Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Controlling a Hunter ❯ Chapter 10

Disclaimer: Not mine.

This will end up with JimBobby as well.

 

Chapter 10

 

“Do you think we need to keep Sam down there?” Bobby asked, hating the fact they kept the kid chained down there alone when Sam was in the condition he was. Jim sighed as he thought it over. Sam hadn't done anything; it seemed he couldn't unless it was an instinctive reaction. And it tore at Jim's heart to hear Sam's whimpers and cries whenever they left him.

 

“Okay, but we should still keep him and Dean apart. I don't think Dean would react well to Sam's condition at the moment.” Jim answered. Bobby grinned and bolted for the stairs, leaving Jim behind to chuckle. The flightiness of fledglings was always good for fun.

 

Bobby opened the door to the panic room and smiled when Sam looked over at him and tried to reach for him. Bobby walked inside and sat on the edge of the cot, undoing the wrist chains. Sam's arms immediately wrapped around him as Sam buried his face in Bobby's shirt.

 

“Hey kiddo.” He whispered and Sam made a funny little noise in the back of his throat that they'd come to associate with happiness. Bobby grinned and ran his fingers through Sam's hair, the kid practically purring at the movement. Bobby shifted and Sam whimpered, Bobby made soothing noises as he reached down to unchain Sam's ankles. Sam raised his head and stared curiously down at his feet. He then looked back to Bobby and held his arms out in need. Bobby smiled at him and took Sam's arm, earning a curious look.

“Let's give this a go Sam, nice and slow.” Bobby said and gently tugged on Sam's arm to see what he'd do. He was hoping the kid still knew how to stand and walk. Sam went with the tugging, slowly moving into a sitting position, his wings flexing at being released from their folded position against his back. Sam wavered and whimpered so Bobby wrapped an arm around his shoulders in support.

“That's it, you're doin' great Sam.” He encouraged and then he gently lifted. Sam clung to him as he got Sam into a standing position, ducking a wing as it flexed to full extension briefly. Sam looked up at him fearfully and Bobby smiled at him.

“It's alright, we're just going upstairs, you'll be a lot more comfortable on the couch.” Bobby told him and then he took a step, Sam stumbling clumsily but managing to move with him as his wings folded back in again. Sam stared at him in wonder and Bobby laughed.

“See? It's easy.” He walked slowly out of the room and then simply lifted Sam rather than risking the kid tripping on them.

 

As they reached the top of the stairs the sunlight hit them and Sam whimpered in pain, hiding his face against Bobby's chest. Bobby winced, he hadn't even thought about the fact that while the curtains were drawn there was still a lot more light than there was in the panic room. Jim stood and Bobby moved over to the couch, laying Sam down on it but Sam refused to let go of Bobby's shirt. Sam whimpered again but this time it sounded fearful so Bobby crouched down beside him.

 

“Hey Sam, come on kid, look at me. It's okay, you're safe.” Bobby soothed and Sam slowly raised his head, squinting and blinking as his eyes watered. Bobby ran a gentle hand through Sam's hair, trying to help him relax. Jim moved slowly into view so he wouldn't startle Sam and handed Bobby a glass of juice. Bobby held it to Sam's mouth and he obediently drank. Bobby grinned at him and Sam gave him a lopsided smile in return. Bobby sat down and let Sam' head rest in his lap, mindful of the kids wings but Sam seemed to manage them instinctively. He'd gotten used to seeing them and honestly they were incredible to look at, it was just weird to think of Sam having wings. Then again he now drank blood, was that any less weird? Sam blinked tiredly up at him and then slowly drifted off to sleep, exhausted by the short trip since he was unused to moving around so much.

 

Jim smiled at his childe as Dean woke up. Dean smiled back and eagerly drank down the blood Jim gave him before Jim offered his wrist and let Dean take some of his blood as well. While Dean drank Jim reached into his mind, coaxing another memory towards where Dean could access it. Dean blinked dazedly as he pulled away from his Sire's wrist, automatically licking the wound clean. Jim was pleased when Dean smiled slightly at the memory. It was of Sam letting Dean share his bed at a motel.

 

“Sire?” Dean asked and Jim nodded.

“I...I feel funny. I'm confused.” Dean whispered and Jim nodded, reaching out to run a hand through Dean's hair, smiling as his childe leant into his touch.

 

“I know Dean. I'm doing everything I can to help you. It'll take time Dean and I don't know if you'll ever be fully healed. I'm sorry, I should have warded the house better, and then none of this would have happened. You and Sam would be healthy and happily mated by now.” Jim whispered sadly and Dean nuzzled into his hand.

 

“Don't be sad Sire. Not your fault.” Dean whispered and Jim smiled at him.

“Sire...is Master? Sam?” Dean fumbled to say what he wanted to.

 

“They look a lot alike, don't they?” Jim asked and Dean nodded hesitantly.

 

“That's because they are the same person. Dean...demons took both of you and they did something to Sam that made him into who you call Master.” Jim explained for what felt like the millionth time though this time Dean seemed to be understanding better. Dean was frowning but he was listening.

 

“Where is he? Why hasn't he come to see me? Doesn't he want me anymore?” Dean asked fearfully and Jim shook his head.

 

“No Dean, I know he loves you. But...when the demon that did that to him died something happened to Sam. Physically he's okay but he's hurt worse that you in his mind. You know how you've been remembering things?” Jim paused and Dean nodded.

