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-Dean-
It had been years since Dean had thought about his brief stint as a vampire. He had come out the other side safe and human from the whole demon chapter of his life. Things had settled back into some form of normalcy, at least what the Winchesters considered normal, so it was strange that he would be thinking about it now. It all started innocuously enough, they had been out on a ghost hunt when the girl that was being haunted by said ghost cut herself on a shard of glass. In that moment everything changed, his thoughts had drifted from, salt, burn, get a burger, to blood, taste, feel. It was like some primal part of him still remembered how it felt and that scared him more than anything. It had been a month since the incident and every day his mind would wander to the sight of blood welling up from her wounded arm. Of course nothing could ever go right for Dean Winchester, if it wasn't one thing it was another. Being free was an illusion, he was always chained down by something and if it wasn't him then it was Sam. Some cosmic force in the universe really liked to throw them into the fire with no way out but through.
He rubbed his hands over his face before sinking them back under the faucet to gather water to, hopefully, wake him up from another restless night. He slowly looked in the mirror, water dripping down his cheeks. Dark circles hung heavy under his eyes, he hadn't gotten his usual four hours lately, was lucky if he got two. Sam was going to start to notice and he had no idea what he was going to tell him. He could see it now, 'yeah, Sammy, ya remember that time you watched as I was turned into a vampire? No? Oh, yeah, you were kind of soulless at the time.' That would not go over well at all. So, he would keep it to himself, write it off as nightmares from his time as a demon. Being a demon wasn't the problem though, he felt numb to what he had done and it certainly didn't plague his dreams, but being a vampire did. He hadn't gone off and killed anyone, beaten them bloody, when he was a vampire but he had wanted to. That was the difference, he could still control himself, still had a conscience when he was a vampire. The demon, well, that was a whole other story. He sighed, it wouldn't do any good to dwell, he needed to keep up appearances at least.
He toweled off his face before grabbing the nearest shirt and pulling it on. Pajama pants and a long sleeved shirt, comfortable and perfect for lounging around in the bunker and not thinking about what it was like to hear Sam's heartbeat, pumping blood through his body. He shook his head, no, this was not happening. He needed something to focus on, keep moving forward so he would stop thinking about what was. As he left his room he could hear pots and pans clanging together and someone making noises of frustration in the kitchen. Castiel was standing next to the stove fighting with what looked like a skillet, spatula, and, was that a Dutch oven? The angel had managed to retrieve what was left of his stolen grace but instead of returning to Heaven he decided to stay with Sam and Dean. He still came and went, still made the occasional trip upstairs, but he was primarily an Earth angel now. Even though he had been on Earth for quite awhile he still got confused about normal everyday things. It didn't happen often but it did happen.
"Dean, your awake. I hope I didn't disturb you, I wanted to try a new recipe I found."
He shook his head, "Nah, I didn't even hear you until I came down the hall." He brushed past him, grabbing a mug and the coffee pot before taking a seat to watch, "Keep going with whatever you're working on."
The angel turned away for a moment before looking back at him, "Dean, you look tired, is something wrong?"
"Nah, just didn't get my requisite four hours of sleep. I'll just have to make up for it later."
"You can't make up for lost sleep, you need your rest."
He shrugged, "Don't worry about it."
"Why aren't you sleeping?" Of course Sam would pick that moment to walk in, the morning wasn't going well enough already.
He rolled his eyes, staring down at his mug, "Like I said, didn't sleep well last night, I'll go to bed early tonight."
"That's what you said last night, please Dean, we promised no more secrets, let me help you before you get sick."
"Nightmares, alright? I'm trying not to drink myself to death just for a little sleep." He grumbled, taking a drink, "I don't want a repeat of last time." He couldn't tell them that alcohol just wasn't appealing. It had always been his escape and now he couldn't even stomach the smell of it.
"I can help you get some sleep." Cas said softly, abandoning his cooking paraphernalia.
He shook his head, "No angel mojo."
Sam signed, "At least eat something."
He could do that and proved it by grabbing a blueberry muffin, "Alright, mom." He smirked.
Sam shook his head, that mop of hair flapping in his face. He really wanted to take scissors or a razor to it one day while he slept but was afraid of what would happen when he got up and found his precious locks on his pillow. Castiel finally went back to his cooking when he was sure that Dean was eating while the brothers sat in slightly awkward yet companionable silence. He had just finished his food when a wave of fatigue washed over him. He felt so tired all of a sudden and he had just had two cups of coffee. Maybe there really was something wrong with him. He thought he got to his feet but the next thing he knew Sam was holding him up.
"Dean?" That was worried Sam voice, "Can you hear me?"
He tipped his head up, suddenly reminded of a particularly bad drunken stupor where Sam had to carry him from the bar. Sam's face had been angry then but now it was just plain worried.
"Sammy?" Did he sound drunk? He hoped he didn't but was pretty sure it came out in a slur, "I'm really sleepy." He laid his head on his shoulder and yep, he decided that he sounded drunk.
He felt his brother grunt as he laid his full weight into his taller sibling, "Dean, stay awake, come on, open your eyes and look at me."
That was bossy Sammy, the Sam who ordered him around but only when it was really important, like life or death. He felt heavy but managed to get his eyes open, "I need to lay down, get some sleep." That's what he thought he said but by the look on Sam's face it had likely come out wrong.
Sam pulled him up straighter, looping his arm around his waist, "Let's get you in bed, alright?"
He nodded and allowed Sam to practically drag him to his room. His feet dragged and he wondered where Cas went. Hadn't he been cooking? Why wasn't he helping too? He couldn't dwell on it because in an instant he was laid down in bed, blankets pulled over him, and then darkness as he was pulled under to sleep.
Blood. He could feel it sliding between his fingers, over his hands. He looked down slowly, afraid what he would find. His hands were coated in it. There was a quake in his fingers but he looked past them, trying to find the source. Laying at his feet was a woman, her throat a mess of blood and bite marks. Glassy eyes stared accusingly up at him as if to say, 'you did this'. His senses were filled with blood, the sight of it, the smell of it, the feel of it. He looked down at his hands again, they were closer now, and his gums ached.
"Dean." The voice was low, calm, not in line with the situation.
His eyes snapped up only to come face to face with dark eyes, familiar eyes. The Alpha vampire gazed at him with calm patience, as if dealing with a small child instead of a grown man. Dean stared at the Alpha, green eyes locked with brown. He could feel his hands coming up, still shaking, as he slowly laid them on the Alpha's cheeks. Gently, the Alpha wrapped his hands around Dean's wrists, drawing them down and smearing blood across his skin. He drew him close, pressing the lines of their bodies together, his lips settling close to Dean's ear.
"Welcome home, Dean."
He opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out. He felt the Alpha's hand slide to the back of his head, pressing his face into his throat as he hushed him, whispering nonsense phrases to calm him. Dean's lips pressed against his throat before his mouth slid open and sharp fangs slid into the Alpha's skin.
