Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Controlling a Hunter ❯ Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

 

 

Dean gripped the wheel of the Impala tightly as he cruised around town. Sam and his friend were in the motel not far away but Dean needed to hunt. His hunger was threatening to overwhelm him and he was fighting the urge to go back to Sam and take what he wanted. He'd spent so long just going with his instincts, doing whatever he wanted that it was almost impossible to fight it. He snarled softly as he pulled in outside an open bar. He knew Jim was disappointed in him, for leaving, for following Nickolas and his Sire was right. He'd been so young and stupid, wanting to get out and explore the world. It would take years to relearn the sort of control he'd once had, it could even be impossible. But he didn't want to hurt Sam or his friend because that would hurt Sam.

 

Dean got out of his car and headed into the bar to hunt. He'd managed to pull back from Sam after only a mouthful so hopefully that meant he could hunt and not kill. If he kept killing he'd drive Sam away and he didn't want that to happen. He slipped inside and quickly found a young woman alone so he flirted until she followed him outside and then he easily pinned her, fighting the urge to drain her with everything he had. He pulled back and licked the blood from his lips, smiling when he realised she was still alive. He'd done it!

 

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Dean quietly slipped into the dark room, smiling since there were no wards up to keep out vampires. He slipped out of his shoes and jacket and then sat on the edge of the occupied bed. He reached out and ran his fingers through Sam's hair, waking him unintentionally. Seeing Sam go for a weapon he grabbed his wrist.

 

“Easy Sam, it's just me.” He soothed and Sam opened his eyes, rolling over to look up at him.

 

“Dean?” Sam sat up and Dean flicked the lamp on so Sam could see him.

 

“Thanks for leaving out the vampire wards.” Dean told him with a small smile and Sam shrugged.

 

“I figure they haven't stopped you from cornering me yet so why bother. Dean I...what's going on? Please you've got to give me something. Bobby's asking questions and I don't know what to tell him.” Sam pleaded and Dean looked away. If he told Sam the truth, told him everything would Sam try to run from him? Hate him for what he'd done? He had after all had Sam raped. He may not have done it himself but he'd left Sam with Meg after making sure he'd obey her. Could Sam ever forgive him for that?

“Dean please.”

 

“I...What do you know about vampires? I need to know how much you know so I don't have to retell you stuff.” Dean offered and Sam nodded slowly, leaning back against his pillows to get comfortable.

“Hey, where is Bobby, right?”

 

“Yeah, he got the room next door so we need to keep it down.” Sam told him and Dean nodded, moving further onto the bed to sit crossed legged in front of Sam, reaching out to take Sam's hand, smiling when Sam let him.

“Okay. Well, vampires drink blood, obviously. Live in nests with one of the older ones in command. Um, just being bitten won't turn you, there has to be an exchange of blood. Pretty much immortal, vulnerable to dead man's blood, beheading and strong sunlight. They don't turn to ash in the sun but it does burn so they tend to be nocturnal. Super fast and strong and some have extra powers.” Sam quoted from memory and Dean smiled. His mate was a smart one, maybe he could get Sam into a college somewhere, get him away from hunting. But now he had to explain everything you usually only learnt after being turned.

 

“That's good for the basics Sam but it's a lot more complicated than that.”

 

“I always thought it was but I couldn't find anything to back it up and it's not like I could just ask in the middle of a hunt.” Sam leaned forward, eager to learn more and Dean chuckled.

 

“Yeah, that'd go over real well. Okay so vampire society 101. First of the person who turns you is your Sire and you pretty much have to obey them for the first few years. It helps keep the newbie's from making too much of a mess and getting unwanted attention. The vampire in charge of a nest is the Master and all members of the nest have to obey them. The older you are the more respect you get in the nest's hierarchy. Once out from your Sire's control you don't have to stay with them, you can go to another nest or even solo though that's pretty risky. Extra abilities usually run to mental powers though occasionally something else pops up.” Dean finished and looked down, waiting for Sam to work things out.

 

“Dean how did your nest...it was like they knew we were coming every time. How did you know my name?” Sam shifted nervously but Dean kept a hold of his hand, running his fingers over the smooth warm skin marred by the occasional small scar.

 

“Remember the night you went to the bar alone?” Dean asked and Sam blushed.

 

“Sam I'm so sorry. But I had my orders and you were just another hunter than, an enemy.” Dean apologised and Sam paled.

 

“What happened? I...I got drunk, slept with a girl....” Sam's eyes were wide and Dean could smell his growing fear.

