Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Controlling a Hunter ❯ Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

 

Jim slowly opened the heavy door and then slipped into the circular room, staring down at Sam sadly. The physical changes were amazing but what had him worried was the lack of reaction Sam had shown when Bobby had called out to him before. He knelt beside the cot and gently touched Sam's cheek. To his surprise Sam reacted, head moving into his touch.

 

“Sam? Can you hear me?” He called softly and then watched as yellow-hazel eyes slowly opened.

“Sam?” there was no answer and Jim frowned, Sam was looking right at him.

“Samuel?” He tried again and Sam whimpered fearfully when he removed his hand. Frown deepening he replaced his hand and Sam sighed, rubbing his face against Jim's palm. He removed his hand again and Sam whimpered, trying to move closer to him despite the cuffs. There was only one way to know what was going on...but did he dare risk it? Jim sighed and closed his eyes, he had no other choice, this was Sam after all. Few even among his own kind knew that Dean had gotten his abilities from his Sire; Jim was just a lot more powerful due to age.

“It's going to be alright Sam.” He whispered and then reached for Sam's mind cautiously. To his surprise he met no resistance at all.

 

Blank yellow-hazel eyes stared through him as he searched Sam's mind only to come up with nothing concrete. All he got were images of various people and feelings associated with them. His own image was paired with feelings of safety and happiness, explaining Sam's reaction to him. Dean's filled Sam with feelings of love and protectiveness. Bobby felt like family and home. There were images of demons as well and Jim thought it over before erasing them from Sam's memories. It would be safer if Sam did not remember dealing so familiarly with demons, especially Azazel who was paired with respect and the love one would give a parent. John's image was faded in death but invoked feelings of sadness, pride, respect and fatherly love. Mary's image was barely there at all but held regret and love. Once done he slowly pulled out of Sam's mind and Sam blinked, trying to reach for him.

 

“Shh Sam, its okay.” Jim soothed, despite now knowing Sam didn't understand. He gently un-cuffed his arms and pulled Sam up into his embrace. Sam clung to him, whimpering and staring up at him with lost eyes.

“It's going to be okay.” He whispered, a single bloody tear falling from his eye.

 

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Jim sat beside Bobby as he felt his newest Childe beginning to wake. He pinned Bobby and quickly emptied the blood bags down his throat, ignoring the snarls that soon tapered off to contented purrs. Bobby soon passed out again and Jim sat back. He was exhausted; between dealing with a Childe who didn't really know who he was, a human/demon hybrid whose mind had apparently snapped and a new Childe he was being stretched a lot further than he was used to. He really didn't know what to do about Sam or Dean, though he figured if he could fix one than their bond would help the other. At least he knew what he was doing with Bobby. Though he dreaded telling Bobby about Sam's condition.

 

It was several hours before Bobby showed signs of waking again and Jim had more blood bags ready in case he was hungry. He watched as Bobby twitched and then groaned before slowly opening his eyes.

 

“Jim?” Bobby croaked out and Jim was happy that Bobby had truly woken up.

 

“I'm here Bobby. Just relax and don't try to move too much yet.” Jim told him, reaching out to take his hand.

 

“What happened?” Bobby asked, staring around.

“What are we doing at my house?”

 

“What's the last thing you remember?” Jim countered and Bobby frowned, thinking back. Something was different; Bobby knew that, but what?

 

“We got the Colt and were trying to track the boys....we were attacked....” he sat up, searching for the wounds he remembered but they were gone.

“Jim? Where are Sam and Dean?”

 

“They're safe.”

 

“I should be injured but... Jim how long as it been? What happened?” Bobby asked, leaning back against the couch weakly.

 

“Here, this will help.” Jim held out the blood pack and Bobby's eyes went wide.

 

“I'm...you....”

 

“I changed you to save your life. I tried to take you to the hospital but everyone I tried was surrounded by demons. I asked before doing it, you said yes.” Jim told him and Bobby took the pack, staring at it in shock. He looked up at Jim, looking more lost than Jim had ever seen the hunter.

“It'll be alright Bobby; I'll teach you everything you need to know.” Jim assured him and Bobby nodded slowly. He opened the pack and his eyes shifted to gold as he smelt the blood, his fangs emerging. He shakily raised it to his mouth and then swallowed hungrily as the blood rushed into his mouth.

 

“Is this....”

 

“Human. Unusable donor blood but it's safe for us. You need human since you're just a baby in vampire terms.” Jim told him softly and Bobby stared down at the empty packet.

 

“So what now?”

 

“You regain you strength and I teach you. Also....when I shot Azazel, it did something to Sam. He remembers us now at least but...his mind snapped somehow. I looked through his mind and all there was were pictures of people linked with emotions...no thoughts or anything. I managed to remove those of demons; just in case we're tracked I don't want him to let them take him. I've got him locked in your panic room for now. Dean's upstairs, I managed to strengthen out old bond so he'll do as I say but....he knows I'm his Sire but he doesn't know me. Somehow Sam and Dean were linked mentally with Sam in control of it. Without being told what to do Dean just lies there for the most part. He thinks and reacts but....he doesn't remember. I've been searching his mind and I've found some memories but reintegrating them is hard. I need your help Bobby, Sam knows you and he sees you as a parental figure. I'm hoping that can help him. If we can fix one of them then they can use their bond to try and help the other.” Jim explained and Bobby just sat in shocked silence as he learnt how badly off the two young men were.