He did scream then, his eyes snapping open as he flailed against the blankets. He was safe, he was awake, and there were no fangs or blood in his mouth. That nightmare had been the most vivid one yet. Until now the dreams had been about the experience, what happened when he was a vampire and how it felt. This, this was more like a vision, but one tailored specifically to him instead of the vampire race. He was connected to the Alpha again. The nightmares scared him, the thought of being connected to the Alpha made him petrified. They had to do something, anything, before this got worse.
The bunker was silent as he got up and went for the door. Sam's room was just down the hall from his and in that moment he was surprised his screams hadn't woken him. The door was unlocked so he pushed it open and walked in. His brother looked so peaceful, part of him hated to disturb him, but it had to be done. The easiest way to wake Sam without getting stabbed or shot was to simply turn the light on and wait, but he didn't have time to spare, he could feel it. Braving the wrath of Sam, Dean turned the light on and moved to the bed. The moment his hand landed on Sam's shoulder he grabbed his knife from under his pillow and swung. Dean dodged back and grabbed his arm on the follow through so he wouldn't hurt himself.
"Sam, Sammy, it's me."
One slow breath in and the arm relaxed in Dean's grasp, "Dean? What's wrong?"
Of course he would realize something was wrong, that was the only reason Dean would wake him up so fast, "I had a nightmare."
Sam blinked at him, stared into his eyes, "A nightmare? What kind?"
He looked away, could feel his hands starting to shake, "Remember when you didn't have a soul?" When he received a nod he continued, "Remember how I was turned into a vampire and took that cure?" He turned back to meet his eyes, "It's in my head, the Alpha, he's in my god damn head again."
"You dreamed of when you were a vampire? Dean, that was years ago, why now?"
He shook his head, "You're not listening to me, Sam. The Alpha, I dreamed about the Alpha. He said welcome home and I sank teeth into his throat, vamp teeth." He didn't want to admit that he was scared but if that was the only way to get it through Sam's head that this was different he would, "I'm scared Sam, this wasn't an ordinary nightmare, this was something else. It was like when he sent out that broadcast to all the vamps telling them what he wanted them to do but this was meant just for me. We need to figure out what's going on and stop it. I don't want him in my head."
He put a hand on his shoulder, "Alright, let's start with the cure and go from there." He gave him a small smile, "At least you look well rested now."
Dean scowled, "How long was I out?"
"Fifteen hours."
He gaped at him, "What the hell, Sammy? Fifteen hours and you didn't think something was wrong?"
"I thought Cas had kept you out for awhile so you could rest. You looked like shit."
He glared, pushing Sam back in bed before storming out, his fear momentarily forgotten. He had said no angel mojo so why would Cas keep him out? No, he didn't think he had, he knew it was the Alpha. It didn't take him long to get to the archives, the whole place was practically one big library. Immediately he set to work, searching for anything related to vampires and the cure. Sam joined him a few minutes later, they worked in silence. Dean still a little angry and Sam repentant. They pooled their catch on one of the tables before sorting through it. They found the cure written out in half a dozen files, each one claiming success, until Dean picked up the next file.
-The cure was administered with success on February 17, 1953 and the vampiric condition was purged from Adeline Winters. Recently Miss Winters began reporting dreams about the event. This began three years after she was cured. She stated she could feel that something was wrong when she dreamed of the Alpha. She sounded so sure that it was the Alpha in her dreams even though she had never seen him before. Three days ago on December 21, 1956 she claimed to be able to hear our hearts beating. Luckily, Miss Winters never began to exhibit blood lust although she did dream of it frequently. We have placed her under close observation and will continue to update this report as needed.-
"Sam, it's happened before." He handed the page over.
His brother quickly skimmed over the page, "I have another one here," he flipped through the pages, "one Mickey Samson."
Dean swallowed hard, looking at the next page in the file, "Adeline Winters hung herself after another year, said she couldn't take it anymore."
"Mickey started reporting dreams fifteen years after the cure."
"There has to be something more, something to explain what the hell is going on." He gripped the edge of the table, trying to ground himself and get back on track.
"Keep reading." Sam picked up another file.
Death by sleep deprivation, death by suicide, every file he picked up said the same, that he was royally screwed and would probably die. Finally he got to one that didn't end in death, no, it ended in something worse. Evelyn Erickson disappeared, only to show up a few years later as a vampire. The report said that instead of killing herself she found the closest vampire and demanded to be turned. He remembered the hunger, the burning pain as it tore through him, if he went and got himself turned again Sam would have to put him down. There would be no coming back from that. He had no illusions about being able to control himself, he had done so once but barely. He leaned forward, resting his head on the table.
"Maybe if I drank the cure again? Could stave it off for awhile at least, maybe long enough to figure something out."
"We don't have the blood of the vampire who turned you, kind of a key ingredient."
"But I'm not a vampire, maybe the other stuff can take care of the symptoms."
"I hate to say this because I have no idea if we could even do it, but I think we need to kill the Alpha."
Dean let out a snort, "Funny, I don't think I should even go near the bastard, what would you do? Take him on alone? You seem to forget the last time we faced him, he let us walk away."
"I'm not going to lose you without a fight. Let's try the cure again and see if it helps at all."
He was on automatic pilot for the rest of the day, gathering the ingredients needed, and hoping he wasn't about to pass out again. That evening he found himself staring down at a cup of the concoction that had cured him. A deep breath to steel himself and he drank it down. It was just as bad as he remembered, possibly even worse. He gagged, leaning over the toilet. Last time he had promptly expelled the potion, this time it sat heavy in his gut. Sweat beaded on his forehead, he was suddenly very hot. The toilet seat felt cool against his face, maybe if he closed his eyes he'd feel batter.
"Dean? Everything alright?" Sam was just outside incase something happened.
He let out a mumbled sound before groaning and looking at the door through bleary eyes, "Sammy, 'm sick."
Sam was in the bathroom and rubbing his back in a flash, "You're burning up, you didn't throw up, did you?" Dean shook his head, "You need to, now."
Another groan escaped his lips as he slowly lifted his hand. He always hated doing this and every time he had it was a matter of life or death. The water turned a muddy red, the color of old blood. He felt better as Sam cleaned him up but didn't move from his spot on the floor. His brother sat beside him, rubbing his back and waiting. Dean didn't even bother trying to shrug him off and be the tough one.
"You're still hot, can you take a shower?"
He shook his head, "Just kind of throw me in the shower and I'll lay there."
"Let's get you in bed and I'll get a cold rag for your head." He bent and pulled Dean to his feet.
Dean collapsed into his chest, dizzy from the sudden change in position, "I feel like shit, make me some tomato and rice soup." He grumbled, leaning on him for support as they went to his room.
The younger Winchester helped his brother into bed before tucking him in and leaving to bow to his wishes. Dean fell asleep soon after he was gone, feeling like he had been pulled through the wringer but at least he wasn't thinking about blood. Sam never brought him that soup, letting him sleep instead. He woke up feeling refreshed for once, no nightmares, no visions. One full body stretch later and he was ready to start his day. He took a quick shower and got dressed before heading to the kitchen. Sam was there with coffee when he walked in.
"Thanks, Sammy." He grabbed the cup out of his hand and took a drink, "Too much sugar." He handed it back, leaving a dumbfounded Sam staring at him while he gathered eggs and bacon, "I'm starving."
