Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Controlling a Hunter ❯ Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

 

Sam woke to ice cold arms around him and the sound of broken whimpers. He froze for a second before he realised who it was.

 

“Dean? Are you okay?” He whispered only to feel cool lips tracing his neck, far too close to the vein for him to be comfortable with.

“Dean! Answer me.” He demanded only to be answered with a low growl. Sam shivered, fear beginning to creep in. What was wrong with Dean? He'd never truly been afraid of the vampire before.

 

“Mine.” The harsh whisper had a surprising affect on Sam's body and he felt the blood rush south much to his discomfort. Dean licked and sucked at his neck, dragging a moan from Sam's throat, he didn't know what had gotten into Dean but his body was quite happy to go along with it. He hissed in pain as he felt sharp fangs pierce his skin, fighting briefly before being overwhelmed with feelings of pleasure and lethargy. Sam relaxed in Dean's hold as the vampire's saliva hit his bloodstream, humming in pleasure and unaware of the blood being drained from his body. He sighed, head lolling to the side and affording Dean better access to the vein he was currently attached to. Dean thrust against him and Sam whimpered, needing some sort of friction but unable to move. Cold hands shoved Sam's boxers down and he let out a strangled groan as one wrapped around him, suppling the sought after friction. His hips jerked slightly, despite the utterly boneless sensation and Dean growled around a mouthful of blood, picking up his pace. As the pleasure peaked Sam's eyes rolled back and everything went black. Dean grunted and finally retracted his fangs, licking the wound closed and then rolling Sam's insensible body over to lick his stomach and groin clean. Once done he positioned Sam securely in his arms and closed his eyes.

 

Jim stared from the doorway in shock. He'd heard Sam calling Dean and had come to see what was wrong only to watch in horror as Dean fed from him. He knew Dean had spent the last eighty odd years feeding from humans as he pleased but he'd thought he'd be able to refrain from Sam due to the small bond between them, obviously he'd been mistaken and he could only pray Dean's actions had ruined everything for his youngest.

 

“Did it work?” Nickolas demanded and the demon smirked.

 

“Perfectly.” She purred.

“He'll come crawling back and bring Samuel with him. Just remember Sam is ours, you can do to dear Dean whatever you want but the boy is ours.”

 

“What could you possibly want with him? He's just a Hunter.” Nickolas snarled and she laughed, black eyes shining in the light.

 

“He's much more than that my dear vampire, much more.”

 

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Sam woke slowly, his body unresponsive and heavy feeling. Green eyes appeared above him and Sam smiled drunkenly. He distantly felt cold hands lift him into a sitting position and actually giggled as the world spun from the motion. If he'd been able to think clearly he would have realised he was suffering from blood loss and the effects of vampire saliva but since he was under said affects he just felt vague and languid. He blinked as something was pressed against his lips but otherwise did nothing.

 

“Drink Sam.” Hearing the command his lips parted, allowing warm liquid into his mouth, but he didn't swallow. A frustrated growl sounded and then a cold hand was on his throat, massaging to force him to swallow. The cold skin on his caused his body to shiver slightly and that motion was enough to make him slip to the side lifelessly. He was caught and more fluid forced down his throat before the container was removed.

 

Dean removed the bottle from Sam's unresponsive lips and tossed it aside, not caring that its contents were splashed across the floor. He'd taken too much blood when he'd fed, Sam was too weak to even obey his commands which would make leaving harder but not impossible, they'd simply have to take the closest exit. Grabbing what he wanted he then swung Sam up and across his shoulders and then opened the window, dropping easily to the ground four stories below. He secured Sam in the passenger seat of the Impala and then got in, heading for the highway.

 

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“Morning Bobby.” Jim greeted the hunter calmly, not wanting him to know how disturbed he was by what he'd witnessed several hours earlier.

 

“Jim. Seen Sam this morning?” Bobby asked and Jim shook his head.

 

“He's probably exploring with Dean or even still asleep. Breakfast is on the table, help yourself.”

 

“Thanks.”

 

“Sir! Jim sir!” A panicked voice had both men rising from their seats as a young woman ran into the room.

 

“Ailsa?” Jim asked and she looked at him.

 

“I went to check Dean's room sir, it's empty and his bag is gone, as is his guest. The Impala is also missing.” She informed them and Bobby raised an eyebrow as he heard Jim swear.

 

“Something's wrong.” Jim stated and Bobby nodded.

 

“Any idea where they'd go?” The hunter asked and Jim shrugged.

 

“With Nickolas searching...Dean knows better to leave under the circumstances.”

 

“We sure they left of their own will?” Bobby pushed and Jim sighed.

 

“The house is warded but no wards are infallible.” He admitted.

 

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Sam groaned and forced his eyes open, his head hurt and his mouth felt like a desert but he ignored it to look around. Why was he in a car and not Dean's room? He struggled with his seatbelt, trying to spot Dean and then the vampire was at his side.

 

“Dean...what's goin on?” He asked and a bottle of water was pressed to his lips. He drank greedily until it was removed, smiling at Dean but then his smile faded when Dean didn't respond to him.

“Dean?” he called hesitantly and the vampire stared at him. Sam tired to get out of the car, worried by Dean's silence and the look in his eyes but cold hands restrained him and the world started to go hazy.

“No.............”He slumped in Dean's arms, unaware of being placed back into his seat properly or of Dean starting to drive again. He managed a brief struggle of sorts hours later when fans once again pierced his neck but it was brief and not really much of a struggle. Being a vampire Dean didn't need to stop at night to sleep, in fact night driving was better for him so the trip that had taken several days as a group was made rather quickly on the return. Dean parked the Impala outside the warehouse and slowly got out, walking inside and kneeling before his Master obediently.

 

Nickolas smirked as Dean knelt before him, head bowed and no sign of resentment in his form for once. He looked up at the demon and smiled at her in thanks. She simply smirked in response and moved to run her fingers through short blonde hair, smirk widening when Dean didn't object.

 

“Where is Sam Winchester, vampire?” She purred in his ear and Dean raised his head to answer.

 

TBC...