Auth. Note: Hey everyone! This is my first story I've decided to post on here so please be gentle. I don't own Supernatural. Please review!
The Georgia chill was unforgiving. It shook Dean awake from his unconsciousness. Blood was caked on his face from his hairline to his cheek. Groggily he lifted his battered face to the night sky and took in the sight. Thousands of twinkling stars so bright, considering the absence of city lights to drown them out. The moon was hidden behind clouds, waiting for the best moment to come out. Despite his current situation, the landscape brought a momentary calm to him. Sam taught him how to appreciate things like that. As much as he resisted the pansy, artistic side of Sam, he got through somehow. Now he didn't even know whether Sam was alive or dead. If he was alive, hopefully he wasn't about to walk into this blind.
'I hope he's ok.' Dean fought through the haze to pray.
Breezes blew by and rattled Dean to the very core. His shirt had been torn from his torso hours earlier and he had been left to bleed, suffer and freeze chained against the barbed wire fence. The fence was meant to keep the cows from running amuck and getting loose, but now it was slicing and dicing Dean's back. Every time he moved even the slightest new cuts would form and old ones would reopen. The chains on his wrists were so tight and didn't allow much struggling. He could barely feel his fingers. Without too much movement he strained his head to look at the barn about 40 yards away. A fairly large structure with red painted rotted wood. It had two doors, one was more like a garage though. The other had a screen door that clattered against the door frame every time the breeze blew by. The moon came from behind the clouds and shined brightly. Something caught Dean's eye from the side of the house. The Impala! He was happy and pissed off at the same time. They kidnapped him and his baby! They were going to pay for touching his car. 'They' were vampires. The same creatures whose name is spoken and laughed at. At least laughed at by Dean.
He hadn't seen much movement from or around the barn in a while. No sign of the vamps who brought him there.
'Always vampires.' He chuckled, remembering the first time he had even been told they existed.
That's all Dean knew about his captors. He only remembers seeing a glimpse of them as he was thrown, bound and half conscious from the bump on his head. Before that he was standing next to the Impala outside of the local bar. Waiting for a tall redheaded spitfire to come out and show him a good time. He and Sammy were between hunts and Dean wanted a taste of the local color. Sammy was back at the room, picking up women was never a hobby of his, but for Dean it was a full-fledged sport. Dean thought he preferred pay-per-view as opposed to the real thing. Less pressure.
A bump on the head and a few hours of lost time later and here he was, chained to a barb-wire fence and a few yards away from a nest of vamps that could drain the life force out of him within minutes. But Dean knew thats not their style of doing things. He knew how much they liked to play with their food and the thought of the coming games stuck in his mind.
A rustling came from the brush a few feet away. Dean slowed his breath and stiffened. Waiting for impending doom. It was starting.
Thanks for reading! Sorry for such a short chapter. The next one will be longer! Please review!