"Dean, you're awake and moving." He blinked and Dean scowled back at him, cracking eggs into a pan.
"Of course I am, feeling one hundred percent better. You hungry?"
"No, but Dean, you were burning up when I left you to come get some coffee. Are you sure you're alright?"
He rolled his eyes, pouring himself some coffee, "I feel better than I have in awhile. This gives us time to figure out a permanent fix." He shifted the eggs around a bit, letting them sizzle in the quickly forming bacon grease, "I'm going to eat and then go through more of those files. I'm thinking we should widen the search to anything on vampires."
"Alright, let me finish my coffee and I'll join you."
It didn't take much longer for his food to be ready and he ate with gusto. The files piled up on the end of the table, while the pair sat in the middle. Each file they finished went to the other end. Fifty files later and Dean yawned, the words had begun to blur together. One more and he was going to get some coffee. He slid the file in front of him, flipping it open.
-Ryan Wilson has shown signs of regression after taking the cure. It has been administered a second time without the addition of blood. The following day he had recovered completely. He will have to be monitored closely, however it seems as though he will make a complete recovery. Long term effects are unknown at this time and will be filed in a new report if anything arises.-
He immediately started flipping through the rest of the file, looking for anything about Ryan Wilson. Files were displaced, tossed across the table in his search. He finally stood triumphant, he was the victor, had tamed file mountain and returned victorious.
-Ryan Wilson has been under observation for ten years. Up until April there were no signs of relapse. Over the course of three days the nightmares began again. The cure was administered a second time and the symptoms disappeared again. It seems as though once administered successfully it has an expiration date. This varies from person to person, however it will need to given again when symptoms present.-
"Sam!" His brother jerked awake, looking around, "I'm going to be fine."
He blinked up at him, "Really? That's great! What did you find?"
"I'm going to have to take the cure again someday but I'll be fine until then." He slid the file in front of him, "Let's go find us a new hunt!"
"Take a breath, we can start looking tomorrow, right now let's get some sleep." He rubbed a hand over his face as he stifled a yawn.
"Where's Cas?" He hadn't seen the angel since the other day when he was cooking.
"He had some kind of angel emergency and took off while you were passed out."
He sighed before yawning, "Ok, sleep first." He stretched, "Night Sammy, see you in the morning." He headed to bed, undressing before sinking into the bed that would always remember him.
-Alpha-
He loved his children, every one of them, and felt each loss. When one was taken from him by the so called cure he felt it and knew who each of them were. He never forgot and when the cure lost its potency and he could feel them again he made sure that they knew he would welcome them home with open arms. It was a rare occurrence when one of them returned to the family and it was even rarer that he deigned to go after them. Dean Winchester was one of a select few that he wanted back. When he had lost him the first time he knew one day the link would return and he was willing to wait. Seeing him in person from his seat in that cage he knew that he wanted him back. He had shown interest in the brother, the soulless Sam, to draw away from the fact that it was Dean he wanted. The cure had finally crumbled and he had access to him again. He had given him a more intimate welcome home than he usually did. Dean Winchester would turn and he would be his creator. Dean would fight, he would rebel, and that is why he needed to be the one to bring him over. The closer the blood link, the more control he could exert if necessary, and the more difficult it would be for him to resist his new nature.
There was a new problem in his acquisition of his wayward son, they had used the cure again. Now he was cut off from him but not before he acquired his location. There were preparations to make, his son would need care and nurturing to acclimate to his new life. He would also have to take into account Sam's existence. They were hardly ever apart and disposing of Sam was out of the question. He could be used as leverage to convince Dean to behave. Such a strong child would be a great boon and his loyalty could be swayed.
He tapped his nails against the table, looking over the polished wood. He would likely have to move again, find a new place for his nest to thrive. This home, the Winchesters knew where it was, and that just would not do. With a thought he summoned one of his eldest children.
"Find us a new home. When you have finished let me know and I will come to prepare it for our new addition."
He nodded, "Dean Winchester?" He questioned.
He smiled, "Yes, he will return to us."
The vampire bowed before leaving the room. The Alpha stood, moving to the window. Within the year he would have Dean Winchester by his side. Patience was something he excelled at and molding him into his perfect child would take time and effort. For once in a long time he was looking forward to the challenge.
It was a month before he was ready to acquire his wayward son. Blood had been acquired, enough to sustain the Alpha and Dean for a few months. It was rare for the Alpha to create children in these times, he preferred to let others do it and only take on those who were exceptional. He liked to keep his new children pliable, it made them easier to work with, this time however he wanted that fight. A sturdy chair was setup with thick straps for ankles, wrists, waist, and head. This would be Dean's home for a time. Dead man's blood had also been acquired. When the Alpha had other things to deal with he would be drugged. His world would revolve around the Alpha, he just hadn't learned that yet. The last remaining piece still needed to be attained, Dean.
The bunker was difficult to find but when he did he wondered how he could have missed it. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. The bunker was silent as he moved forward, no heartbeats, no one was home. He moved silently through the halls, taking in the library, kitchen, finally he found Dean's room. He would wait here and then the chase would begin. The wait wasn't long, the hunter stood in the doorway, brilliant green eyes meeting his own dark ones.
He felt his lips curl into a smile, "Hello Dean. I've come to bring you home."
-Dean-
The Alpha was sitting on his bed. He had gone straight to his room to get some sleep but when he rounded the corner he didn't find an empty room like he should have, no, he saw the Alpha sitting on his bed. There were no weapons, he had left his machete in the Impala, was unarmed. He turned and bolted. Sam was still out, had gone to get supplies, so he did the only thing he could, run. There was an armory, if he could get to it he could at least defend himself. There was one upside, the Alpha didn't want to kill him, that gave him the edge. He was fighting to kill, the Alpha wasn't. He could feel him, their closeness opening up something in his mind. If he could feel the Alpha then the Alpha could feel him.
"Dean, you can run from me, you can hide from me, but I will find you. Come quietly and we can avoid any undue pain." He spoke soft and calm but Dean could hear him clearly.
"Screw you asshole! I'm going to cut your head off." He shouted, running down the hallway that led to the armory.
He grabbed the nearest machete before leaving, he couldn't let himself be cornered. He had to end this, if he left the bunker he would be putting others at risk. There was no choice but to fight and hope Sam got back in time to help him. He caught a glimpse of the Alpha out of the corner of his eye as he ran into the archives but when he turned he was gone. He was messing with him, he wasn't going to let himself be the prey.
"Come and get me." He hissed, pressing his back to the wall.
"I thought you would enjoy attempting to escape. Very well."
A flash of movement and Dean swung blindly. A hand closed around his wrist, giving it a firm shake, forcing him to drop the machete. The Alpha was fast, he wasn't sure why he thought he could fight. He bared his teeth as the Alpha pressed him against the wall, pinning him in place firmly.
"What do you want?" He hissed, glaring at him.
The look he got in return was patronizing, "I think you already know. I'm here to bring you home."
