Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Controlling a Hunter ❯ Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

 

Dean sucked eagerly at Sam's wrist, taking all the shallow wound would give him. Samuel cradled him close as he drank, large wings wrapped around them. He enjoyed his time alone with Dean; the vampire never wanted anything but a kind word or action from him, unlike his Father's Court. Dean....well to be honest the vampire kind of reminded him of a puppy, at least what he could vaguely remember of them from his time as a captive to mortals. With Dean he could just be Samuel, not the Prince and it was nice. Dean leant back when the wound healed itself, gazing up at Sam dazedly. Sam smiled when he saw that Dean's eye were slowly becoming black instead of vampiric gold. Dean smiled lopsidedly back at him, high on the blood. Sam lowered his head and kissed Dean, their fangs hitting each other. Dean eagerly returned the kiss, whimpering as he tried to move closer to Sam but his limbs just wouldn't cooperate. Samuel pulled back and then rearranged them so that they were lying down; Dean curled up in his arms. He kissed the vampire again, watching Dean trying to keep his eyes open.

 

“Sleep now Dean.” Samuel whispered and Dean whined in protest but his eyes were already falling shut, his body growing still and heavy in Samuel's arms. He sat up, laying Dean down against the pillows and just watching him for a while. Samuel knew humans moved in their sleep, even he did, but Dean was nothing more than a corpse in sleep, unmoving and not breathing. He gently tugged the shirt Dean was wearing off and tossed it aside; studying the revealed skin hungrily but now was not the time for that. Samuel picked up a covered tray from the table beside the bed and put it beside him. Samuel rolled Dean onto his side and then picked up the knife from the tray. Ever so carefully he made an incision at the base of Dean's neck, using a cloth to clean away the little bit of blood that leaked from it. Picking up a velvet wrapped bundle he slowly unwrapped it until he came to the tiny, intricate piece of blood red crystal. Lifting the skin from the incision he placed the crystal inside the wound and then used a drop if his own blood to make it seal. He rolled Dean back onto his back, smiling when he saw Dean was complexly unaware of what had happened.

 

Samuel finished stripping Dean and then removed his own clothes before slipping them both under the covers, mentally removing the tray and its contents from the room. Dean didn't need to know about what he'd done, it was for his safety after all. He wrapped his wings around them both and settled in to sleep, secure in the knowledge that no matter how far apart they were he would always know where Dean was and if he was okay. The mental link was only really useful over short distances in any case.

 

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Bobby woke to Jim shaking him. He stared around blearily, rubbing a hand over his face as he got out of the truck.

 

“Think he's still here?” Jim asked and Bobby shrugged.

 

“Hope so. You better stay here, no need to set him off.” Bobby answered and Jim nodded, reversing the truck so that it was pointed in the right direction in case they needed a quick getaway. Bobby headed up to the shack and banged on the door.

 

“Daniel! It's Bobby Singer, open up would ya!” He called through the barricaded door.

 

“Go away! Don't want anything to do with you.” Was the reply.

 

“Damn it Elkins we need the Colt. Demon's got Sam Winchester; we need to kill it to save him. You want hell on earth?” That got the door opened and a gun in his face.

 

“Cristo.” Elkins whispered and Bobby rolled his eyes.

 

“You gonna help or not?”

 

“Fine.” Daniel spat, going into the backroom to open a safe.

 

“Only got five bullets so don't waste any and don't come back.” Daniel said, shoving the box at him.

 

“Thanks. You should hit the road, you're a sitting duck here Elkins.” Bobby warned but Daniel just slammed the door.

 

“You got it?” Jim asked as Bobby got back in the truck and he nodded.

 

“No we just have to get close enough to the demon to use it. Any ideas?”

 

“Not at the moment.”

 

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Dean smiled as he woke, snuggling in closer to the warmth of his Master's body. He felt great like he always did after drinking his Master's blood, it was better than anything. He loved their time alone together; his Master was a lot more relaxed when it was just them. He sometimes wondered about his past...who had made him into a vampire, how old he was, things like that but it didn't really matter. He felt the arms holding him tighten and the wing cocoon withdrew.

 

“Good morning Dean.” Was whispered into his ear and he rubbed his face against the nearest arm.

 

“Good morning Master.” Dean answered, all but purring and he felt his Master chuckle. He rolled over so that he was facing his Master, staring into warm yellow eyes. Samuel moved in and kissed him, making Dean very happy. He wriggled closer; wanting, needing more and Sam held him tightly, hands roaming his naked skin as the kissed.

“Please Master.” Dean begged and Samuel smiled at him.

 

“What do you want Dean.” Samuel whispered and Dean shivered as his breath ghosted over his skin.

 

“More please Master. Need you.” Dean whimpered and Samuel gently stroked his face before kissing him again. He rolled them so that Dean was laying beneath him as he worked on driving the vampire mad, slowly. It didn't actually take long to have Dean writhing and moaning beneath him, begging for more, his fangs down and eyes an interesting mix of gold and black. Samuel knew he was cruel, he was a demon after all, but with Dean he wanted to be kind and gentle. That was why he took his time preparing the vampire for him before finally entering him. Dean moaned, his nails raking down Samuel's back but he wasn't feeling any pain. At the height of their pleasure Samuel's instincts took over and his fangs sank into Dean's neck, releasing a rush of cool blood into his mouth. Samuel moaned as he drank and then he hissed as Dean's fangs found his neck. They both drank greedily as they moved frantically together until they finally climaxed almost exactly at the same time. Sam collapsed on top of Dean, trying not to crush the smaller male with his weight but Dean didn't care as he held Samuel tightly.

 

What neither realised was that they had finally fully mated by drinking from each other. Dean didn't remember anything about mates and while Sam knew they existed the knowledge that he was Dean's mate had faded along with his human blood. Unknown to Samuel something inside him had shifted, while he'd cared for Dean's safety before now Dean was the one being other than his Father that he would kill for and die to protect.

 

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“Which country should we target next?” Azazel asked, watching his son study the reports.

 

“A few smaller countries would be less taxing on our forces but that leaves them vulnerable to the superior forces of the ones like Russia and England...then again destruction is always fun.” Samuel pondered aloud. They both looked up as a demon entered, dropping immediately to its knees.

 

“What is it?”

 

“Reports of Hunters who have escaped My Lords. And....they have the Colt Milord.” The demon whimpered as Azazel turned his anger on it.

 

“The Colt?” Samuel asked and Azazel calmed himself.

 

“A gun able to kill even us my Son. We must destroy these hunters. Put out a large bounty on them, dead or alive.” He ordered and the demon fled.

 

“Is allowing them to be captured alive wise Father? If they have a weapon of such power....” Samuel trailed off and Azazel shrugged.

 

“I would like the chance to gather information from them. You can even feed them to your pet afterwards if you'd like. Now, let's get back to work.”

 

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“You sure you know where you're going?” Bobby grumbled and Jim rolled his eyes.

 

“I am Dean's Sire Bobby; I can feel him even now. And wherever Dean is...”

 

“Hopefully Sam is too.”

 

TBC...