Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, Dean or Sam, I'm just borrowing them and I give them back when I 've finished
BLOOD DESIRE
In case Sam was following him, Dean nervously looked over his shoulder as he entered the sleazy back street tavern. Its patrons didn't come here for the décor they came for their fix, whether that was drink, sex, drugs or blood, this was the place to come. At the bar Dean ordered a whiskey and downed it in one; it took a little edge of his desire. Knowing the look the bartender silently poured Dean another.
Taking his drink Dean moved to a dark booth in the corner and sat down; as he started to roll the glass between the palms of his hands he shot a quick glance at the door next to the gents' toilets. Deep down he knew it was wrong to desire the taste of blood. A single drop hadn't touched his lips since Rocky Mountain National Park, not until that freaking genie had screwed with his head, shown him what his life could have been like if his mother had lived and Sammy would have been happy with Jessica. He knew it wasn't real but God he had wanted to stay there so badly it still hurt. Swallowing the whiskey in one, he found it no longer dulled his pain of his loss, the emptiness he felt; there was only one thing that did that. Getting up he walked across the floor, struggling with his inner self he knew he was letting his brother down, he was letting himself down but he was only human after all and this desire had taken a hold of him, pulling him down just like the others that frequented this dive, they came here to dull the pain that was their lives. Reaching the door near the gents he tapped twice and waited
"Password" a gruff male voice came from the other side
"Angel" Dean informed him, ironically the password was always vampire related
The door opened ajar, a thin goatee bearded face appeared "Hi Dean, my man how's it going?"
"The usual Stevie, is Cindy here"
Stevie nodded "Yeah, she's in the back"
Dean heard the door close behind him as he headed down the dimly lit narrow corridor towards the back room, on the way he looked into the other rooms, what he saw didn't shock him or disgust him, he was after all one of them, an ex blood bank member.
Entering the room he stopped in his tracks and let his eyes roam freely over Cindy's body. She was already high on the taste of blood as she lay on one of the two ripped old sofas. As usual her long red hair flowed messily around her shoulder and the plain blue dress she was wearing was short and to Dean's taste revealing, he liked how she didn't care about showing her tasting scars unlike him, absentmindedly he rubbed his fingers over his hidden scars on his right arm.
Seeing Dean enter, she was unable to hide her desire at the thought of tasting Dean's blood again, she hadn't tasted anything like it before; there was something different, intoxicating about it that left her wanting more. Calling out his name she immediately jumped up from the old sofa and rushed across the room forcefully pushing Dean backwards against the wall
Dean's grunt of pain as his back connected with the wall was masked by Cindy's lips being thrust again his; willingly he parted his lips to allow her eager tongue to invade his mouth. Unable to resist his desire, he started to passionately kiss her back. Hearing her moan out in pleasure as his tongue slipped into her mouth he effortlessly picked her up in his strong arms. She in return wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her towards the old sofa "I've missed you Dean"
He put her down on the sofa. "I see I've some catching up to do" pulling out his penknife, he took her arm turning it over to reveal cuts and scars at various healing stages on her inner arm, he cut her just below the elbow with his penknife, as the blood began to seep out from the cut he sunk to his knees and licked the warm velvety tasting blood before he started sucking eagerly on the cut. She leaned back against the sofa and closed her eyes as she felt Dean sucking on her arm; he was turning her sexually on.
When Dean felt the buzz he stopped and licked his lips, "You taste so good"
"I need you" she leaned forward reaching down to the buttons on his jeans
"Not here, let's go to my car" Dean told her as he rose to his feet.
Outside Dean led her towards the impala. To Dean she was an easy lay, ex-blood bank member, taken by vampires at a fairly early age, used by vampires for sex and food until she was rescued by hunters. She knew the score, ex-blood bankers gave their blood freely to each other; sex was the individual's choice as to whether they did it with their donor or not.
Dean climbed into the back of his impala as he removed his jacket; Cindy climbed in and quickly straddled him as their lips franticly kissed each other. She once again reached down to unbutton his jeans whilst kissing his neck "God Dean fuck me" she kissed him again on his neck "I need to taste you"
"One thing at a time sweetheart" Dean replied taking off his outer shirt and T-shirt. He removed his penknife from his pocket and cut into his own arm just like he had done on her earlier, she licked the warm blood from the cut before sucking on it, whilst her hand reached down into Dean's jeans and pulled out his hard column of flesh between his legs. He moaned and arched his back as she stroke the hard head of his column before she thrust it deep inside her. Dean grabbed her cut arm and sucked on the still open wound whilst she moaned and rode him. They became lost each other, in the buzz of the blood and sexual ecstasy.
It was after midnight when Dean crept back into the motel room; to his relief Sam was asleep. He quietly undressed and slipped into bed, he didn't know how many more nights he could keep what he was doing a secret from his brother. He knew he wouldn't be able bear the look of disappointed in Sammy's eyes when he found out the truth of what he had become, in the words of Jack Turner he was a filfthy blood junkie.
The next morning Dean woke to the aroma of coffee, rubbing his eyes he sat up to find Sam sat on his own bed watching him.
"You came in late last night, did you have a good time" Sam asked
"Oh yeah, a very good time" Dean smirked
"What's her name?"
"I never kiss and tell and besides, she not the type of girl you bring back to meet the family"
Sam smirked he knew the type of girl Dean normally went for "Well while you were having you fun last night Joseph phoned, he needs help cleaning out a nest, I said I'd run it by you"
"Sounds good to me"
"Are you sure after last time?"
"Of course why shouldn't I be?" Dean asked puzzled
"Because between the vampires and Jack Turner they nearly killed you" Sam replied
"Yeah but they didn't, so are we done cause I need a shower" Dean climbed out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, he closed the door behind him, effectively ending the conversation.
Dean sat in the impala waiting for Sam to finish packing; pulling out his cell phone he rang Stevie, he knew the network of ex-blood bankers up and down the country "Hi Stevie its Dean, I'm moving on"
"O man where too?" Stevie asked
"Somewhere near Lake Michigan, I need to get in touch with other ex blood bankers in that area?"
"I hear you man, I'll get back to you"
"Thanks" Dean ended the call
Sam packed up his gear taking once last glance around the motel room before he closed the door and headed towards the impala. Sam climbed in and found Dean eating "What's with all the chocolate?"
"Gives me strength and I got a long drive ahead of us" Dean replied what he was really thinking was that he didn't know when his next blood fix would be and the chocolate would curb his desire for awhile.
As Dean drove the impala out of the car park and onto the road Sam asked him "Do you think Chrissie will have joined another nest?"
"Probably"
"Do you think she still wants you?"
"Don't know don't care" Dean replied gripping the wheel, if it hadn't been for that vampire bitch he wouldn't be in this mess, if he ever saw her again he was going to end her.
They arrived late afternoon at the co-ordinates Joseph had sent them, climbing out of the impala they were met by Joseph "hey boys, glad you could come"
"Anything we can do to help" Sam replied shaking hands with Joseph
"Dean, you're looking better then the last time I saw you" Joseph grabbed Dean's hand and shook it
"Yeah, thanks again for helping me" Dean replied
"No problem, you ok now, no side effects with the whole blood thing?" Joseph asked
"I fine" Dean lied
"So who's here" Sam said taking the unwanted attention of his brother
"Billy, Scott and Matt Schofield" Joseph replied "Come on I'll show you where the nest is and where we've set up surveillance."
As they walked behind Joseph, Dean asked "Matt Schofield isn't he that shrink you wanted me to see?"
"Yeah, he's not only a shrink he runs a support group"
"O great"
TBC