"I am home. You didn't go after the others who were cured, why me?" He was stalling, he knew if he could keep him talking there was still a chance for Sam to get back.
He smiled indulgently, "You're special. It is unusual for us to welcome a hunter into our family. I see great potential in you." He pinned his wrists above his head with one hand, the other gripping his chin and tipping his head back slightly, "It's time, you can ask more questions when we get home, for now, sleep."
He tried to shake his head but was held fast. The crack to the back of his head was practically gentle compared to some of the times he'd been knocked out, but the darkness came all the same. When he finally came to his head felt muddled and fuzzy, his thoughts scattered. He tried to reach up to rub his eyes but couldn't. It took a minute for his vision to clear but he wished he hadn't woken up at all. His arms and legs were bound firmly and he could feel the press of leather around his waist. He jerked at his bonds, testing them. There was no way he could get free, he could feel panic bubbling up in his gut.
"You're awake." His vision jerked to the owner of the voice. A young man was standing next to a table, organizing something he couldn't quite make out from his position. He had short dark hair, he couldn't tell if it was black or brown. He couldn't have been more than eighteen, tops. Dean was apprehensive about finding out what someone so young was doing in a place like this, "How're you feeling? Can I get you anything?"
Well, wasn't he just helpful? Dean swallowed slowly, his head throbbing, "Aspirin and water."
The man moved quickly, picking up a glass of water from another table. There were fruits and vegetables, a veritable party tray, along with water. He held it to Dean's lips, tipping slowly so the bound man could take small drinks. After a few swallows he pulled it away.
"Better?"
Dean scowled, "Where's that aspirin?"
"I'm sorry, the Alpha doesn't want any drugs in your system. Perhaps I can speak with him if your head hurts."
"I don't want anything from that son of a bitch except to be let go." He jerked at his bonds again.
The young man's face hardened, no longer helpful and young, this was anger and age, "Dean, I don't want to have to tie your head down as well, stop thrashing."
"Let me go."
"No." He said simply, moving back to the table, "Father will be in shortly. I suggest you change your attitude before then."
Of course he was a vampire. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the chair. The back was tall, taller than him, and he felt a leather strap flop against his shoulder. So he could be strapped down further. Great, just great, like the day couldn't get any worse. He heard the sound of a door opening and turned his head to look. The Alpha came into the room, his shoes clicking on the concrete floor.
"Jonathan, leave us." His eyes were locked on Dean, didn't even flit to the other vampire.
"Yes, father, let me know if you need anything." He walked quietly out the door, closing it behind him.
"Good evening, Dean. How are you feeling?" He glanced at the table, making sure everything was in order.
"How do you think I feel? My head hurts and I want some aspirin. You knocked me out and expect me to be fine when I wake up strapped to a chair?"
He chuckled softly, "It is for your own safety." He moved over to him, his fingers running through his hair gently, his voice soft and soothing as he spoke, "I know it hurts but soon you'll feel much better."
The hand stroking through his hair felt good but he had to remember this was the Alpha, he couldn't let his guard down. In a flash of movement the Alpha buckled his head down to the chair.
"Let me go asshole." He hissed, trying to turn his head.
"Hush, Dean." He rolled the sleeve of his dress shirt up, bearing his wrist, "Soon." He said softly, using a long nail to slit into his wrist.
Dean jerked, fighting as hard as he could, his eyes locked on the crimson blood that welled up to spill over chocolate skin. The hand was back, stroking soothingly through his hair as the wrist slid closer to his mouth. He kept his lips sealed, clenching his teeth together hard. This was not how it was supposed to be, he was supposed to be free from this.
"Easy." He was calm as he slid his hand from Dean's hair to his jaw, digging his fingers into the joint, forcing his jaw open.
Dean let out a sound of anger and frustration. He felt tears in his eyes as the Alpha's wrist pressed to his lips. Blood slid onto his tongue and in that instant he felt a flame ignite in his belly. This was different from last time, so very different. He was so hungry, so very hungry, and the only thing that would quench the burning was the blood spilling into his mouth and down his throat. His throat worked to swallow as his lips sealed over the wound. The moment that happened his jaw was released and the Alpha went back to stroking through his hair. He could hear the rush of blood as it spilled into his mouth.
"There, drink. Everything is going to be fine, my son." The voice soothed the roaring in his head, centered him.
The first time he had been turned he hadn't drank this much, it had been such a small amount. The Alpha gave him so much more. He heard a soft whimper as the flow of blood began to slow and, oh shit, that came from him. He was whining and whimpering for blood, for the Alpha's blood.
"There will be more, Dean. Relax." He pulled his wrist away slowly, still stroking through his hair, "Breathe," he took in a shaky breath, "there. Was all of this trouble worth fighting me for?"
"Fuck you."
His skin hurt, his gums ached. He clenched his eyes shut as the dim light became too much. In that moment he was thankful to be fully strapped down, it prevented him from cracking his head open as his body tried to arch. His hands gripped at the arms of the chair, digging furrows in the wood, and drawing blood. The smell assaulted him, bright and coppery like new pennies. He screamed, a high sound of pain as he thrashed in his bonds. He could feel the Alpha in his head, a constant presence, warm and comforting. No! He couldn't think of it that way, he couldn't let the Alpha in. It already felt like he was drowning in sensation and no one was there to save him. He could feel his teeth grind together as he sought relief from the pain.
"Easy." He stroked through his hair again, "I will ease your pain."
He felt the sharp points of jagged teeth against his throat before they were sinking into his flesh. He screamed again as he felt the Alpha begin to feed. How the hell was this easing his pain? He felt his body growing heavy, his mind felt like it was wrapped in cotton, buffered from the sensory overload. The Alpha pulled back, releasing the straps from his head, watching as it lolled to the side.
"The hell did you do to me?" He cracked open his eyes, looking up at the Alpha.
"You haven't turned, not yet. I brought you to the brink and then pulled you back." He moved to the table, picking up a blood pack and bringing it over. He hooked it onto a metal stand before attaching a long tube, "There are other ways to prevent someone from turning. For instance, having the so called cure in your system will prevent turning. The person will go through all of the signs but it won't take." He wiped the back of his hand with an alcohol swab, "We will have several more of these sessions over the coming weeks until your blood is purified. Don't worry, I won't be feeding you again until it is time for you to turn. I will be draining you however." He slid the needle in easily before attaching the tube and starting the flow of blood, "Rest, I will see you again soon. You need your strength to continue to fight me after all."
"Why did you feed me your blood?" He asked softly, his voice strained from screaming and exhaustion.
"To heal you and open the connection between us." He moved toward the door, "Jonathan will be in later to feed you and replace the blood bag if necessary. I shall see you in the morning." With that he was gone.
His head didn't hurt but his throat did. Every movement he could feel the bite wound shift and stretch sending a jolt of pain through his neck. He rested his head on his arm, the bite revealed, red and angry but not bleeding. How much had he taken? Too much if he was being given blood back. His last thought before falling asleep was that the blood had better be disease free.
