DISCLAIMER: I do not and never will own the Winchesters :'( or any thing related to the show Supernatural. Damn. I only own the half vampires, I think.
A/N: my dreams are so fudging weird (okay, if did not get that your fired.)
A/N 2: Sam is 16, Dean is 20.
My tongue licked my lips, way too fast fro the human eye to see. Ah, the curse (or blessing, it just depends), of being half vampire. Skin like stone, but still warm; no heartbeat: skin that can only be broken by silver (really pisses me off when we hunt werewolves); silver allergy (for lack of a better word); oh yeah, and my dad and brother are hunters. The wendigos blood smelled so sweet. My tongue flicked across my 2 inch fangs. My irises were a cold black, I hadn't fed in a while, and my pupils were black slits. I took a fighting stance. The wendigo roared, I lunged. Oh, damn. Dean saw me. Crap. Crap crap crap. Oh well. Too late now.
After a few minutes of fighting the thing, it flung me into a wall. Well, it tried, I spun, crashing into the wall, facing the floor, knees up to my chest. One hand on the wall, one up in the air behind me. I dug my fingers into the cave wall 1.28 centimeters. Yeah my brain was awesome like that. It didn't take me even a second to register the hormone coming off of Dean, were he was, were the wendigo was, and that fact that my dad had come up right behind Dean. I looked up. Dean's breath hitched in his throat, this was all on the back burner! On the front burner however, was the wendigos blood. How to get to it, wendigo flesh was nasty.
I launched my self at it, landing on its chest. Perfect. I dug my fingers into its sternum, and ripped its rib cage apart. Got straight to its heart, and sunk my fangs in. I lost my self in the bloody glory. The wendigo toppled. My added weight caused it to go forward. My head created a spider web crack in the rock I just put a hand out behind me and rolled us over.
I pulled my head up after the thing was dry. My eyes were a glowing crimson. Blood dripped off of one of my fangs. I felt warm. Like my kind always does after we feed. Now, how do I tell my ex-Marine, the world-is-black-and-white-there-are-no-shades-of-grey father what I am?
And that is a question for later! Reviews are to me what pie is to Dean.
