Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Controlling a Hunter ❯ Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

 

Dean sucked greedily at the blood offered to him, loving the way his Master was smiling gently at him. What he didn't realise was that a lot of the reason Sam was smiling was because Dean's eyes were now totally black except for a thin band of gold around what should have been his iris'. Dean nuzzled into the palm of Sam's hand once the source of blood had been removed. Sam grinned, leaning in to kiss Dean. He snarled as someone banged on his door, giving Dean another quick kiss before striding over and yanking it open.

 

“What?” He snapped at the cowering demon.

 

“My Lord, we have captured the hunters, your Father wishes you to be present with your slave.” The demon whimpered, bowing low.

 

“Fine. Go.” Sam slammed the door shut again and stalked over to the bed. Dean whimpered slightly and Sam froze, forcing himself to relax so that Dean wouldn't be afraid of him.

“Shh Dean, not mad at you. Just at the interruption.” Sam soothed, running his fingers through Dean's hair. Dean relaxed and smiled shyly up at Sam.

“We need to get dressed, some important hunters were caught, Father wants us there.” Sam informed him, helping Dean stand to get dressed, if he had known what was coming he would not have allowed Dean to feed off him. Dean was struggling not to pass out as Sam gently dressed him and then himself. He transported them straight to the throne room, not wanting to try and walk with Dean. He knelt before his Father and then sat on his own throne, Dean kneeling drunkenly at his feet. Sam sat and gently ran his fingers through Dean's hair before grasping the back of his neck to help keep him steady.

 

Sam pulled Dean back to lean against his legs so his swaying wouldn't be obvious as some demons dragged the two males in. Samuel studied the battered men, easily recognising one as a vampire and an old one at that, the other was completely human.

 

“Sam.” The mortal gasped out and Samuel stared at him. Was this one of the ones who held him captive?

 

“You will not speak to my son mortal.” Azazel commanded and the hunter gasped, a hand going to his throat. The vampire struggled briefly against the ones holding him. It was odd to see a vampire and mortal working together but not unheard of.

“Where is the Colt?” Azazel demanded but both men remained stubbornly silent. Neither screamed as the torture began. But soon the mortal screamed as blood began flowing from a large wound in his side. The vampire snarled and actually managed to push itself half upright.

 

“You want the Colt?” He asked and Sam knew something was wrong. He pulled Dean back behind his throne and stood, gathering power. The vampire snarled and then it's hand blurred and Samuel realised they'd made a mistake. This vampire....was an Ancient. As his hand came up Samuel saw the gun in it and opened his mouth to call out but it was too late. A single bullet left the gun even as Samuel snagged it mentally and then he screamed, collapsing into his thrown as everything went black.

 

Jim lowered the Colt as Azazel's vessel collapsed, dead, back onto its throne. His eyes widened as Sam screamed, his body convulsing as he too collapsed, the demons in the room screaming before abandoning the bodies they were possessing and fleeing. Jim scrambled up and over to Bobby who cracked an eye open wearily. Jim quickly tore his shirt and wrapped it around the largest wound, propping Bobby up against the wall.

 

“So much for the plan.” Bobby half laughed as he coughed.

 

“Just hang in there; I need to check on Dean and Sam.” Jim grasped Bobby's shoulder and then headed up the stairs to the dais. He checked Sam first, relieved to find the boy was still alive though very deeply unconscious. Then he moved to his childe's side, frowning when Dean whimpered softly, his eyes unfocused.

“Dean? Can you hear me?” He called softly and then frowned as Dean tried to move away but the movements were uncoordinated and lethargic. Jim reached out and pulled Dean into his arms, locking gazes and slowly entering the younger vampires mind. He fought the urge to snarl at what he found; Dean's powers had been turned on him, allowing Sam to control him instead of the other way around. Although their bond as mates had also been completed somehow. But that wasn't all, he could smell and feel the changes in Dean, he'd been feeding off a demon and a powerful one, something every vampire warned its children against. Their bond was all but gone so Jim did the one thing he could to strengthen it, he ripped his wrist open and forced the blood into Dean's mouth. Despite being out of it Dean swallowed on instinct.

“Dean, Childe.” He called and this time Dean responded, eyes struggling to focus on him.

 

“Si...re.” Dean slurred.

 

“Yes Dean, I'm here. I need you to stand up for me.” Jim said, reaching for the slowly strengthening Sire bond. Dean struggled and eventually managed to stand though he was swaying slightly.

“That's it.” He praised and Dean managed a loopy smile.

“You need to carry Sam; can you do that for me?” Jim asked and Dean stumbled over to Sam's unmoving body, struggling to lift him but he eventually got Sam comfortably situated in his arms. Jim smiled and told Dean to follow him back over to Bobby.

“Still with us Singer?” He asked and Bobby nodded.

“Good, I'm going to lift you. We need to get out of here before someone comes back.”

 

“Sam?” Bobby asked tiredly, making Jim frown. Bobby needed a hospital and soon.

 

“He's here, Dean's got him. We need to get out of here.”

 

“Okay.” Bobby whispered before passing out and Jim sighed. Great, Dean was only standing because Jim was using every ounce of power he had as Dean' sire, Sam felt more demonic than human and now Bobby was possibly bleeding to death. It was not his day.