-Alpha-
Dean was resting, perhaps not peacefully, but he had taken enough blood that he would need time to recover. He could still taste him on his tongue and aside from the taint of the cure he tasted wonderful. The link between his future child and him was growing stronger and he relaxed with the knowledge that he had what he wanted. He hunter would fight, would struggle, and he doubted he would turn his head for the bite any time soon. Dean needed to break so he could be remade and it would take time, especially with all the trials he had gone through. He had a will of iron but the Alpha had all the time in the world. He felt secure in the knowledge that it was highly unlikely for anyone to be able to kill him. Many had tried, none had succeeded. His capture at the hands of Samuel Campbell and his ilk had been planned. He allowed himself to be caught for the plan to succeed.
He closed his eyes, returning his focus to Dean. He was dreaming about his brother, something pure and simple. He would let him have this dream, let him have hope that maybe he would be found or that he would find a way to escape. Even if he somehow managed to get away, he couldn't take the cure again with any success. The Alpha's blood was inside him now and no cure would work against the potency of his blood. Dean was waking up, slowly, he was still weak from blood loss. Jonathan was replacing the bag with a fresh one, at this rate he would be able to feed again in the morning. The faster he was drained of that poison the sooner he could be brought into the family.
-Dean-
That vampire, Jonathan, made sure he ate something and gave him some water before checking the bite mark on his throat. He poked and prodded at it, making Dean hiss in pain, before declaring that it was healing quickly and how lucky he was to wear the Alpha's mark. Sure, lucky to have his throat bit into, that was high on his list of things to never do again. Only second to becoming a demon and going on a killing spree. He picked at the grooves his fingers had left in the chair, brushing away dried blood and pulling out splinters of wood. He was bored and his legs were going to sleep; he just wanted to get up and move but the straps held him tight, reminded him that he was a prisoner here. Jonathan came back hours later with an empty blood bag and tubing. Without a word, he sterilized the back of his other hand before inserting a needle and attaching the bag.
"What the fuck? What are you doing?"
"Father wants your blood clean, this will make it go faster." He replaced the now empty blood bag with a fresh one, "Just relax, Dean, it will all be over in a few days." He turned and left the room after giving him some juice and a cookie.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed. Jonathan came in throughout the night to switch bags and make sure he had food and water. It felt like forever until the Alpha returned and he was ready to make his displeasure known.
"My legs are asleep, I feel like shit, and I need to use the bathroom. What are you going to do about it?" He growled, looking at the man with disdain.
He smiled genially, "I'm going to take care of you." He gently removed both needles, putting pressure on the wounds for a moment to stop them from bleeding, "But first, I'm going to feed from you."
He shook his head, watching as the Alpha unstrapped his right arm, holding it firmly, "Let go of me." He jerked his arm, twisting it to try to loosen his grasp.
The Alpha seemed unperturbed by his struggles, pulling his arm straight and bringing his wrist to his lips. A cry of denial fell past his lips as sharp teeth slid into his skin. He kept still, knowing that if he tried to jerk away those teeth would tear further into his skin. His lip curled in disgust as he heard the Alpha swallow, taking long drags from his wrist. A soft groan escaped Dean's lips as he felt the beginnings of dizziness take hold, his eyes closing and his head lolling slightly. It was only then that the vampire pulled away, running his tongue over the wounds. Gentle fingers ran through his hair before he felt the strap on his other arm release. He tried to swing, tried to struggle away, but the Alpha batted away his attempts as though they were nothing, giving him an indulgent smile as he undid the rest of the straps.
"You can fight me, Dean, I welcome it." He lifted him easily from the chair, "Let's get you cleaned up."
His struggles were ineffectual as he was carried from the room. The hallway was covered in dark hardwood, the walls a soft cream color, so very different from the concrete room he had been locked in. He was carried around a corner and into a bathroom. The tub was large and he could see jets. It was already filled with water, a wash cloth and soap sat innocuously on the ledge.
"You can put me down now, I can do this myself." Even though he knew what the Alpha was going to say he hoped he was wrong.
He chuckled softly, "You're weak, at this point you might drown yourself. No, I will be helping you." He sat him down on the closed toilet before rolling up his sleeves, "I will allow you to undress yourself, I can at least allow you to retain some dignity." Dean blushed, looking away, "Come now, don't make me wait."
His hands shook as he pulled his shirt off over his head, feeling it catch on his wounds. He let out a hiss of pain as he shifted to undo the button and zipper on his jeans. His boots had already been pulled off so it was easy shuck off his pants. The Alpha looked away while he used the toilet so it wasn't a horrible blow to his pride. Without a word he pulled himself to his feet, leaning against the wall for support. His legs wobbled, numb from being seated for so long, but he moved forward, tying to be silent as he headed for the door.
"Dean, I can hear your heartbeat speeding up." He turned to face him, moving forward and picking him back up, "Did you really think I wouldn't hear you?"
His struggles were ineffectual as he was placed into the water. The heat immediately relaxing his muscles and making him groan lowly. His eyes fluttered closed slightly until he remembered where he was and what was going on. There was no judgement in the Alpha's eyes for the number of scars he had or the anti-possession tattoo on his chest, just acceptance for him as he was and that frightened him. Acceptance meant there was no way he was getting free, it meant that he wouldn't be tossed away. The part of him that craved acceptance and understanding however was another story. It reveled in the attention from the Alpha. Dean snarled, glaring daggers at him as he lathered up the cloth with soap and began to wash him.
"I'm not a child."
The Alpha began to gently wash the dried blood from his hair as he spoke, "When you can behave as something more than a petulant child I will treat you accordingly."
Dean felt humiliated as he applied shampoo before using a cup to rinse it out. Like he couldn't dunk himself, ok, so maybe at the moment he was feeling to weak to do anything but still, he was a grown man, not a baby. As the water rinsed soap down his neck he was forced to bite his lip, lest he scream. The bite wound throbbed as the Alpha shifted his attention to it, gently starting to wash it.
"Fuck! Stop!" He tried to jerk away but the Alpha grabbed him firmly by the back of his neck, effectively scruffing him like a misbehaving puppy.
"Be still." His fingers were careful and gentle as he probed the wound but that didn't stop the scream from escaping Dean's lips, "Hmm, this will need to be cleaned, you're getting an infection."
Dean swung, the pain being too much for him to focus, hitting the Alpha in the shoulder. It didn't faze him, he merely released his neck and went back to his hair, conditioning it. He was paying way more attention to his hair than Dean ever did. He was careful when rinsing to not hit his throat with anything.
"How does your wrist feel?" He picked up his arm, examining the wound.
"How do you think it feels? It has a bunch of puncture wounds in it, I'm surprised I'm not bleeding out."
"The cure in your blood is nearly gone, perhaps two days, three at the most."
"What happens then?" He knew what was going to happen but he had to hear it confirmed so he could freak out properly.
He smiled, petting through his hair again, "Then you return to the family and your wounds will be healed."
The vampire picked up the cloth again, his hands heading below the waist and Dean snapped, "Keep your hands off me!" He did the only thing he could do, he bit the closest thing to him, the Alpha's hand.