 

“You weren't bitten or hurt Sam. But...I um, I can control people and my orders were to bring a hunter in. You were just the first one I found out alone. I took you back to the nest, went through your memories to tell my Master what he wanted to know and then...” Dean trailed off and Sam sat there, staring at him with wide, fearful eyes.

 

“What did you do to me?” Sam whispered and Dean looked down at their hands. Sam's was still in his grip and he could feel the pulse racing through it.

 

“You...you were how we knew what you were planning. Every time something was planned you would call me as soon as you were alone and tell me everything. I made it so you wouldn't even know you were doing it. I...I took you to that motel with another vampire, she's the one you remember being with that night. Had to replace your memories of what had really happened. I wasn't meant to approach you that night in the warehouse but I couldn't stay away. They all had orders not to hurt you too badly since you were our information source but there was another young one there, when you killed the other one and it was going in for a killing blow. I killed him and you know the rest. Then I took your blood that night and I realised why I couldn't stay away, why I wanted to protect you despite my orders. Every vampire has a mate out there somewhere; as soon as I tasted your blood I knew you were mine. I called my Sire; he offered protection for Nickolas, the nest's Master. For all of us even Bobby.” Dean fell silent, refusing to look at Sam.

 

“You...you...” Sam sputtered in shock, anger and fear.

 

“Sam please. I'm sorry and I know nothing I do can make it right but I'm trying. I got you and Bobby out of there as soon as I found out...”

 

“Found out what?” Sam asked softly.

 

“That Nickolas' order were changing. You were all to be captured. You and Bobby turned and then Gordon was to be your first meal. I couldn't let that happen so I called my Sire. Jim is a good person, despite being over three hundred years old. He'll make sure Nickolas can't get any us. I...if I'd never joined Nickolas' nest then this wouldn't have happened. He revels in what we are, enforces no real limits on the nest. And I went along with it, enjoyed it even despite everything I'd been taught. It's hard but I'm trying Sam, I'm trying to go back to who I used to be. I know what I did to you is unforgiveable but please, just give me a chance. I want to change.” Dean knew he was begging, pleading with Sam and he hated it but if Sam ran he didn't know what he'd do.

 

“Can you...is what you did to me still there?” Sam asked tightly and Dean nodded.

“Can you undo it? Let me remember the truth?” he continued and Dean shrugged.

 

“I can try but...it would mean going into your mind again Sam. Are you willing to let me do that?” Dean whispered and Sam frowned. He turned his wrist in Dean's grip, moving his fingers to map out Dean's hand the way Dean had done his earlier. His hand was warm.

 

“You hunted?” Sam breathed and Dean nodded.

 

“She's fine, a bit woozy from blood loss but I managed to stop. I didn't kill her.” Dean told him, smiling slightly. Sam swallowed hard, fidgeting slightly before looking up at Dean.

 

“Do it.” Sam said shakily and Dean nodded, moving closer and reaching up with his free hand to cradle Sam's face.

 

“It won't hurt Sam but I don't know if it'll work.” He warned and Sam nodded shutting his eyes and Dean huffed out a laugh.

“Need to see those beautiful hazel eyes Sammy.” He whispered and Sam's eyes shot open in surprise. That was all he needed and Sam slumped deeper into the pillows, eyes going blank. He reached as gently as he could into Sam's mind, looking for everything he had done before. Removing the embedded orders to call him with the hunter's plans was pretty easy. The rest? Not so much. There would always be some residual left over in Sam's mind, he couldn't get rid of it all but he wouldn't be able to control Sam long distance anymore. He also managed to unbury Sam's memories of the bar and what had happened though since he was so deeply under Dean's control when they reached the warehouse there were no real memories of that time to uncover. He checked over his work again and then pulled out, slowly bringing Sam back. Sam swallowed and then his eyes rolled back and Dean grabbed him as he nearly slumped off the bed.

“Sam? Sammy talk to me.” He pleaded and Sam slowly managed to focus on him.

 

“D...” Sam gagged and Dean rolled him onto his side, yanking the small garbage bin over so Sam could be sick in it.

 

“Take it easy, nice deep breaths. M'sorry. I fixed what I could, removed the orders to call, retrieved all the memories I could find.” Dean hurried to explain. He helped Sam sit up and then moved at top speed to get Sam some water and then get back to him.

“Here, small sips.”

 

Sam let Dean hold the glass as he sipped at the cool liquid. He could remember Dean approaching him at the bar, feeling the coolness in Dean's skin and trying to get away but then everything went distant and he had no control over his body as he was lead to Dean's car. He'd tried to fight what was happening and then Dean had made him pass out. After that he didn't really remember much until he'd woken up in the motel feeling hung-over. His head was pounding now and he still felt a little sick and he didn't know what to do. With what Dean had done to him how could he even think about trusting him? But Dean had undone what he could and seemed genuinely sorry about it. But he was a vampire, could he trust a vampire?

