Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Controlling a Hunter ❯ Chapter 2

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Thanks to those who helped me with my fic search I had in ch3 of Mutated Hunter, it has been found.

 

Chapter 2

 

Sam dodged the clumsy tackle and lashed out with a leg, tripping his opponent. He quickly pinned it and ended the fight with a quick blow from his machete. Something was very wrong; all the vampires they had faced were young, barely turned. Where were the older vampires?

 

“Red really is your colour Sam.” A male voice purred and Sam turned quickly, blade raised. Before him was a vampire far older than the one he had just killed. Sam swallowed hard as he stared at the vampire who knew his name. He was gorgeous! No, he would not think that about one of the things he was there to kill. The vampire smirked, as if it knew what he was thinking and then it was gone. Sam went to turn only to find cold arms holding him still. He tried to fight as he felt surprisingly warm breath on his neck but it was useless, the vampire was a lot stronger than him.

“Shh Sam. Not after your blood tonight.” That was not very comforting. Sam gasped as his hand was squeezed until he let the machete fall to the floor.

 

“What do you want?” He asked, trying to hide his fear. A cold nose nuzzled into his throat and Sam couldn't hold back the soft whimper.

 

“You.” As he answered the vampire turned Sam around and then claimed his lips in a brutal kiss. Sam fought against it briefly and then found himself submitting to the tongue that was coaxing his own to move. He relaxed and the hold on his body gentled in response.

 

Dean felt a flash of triumph as Sam relaxed into his hold, tentatively returning his kiss. And he wasn't even making Sam respond to him. He finally pulled back knowing Sam needed air and stared up into confused hazel eyes. Sam was gasping for air, his body trembling and Dean was shocked to feel a surge of protectiveness. He reached up and gently cupped Sam's cheek in one hand.

 

“Who are you?” Sam whispered, still unable to catch his breath.

 

“Dean.” He suddenly tensed, looking around before kissing Sam again.

“I'll see you again Sam.” With that Sam was alone. He staggered over to the wall and slid down to sit on the floor, head spinning.

 

“Sam!” He looked up at Bobby's worried shout and then the older hunter was at his side, hands searching for injuries.

“Sam? Answer me kiddo.”

 

“I'm okay. Hit my head.” He told Bobby since he knew he was acting a bit spacey. For some reason he didn't want to tell Bobby about Dean. Bobby gently wrapped an arm around his waist and helped Sam up.

 

“None of this yours?” Bobby asked tightly and Sam shook his head, the blood was all from the vampires he'd killed.

 

“Tired Bobby.” Sam whispered and felt Bobby tighten his grip in response.

 

“It's okay; you can sleep once we get back to the motel.” Bobby soothed and Sam nodded vaguely.

 

Dean watched from the shadows as the hunter helped Sam out of the warehouse and felt a flash of gratitude towards the mortal. Seeing him so gentle with Sam made him almost want to spare the man his fate but that was not his place. Nickolas had made his intentions clear and there was nothing Dean could do, even if he wanted to.

 

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It had been nearly two months and they were still trying to get rid of the same nest. Every time they attacked they were met by newly turned vampires with their elders nowhere to be found. Sometimes Dean was there and sometimes he wasn't. Each time they met made Sam's heart race and not in fear, he hated to admit it but he was attracted to the very thing he hunted. Dean was...powerful and cruel and yet tender as well and it was all very confusing. The vampire always vanished before Bobby or Gordon showed up so they didn't know that Sam was letting a vampire kiss him, not that there was much he could do once Dean grabbed him. He knew Dean was playing some sort of game and he feared the consequences and yet yearned to see the creature again.

 

Dean watched Sam as the hunter sat outside his motel room. He'd taken to watching the young man more and more often. It was like he was addicted to the mortal but that was ridiculous, wasn't it?