“Sam isn't. His mind was very badly damaged, he doesn't know how to talk anymore or even walk. I looked into his mind, there are pictures of people tied to emotions but that's all.” Jim explained gently and Dean shivered, curling closer to him.

 

“But I'm there?”

 

“Yes Dean. Sam loves you a lot.” Jim assured him.

 

“I want to see him, please.” Dean pleaded and Jim sighed.

 

“I don't know if that's a good idea Dean. He won't be like you remember.”

 

“Don't care.” Dean stated and Jim smiled, that sounded more like his childe.

 

“We'll see. Now I want you to try some mental exercises for me, to help you in getting your memories back.”

 

Dean shakily made his way down the stairs, his Sire hovering protectively in case he slipped. Dean gave him a proud smile when he made it down without help and Jim smiled back. Dean looked around and then his eyes locked on a familiar figure on the couch. Master.....Sam.......he was asleep, wings curled slightly around him as he lay on the couch. Dean tensed as another vampire entered the room; he bared his teeth, ready to protect his Master if needed. But the younger vampire just held up a glass of juice, moving slowly to place it on the table near Sam.

 

“Easy Dean, that's Bobby. Sam's friend, remember?” Jim told him and Dean frowned. Bobby? He tried to focus like his Sire had been teaching him and slowly he got the image of an older mortal. So the vampire thing was very new. He nodded and he saw his Sire and...brother relax.

 

Dean slowly made his way over to the couch and stared down at his mate. He reached out hesitantly and brushed long hair away from Sam's face gently. Yellow-hazel eyes fluttered open and Dean froze. Sam gave him a funny smile and then reached for him, making an odd noise in the back of his throat. Dean looked at his Sire in confusion.

 

“Sit down and put his head in your lap. We've figured out that noise means he's happy.” Jim explained and Dean gently lifted Sam's head off the couch, slipping under him and putting Sam's head down in his lap. Sam wrapped his arms around his waist and buried his face in Dean's shirt. Dean leant forward resting his head against Sam's back, inhaling the familiar scent. He smiled as he heard the happy noises coming from the one he was holding. His mate and Master was here, safe and needing him. Dean nuzzled at him and Sam returned the gesture shyly.

 

“Incredible.” Bobby breathed and Jim nodded. That was the most responsive they'd seen Sam; sure the kid would make noises when they went to him and when they left but never like that. Maybe it was a good idea to let them be together, maybe, just maybe, it would help them both remember and heal. They watched as Sam curled as close to Dean as he could, practically purring in happiness, Dean nuzzling at Sam, inhaling his scent.

 

Dean gently lifted Sam who made a curious sounding noise. Dean hushed him and then lay down on the couch, placing Sam on top of him. Sam obviously liked their new position and smiled at him, revealing his small fangs. Dean laughed softly and then froze as Sam reached up with a hand to touch Dean's teeth, frowning slightly. Dean playfully nipped at Sam's fingers and Sam made a funny, breathy laughing sound. But then Sam went back to frowning as he ran his fingers over Dean's teeth.

 

“I think he wants to see your fangs childe.” Jim called out softly and Dean nodded before letting his vampiric side out. Sam made the same funny little laughing sound as he touched Dean's fangs, seeming to know to be careful of them.

 

“You like my fangs Sam?” Dean asked quietly and Sam smiled up at him. Dean smiled back and nipped playfully at Sam again. Sam yawned and then snuggled into Dean's embrace, settling in to sleep. Dean looked up at Jim fearfully.

 

“It's okay Dean, Sam sleeps a lot and it's actually good for him. Sleep helps the healing process.” Jim told him and Dean relaxed back onto the couch, holding Sam closely. Dean let his features shift back and then placed a gentle kiss on Sam's head.

 

Dean watched as Jim and Bobby worked together in the kitchen, preparing soft and liquid foods for Sam. He could remember Sam sitting in a diner and eating a hamburger and now he was reduced to things he barely needed to chew. His memories were still messed up and he knew there was a lot he still didn't remember but it was getting easier. Sire was Jim, he remembered him better now, he even remembered him finding and turning him. He didn't remember being human but his sir...Jim told him he'd remember eventually. Pretty much every memory he'd recovered focused on either Jim or Sam. And apparently that was because those were the easiest to have integrate or whatever his sire called it.

 

Dean took the completed tray and headed back into the living room and sat beside Sam who looked up at him and smiled. Dean put the tray in his lap and then helped Sam sit up on the couch. Sam had least seemed to be able to remember what a glass or spoon meant and obediently opened his mouth when one was presented to him. Dean grinned when Sam finished it all and then opened his mouth as if asking for more. It was good to see him gaining more of an appetite.

 

“Jim we need more! Someone's hungry today.” He called softly and a few minutes later Bobby walked in with a new tray. Sam beamed at them and accepted the extra food happily. Once done Dean used a cloth to clean up the little that had gotten on Sam's face and then opened his arms, Sam falling into them happily. Dean held him close and Sam smiled up at him.

“Hey Sammy, you're happy today.” Dean commented and Sam just stared up at him.

“Sam?” Sam simply reached up to touch his face and Dean let him. He stayed utterly still as Sam moved closer to him. Sam bit his lip and then Dean gasped as he felt Sam's lips brushing his. He swallowed but then returned the gentle touch before pulling away. Sam stared up at him in a mixture of curiosity and almost fear.

“Love you too Sammy.” Dean kissed the top of Sam's head and Sam laughed. Dean settled them down to rest for a while.

 

TBC...