A/N: I've decided to write another vampire story and this is what I've come up with:) Please let me know what you think and thank you for reading.

WARNING: Rated M, mature content

Avery's head was spinning as she stumbled through the door of her apartment, she knew she was slowly but surely losing control.

Dean's hold tightened on her and he pulled her closer to his body, his mouth leaving her lips and travelling further down her throat.

Avery moaned and tilted her head back, revealing the soft skin of her neck and giving him better access.

Dean felt her pulse beneath his lips and heard the blood rushing through her veins. He groaned as the sweet smell of her skin hit his senses.

That woman was more than ready for him and it would be one hell of a night.

Avery's hands moved impatiently over his chest, trying to get rid of the black coat he was wearing.

She quickly freed him and started to unbutton his shirt hastily. Dean grinned at her and her heart picked up pace.

Avery was a little surprised how badly she wanted to touch and feel that stranger's skin. The urge was almost painful and the demanding pounding between her legs was proof enough that she needed him.

Though she had been a little scared when she met him at the bar she had decided to take him home with her.

After she had caught her boyfriend and supposedly best friend having sex in her bed she simply needed someone to ease her pain.

But now, as Dean's hands slipped under her shirt and his lips pressed to hers again, stealing a hot kiss, she wasn't thinking about anyone else.

Her lips parted willingly and their tongues met for the first time. As soon as their mouths connected Dean knew that this girl from the bar was toxic.

Avery's whole body started to tingle and she wondered what the hell was happening to her. She had never felt that way with a man before.

They both moaned loudly as they kissed heatedly in the darkness of the hallway of Avery's apartment.

Finally, Avery managed to strip the shirt off of Dean and her fingertips felt the skin of his perfect toned chest.

Her fingernails raked excrutiatingly slow down his body and over his abdomen; muscles flexing under her touch.

Dean's moans and groans vibrated in the back of his throat. He was growing impatient but he never broke the kiss as he ripped her shirt apart, his hands landing on her breasts covered by a lacy black bra.

Avery's surprised yelp was muffled by Dean's mouth and she helplessly dug her nails into his broad shoulders as his hands started their sweet torture, massaging and squeezing the full mounds.

Dean backed her up and pressed her to the mirror on the wall of the hall. She shivered as she felt the cold surface from head to toe.

"How do you want it, babe?" Dean asked hoarsely, breaking their kiss. Avery was breathing heavily as she looked up into his eyes.

She noticed an animalistic hunger in them that she couldn't define. His desire for her was evident and pressing hard to her core.

And it was all because of her.

She cleared her throat before she spoke up. "Right here. I want you to fuck me right here, against the mirror." It sounded so raspy and weak that Avery was dismayed at her own voice.

Dean raised one eyebrow and smiled wickedly at her. "I like your style." He stated and his hands slipped down her body and found their way under her skirt, pushing the material roughly out of the way.

Avery's arousal filled the air and Dean's eyes widened when he saw that she wasn't wearing anything beneath the short skirt.

"I correct myself, I love your style." Dean chuckled and Avery blushed a little at his words.

Actually, it was the first time that she had dared to go to a public place without putting any underwear on.

And of course she had to run into Dean Winchester that night. It would change her life permanently.

Before she had the chance to reply something, Dean had already lifted her up easily and thrusted up into her as he pulled her down onto his length at the same time.

Avery leaned her head against the mirror and cried out in pleasure as Dean filled her completely.

They started to move together at a record pace; Avery's back hit the mirror every time Dean pushed hard into her.

She feared for a minute that it might shatter from their movement. The sweet friction caused her to close her eyes but Dean made her stop.

"Look at me. I want you to remember this." He whispered and Avery had no idea what his words meant and didn't know that she was going to find out soon.

Dean felt her quickly getting closer and slowed his movements, not letting her climax.

"What the...?" She cursed breathlessly. "Dean, please...so close."

"I know. But we're playing by my rules, sweetheart." His lips moved along her neck and his fangs sprang out, grazing her flesh.

He wanted to taste her sweet blood already. He had waited long enough.

"Dean, what...?" Avery choked out. Her whole body tensed and Dean chuckled at her reaction.

"Relax, babe. It's not going to hurt. That much." He said quietly into her ear and picked up pace again, pounding deep and hard into her.

Avery squeezed her eyes shut as a hot wave washed over her. Dean sunk his fangs into her skin at the same time and Avery cried out in pleasure and pain; her orgasm dampened the pain a little as Dean drew the blood from her vein.

He couldn't hold back his own release any longer and he quickly let go of her and buried his face in the crook of her neck and allowed himself to explode inside of her.

Avery was feeling dizzy and she looked confused at him, fear and hurt shining through her eyes.

Dean slipped out of her and supported her when her legs gave out.

"Easy." He said nonchalantly and picked her up bridal style. Avery looked up at him.

Through the daze she still could see his face but she was too weak to speak. Dean smiled down at her.

Her blood was slowly dripping down the perfect column of her neck, leaving dark traces on her white skin.

Her smell filled the air; a sweet mixture of her arousal and blood. She looked so beautiful and he almost wished he could stay with her.

"Okay, let's get you to bed, girl." He walked down the hall and into the bedroom. Carefully, he put her down onto the matress and put the blanket over her body.

