The first thing Dean noticed was the smell... The rotting, putrid metallic tinge that could only mean blood. And it burnt his nose, or was it the steady stream of blood dripping out of it? Next was the pounding on his forehead, the tightness which indicated that a considerably big bruise was forming... He had a bruise?
He had been hit?
He had been hit.
How? Why? Dean went to hold his head but didn't get very far, his arms were stuck.
Dean opened his eyes slowly and as his fuzzy vision sharpened he realised what predicament he was in. He pulled his arms more violently and the clang of chains echoed throughout the room. A room that had blood splattered up the walls and more chains hanging from the ceiling, each rusted and most dinted and broken. All except the ones that had Dean pinned to the wall, great.
What had happened? He'd been on a hunt... But how had he ended up chained to a wall, and not in the kinky way?
.oO0 Earlier in the day 0Oo.
"Dean, so, get this, there have been numerous disappearances and murders in Elk City." Sam said as he dumped himself down in a chair opposite the elder, sleeping Winchester.
Dean groaned and pretended to be asleep, "Probably just regular problems the local sheriff can sort out."
Sam laughed slightly, "Not if the sheriff is locked up on the murder charge."
Dean raised his brow but still didn't get up. "Happens more than you think, Sammy." He turned away from his younger brother trying in vain to get back to sleep.
"Yeah, defiantly." Sam looked at his computer again. "They always drain the victim of their blood."
Dean stretched and sat up in his seat. "That's not normal."
Sam immediately turned to Dean, sporting one of his bitch faces and sighed overdramatically, "You think?"
Sam looked back to his laptop and carried on reading through the article.
"The quiet town of Elk City, Kansas, has been shaken by the recent development in the disappearances of a few of the locals. Sheriff Tony Grayson is now being held under suspicion of kidnapping and charged with murder of Jessi Blake; one of the people who has disappeared."
All Sam got in response was a grunt and the sound of snoring. In return, Sam kicked Dean. "Did you even listen?"
Dean jumped with a snort, "Yes, yeah, I heard. People disappeared, people died. Usual Tuesday."
"It sounds like our type of thing." Sam said with annoyance edging is voice.
"What sounds like your type of thing?" Came a tired voice.
Cas walked over to the table, his eyes had bags under them and even though he was an angel, he looked as though he could really use a good nights sleep.
"Good morning, Cas." Dean mumbled as he cracked open a beer that had been left on the table from the night prior.
Cas gave a disapproving look at Deans decision for breakfast. "Really?"
Dean frowned and stared at the beer bottle, then back to Cas. "Oh well, it's 6:00pm somewhere." He took a swig of his beer.
"Cas, you should really get some sleep." Sam said, not turning around. "I can practically hear your lack of sleep."
"You cannot hear a persons lack of sleep." Cas stated, sporting his signature wince and tilt of the head.
.oO00Oo.
Dean slammed his head on the wall in frustration, he had been on a hunt. And by the way he remembered, it was fanged and blood sucky. Vampires. God, Dean hated vampires; always messy to kill.
If he was on a hunt, where was Sam? Dean was just casually chained to a wall and he couldn't see Sam anywhere. Maybe Sam was in a worried and brotherly panic whilst frantically searching for him in every nook and cranny...
Yeah, likely.
But Sam would be looking for him, and that was one thing to keep in mind.
.oO00Oo.
"Alright, Elk City, lovely quiet town with residence of around 350. And if you look to your left-" Dean received an elbow to the chest by Sam.
"Would you shut up? We don't need a running commentary filled with all the facts that you read on Wikipedia."
Dean just laughed at his brothers annoyance and carried on driving around, scoping the place out.
"Its only a one nest of vamps, should be a day job, get this done, get out because from what I know, there aren't any motels here..." Dean sighed, his commentary coming to an end.
"It will be a simple job." Cas said from the back.
Dean frowned a bit, he had been highly opposed letting Cas come on this hunt, what with him sick with the spell that Rowena had put on him. But Cas just wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Well, we can hope so." Sam said with a small smile.
Dean turned Baby down a road labelled as 'Marion Street' and parked up. "Alright, Cas and I will scope the area out, Sammy, you go and talk to Sheriff Grayson's wife, find out anything unusual, other than the fact that he is - most likely - a vampire."
"Got it, Fred Jones." Sam had a little smirk as he got out the car and walked off down the street the Sheriffs former residence.
Dean frowned a bit as his mind ticked away, "I am not Fred, Shaggy!" He shouted in retort.
.oO00Oo.
Cas went with him... Oh, god.
"Cas." Deans voice refused to work.
"Cas!" The second attempt echoed through the room.
Dean pulled frantically, the chains not breaking, only making an annoying jingling noise as the hit together. Dean had to get out, Cas could be in trouble.
Dean ceased struggling when a loud click was heard, a heavy door swung open in the shadows of the further reaches of the room and in strode a man. He had a wide smirk on his face. Dean wanted to punch it off. And he had blood covering his face and Dean would bet the bunker that is wasn't the mans own.
The vampire threw something forwards and it landed with a painful thud on the floor.
Cas.
Dean stared down at the unconscious and bleeding form before him, and then looked over to the vampire with pure hatred. "You sonofabitch!" He shouted.
The vampire stepped forwards into the space in front of Dean, blocking Cas from view. He laughed and licked his lips, taking some of the blood with it.
"Now, your boyfriends blood is amazing." He said, basking in the leftover taste.
Dean ignored the relationship assumption and stared daggers into the vampire, "I'll kill you." He growled.
"Oh, you wont kill me. You kinda cant, you're chained to a wall if you didn't notice."
Deans mind was racing, Cas was helpless and Dean was powerless to help him. The vampire spun on his heels and knelt slowly down to the angel.
"You drink from him again and I'll-"
"What makes you think I'll drink from him?" The vampire laughed and it sent cold shivers down Deans spine. "No, it's quite the opposite. He," He gesture to Cas, "Will drink from you."
The colour flowed out of Dean face and left it a white sheet, "No, let him go. Turn me, not him."
Cas groaned slightly and the vampire looked back to him, "You've been a vampire before, you know you can fight it, but Castiel, he will make a very interesting addition to the nest."
The vampire didn't waste much time.
Dean was chained to the wall and could do nothing to stop the vampire throwing Cas to the ground, disorientating him some more. And he couldn't stop the nauseating crack that followed, nor could he stop the vampire slitting his wrist, drawing blood, and forcing it into Cas' mouth.