 

“Sam.” He whispered and Sam jolted, looking around wildly. Dean moved and Sam's eyes locked onto the shadows where he was hidden. He waited to see what Sam would do and smiled when, instead of raising an alarm, Sam slowly stood and approached. It was...nice that he didn't have to make Sam come to him. He watched as Sam hesitated on the edge of the shadows before stepping into them and coming to a stop in front of him. He could see Sam's Adams apple bob as he swallowed nervously and he smiled at Sam. He held out his hand and Sam stepped back slightly.

 

“What are you doing here?” Sam nervously questioned and Dean smiled wider.

 

“Wanted to see you, is that a crime?” Dean asked playfully and Sam shrugged. Dean reached out slowly so as not to spook Sam into running and lay his hand against Sam's face.

“Why can't I stay away from you?” Dean whispered and Sam's eyes widened, he hadn't meant for Sam to hear him but obviously he had really good hearing for a mortal.

 

“What's happening?” Sam whispered back, his mouth suddenly dry. Dean moved closer and pulled Sam into his arms, inhaling his scent as he nosed his neck, trying to stay away from the vein there but unable to. He swallowed and then gently placed his mouth over the now racing pulse. Sam whimpered, scent heavy with fear and, surprisingly, need. Dean licked gently and Sam's knees buckled. Dean cradled him as they dropped to the ground. He ever so gently broke the skin with his fangs, just enough to bring a small amount of blood to the surface. He lapped it up and it hit him. Dean gasped and clutched Sam to him as he licked at the wound. Now he knew what was going on it and it both scared and excited him.

“Dean.” Sam sighed, head falling to rest against Dean's shoulder, fear gone thanks to the affects of Dean's saliva hitting his bloodstream. Dean gave the wound one last lick to seal it and then sat back, cradling Sam's face in his hands as he stared at him in awe.

 

“Mine, my mate Sam.” Dean breathed and Sam smiled dazedly. Dean swallowed his fear, no one knew and as long as he kept it like that they would be safe. No matter what Nickolas could not find out. There were no mated pairs among his nest for a reason and Dean would not let anything happen to Sam now. He growled lowly as he remembered Meg's bragging after her time with Sam, angry now that she had touched what was his. Sam whimpered at the growl and Dean soothed him softly. He waited as Sam slowly blinked, the effects of the saliva wearing off. He held Sam close so that he couldn't struggle and ran a hand through soft brown hair.

“I didn't take much, barley a sip. It won't do anything to you.” He assured the now tense mortal in his arms. He held him until he felt Sam slowly begin to relax again. He pulled back enough that they could see each other.

 

“Why?” Sam asked, his eyes wide with fear.

 

“Sorry, I didn't come here to do that. I just wanted to see you away from a fight. Walk away from this, please.” Dean knew Sam wouldn't agree but he had to try. As he expected Sam shook his head.

 

“I can't. You're hurting people.” Sam told him firmly and Dean gave him a small smile.

 

“Figured you'd say that. I can only protect you so far. I....I'm not in charge and I can't countermand his orders. If I could I would to protect you.” Dean told him sincerely and Sam eyes widened this time in shock.

 

“Why? Why me?” Sam sputtered and Dean laughed softly.

 

“Looked in a mirror recently? Started out as orders but now...you're mine Sam. I can't...just don't die.” Dean pulled him into a soft kiss and then the vampire was gone again. Sam used a nearby wall to steady himself as he got to his feet. He raised a hand to his neck but there was nothing there to show what had happened for which he was grateful. Going back in with a wound on his neck would not look good.

 

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Dean stared at his phone for a while before finally working up the courage to call. It had been years since they'd spoken, would he even answer?

 

“Hello Dean.” A gentle voice greeted him and Dean swallowed.

 

“Jim, Sire, I...” Dean trailed off and Jim waited silently for him to work out what he wanted to say.

“I'm sorry.” Dean finally said and Jim smiled softly.

 

“It's alright Dean. Now what is on your mind?”

 

“I've found him, I found my mate.” Dean whispered and then smiled as Jim shouted in joy.