What surprised him most was that the Alpha ignored his outburst, perhaps even thought it cute, but he kept washing. His eyes showing amusement as he did his job quickly and with a kind of clinical detachment. He wasn't after sex, which made him sigh in relief, he was behaving like a parent should. Like his father never really did except on rare occasions and even less often once he was old enough to take care of Sam. When he finished he pulled the plug on the tub and turned his gaze to meet Dean's.
"You can let go now. You are soon to be my son, I have no intention of molesting you."
He slowly let up on his hand, looking down to see the indents he had left in his skin. What was he thinking? Biting a vampire, he was lucky he didn't draw blood but then again it was going to be forced on him anyway. He managed to snatch the towel away from the Alpha, drying himself off. He was feeling a little stronger but not much.
"I can dress myself too." He bit out, glaring.
The Alpha stepped back, handing him a pair of soft grey sleep pants, a grey t-shirt, and boxers, "Very well."
He stumbled to his feet, supporting himself on the edge of the tub while he finished drying off. It felt like a long way to the ground as he pulled on the boxes, the Alpha standing there patiently, ready to catch him. He managed to get the pants and shirt on without too much trouble before turning his attention to the Alpha.
"I take it you're going to strap me back down, pump me full of blood while you drain me? What're you doing with the blood anyway?"
"I would be happy to give you other accommodations if I knew you weren't going to attempt escape or remove the needles. For now you will remain in the chair. Now, do I need to carry you or can you walk on your own?"
Slowly he stepped out of the tub before walking to the door, pointedly ignoring the vampire. In a flash he was out the door and running down the hallway. His stomach was rebelling and his head was making it difficult but he was determined to put some distance between them. The Alpha was the fastest thing they had ever faced and he had no illusions about his chances. He stumbled into a large foyer, the door just in reach. As his hand closed around the handle he felt the Alpha's presence bearing down on him. In an instant his body gave in, he fell to his knees, his head bowed, as the Alpha stood over him. He clenched his eyes shut, expecting violence in return for his insubordination, instead he felt a had fall gently on his head.
"Dean, you know better but it's alright, I understand your need to attempt escape. There will be no punishment, I'm not going to hurt you child."
His voice caught in his throat, no punishment? What kind of game was he playing? He slowly turned his gaze up, blinking at him in surprise. They stayed frozen in that position for a moment before Dean jerked away. He couldn't find the energy to get back up but that didn't see, to bother the Alpha. He gently picked Dean up, cradling him in his arms, before heading back to that room. The human was carefully placed back in the chair, his wrist straps put into place fist before his ankles and waist. He felt too drained to fight, that burst of energy had been his last reserves. He didn't even struggle when the needles were returned to his hands. The Alpha went over to the table, picking up some ointment and a bandage. He was careful as he applied it to the wound in his throat, making sure it was clean and medicated before covering it.
"Get some rest, my son." The Alpha stroked through his hair once before leaving.
"Cas, I don't know if you're listening but I'm freaked out." He closed his eyes, tipping his head down, "I don't know where I am but the Alpha has me. He's going to turn me and there isn't anything I can do about it. Two days, I've got at least two days, three at the most. The cure, make Sam take some. If it's in your system you can't be turned. I'm sorry, I don't know how much more I can take. Help Sammy, don't let him do anything stupid." He swallowed hard, tipping his head back a bit and opening his eyes, "Screw this, I'm Dean Winchester, I'm not going to let some monster win." He looked around the room, finally taking it in fully.
There were two tables, one had food on it, the other was lined with surgical instruments as well as what looked like a tattoo gun. He shuddered at the implication, having a feeling that it was going to be used on him. The floor was bare, cold against his feet. There were no windows and only the one door, a florescent light buzzed softly overhead. He needed a weapon, something sharp. He looked down at the cuffs, there was always the option of breaking his hand to be able to pull it from the cuff, but that was a last resort. He tried shifting his weight, seeing if the chair was movable or not. It wasn't bolted down but the damn thing was heavy, he wasn't sure if he would be able to knock it over or break it. So far breaking his thumb seemed like the only surefire way. He looked down at his hands, there was another problem. If he broke his thumb and if he pulled it through that needle would get caught and tear his hand open. His head thumped back against the chair, this was neigh on impossible. Jonathan came in a little while later, fresh food and a glass of juice in hand.
"Hey, Jonny boy. What'd you bring me this time?" He tipped his head toward him as he spoke. At least he had enough energy to be snarky, "Orange juice? I want some of those cookies you had last time."
"You need other things besides sugar." There was cheese and sausage on crackers on the plate he brought over, "How are you feeling?"
"Drained, dizzy, all the fun stuff." He took the offered snack, chewing thoughtfully, "I'll give you this, you guys have good taste in food."
He gave him another one before removing the needle on the draining side, "That should help with the dizziness."
Inwardly, Dean was crowing in triumph, on the outside he continued to eat his food and drink his juice. He had an out, now to figure out the right time to use it. Jonathan left when he had finished his meal, the food giving him some strength back and not being drained anymore helped too. His eyes slid closed as he focused, finding the place in his mind where the Alpha had sunk his claws into. He wasn't close, now was the perfect time. He looked down at his hand and wiggled his thumb, this was really going to hurt.
"Dean." That was in his head. He felt his eyes roll back before falling unconscious. When he opened his eyes he was standing in a well appointed office and the Alpha was seated behind a polished mahogany desk, "I know what you're thinking. I know how your mind works, so you will remain unconscious until I am finished and able to deal with you." He paused for a moment, looking him over, "Perhaps you are in need of a change of scenery."
"What I'm in need of is to be let go." He let out a humorless laugh, "My brother's going to find us and when he does I will let him cut my head off if I've been turned."
He shook his head, "Dean, that will never happen and not just because he won't find us. No, when you turn you'll understand and you will fight for survival."
The Alpha sounded so sure of himself and it made Dean's blood run cold, "I guess we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"
"I suppose we shall."
With those words he found himself back in darkness. It felt like an eternity before he opened his eyes again. This time he was back in his cell, the Alpha standing over him. At some point the other needle had been returned, at least he didn't feel dizzy anymore.
"Come for a midnight snack? I hate to tell you but I'm all tapped out, maybe you should try again tomorrow."
He smiled, that damn patient, understanding, smile, "I believe it's time for a change of scenery." It was then that Dean noticed the gurney behind him along with two additional vampires, "Feel free to fight."
The Alpha removed the needles before moving to the door and allowing Jonathan and the other vamp to come close. One of them started freeing his legs while the other went for his wrists. The moment they loosened he kicked Jonathan in the head and punched the other, dazing them long enough for him to get the waist strap undone. He was out the door in a flash, bolting past the Alpha. He made it to the foyer before hearing the pound of footsteps after him. The door was unlocked as he shouldered into it, turning the handle at the same time. It was dark outside, the moon was full and round above him. He glanced back over his shoulder, Jonathan and the other vamp were just coming around the corner into the foyer. There was no way to know where he was but anywhere was better than here. He jumped down the steps, skipping them entirely, before running down the gravel driveway. There were large trees lining the drive, a forest expanding outward, maybe he could lose them in there. Branches stung his skin and pulled at him but he didn't stop until he was well within the tree line. He sat down on a fallen log to catch his breath. It was much darker in here, he could hardly make out shapes, but it gave him a moment to think. The Alpha had let him go. He froze, he had run right past him and he hadn't stopped him, why? The crack of branches startled him out of his thoughts, it was time to run again. He could feel the Alpha and something in his mind yearned to give in, to wait for him to come; well fuck that, he wasn't going to give in. A hand closed on his neck, pressing against the wound and holding him firmly in place. A grunt of pain escaped his lips as his body want limp under the Alpha's touch.
