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Chapter 1
(Dean)
I try to pack up my stuff silently while Sam is passed out in an exhausted sleep on the opposite bed, she breathes delicately, her lips parted slightly. Her chocolate brown bangs fall on her pale face.
She never tells me to stop… but she never quenches the hunger. Whatever she gives is never enough, I find myself wanting more and more… It was after this last time that I couldn’t take it anymore. I had had her pressed against the table, cornered even, and was in the midst of my bloodlust. She didn’t make a sound, but brought up her hands and even stroked my cheek bones while I drank. A tiny showing of affection. How could she? I was disgusting.
I have done everything to make her hate me, but she remains loyal. I bossed her around when we were kids, and even into adulthood until she put her foot down and finally made me realize she could take care of herself. I never let her have her own life, despite knowing how much she wanted it. I was selfish. And look where it got me, I was the kind of thing that we hunted and not only that but I fed from my own sister. We wouldn’t be in this situation if I had just left her back at Stanford where she wanted to be.
Guilt surrounded me like a thick, intoxicating fog. Sam’s scent branded me and everything in the room, tempting me to the point of insanity. Her heartbeat was always in the back of my mind, a constant reminder of what a monster I am. A constant reminder of what delicious liquid runs through her veins…
My eyes flick to the mirror and I see desire written all over my face, and I turn back to Sam who I was dangerously close to. The peaceful look still on her face, blissfully unaware of what was happening while she slept. I had almost lost it… again.
I jerk back, sitting on the bed across from her. My muscles tighten as I shut my eyes, and bury my face in my hands. This was never going to end. My stomach lurched with the tempo of her heartbeat, and I was horrified that the only thing I could think about was digging my teeth into her neck. I was dangerous, and I couldn’t be around Sammy… I didn’t want to hurt her.
So I took care of things myself.
I snuck quietly out of the cheap motel room and let the pain of the bright sun beat down on me. Once I’d been driving in the Impala, I gave Bobby a brief call. I told him where Sammy was and hung up, not being able to bear the expectant tone of his voice. Part of me wanted to hear it, part of me wanted to get the shit beat out of me for what I’ve done, but part of me… the part I’m afraid of… just wants it to be over.
(Sam)
“Wake up, Sam.” A gruff voice says.
I turn my head gingerly, favoring my cut up neck, to see none other than Bobby Singer.
“Bobby? What are you doing here?” I slur. My slow thoughts gradually put together that he would have had to drive nearly two hours to come for a friendly chat. He let go of my arm and moved to the heavy floral curtains that shielded the light from the tiny hotel room.
“Dean called.” And with that he pulled the barriers open, letting the sunshine pour into the small area. Fear overflows me, doesn’t he know that Dean can’t be in the sunlight? I jolt upwards and out of the itchy comforter in retaliation along with a wave of dizziness to help.
Bobby catches me, and intercedes my run in with the floor and I can hear is tone of disapproval. “Oh Sam…” My legs straighten out to try to support myself. The unvacuumed carpet stuck to my bare feet.
Bobby doesn’t condone what I have to do to save Dean, but what does he know about us? Despite my love and respect for the man, I cannot help but hate him when he is clearly judging us. Like back in Chicago when he found out the truth about Dean’s condition, he shot him with dead man’s blood and was about to cut his fucking head off if I hadn’t stopped him.
“I’m fine.” I bark, sitting on the bed trying to look like I chose to take a breather. Bobby looks hurt and I regretted being so abrupt, but then I pushed away the sympathy. I looked around the room to see if Dean was hiding beneath the blankets but his bed was empty, and all his things were gone… along with the keys to the Impala.
“You look like hell.” Bobby stated.
“Where is Dean?”
“I don’t know…”
“Bobby, I swear, if you did something to him-!”
“Stuff it, Chucklehead! All he said was that you was in this Super 8 Motel and that I need to pick you up.”
“He’s gone?” I breathe in disbelief.
“Appears to be that way, idjit. Now c’mon, pack up your stuff.”
The rest of the conversation turned to me declaring that I wouldn’t leave without Dean, but I was readily shot down by Bobby saying I can walk out of the room on my own two feet or over his shoulder. On a normal day, I would’ve called his bluff but I’ve lost a lot of weight since I last saw him so he could have easily done what he threatened to do. I reluctantly agreed to go along but as soon as I got my strength back, I was out of there.