 

“Who is he? One of us or human? Does he know?” Dean laughed as his Sire babbled happily.

 

“He's a hunter and he knows what I am. He's still scared of me and I can't blame him but he's warming up to me. It's just...Nickolas. He's the whole reason we met, he wanted me to bring him a hunter to use against the group out here. I didn't know Sam would be mine. I did what Nick ordered me to, made Sam into a spy without Sam knowing about it. And there are no mated pairs here, if Nickolas finds out...” Dean trailed off in fear and he heard Jim sigh.

 

“Come home Dean and bring Sam with you. Bring his group if you think it's safe but get out of there. You cannot stand against Nickolas alone.”

 

“I know. I should never have gone to him, I'm sorry.”

 

“It doesn't matter anymore. I'll have your rooms aired out and prepared. Come home soon.”

 

“I will.”

 

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Sam felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up and wandered away from Bobby, eyes searching the shadows for a familiar form. He still didn't know what he thought or felt about Dean but he was beginning to believe the vampire wasn't going to hurt him. Dean materialised in front of him and Sam was proud that he didn't jump. Dean was agitated and that put him on guard.

 

“Dean?” He whispered and Dean smiled at him.

 

“Come with me Sam.” Dean said and Sam froze. What?

 

“Where?”

 

“Away from here, please. Things are going on....I can't tell you and I can't watch you die. Please come with me.”

 

“I don't understand.”

 

“Nickolas he....I'm sorry Sam I shouldn't have done it. But he's my Master and I had to obey.” Dean moved closer and gently pulled Sam into his arms, inhaling his scent.

“Can't lose you.” Dean whispered and Sam found himself returning the embrace.

 

“I can't abandon Bobby.” Sam told him sadly and Dean nodded.

 

“We can kidnap him away. What about Gordon?”

 

“He's a good hunter yeah but...”

 

“He can stay then. I promise we'll be safe and I won't let anyone hurt you or Bobby.” Dean promised, soothing Sam's hair down.

 

“I...I must be crazy.” Sam muttered, burying his head in Dean's neck, ignoring the coldness of Dean's skin.

 

“That a yes?” Dean asked hopefully and smiled as he felt Sam nod.

“We need to move quickly. Where are the others?”

 

“Bobby stayed behind to do some research and Gordon's meant to be scouting. I was going to get some dinner.”

 

“You'll have to convince Bobby to come with you, I can't get inside your rooms and I don't think he'll come if he sees me.”

 

“What if he won't?”

 

“Get him outside and I'll handle it. I won't hurt him, I know he's important to you.” Dean urged, Sam could feel his nervousness and knew they had to go now. He nodded and headed back to the motel at a flat out run, he could feel Dean nearby, just out of sight. How the hell was he meant to get Bobby to leave? He hadn't thought of anything when he ran through the door, bring Bobby to his feet in alarm.

 

“Sam?”

 

“Pack now. Have to go.” Sam babbled as he began throwing his things into his duffle. Bobby grabbed his arm and swung him around to face him.

 

“Sam calm down, you're not making any sense son.” Bobby tried to sooth and Sam took a deep breath.

 

“We have to go now Bobby, please just trust me.” Sam begged and Bobby stared at him.

“Please.” Staring into fearful hazel all Bobby could do was nod. He'd practically helped raise the kid, if Sam was that scared then he needed to listen.

 

“Gordon?”

 

“I left a message saying clear out.” Sam lied but Bobby didn't notice as he packed his own things. They got into Bobby's truck and he started driving, heading for the highway.

 

“Any idea where to go?” Bobby asked and Sam was about to say no when he saw a black Impala pass them and got a look at the driver, it was Dean. He took the north turn so that's what Sam told Bobby to take. Sam sighed and curled up in his seat, eyes locked on the Impala. He should tell Bobby everything and make a run for his place and yet...a part of him screamed to trust Dean, that Dean wouldn't let anything hurt them and he couldn't ignore that part so he stayed silent.

 

TBC...