"Easy child." He moved close, pressing against him from behind, "Did you have a nice run?" He paused, looking him over, "Come, it's time to get cleaned up and changed. You're bleeding and dirty."
He was bleeding? It didn't feel like he was wounded, "You let me go on purpose." He said softly as he was picked up.
"I did." Came the reply as the Alpha began to walk.
"Why?" He felt drained from being in such close proximity, the need to obey was strong.
"To allow you to stretch your legs, to make you feel better by giving you something to fight." He ducked beneath a branch, "You were restless, so I allowed a little excursion before being moved to your new room."
He fell silent, letting himself be carried back to the house. He was tired of this and wanted nothing more than for it to end. Once they were back inside he was taken to the bathroom, his clothes were stripped and he was given a quick washing with a soft cloth. Fresh clothes, blue this time, were provided and he dressed himself without a word. He hadn't necessarily given up, if he saw a chance he would take it, but for the moment he was going to bide his time. The Alpha didn't allow him to walk, carried him to a different room. This one had an actual bed in it, but the gurney was there as well, complete with straps. Knowing what came next and actually experiencing it were two different things. He had to fight himself not to struggle as he was strapped down; his left arm was left free.
"Perhaps you will be free of that poison today." He kissed his wrist softly before sinking his fangs in. Dean hissed, his eyes locked on the vampire as he fed. He pulled back sooner than usual, licking his lips with a smile, "It's time." He stroked his head gently, "But I'm willing to wait until tomorrow if you desire."
Dean glared up at him, "How about never, does never work for you because it works for me."
A soft chuckle escaped the Alpha's lips, "Dean, Dean, my mouthy son."
"I thought I had a few days."
The smile was dark and full of promise, "Oh, Dean, you were asleep for two days."
He jerked, pulling his arm away and attempting to punch him. He wasn't able to get much force behind it but it was the principle of the thing, "You son of a bitch! What gave you the right? What gives you the right to do this to me?"
Gentle hands grasped his arm, strapping it into place, "You are mine. The moment Boris' blood touched your tongue, slid down your throat, you were mine." He wrapped a hand around his throat, pinning him down, "I protect what is mine, I defend what is mine, and if one of my children becomes wayward I am happy to welcome them home again. You resisted, you never transitioned from human to vampire, but I know you. I know what you need, I know what you've been missing in your life." He leaned over him, "I will see to it that you are taken care of. Make no mistake, Dean, you are mine, my son, my child." His voice was low and sure, filled with conviction, "Take a deep breath Dean, you're about to jump off the deep end." He pulled back, slitting his wrist.
"No!" Dean jerked, tossing his head to the side, eyes wide as the wrist came closer.
The Alpha was patient as blood welled up over his skin, sliding down to drip onto Dean's cheek, "You're making this more difficult than it has to be."
Green eyes glared daggers as his chin was gripped firmly and the wrist slid closer, dripping blood on his lips. He snorted out a breath through his nose, keeping his mouth closed. The Alpha sighed, digging his fingers in, forcing his jaw open. Blood slid into his mouth, down his throat. The moment it touched his tongue he latched on, swallowing thickly. Why? His mind struggled against his body as his throat worked to drink down as much as he could. He felt the Alpha's hand on his head, petting soothingly as he whispered encouragements into his ear. The wrist was pulled away far too soon but he continued to soothe him.
"You know how it feels, relax, food will be here when you need it."
He shook his head, "No." He groaned softly, "Fuck no, y-you can't have me." A grunt escaped his lips as he began to shake. The lights were dim but it was too bright, the binds on his wrists too tight, the only calming thing was that voice. His fingers gripped at the bedding, "No, no."
"Deep breath, nice and easy. There, isn't that better?" Obey, obey, that voice spoke to the vampire slowly emerging. He had to fight, he couldn't give in, "You're hungry, I can feel it burning through your veins. I can ease that fire, all you have to do is ask."
"No, please." He whimpered, "Stop, please."
The Alpha stepped away, coming back with a blood bag, "Shhh." The bag came closer and Dean wanted it. He clenched his eyes shut, panting through his mouth, jagged fangs had descended from his gums, cutting into his lip, "One drop, that's all it takes to make the pain stop." He spoke soothingly into his ear, "Open wide."
He adjusted the bag, starting the flow of blood through a small tube. Dean knew better, he knew what that one drop would do to him, but his body's needs overrode his common sense. The one drop of human blood splashed against his tongue and he was undone. A soft whine escaped his throat, wanting more. He could feel the Alpha like a pulse in his mind, getting stronger with every drop of blood he consumed. Green eyes filled with hunger looked up at the Alpha and in that moment he knew that he had lost.
"Father." His voice was rough as the empty bag was taken away.
"Yes, my son." Gentle fingers wiped away the tears that had slipped down his cheeks. When had he been crying? The Alpha smiled down at him, "Rest, you need your sleep after the transition." Dean closed his eyes, "Good boy." He moved toward the door, "I'll see you in the evening."
-Alpha-
He felt his new child like a warm pulse in his mind. He would be full of rebellious energy when he woke up but he had already succumb, had already completed his transition from the messy human he once was to the powerful being he now was. There would be a struggle, he knew that, and he was looking forward to it. Breaking down the great hunter Dean Winchester would be a challenge, one that no one else would ever get the pleasure of doing. What a wonderful vampire he would make and when he was done not even Sam Winchester would be able to take him away. That was one reunion he was looking forward to seeing because Sam would come one day but he would be sorely disappointed by what he found. Dean's loyalty would belong to him and only him, it was only a matter of time.
-Dean-
He woke slowly, his eyes fluttering against his cheeks. He felt different, stronger. The memories of the previous night were muddled and fuzzy. It was slowly coming back, the taste of the Alpha's blood, and the flavor of human blood as it slid over his tongue and down his throat. His eyes snapped open fully as panic bubbled up in his throat. He drank, he had human blood, there was no cure for him, the Alpha had turned him. The cuffs rattled as he tried to rub his eyes. This was all kinds of messed up, Sammy was going to have to kill him. He needed to find a hunter as soon as possible, before he hurt someone. There was a low burn in his gut, he could feel it crawling up to wrap around his mind. Hunger. He knew what it was, growing up he had gone hungry a few times, but this was worse. He closed his eyes, taking a slow breath, he could hear people moving around, other vampires, the Alpha, and two humans. He heard two different heartbeats, thumping away, pumping blood, hot life through their bodies. That's what he wanted. His fangs itched to drop down, wanting to sink into flesh, to get to that blood. His father was coming down the hall.