The car ride was shitty, and it didn’t help that the silence was near unbearable with his pitying side glances at me. I was draining the bottles of water Bobby bought for me at the gas station, as well as the candy bars. I tried to let myself slip into a much needed sleep, but apparently only eating sugar doesn’t help one’s stomach much on a moving vehicle.
I fished out my phone slowly, trying not to give myself a head rush from the small movement. I was used to Dean and our routine of me just sleeping off the blood loss for the rest of the day, but I guess not all days were going to be that lucky. I click the call button once I find Dean’s name in my contacts and am greeted with the drone beeping.
Please Dean, just answer.
“Dean? It’s Sam…” I uncomfortably glance over at Bobby from the corner of my eye. All I want to do is pour out my heart telling my best friend that he’s not a monster, that we need to work through this together, that everything will be fine, that he just needs to come back to me. But how chick-flicky would that sound? “I’m okay, Bobby picked me up.” I pause. “Just tell me where you are? You can’t just-“I bite back my words. “Call me back, okay?” I hang up.
“No answer, huh?”
I just stare at out the window, and watch the sun begin to set.
“Maybe…-“ he starts.
“Not right now. Please.” I beg. I didn’t think I could handle a scolding while being on the verge of breaking into tears. These past months have been so difficult for both of us, and it’s Dean’s self-hate that’s really been killing me.
“All I’m saying is that some space for a bit isn’t a bad thing, Sam.”
I regretted my harshness, but at that point I couldn’t handle it anymore. Bobby was getting into a subject that he should just shut his trap about.
“It’s not? Really? Where do you think Dean is going to get his blood, hmm? He will starve himself and eventually lose it, and how many people do you think he might unintentionally hurt?! He is harder on himself than you could possibly imagine.” I yelled.
Not another word was said the rest of the ride.
I yanked my duffle bag out of the trunk when we got back to the house and I headed in, trying to ignore Bobby watching me like a hawk. It shouldn’t be that hard but by the time I reach the door I’m breathless, and my heart is pumping like I just did some jumping-jacks. Keeping up with Dean’s appetite was taking a bigger toll on me than I thought. Why are you complaining? It’s your fault he’s like this way. A thought rings in my mind, bringing down my spirits even more as I remember what had happened with the vampire nest in Chicago.
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Gordon called us up, but the second I heard his voice I hung up. Still hadn’t forgiven the jackass for cutting my arm and trying to feed it to a “vegan” vampire to prove a point. He called Dean’s phone next and we finally found out what that crazed hunter wanted. He told us that he had found the mother ship of nests, claiming that one of the first vampires was there. We didn’t believe him at first, but we did our research and it all pointed out that he was right.
Reluctantly we drove up after dealing with some wraiths in Louisiana, and met up with Gordon. It took us only a few days to specifically pinpoint that the nest was in some cliché abandoned warehouse on the north side of town. There had been more disappearances than usual for a big city and we concluded that the leeches had been either turning all of them, or saving them for later. Then, all we had to decide was how we would go about exterminating all of them.
We should have known Gordon had alternate plans.
I was supposed to be a diversion, and get “chosen” to be in their crowd. It worked as some deep dark and mysterious wannabe vampire took interest in me. Dean promised he would be watching me from a distance the whole time, waiting to stick the vamp with dead man’s Blood so that we could strap on some explosives to the guy and blow the nest sky high.
By the time the vampire led me outside the hole-in-the-wall bar, I was revved and ready to take down this blabber mouth but I still had to wait for Dean’s signal. It didn’t come. I kept my heartbeat steady, as to not give away my cover, yet fear overwhelmed me. By the time I had let the vampire pin me to the wall, I knew something was up. I didn’t hesitate as I unsheathed the machete from my coat and ended the vampire. Now I had to find out where Dean was, and what had happened.
“Sammy! Behind you!” I heard Dean scream.
I turned, ready to slash at anyone who was behind me but a cold vice grip was placed on my neck and I was held to the wall before I could even react.
“Let her go!”
I was struggling for air when I saw Dean’s neck was bright red with his own blood. He tried to run at the vampire, but he looked exhausted and drained. I kicked and fought, but the leech holding me acted like I was no more than a mere child.
“Oh Dean, so eager to have me finish you off.” He mused, turning and slapping Dean with unimaginable strength. He flew back onto the wall, and I heard the sickening crack of his head hitting the bricks. He slumped down onto the ground.
“Dean-“ I rasped.
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry much about him dear.” His grip on my neck loosened to the point where I could breathe, but not much more than that. I could feel the power emanating off of the vampire… he was the Alpha we were looking for. His burgundy eyes examined me thoroughly with deadly intent and made my stomach turn.
