Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Controlling a Hunter ❯ Chapter 6

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Getting darker again, more like chapter 1.

 

Chapter 6

 

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

 

“The car.” His answer had the demon motioning to her companions and soon Sam was being dragged into the warehouse.

 

“Careful you fools!” The demoness snapped and Sam was quickly lifted and carried the rest of the way. A soft growl made her look at Dean who had his eyes locked on Sam's unmoving body.

 

“Mine.” Dean growled and she smirked, yanking the vampire's head up so he was looking at her.

 

“No, he is my Father's.” She told him with a sneer.

 

“You shouldn't be so rude to our allies Daughter.” A new voice called and an older man walked in, vampires and demons alike cowering from him. Yellow eyes looked from his Daughter and the vampire she was holding to the young man in the arms of some of his followers. He looked over the gathered vampires and smirked.

“Then again since their purpose has been fulfilled...” He snapped his fingers and his demons moved. Soon Dean was the only vampire left `alive'.

 

“What about this one Father?” His Daughter asked and Azazel walked closer, studying the vampire.

 

“Bring him.” He ordered and Dean groaned as he was injected with dead man's blood, going limp quickly. Azazel walked over to the demons holding Sam and gently touched the hunter's face.

“Welcome home.” He whispered kindly and then they left.

 

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“Jim?” Bobby asked as the vampire hung up the phone.

“What's wrong?”

 

“I just got word. Nickolas' nest was slaughtered last night and sulphur was found at the scene.” Jim explained and Bobby paled.

 

“Demons?” Jim nodded in answer and Bobby swore.

“Damn it!”

 

“What? What do you know?” Jim growled, worried for his Childe whose body had not been found.

 

“Forgot you `died' before John opened up on that one. The thing that killed Mary...it was a demon, a very powerful one. It's after Sam for some reason. Last year or so Sam's started having visions, connected to the demon or when we run into something that would end in Sam dying. This thing wants Sam alive for some reason.” Bobby explained and Jim nodded.

 

“Looks like its got Sam and Dean now. We have to find them fast.” Jim said and Bobby went to grab his things.

 

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Azazel looked down at the young man still asleep due to the vampire's control over his mind, a control that was about to be reversed. Who'd have thought his chosen heir would be a vampire's mate; Fate certainly had a good sense of humour. He smirked as he removed the warding jewellery Sam wore to protect himself, he would no longer need such human methods. Finally, after twenty three years he would be able to finish what he had started the night of Samuel's six month birthday. If only Mary hadn't interrupted him that night she needn't have died. He would have gladly claimed the mother of his child as his consort for eternity. Azazel didn't care that she had married John, he knew she'd simply been scared of what was happening. If things had been different they could have raised Samuel together and the world would already be theirs.

 

Azazel sat down on the bed and cradled his son in his arms, pushing pliable lips apart gently and then using a nail to slit his own wrist. He held the bleeding limb above Sam's parted lips and allowed the demonic blood to pour into the hunter's mouth. He could feel it joining with the blood already inside of Samuel, spreading slowly through his body until it was stronger than his human blood. He watched in awe as Sam's features began to change, skin paling, body temperature rising, scars vanishing and his hair thickening and lengthening. He could feel the power that now radiated from his son and the small amount of humanity that remained in him, enough that holy water, devils traps and the like would pose no problem for him but not enough to truly affect him.

 

He lay Samuel back down on the bed and waited for his son to wake.

 

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Dean groaned as he woke only to try to get up and fail. He could feel the lingering effects of dead man's blood in his body but couldn't remember what had happened for it to be there. The last thing he remembered was curling up with Sam to sleep in his bedroom at Jim's hideaway. He managed to push himself gradually to his knees only to find that he was shackled to a wall in what looked like a dungeon and a few experimental pulls showed the chains were too strong for even his vampiric strength.

 

Scared for Sam, Dean reached out for the weakened link to the mortal's mind only to find it wasn't weakened but even stronger than it had been when he'd first made it on Nickolas' orders. He screamed in pain as power slammed into his mind, writhing on the floor as it saturated his mind and then worked through his body. He thrashed in agony as the link between them was reversed and bit by bit and his will was overcome by another's. Eventually he stopped moving to lay curled on the floor in a miserable heap, green eyes vacant and his mind lost in the battle of wills against a powerful demon, a battle he never had any hope of winning.

 

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Azazel watched in anticipation as Sam's eyes began to flutter and then slowly opened. If it hadn't been completely beneath him he would have given a little jump for joy as yellow eyes that matched his own met his.

 

“Father.” There was power in Samuel's voice that had been missing before and it made Azazel smile in glee.

