Dean is seven in this story just so ya'll know. And I'm considering a second chapter which might fill in any blanks. But, uh, enjoy.
And credit for the title goes to my friend, who has an account on Wattpad- Jasper2506
Dean tried to ignore the cold hands against his shoulders, his eyes wondering across the room frantically. He wasn't sure what he was expecting to find that would ease his anxiety, but doing absolutely nothing wasn't a better idea.
His father was sat across from him, bound in the same way as he was. Rope tying each limb to the limb of the chair and around the torso for extra security.
"Keep" John slowly started "Your hands" He went on, eyes coldly commanding the vampires "Off him" He finished, silently challenging the lead vamp to go against his order.
The vampire grinned unsurely with a breathy laugh "Or what?" He mocked, dead eyes lit with amusement.
John's mouth set in a firm line, tension leaking from his body and poisoning the air, unsettling the two unnatural creatures in the room.
Dean was beginning to notice his breathing, trying to calm it down, to stay strong and maybe keep the vamps away. If he could only be like his Dad...
John had seemingly also taken notice of his son's fear, his eyes capturing Dean's flitting ones. Dean dared not look away even when his father did. He couldn't let himself sink back into reality. Reality was too scary right now. His dad wasn't. His dad was a sign of safety. His dad was the best hunter around, he'd get them out of this. Dean tensed when reality dragged him back without warning.
Pain flared along his neck, sharp fangs digging further into the fresh wound, warm blood spilling from the side of his throat, whatever blood that didn't get sucked up by the vampire leaking down Dean's neck and shoulder. The young boy tried to keep in any cries or signs of distress, looking back into his dad's eyes, seeking out the comfort he needed.
John's mouth twitched and his nose flared as he glared at the hideous monster that dared to even touch his son. His hands worked furiously behind the chair, each one trying to unknot the uncomfortable and restricting binds "You get the hell away from him you son of a bitch" He warned.
The vamp pulled away from Dean's neck, and John couldn't unsee the wince his son made. The cocky monster smiled "Or what, Daddy-o?" He started stepping closer "What are you going to do, huh? Cos it doesn't look to me like you'll be going anywhere soon. And neither-" He leaned down "Is he" He whispered maliciously.
John's lips mimicked the movement of a smile, but they were twitching furiously from the effort, rage seething off him in waves.
"No. See, we're gonna feed on him nice and slow. And you will have to watch. Every. Second. Of it"
"Oh yeah?" John's smile hadn't really eased up, but there was something different about it. Some kind of sick amusement or something. The feeling of victory maybe.
In a sudden flash of movement, a dulled shard of metal lightly doused in red had replaced the vampires head. The other vampire, who hadn't done a damn thing the entire time, finally sprang into action. Unfortunately, he smartly didn't go after the armed man and instead went straight for the kid.
Cold hands gripped Dean's neck again, pulling his head back and placing sharp nails against the exposed flesh. Dean basically stopped breathing at that point, fear telling him it was too dangerous.
John had cut through the rest of the bonds by now, and was standing in a battle stance, but he was frozen in place "Let him go" It sounded like an order, but somewhere in that hard voice, he was pleading.
"Tell you what-" The vamp released the pressure his claws had been providing, and neither failed to notice the gasp of air Dean pulled in at that moment, but both ignored it "You let me walk out of here, I let your son keep his head on"
John wanted to say no straight up, but one look at Dean and he couldn't. Dean was choking in forced amounts of air, pain too easy to read in his body language, eyes too glazed to be healthy. John let the knife fall, all tension leaving his body to show he wouldn't fight.
The vamp studied him for a while before completely letting his hold leave the boy and running toward the exit. John forced his instinct to run after the evil son of a bitch down and instead went after his son.
John picked up the knife and wasted no time in slicing all the rope and freeing Dean. The boy basically collapsed with all the adrenaline leaving his body. He collapsed right into his father's arms, chest heaving tightly, the pain in his neck increasing and his whole body shaking like a damn leaf.
John held on tighter, one hand moving to keep pressure on the fresh wound "It's alright now" He whispered, looking towards the exit vamp two had used with suppressed anger "You're safe, I've got you" He assured his son.
Dean closed his eyes, a tear slipping out and a last heavy breath ending his body's shakes. He curled in tighter to his father's chest, relief beginning to overpower the fear.
"Let's get you back to Bobby, eh?" 'Him and Sam must be worried sick by now, how long have we been gone?'
Dean nodded minutely. He didn't have the strength to speak yet.
This is all for now, thoughts? Should I do a second chapter?