 

“Can they...will they ever be the same as they were?” He finally asked softly and Jim shrugged.

 

“I don't know, I've never seen anything like this before.” The older vampire admitted.

 

“I want to see Sam, please.” Bobby said and Jim nodded, standing up and offering a hand to Bobby.

 

“He might not recognise you at first.” Jim warned and Bobby frowned making him smile.

 

“Have you ever seen an old vampire Bobby? You look like you're in your mid-twenties now. Bobby's eyes went wide as he stood with Jim's help. He turned to a nearby mirror and stared in shock at his reflection. Greying hair was now thick and dark, wrinkles gone and he was fitter than he'd been in years.

 

“Wow.” He muttered and Jim laughed.

 

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Bobby sat beside Sam, the young man's head pillowed in his lap. He ran shaking fingers through shoulder length dark hair, taking in all the physical changes Sam had undergone. But even with the changes the kid was still Sam, he just hoped they could heal his mind. He froze as Sam whimpered, yellow-hazel eyes slowly opening to stare up at him. Sam whimpered and tried to pull away from him fearfully.

 

“It's okay Sammy, it's me, Uncle Bobby.” Bobby soothed softly and Sam blinked, his struggles slowing.

“That's it, you know me kiddo.” He kept talking, telling Sam about the times Sam had been left at his house as a child while John was hunting and Sam slowly relaxed, letting Bobby stroke his hair. Thankfully, since he had been well fed Sam didn't smell tempting and Jim had warned him about the effects demon blood had on vampires; it was part of the reason Dean was so badly off. Bobby slowly unchained Sam's hands and shifted so the kid was reclining in his arms before picking up a glass of water and holding it to Sam's lips.

 

Sam made a funny little noise in the back of his throat but didn't attempt to drink. Bobby tipped the glass until the water wet Sam's lips and the kid parted his lips, darting his tongue out to taste the liquid. He kept slowly tipping small amounts into Sam's mouth and Sam obediently swallowed until the glass was empty. Bobby had no idea how they were going to get him to eat.

 

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Jim removed his wrist and Dean licked his lips to get every last drop of his Sire's blood. Once that was done Jim slowly entered his Childe's mind, searching for memories of his life before being captured by Azazel. He searched gently, looking at Dean's memories of his time with Sam as his Master and he was happy that Sam had at least treated Dean well. It was amazing actually that Sam had never raised his hand against his Slave, not very demonic behaviour so hopefully that was his human personality peeking through. Jim smiled as he found Dean's first memory of Sam, seeing him in the bar. He gently tugged the memory, pulling it from the deepest recesses of Dean's mind to where he would be able to consciously access it. He was not proud of his Childe's actions in the memory but it was still important, showing Dean that Sam had not always been his Master but had in fact bee under Dean's power. As long as Dean could make the connection between Sam and Master, there were some significant physical differences after all. Sam having wings was not going to be easy to hide, unless Sam was able to do it himself. He gently pulled out of Dean's mind and his Childe blinked slowly as Jim removed his influence.

 

“Dean?” Jim called and Dean looked at him.

“Do you remember meeting Sam?” He asked gently and Dean frowned before his face softened.

 

“There was a bar, he was scared of me....” Dean whispered.

 

“That's good Dean. Can you remember anything else about him?” Jim pushed and Dean frowned again.

 

“Smells good....tall....he sort of...he sort of looks like Master.” Dean puzzled and Jim nodded, wondering how much he should say to Dean. Would he understand and accept it even if he did tell him? Well it was worth a shot.

 

“Dean I need to tell you what's going on and I need you to listen, okay?”

 

“Yes Sire.” Came the immediate, obedient response. Jim sat down beside him and Dean curled towards him automatically, seeking the comfort of his Sire's presence in the absence of his Master. Jim let him and even moved to hold him gently.

 

“Sam is the one you call Master. The two of you were lured from my home by demons. They did something to both of you. Sam was a Hunter before he met you, you protected him from the rest of your nest and eventually called me for help when you realised he was your Mate. You convinced him and another Hunter he was with, Bobby, to leave and go with you. The three of you came to my home for safety from your old nest. But you vanished the next day.” Jim explained and Dean bit his lip.

 

“I don't understand. Master can't be Sam.” Dean denied and Jim gently stroked his fingers through Dean's hair, comforting him.

 

“When Sam was a baby the demon Azazel killed his mother and did something to him. It drove his father into hunting. Azazel wanted Sam and he used you to get him. Sam was human and now he is more demonic than human. The two of you shared a mental bond but you were the one in control of it. The demons reversed the bond Dean, made it so Sam could control you, your memories, everything. I killed Azazel to free both you and Sam. Bobby and I are trying to help both of you heal and remember who you used to be.” Jim explained and he could see Dean didn't really understand but that was okay...it would start making sense as Jim helped Dean regain more of his memories.

 

TBC...