 

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Jim pulled up in front of Bobby's house, relieved it was still there and apparently abandoned. He had let Dean pass out once they had gotten on the highway and his Childe was still out along with the other two. Not knowing what mental state Sam would be in when he woke Jim lifted him from the truck and headed for the panic room Bobby had built years ago. It was still there with all protections in place, thankfully none against vampires. He lay Sam down on the cot and then attached the chains to hold him down. He stared down sadly at the young man, studying the changes since the last time he'd seen him almost a year ago. Jim could only pray that what had been done could be undone. He rushed back out to the truck and took Dean into the house, locking him into an upstairs bedroom. He then got Bobby out and laid him on the couch before searching for the first aid kit. He found it and knelt at Bobby's side to try and save his life. He'd almost stopped at a hospital only to sense the waiting demons at the last second. He worked as hard as he could but half an hour later he began trying to wake Bobby.

 

“Bobby? Come on Singer I need you to wake up.” Jim urged, shaking the mortal gently. Bobby groaned and his eyes slowly opened but his eyes were pretty unfocused.

 

“Ji.....” Bobby slurred, head lolling.

 

“Stay with me for a second Bobby. We're at your house now, safe for the moment. But Bobby....you're dying and there's nothing I can do.” Jim told him.

 

“Sa...m sa...fe?”

 

“He's in your panic room. Bobby I can save you, if you let me.” Jim told him and Bobby frowned, shivering from blood loss.

 

“Wha?”

 

“I can turn you Bobby.” Jim told him and Bobby struggled to focus on him, fear in his eyes.

“Bobby it'll be okay. Well, it'll hurt like nothing else during the change but after I'll look after you, make sure you don't lose yourself in the bloodlust.” Jim whispered.

“Please Bobby, I need you, Sam needs you if he is ever to come back to us.”

 

“Ye...s” Bobby breathed as his eyes closed. Jim lifted Bobby and then sat on the couch, cradling the hunter in his arms.

 

He licked at Bobby's neck and then gently bit down, drinking the warm blood quickly before cutting open his own wrist and placing it against Bobby's lips, letting the blood drip down the hunters throat. Soon Bobby was willing drinking the liquid as it poured into his mouth and Jim pulled back from his throat. Bobby's eyes fluttered open for a second and Jim smiled at him before Bobby's heart gave one last beat and went still, the hunter going utterly limp in his arms. Jim gently lay him back down and then went upstairs to check on Dean, knowing it'd be at least an hour before the change truly started for Bobby. He sat beside his childe and ran his fingers through the lengthening blonde hair. Dean stirred slightly and then his eyes opened and Jim had to fight the urge to flinch at the black eyes.

 

“Hello Childe.” He greeted softly, using their newly awakened bond to keep Dean calm.

 

“Sire?” Dean whispered and Jim smiled sadly, there was no real knowledge of who Jim was in that question. Had he lost Dean forever?

 

“I'm here Dean, everything's alright.” Jim soothed.

 

“Master? Where is Master?” Dean asked, trying to sit up but Jim held him down gently.

 

“Easy Dean, who is Master?” He asked, wanting to be sure.

 

“Master!” Dean called and Jim hushed him.

 

“Can you describe him?” He tried and Dean blinked up at him, eyes finally becoming green again.

 

“He has pretty wings, such pretty wings....” Dean whispered happily and Jim relaxed, at least Sam was Master, not Azazel.

 

“He's nearby Dean. How much of your life before Master do you remember?” Jim asked. Dean frowned, chewing at his lip in confusion.

“It's okay Dean. Are you hungry?”

 

“Yes Sire.” Dean answered, his fangs showing and Jim smiled, cutting his wrist and holding it to Dean's lips. The younger vampire began licking at the wound but did not bite.

 

“It's alright Childe, you can bite. Take what you need.” Jim urged and Dean's eyes went wide but he hesitantly sank his fangs in, drinking deeply. Dean moaned as the blood hit his system and Jim smiled, closing his eyes as he reached as deeply as he could into Dean's mind, trying to undo or at least weaken what had been done. With two Childer drinking from him he was going to need to start feeding off human blood again. Hopefully he would be able to find a bagged supply; he did not want to risk leaving the three vulnerable while he went to hunt. Dean finally pulled back, licking the wound instinctively to close it, before he collapsed back onto the pillows.

 

“Sire. Want Master.” Dean mumbled, as Jim coaxed him back into sleep.

 

“You can see him soon Childe, just rest now.” Jim soothed and Dean's eyes closed, boy stilling in death. Jim got off the bed and relocked the room behind him as he headed downstairs. He grabbed and drained a blood pack as he headed back into the living room. He sat and waited, knowing that Bobby would soon need him. Sure enough Bobby's body soon began to shudder and then thrash on the couch, back arching in pain. Jim moved to his side, holding him down and talking softly. There was a reason Jim didn't like turning those past their physical prime. There was a reason you never saw vampires who appeared physically old...the change did more than just give a person new dental work, it would alter the body until it was back in its prime and it was very painful for the new vampire. Bobby whimpered and then screamed as some badly healed broken bones re-broke and then healed correctly. His very skin was rippling as time seemed to slowly roll backwards for the hunter, his hair darkening, wrinkles smoothing out and his body slimming down. Jim held him, whispering soothing words as the process continued until the fifty year old looked to be maybe twenty five. Once it was over Bobby went limp again and would stay that way as the deeper changes that were left were completed, it could take anywhere from four hours to two days. Jim studied his newest Childe closely, he hadn't known Bobby when he was that age the first time and the changes were definitely for the better. Now all he could do was check on Sam.

 

TBC...

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