"Shit, he's in my head, not my father asshole."
The door slid open and the Alpha stepped in, his gaze locking on Dean as he smiled, "Good evening, child. How are you feeling?"
He tugged at the cuffs, "Hungry, pissed off, how do you think I'm feeling?"
"Would you like something to eat?" A blood bag was in hand.
"I figured you'd be trying to get me to kill people already." His eyes flicked to the blood bag.
"Parish the thought, we can't just go around killing our food, drawing attention to our existence. How do you think it is that I have survived for so long? Survival is ingrained in our very beings, human and vampire alike. We do what we must to continue living."
"Seems like some of your children didn't get the memo."
The blood bag was brought close, "There are many who have been foolish. Since the mess with the Leviathans I have taken it upon myself to better educate my children." He brought the tube to Dean's lips, "We can continue our verbal sparring after you've eaten."
He grudgingly allowed his lips to part and the Alpha started the flow of blood. A soft moan escaped his lips as he began to drink, his eyes drifting closed. It warmed him, filled him up better than any food ever had. Pie, he wouldn't be able to eat pie anymore, or burgers, but this was better than anything he had ever eaten. Why had he resisted? The flow of blood stopped and he opened his eyes, gazing up at his father.
"Why is it that whenever you're here I don't want to go find a hunter to cut my head off?" There was no heat in his words, just weary acceptance.
"Your true nature is brought to the forefront by my presence. You will grow accustomed to being a vampire." He removed the cuffs from his wrists, "You can have a little freedom tonight. I would like to show you your new home."
He rubbed his wrists slowly, feeling full and sated for the moment, "So, what's the deal?" He eyed him wearily as his ankle cuffs were undone.
"What do you mean?"
"Going to let me loose when you're around and chain me back up when you're not?" He got to his feet, no soreness, no numbness, he felt strong.
"At this moment you cannot be trusted, so yes, that is the plan." He lead the way out of the room.
"You mean I'm not house broke yet. Who's to say I won't get loose and head to the kitchen? You've got to have some big knives in there and trust me, I can swing whatever you've got. Maybe I'll be able to take out some of your kids before you catch me or those two humans you've got here. I could set them free."
He laughed, "Oh, Dean, you are a delight. I should have come to collect you earlier."
When they got to the kitchen Dean was proud to note that he was right, there were some nice big blades in there. Maybe he should have come here first instead of heading for the door. He frowned, not that it would have made a difference, the Alpha was faster and stronger than he was.
"My study."
The room wasn't far from his own, he should have known that father would want to keep him close. There was that word again, father, "Do you tie up all your new recruits down the hall from your office?" He ran his fingers over the spine of a thick leather tome.
"No, just you. After all, you're a special case."
"Yeah, great, I just love all the 'special' attention I've been getting lately, really brightens my day." He let out a snort of derision as he followed the Alpha out of the study and to the back door.
"You are special, Dean. I would not have gone to all the trouble if you weren't. You are exceptional." He turned around at the door, laying his hands on a startled Dean's shoulders.
Those words tightened something low in his gut, "I'm just a hunter who wants some peace and quiet for once and who doesn't want to be a vampire."
Dean found himself being guided outside. The breeze felt good on his skin as he looked out over a decent sized cleared area surrounded by trees. There was a small pond with a bench and flowers had been planted. He'd never really been one for flowers but it was pretty. Hunger was swelling in his gut again. He closed his eyes, trying to will it to go away, he didn't need blood, he was fine. That was a lie, he needed it, wanted to feel it on his tongue. A soft sound escaped his lips, he was hungry and it didn't feel like that long since he fed last.
"Dean? You're hungry, aren't you?" The voice was soft, strong arms gathered him close, guided his lips to the soft skin of his throat, "It's alright, go ahead."
He wasn't exactly sure what the 'go ahead' meant but he could practically smell the blood beneath his skin. Sharp teeth slid down before he sank his teeth in, wrapping his arms around the Alpha to try to bring him closer, as if he could squeeze every last drop from him. Gentle hands ran through his hair and down his back in a soothing motion, soft words of encouragement were whispered into his ear as he pulled mouthful after mouthful into himself. It cooled the fire burning group him, each swallow killed just a little bit more of his hunger and he could feel his resistance ebbing as his hunger receded. This was what he was made for, to feed, to live, to be strong. He pulled back with a jerk, stumbling back a few steps before catching himself. His hand was shaking as he wiped his mouth, blood stood out stark and bright against his skin. He stared at it like it was the root of all his problems.
"Is there a problem, child? You must feed more often in the beginning, it's nothing to worry about. What you're experiencing is completely normal."
Dean shook his head, "Nothing about this is normal. Drinking blood is not something people do."
The Alpha chuckled softly, "Hunting is not something normal people do either. Drinking blood on the other hand is quite normal for vampires, which you are now. It would be abnormal if you didn't feed."
He bared his fangs, "I am not okay with this, dad." He sneered.
Why was he looking at him like that? So patient, so understanding. Dean was being a brat and he knew it so why wasn't he Alpha getting upset? Why wasn't he being punished? Could nothing he do get a rise out the bastard that did this to him? The Alpha stepped forward, cupping his face gently in his hands and tipping his head up.
"Dean, I am nothing like John Winchester. I do not expect you to be daddy's little soldier. Let me take care of you, let this be the start of a new life, a better life."
He felt tears in his eyes. He wasn't some weepy sap, he never cried. Ok, so there were a few times when he maybe shed a tear or two, but this was the second time in two days. It had to be some kind of record. The Alpha shifted his hold, pulling him against his chest as he began to cry. Dean's fingers closed on his shirt, gripping tight as he sobbed into his chest. Gentle touches were his undoing, his back stroked and rubbed as he cried, great hiccing sobs escaping his lips. He finally quieted his head tucked under the Alpha's chin. Sometime during his cry fest they had moved to a nearby bench. They said nothing, there was nothing that needed to be said. He had been a broken man in life and he was now a broken vampire.
-Alpha-
Dean didn't know what he needed, didn't know what was missing, but the Alpha knew. The ex-hunter hadn't had a normal life, his father was bent on revenge, and Dean was forced to grow up too soon. He needed to be taken care of, needed to let go so someone else could take control. He ran fingers through his hair, holding him against his chest, he would be the one to take care of him, to mould him. He could feel Dean's breath, his chest rising and falling as he slowly calmed. Perhaps he could give him a little more freedom, stretch his wings, before they were clipped. He would make sure that he was available and keeping an eye on his new son.
"Dean." He spoke softly, "It's getting close to sunrise, we need to get you to bed." Dean shook his head, "I don't have to strap you down, now do I? You can stay in your room and rest, can't you?" Dean nodded, "Good, I will let you rest. The bed is made up for you." He guided him to his feet, leading him back to his room, "Rest, I will see you this evening."
He left him, closing the door before going to his study. Dean was coming along well but it would take more time. One did not break over night. He closed his eyes for a moment to check on him, Dean was dreaming but he didn't intrude. Unless he woke up screaming he could have his dreams because he knew when his child awakened he would belong to him.