 

“Hey, you feeling okay?” Dean asked him and Sam looked up at him nervously. Dean looked down and Sam reached out to him with a shaky hand. Dean looked at him in surprise and then slowly took his hand.

 

“Never do it again?” Sam asked softly and Dean nodded.

 

“Swear it. I'll never let anyone hurt you Sam.” Dean promised and Sam gave him a loopy little smile before passing out. Dean smiled softly at him and then got him settled comfortably under the covers. He stretched out on the bed beside him and settled in to wait for morning.

 

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Sam blinked as the sunlight hit his eyelids, groaning softly and then a cool hand was on his forehead. He sighed and pushed into the touch, getting a soft laugh.

 

“Morning Sammy.” He cracked open an eye and looked up to see Dean leaning over him.

“Feeling better?”

 

“Yeah.” He pushed the covers back and sat up, Dean hovering.

 

“I heard Bobby moving around so I need to go but I'll be nearby. When you hit the interstate head east till you hit Colorado.”

 

“Okay. Do you think we're being followed?” Sam asked as he pulled his shirt on.

 

“Maybe, I haven't sensed anyone but better safe than sorry.” Dean leant down and gave him a soft kiss and then he was gone. Seconds later Bobby was knocking on the connecting door.

 

“I'm up Bobby.” Sam called and the older man entered, carrying a bag of takeout breakfast.

 

“Food Sam.” He tossed Sam his share and Sam dug in.

 

“Thanks.”

 

“So where are we headed?”

 

“East to Colorado.” Sam answered.

 

“Sam I trust you kid but...what's going on? You've been acting off for a while now.” Bobby questioned and Sam looked away.

“Sam are you okay?” Bobby asked, moving closer and Sam nodded.

 

“I'm not possessed or turned or anything Bobby. Just thinking about stuff.” His answer made Bobby sigh. He stared at the kid he considered as close as his own son. Something had changed ever since Sam had come back from his time with that girl. He didn't know what to think but Sam had never let him down before so he'd do as Sam asked for now.

 

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Bobby froze as he saw the man with Sam. He watched as he saw Sam smile softly at whatever the man was saying and then accept a short kiss. He frowned as he watched, while it was nice to see Sam being happy something about that man set off all his hunters' instincts. He moved closer and Sam spotted him, eyes going wide. The man spun, pushing Sam behind him and then saw him. Bobby looked him over and his blood ran cold.

 

“Vampire.” He identified and Sam swallowed, trying to push past the creature.

 

“Dean, stop. Bobby'd never hurt me.” Bobby heard Sam protest.

 

“He's got a gun.” The vampire, Dean, argued and Sam rolled his eyes.

 

“So do I, plus several bladed weapons. It's okay, I'll talk to him.” Sam said and Bobby watched in shock as Sam reached out to run a hand up and down the vampire's arm, as if trying to sooth it. Dean grumbled but stopped blocking Sam. Sam moved slowly closer to Bobby, smiling sheepishly.

“Bobby I can explain.” He said and Bobby exploded.

 

“Explain! That's a vampire you were acting all buddy friends with Sam!”

 

“I know. I also know Dean won't hurt either of us. He's been protecting us Bobby, for months. He's the one that told me we had to get out of town.” Sam tried to explain and Bobby took his cap off to run a hand through his hair.

 

“You can't believe anything it says Sam, you know better kiddo.” Bobby tried and Sam shrugged.

 

“I trust him Bobby. I...I just know okay.” That statement made Bobby pause. Sam knew, how?

 

“Have you...have you well...” He trailed off not wanting to say anything around the creature who was looking curious.

 

“Have I seen something? Yes. And it was us dead unless we went with Dean.” Sam mentally prayed Bobby believed the lie; he hadn't actually had a vision about it but better to let Bobby believe he had seen it. Bobby sighed and nodded.

 

“Fine, but one step out of line and I don't care what that thing's told you Sam.”

 

“I do have a name you know.” The vampire called and Bobby glared at it, making it raise its hands in surrender.

 

“Keep away from Sam.” Bobby whispered soft enough that Sam wouldn't be able to hear him but the vampire would. It earnt him a frown and a headshake. He watched as Sam moved back to the vampire's side, reaching out with a hand that the vampire clasped in its own. Bobby did not like that at all but he trusted Sam, the kid wouldn't knowingly lead them into a trap and he'd seen something that had scared him half to death.

 

TBC....