Her reaction to a vampire bite was absolutely normal, people tended to pass out after the loss of such an amount of blood.

Dean had to act fast now and feed her his blood before it was too late. He smiled at the thought as he sat down next to her on the bed.

He loved to drink blood from women and then turn them into vampires after the sex. It was Dean Winchester's specialty.

"Avery, wake up." He tapped her cheeks lightly and her eyes fluttered open.

Before she had the chance to do anything, he quickly opened the vein on his wrist and forced her to drink his blood.

She protested weakly but didn't have a chance; one drop of vampires' blood was enough to turn a human.

Dean stood up from the bed and Avery slipped back into unconciousness. He quickly glanced back at her and disappeared out of the room, closing the bedroom door quietly.

The pain and fever would start in about an hour and last for twenty-four hours. If she survived, she would wake up as a vampire again.

Dean prefered not to stick around for that. He would have loved to know what had happened to all the girls that he had turned though.

How many of them had survived the turning process? How many of them were out there looking for revenge?

He didn't know and it was for the best that way.

Dean retrieved his shirt and coat from the floor of the hall and put them on before stepping out of the apartment with a smile.

"Dean? Hey, you okay?" Sam's voice sounded through the room but didn't reach Dean's mind. He heard that his brother was saying something but he couldn't make out the exact words.

Sam frowned as Dean continued to stare at one point behind Sam's back. He had been sitting like that for at least fifteen minutes and Sam started to worry.

He turned around in his chair and looked behind his back to see whether there was something outside that Dean was looking at. But he didn't see anything unusual.

Sam shook his head and turned back to his brother who still hadn't moved. "Dean!" He said a little louder and Dean's head shot in his direction.

"Huh? What happened?" He asked confused and had to blink a few times until he could see Sam's face clearly.

Sam narrowed his eyes at him, trying to see what was going on. "Nothing, I just wanted to know how you were doing."

Dean had stormed into his office, on edge and hyperactive. His jokes were even worse than usual and Sam had known that something significant must have happened that night.

But as always, Dean refused to talk to him.

Dean got up from his seat with a sigh and took a few steps through Sam's office. He couldn't stop thinking about Avery.

It was stupid and he couldn't believe it himself, but he regretted that he left her alone. She was about to endure such a torturous process and he should have stayed with her. He knew himself that it was no fun to get turned and it helped a lot if you didn't have to go through all the pain by yourself.

Dean sighed again and glanced at his watch. He had left her thirty minutes ago; the pain would start in another thirty minutes, plenty of time for him to get back to her apartment before the horrific twenty-four hours began.

Dean stopped in front of a painting and looked intently at it. "You do realize that you paid way too much for that fruit bowl, right?" He said with a grin but it quickly faltered and he turned serious again.

"I made a huge mistake, Sammy."

"What did you do?" Sam asked cautiously but before Dean could answer there was a knock on the door.

The door opened and Jamie stepped inside, smiling brightly. "Honey, I'm home." She joked and walked around the desk to kiss her husband.

"Aren't I supposed to say that?" Sam whispered and pulled her onto his lap.

"Whatever." Jamie rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, joining their mouths again.

Dean couldn't help but smile; his little brother was married to a wonderful woman who made him happy and he was more than thankful for that.

Jamie broke the kiss and turned to Dean, sensing that his emotions were all over the place. "Dean, what's wrong?" She asked without further small talk, cutting to the chase.

Dean smiled nervously and shoved his hands in the pockets of his coat.

"Long story. But you guys shouldn't worry, I'm going to fix it now, okay?" He said like a little school boy asking his parents for permission.

Sam and Jamie smiled lovingly at him and Dean waved quickly goodbye and disapppeared out of Sam's office.

Jamie sighed and leaned her head onto Sam's shoulder.

"He's turned another girl, right? But this time he hasn't remained unaffected." She whispered quietly and Sam's eyes widened.

"How can you tell? He'd been sitting here for almost half an hour and I couldn't figure out what was on his mind."

Jamie chuckled and turned her head, placing a kiss onto Sam's neck. "I'm a woman and I notice those kinda things."

Sam put his arms around her waist and kissed her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo. "How was your day?"

Jamie smiled at his words, Sam never seemed to get tired of asking her that everyday.

"It was okay, but I couldn't wait to get home to you." She answered and snuggled closer to him.

Sam's hand moved carefully under her shirt and gently started to caress her stomach. Jamie bit her bottom lip and sighed.

"I know you're probably exhausted and don't feel like doing anything..." He said cautiously.

He really didn't want to force his wife since she had just gotten home after working at the hospital for forty-eight hours, but he was aching for her and wished she wouldn't reject him.

"Mhm, only if you carry me to the bedroom, 'cause I can't move. And don't expect any extras tonight."

"Deal." Sam chuckled at her answer and slowly got up with Jamie in his arms, heading to their bedroom.

Dean rushed into Avery's bedroom and stopped at the doorway, breathing heavily. He looked over to the bed and found her lying between the sheets, sleeping peacefully.

But that was going to change soon. In about five minutes his blood would kick in and start the turning process.

Dean calmed himself and sat down in the chair next to her bed, determined to stay with her during the following hours.

He didn't know why but he needed to stay with her, he didn't want to leave her alone.

What had he gotten himself into?

Dean sighed heavily and leaned back in the chair, cursing his own stupidity and carelessness.