. My hands went to her hips.
Sam got her to lean down on top of me a bit so he could have some access back there. He grabbed onto her waist, hands just above mine, and thrust himself up inside her. The fit was so tight that we all let out a passionate cry. Him going in pushed me in to the hilt; I was practically trapped in the woman. Held hostage, even. I'm not complaining, though. It felt phenomenal. Lenore gripped the pillow on either side of my head so hard you would have thought it was her best friend.
"Uhhh... Sam... my... so tight..." she choked.
"Is it okay?" he asked, nearly out of breath.
"Fff... f-fuck me!" Lenore cried.
I second that motion.
Sam pulled out slightly, which moved me with him, and then thrust back in.
Sam and I both moaned almost to screaming proportions, but Lenore howled. It was the same inhuman howling sound Sam had made when his shark-like vampire teeth first came out in my presence. Sure enough, her fangs came out too. The intense sex was making her lose control.
"Lenore - " Sam began. The next second, her teeth were in my neck.
His tone grew alarmed. "Lenore!" Sam grabbed her shoulders and tried to pull her off. Lenore had bitten me where those old scratches were, which was just above the collarbone. I was actually glad that she missed the jugular vein, because she might've severed it at that moment. After a century of being with a vampire, I should have expected that a human partner would be too much temptation. Lenore drank from me, a couple of big gulps, before gaining enough control over herself to pull away. Sam held onto her shoulders, keeping her in an upright position, and she howled again, a frightening, animal sound.
"My first in one hundred years. Oh, it tastes. So. SWEET," Lenore growled. Blood dribbled out of her mouth and down her chest, dotting her tits. I'm not a vamp, but the sight of my blood on that pale, white skin was an intense aphrodisiac. It also drove Sam wild. He licked at her chin and neck. "Fuck, Sam. Don't stop!" she commanded.
"But, Dean..."
"I'm okay," I said. I knew I was injured now, but we weren't going to last long, and then I could tend to the wound. "It's not that bad. Go, Sam."
Sam started to thrust fast and hard. He and Lenore shared deep tongue kisses, also sharing the blood in her mouth. Lenore again leaned down on top of me and licked at the blood seeping out of the bite she'd made. I could see Sam's eyes over her shoulder; he looked worried. With good reason, really, but I was so turned on I didn't care. The sex was so incredible and we made so much noise that I'm surprised no one called the cops.
They lasted longer than I did. I came shortly thereafter, arching up into one of Sammy's thrusts, with my head buried deep into my pillow. Once Sam realized I was done, he lifted Lenore off me and quickly threw her down on the empty side of the bed on her back, her legs draped over mine. He penetrated her again and finished her off while licking my blood off her tits. It was like some sort of sex cult orgy.
They only lasted about a minute longer than I did. I was wasting their delicious snack all over my sheets; I had to get some direct pressure on that wound fast. But I couldn't do it, because it was then that I blacked out.
The next thing I remember is Sam's voice full of fear, saying, "Dean! Dean! Wake up, please!"
"He's coming to," Lenore's voice said.
I opened my eyes. They were both still naked. The bite had been bandaged and, apparently, medicated, as it stung a little. I had passed out and stayed that way as they stopped the bleeding; that must have been hard for them, to apply direct pressure and not take a little for themselves.
I had asked for this, hadn't I?
Sam was crying. My brother does that a lot. "Dean, are you okay?" He grabbed a glass of orange juice off the nightstand. "Drink some of this."
I lifted my head so he could put the glass to my lips, where I drank all I could. "Thanks, Sammy. I'm fine. Just overdid it. I'll be fine after some rest."
Lenore looked ashamed of herself. "I'm so sorry, Dean. I didn't mean to. You see, it's just like I told you. You should never tempt a vampire with human blood."
As much as I knew she was right, there was no way I wanted to stop. I liked it. I wanted them both to drink from me again. It made me feel needed, and got me really hot and bothered. You could say I was one sick puppy.
Now, not just one hungry vampire, but two.
I was in way over my head.
Chapter 3
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