 

“My beautiful Samuel. How do you feel?” He asked and Sam tilted his head to the side, thinking.

 

“Well. Powerful.” Samuel smiled, revealing small fangs. His son was truly a beautiful demon and it made Azazel wish he had his own body too. He got off the bed and Samuel followed him, stretching and black and crimson wings flared from his back to extend several feet either side of his body, completely ruining the shirt he had been wearing.

 

“There is clothing in the wardrobe. Find something suitable for your presentation, wash up and then join me in the throne room, I have a gift for you.”

 

“As you wish Father.” Sam bowed and Azazel vanished from the room, pleased with his son. He seated himself on hi throne and waved a servant forward.

 

“Bring the vampire here.” He ordered and the demon scurried to obey. A few minutes the demon returned with another, the vampire limp between them, its legs dragging on the marble floor. When they released it the vampire lay unmoving where it fell. With a twitch of his power the vampire rose into the air and Azazel stood, moving around it and studying it. He touched it and got no reaction so he slapped it just to be sure. His head snapped to the side and then hung lolled limply again. He grasped its chin and raised its head to stare into its eyes, the green was dull, pupils dilated and there was nothing in them. He smirked, thinking of the human expression of the lights being on but nobody home. The strong vampire was now victim to the mental link it had once used to control his son. He released it from his power and the vampire crumbled to the cold marble. Azazel retook his seat just as his son appeared in the room.

 

Samuel approached the throne and dropped to one knee out of respect. Azazel motioned with a hand and Samuel stood, coming to stand one step below his father. He had to say he was pleased with the clothing his son had chosen. Tight black leather pants encased powerful, long legs and a crimson silk shirt covered his torso, an open black robe thrown over the top and black boots completed the outfit. Sam's hair now reached his shoulders and had been left to hang loose. His son had been tall before but the infusion of fresh demonic blood and power had increased his height another inch or so and slimmed him down so while his build was still powerful it wasn't obvious.

 

“My son has been returned to us from the vile humans who held him captive. Freed from the things that bound him he is your War Leader, obey him or suffer the consequences. Tonight we feast and tomorrow the campaign begins!” Azazel announced and the demons cheered. Samuel took his place on his throne just below his Fathers and they watched the demons celebrate. Azazel indicated the vampire and two demons brought it to the foot of the dais.

“Your gift my son. The vampire is yours to do what you wish with as long as it is kept alive. It will obey any command you give.” Azazel told him and Samuel smiled, standing again.

 

“Thank you Father.” He said as he walked down to the vampire, circling it to inspect the creature.

“A beautiful specimen.” Samuel whispered, touching a cold cheek.

“Stand up vampire.” He commanded and the vampire took its own weight, standing obediently in front of Samuel. The two demons backed away and joined the celebration.

“What is your name?”

 

“Dean.” Was the immediate answer and Samuel smiled at the sound of the vampire's voice.

 

“Go have fun for the night Son.” Azazel dismissed him and Samuel bowed before placing a hand on Dean's shoulder and the two of them vanished. Azazel smirked, Samuel had shown no sign of recognising the vampire which was good and the reason he had ordered Samuel not to kill it. Even if Samuel no longer knew it the two were soul mates and Azazel knew the damage the death of one could cause the other.

 

Sam stepped back from the vampire as they reappeared in his bedroom, trying to decide what he wanted to do with it. Torture was always a fun option but the vampire already seemed so completely broken that he doubted he'd get a whimper let alone a scream. He idly wondered why the thing would obey him and only him and then he found it, there was a mental link between them, one he completely controlled and bound the vampire to him. He closed his eyes and began to explore the link, finding he could lower its intensity and allow the vampire to actually think instead of act like a robot or he could leave him as is. With a grin he lightens his control a little and watches the vampire waver on its feet slightly before blinking and looking around. Curious green eyes met his own yellow and Samuel grinned, getting a cautious little smile in return.

 

“Hello Dean.” Samuel purred, his grin widening at the way his voice made Dean shiver.

 

“How do you know my name?” Dean asked quietly with none of the usual vampiric bravado and Samuel was happy. Dean could know thing on his own but he still felt the effects of the bond, the need to obey and submit to Samuel and unless asked a direct question about them he remembered nothing of his past. Samuel had no interest in Dean's past so the vampire would have to live with it.

 

“A Master always knows their Slaves name.” Samuel answered calmly and green eyes widened.

 

“Master?” Dean asked and Samuel nodded, tweaking the bond a little and Dean dropped to his knees obediently, head lowered. Samuel prowled closer, reaching out to run his fingers through short blonde hair. Dean shivered at the heat of his skin but otherwise didn't move.