“As I promised. The Winchesters. Now I assume you will be keeping up your end of the bargain?” a voice echoes through the alleyway.
I see Gordon in the corner of my eye, and searing hatred fills me to the brim.
“Naturally, hunter. You have done well in bringing them here.”
“They are both still alive?” Gordon nervously asked.
“They are none of your concern now.” The vampire brushed off.
“They sure as hell are still my concern. If you let them out alive and kicking, then what’s going to stop them from finding me?!”
The leech turned back to me and grinned like we shared some intimate secret that Gordon knew nothing about. I writhed underneath his grip while I tried to pry his hand off me.
“Believe me, you won’t have a care in the world after tonight.”
There was silence until a soft crunch sounded from where Gordon stood, and the sound of his body crumpling to the ground in a lifeless heap. I hated him, but in no way was I satisfied with his death.
“Well done boys!” the vamp congratulated the little leeches for the death of the well-known vampire hunter. “Now we have what we really want…”
He set me back down, my legs no longer dangling, and let go of my throbbing neck. He inhaled deeply, and I finally noticed the smear of blood on his lips... I could guess whose it was.
“And what exactly is it you want?” I whispered, my voice not able to do much more.
“You know” he stepped away and I lunged for my machete. I was grabbed by the two blood suckers that killed Gordon while the Alpha walked casually over to the unconscious Dean. “You Winchesters are a very tasty bunch. I would have no problem draining you both right here and now, but our orders are different you see.”
Dean stirred, but not much else. I had no idea what to expect, but if I kept the head vampire’s attention long enough, maybe Dean could get away.
“Orders from who?”
He giggled. Freaking giggled in response. What kind of a messed up freak…
“Not telling. But I will say, once I’m done with your precious brother he will think you are as delectable as I do.”
My gut clenched in fear. I saw Dean begin to make conscious movement, his dark green eyes opened in a daze, attempting to acess the situation.
“Don’t touch him!” I struggled against the two vamps holding me back.
The Alpha tsk-ed and grabbed Dean by his leather jacket, and brought him to his knees. Dean was so out of it, he could do nothing to fight back. The leech sliced his wrist, allowing thick red blood to ooze out, and got behind Dean and held him by the hair on his head. With Dean’s head forced to tilt backward, the vampire took the upper hand and plunged his dripping wound into Dean’s mouth.
“NO!”
I summoned an unknown strength and elbowed the monster on my right, loosening his grip on me, and punched him in the face. I turned and kneed the one on my left and brought my hands together and brought them down on his neck as he hunched over. That gave me enough time to grab my machete just before the first one attacked me again. I kicked into the stomach of the vamp, and while he was bent over from the blow I chopped his head off. The same fate awaited the other.
While gore covered the pavement and blood splattered all over my face, I ran full speed to the Alpha feeding Dean that poison. He saw me coming, and withdrew the wrist from Dean’s mouth. With expected speed and strength of a vampire he yanked Dean up and threw him in my direction and I had no other choice but to support my falling brother.
“Have fun you two…” the Alpha chirped as he ran away.
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“You need help, Sam?”
Bobby didn’t give me time to answer as he picked the duffle bag out of my hands and hauled it to the spare bed room. I huffed, partly due to me being out of breath. I followed downstairs through the familiar house, smelling of beef jerky and a homey sawdust scent. Old leather and iron wisped through the air, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was home.
But no. Home was wherever Dean was and no one could change that, not even a much needed reunion with Bobby or his familiar house. I have distant memories of when Dean and I were dumped here before we could take care of ourselves while dad went on a hunt. It was so long ago, though… even Bobby’s wife was still around. I don’t remember much of her at all, but Dean swore valiantly that his addiction to pies started with that very woman.
I grinned inwardly when we passed the kitchen.
“You gonna rest now, ya hear?”
I nodded, and he set my bag on the bed. My temper had cooled down and as Bobby walked passed me, I touched his arm.
“Thanks…”
He looked down at me in confusion.
“For what?”
“Everything… I guess…” I shrug awkwardly, not expecting the conversation to go this long. I was slightly embarrassed to be caught accepting help.
“Idjit.” He mumbled and pulled me in a grizzly bear hug, being overly cautious with my temporarily frail body. And with that he left, leaving me with a much overdue sleeping session with the scratchy bed.
Thoughts of when I would call Dean next, or how I would track him down, or how much time was left until he went AWOL slowly drifted from my conscious thinking as I floated off into a deep… dreamless sleep.