Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Controlling a Hunter ❯ Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

 

Sam could feel Bobby watching him as they followed the black Impala up into the Rockies. Things had been pretty tense between them since Bobby had found out about Dean; so much so that he almost wished he was in the vampire's car instead. But then Bobby might not follow and he couldn't leave Bobby behind, he was the only family Sam had left. Sam tensed slightly as Dean pulled of the main road and unto a barely visible road, waiting for Bobby to make the turn and able to feel his reluctance. Sam looked over at Bobby, silently pleading for his trust and the hunter scowled but made the turn. They both stared in awe at the sprawling buildings that eventually became visible through the trees. Bobby stopped his truck behind the Impala and Sam jumped down, Dean moving instantly to his side.

 

“Do you like it?” Bobby heard the vampire ask and Sam grinned.

 

“It's incredible Dean.” Sam told him, letting Dean take his hand. Bobby joined them slowly, staring up at the estate in shock.

 

“Glad you think so Sam. Hello Bobby.” The familiar voice had both hunters staring in shock at the ghost before them.

 

“Pastor Jim?” Sam breathed out in shock, unable to believe what he was seeing. Pastor Jim was dead, killed by a demon.

 

“Yes Sam. It's good to see you again.” Jim greeted and then pulled Dean into a hug. To Sam's surprise Dean didn't fight the embrace but melted into him.

 

“I'm sorry.” Dean whispered and Jim pulled back to smile sadly at his wayward Childe.

 

“No hello Bobby?” Jim asked and Bobby finally managed to close his mouth.

 

“How?” Bobby asked and Jim smiled.

 

“Perhaps we should continue this inside. I've had rooms prepared for you; Dean your old room has been fixed up for you. I wasn't sure if you and Sam were sharing or not so I had the room next to it readied for him, Bobby you're three rooms further down the hall.” Jim led them inside; smiling softly at the way Dean hovered by Sam. Seeing the young boy he had never been able to protect enough together with his youngest Childe eased his heart a lot.

 

“Thanks sire.” Dean said softly, reaching out to take Sam's hand, making the hunter blush slightly.

“I don't mind if you want to stay with me.” He whispered into Sam's ear and Sam smiled, nodding slightly.

 

“Would someone like to tell me what the hell is going on?” Bobby demanded and Jim led them into a library, taking a seat. Dean pulled Sam down beside him on the two seater couch and Bobby took the last chair.

 

“You are safe here Bobby, no one will harm you.” Jim assured him and Bobby just stared at him making Jim sigh.

 

“Pastor Jim Murphy is just one of the many identities I've used over the years. Being able to help people has always been something I enjoy. Helping hunters end deadly threats, watching Sam grow into a wonderful young man, it was a good life. I should have realised Dean's Sam was you, not many hunters your age around after all.” Jim admitted.

“As you may have already guessed I am a vampire and have been for over a thousand years. Unlike many of my kind I take no joy in feeding from humans and so I found other methods, spare blood bags, animal blood, things like that. I rarely make new vampires; Dean is one of the few exceptions to that. But he was near death and I had known him since he was a child so I took the risk in turning him.” Jim explained.

 

“I can't believe none of us ever suspected....” Bobby admitted and Jim shrugged.

 

“I'm very good at hiding what I am Bobby.”

 

“So how old are you?” Sam asked Dean who fidgeted.

 

“Hundred and five or so.” He admitted and Sam's eyes widened.

 

“Oh. Wow.” Sam answered and Dean bit his lip.

 

“Sam?” He asked and the hunter smiled.

 

“It's okay.” Sam answered and Dean grinned.

“How old were you when you...well...”

 

“Were turned?” Dean asked and Sam nodded.

 

“Twenty-six so I'm older than you.” Dean teased and Sam smiled.

 

“Cradle robber.” Sam teased back and Jim laughed. Even Bobby chuckled slightly. Dean raised and arm experimentally and Sam leaned into his side, letting Dean lay his arm across his shoulders, holding him close. Jim smiled softly, glad that Sam was accepting Dean so easily, despite what he'd probably been through since they had met. Bobby was watching them too but with some discomfort.

 

“Dean won't hurt him Bobby; he'd die to protect him. That's what it means to be mates.” Jim explained very softly to the hunter.

 

“Mates?” Bobby's eyes went wide and Jim nodded.

 

“Dean didn't know when they first met; once he did he rang me for help. Nickolas does not allow mated pairs in his nest for a very good reason. Mates are loyal to each other first, others second. Dean will kill or die for Sam though it is not reciprocal at the moment since Sam is human. Though it's incredible the way Sam trusts him already.” Jim pondered.

“I'll show you around Bobby, answer any more questions you may have.” They left the two young men alone.

 

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“You can take the other room if you want Sam.” Dean said and Sam turned to look at him.

 

“No. It's weird but I slept better the night you were there and as stupid as it may sound I trust you not to do anything I don't want you to.” Sam told him, putting his bag down on Dean's king size bed. He sat down and studied the room, looking for clues as to Dean's past and personality. Dean sat down beside him, taking Sam's hand and Sam smiled.

“Do you have a hand fetish or something?” he asked and Dean choked on thin air.

 

“No...it's just...when I touch you it's easier to control my instincts.” Dean admitted ashamedly.

 

“That's okay, I don't mind.” Sam answered.

“So...you won't be feeding off people anymore?”

 

“No, I'll go backed to bagged and animal when I can't get it.” Dean pulled a face and Sam laughed.

 

“Doesn't taste very good?”

 

“Awful! Like the difference between really good wine and the really cheap stuff.”

 

“It...it didn't feel bad when you took my blood. You could do it again if...”

 

“No, I can't Sam. Your blood is...it's the best I've ever tasted. Not sure I could stop again and I don't want to hurt you.” Dean told him and Sam nodded, rubbing Dean's fingers gently to sooth him. Dean sighed and pulled Sam closer in to rest against his side.

 

“What's going to happen now Dean? Will this Nickolas come looking for us? Will we have to stay here forever or something?”

 

“I'd like you to stay with me Sam, you're my mate and I need you. But if you want to leave I won't stop you. Nickolas might track us down, more because I betrayed him by leaving and warning you than for you personally.” Dean admitted.

 

“Then I guess I'm staying.” Sam answered with a smile and then he yawned.

 

“Bathroom's through there, why don't you wash up, have something to eat and then get some sleep.” Dean offered and Sam nodded.

 

“You'll stay?”

 

“Well it is my room.” Dean answered with a grin and Sam smiled, heading into the bathroom.

 

TBC...