 

“Good.” Sam praised and through the bond he could feel Dean's happiness at the praise. That was good, if Dean wanted to please him then he wouldn't have to use the bond to force obedience from him.

“Do you know what you are?” Sam asked, just in case and Dean nodded.

 

“Vampire, Master.”

 

“Yes. If you please me I will allow you some of my blood on occasion. Do you know what demon blood does to vampires Dean?”

 

“No Master.”

 

“It is many hundred times more powerful than that of a human. So when you've been exceptionally good I will let you have some.”

 

“Thank you Master.” Dean whispered, awed that he would be allowed to have something so wonderful. What Samuel didn't tell him was that it would slowly change Dean, making him more demonic and it would tighten Samuel's control over him even further.

 

“Since you've been so good so far...” Samuel trailed off and slit into his wrist with a finger nail. He watched Dean tense as soon as the smell reached him, eyes going gold and his fangs emerging. He could see Dean fighting his instincts for blood and smiled when the vampire remained kneeling on the floor.

“Good.” Sam whispered and lowered his wrist to Dean's face. The vampire glanced at him and Samuel nodded so Dean licked at the wound, moaning as the powerful blood entered his mouth. He sucked at the wound hungrily until it healed and Samuel removed his arm. Dean whimpered at the loss and swayed slightly but stayed obediently where he was. Samuel crouched in front of him and smiled when he saw Dean's eyes were unfocused, his skin warmer and his pants obviously too tight. He reached out and pulled Dean to his feet, catching him as the vampire swayed drunkenly. He steered him over to the bed and lowered him onto it, pulling Dean's boots off for him since the vampire was too far gone to do it himself even if ordered.

 

“Mas...st...er.” Dean slurred, trying to focus on him and Samuel was happy to see the gold of Dean's eyes was already slightly darker.

 

“Sleep Dean.” Samuel ordered softly and Dean's eyes obediently slid shut, his body going limp as he stopped breathing. Samuel grinned and left, reappearing in the throne room and smirking as he watched the demons enjoying themselves with food and several mortals who had been taken for that purpose. Their screams made him shiver in anticipation for what was coming.

 

“Enjoy your gift Son?” Azazel asked and Samuel smiled.

 

“Very much, thank you Father. He's out cold at the moment so I thought I'd join the party.” Samuel answered and Azazel brushed his mind to see what had him so happy and laughed.

 

“A demonic vampire, no one will see that coming. I approve Samuel. Now, let's enjoy ourselves.” Azazel stood and the two moved to join the party. Samuel didn't notice how closely his Father watched him as he tortured a man, carefully chosen because he resembled John Winchester. To Samuel he was just another human, there was a slight bit of recognition but it was followed swiftly by rage for the ones that had taken him from his father and Azazel relaxed, Samuel's demonic blood and nature had conquered that of his human mother.

 

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The President froze as suddenly three men appeared in the Oval Office. He staggered back at the feeling of power oozing off the two standing men, the third was kneeling at the younger's feet like some sort of pet.

 

“Who...who are you. Help!” The president called and was met by laughter.

 

“Your precious Agents can't hear you mortal.” The younger male said and the President stared in horror as massive wings stretched from his back.

 

“Master.” The kneeling figure purred and the President tripped over his chair as he saw the figures face, dark golden eyes and a mouth full of fangs.

 

“Shhh Dean, not now.” The winged creature admonished the kneeling...vampire?

“Master's busy.” He stared at the President and the man knew he was dead. Both standing males suddenly laughed.

 

“Oh no, you aren't going to die yet.” The younger soothed, moving closer and the president whimpered. The man waved his hand and the president stared in horror as a cloud of black smoke rose from the floor and headed his way. He screamed in terror only to choke as it forced itself down his throat. His hands rose briefly to his throat and then dropped. The President slowly stood and when his eyes opened they were demonic black.

 

“Masters.” He greeted and Samuel laughed, his Father smiling proudly at him and Dean bathing in his Master's pleasure.

 

“You know what to do.” Samuel stated and the demon nodded so they left.

 

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“Bobby!” Jim called and Bobby joined him in staring at the television in growing horror as the President spoke. The man...no demon for what else could he be...ordered the destruction of all churches, temples, anything used for worship and the creation of new laws which basically said slavery was legal and people could do pretty much what they wanted as long as they obeyed their town mayor.

 

“How could this happen?” Bobby whispered and Jim shrugged.

 

“Something's happened to give the demons more numbers up here and more power. We need to move. We'll have to stay on the road, sleep in the truck as much as possible to keep from being caught.” Jim said and Bobby nodded numbly. In his heart he knew what had happened, the demon had Sam.

 

TBC...