Teeth ripped into his flesh. He moaned not able to do anything but lay there and take it. It's been like this for what seems like months. He heard some girl cackle as she forcibly turned his head to look at her. Her eyes were blood red and her fangs stuck out covered in his blood. He was hanging on a cross as a joke. They thought it was funny, much to his confusion. His hands were nailed into the wood as well as his feet bound together tightly. He couldn't change. It would snap his body in half.

"Now, now Sissy. Just because he's hard to kill doesn't mean you get to see what does." A man's deep voice echoed.

Sissy pouted, her lower lip sticking out. "I'm not trying to kill him. He tastes so yummy. Besides he glows and I love looking at him Vlad."

Vlad grinned. "Well it is true. We should feast some more than try to figure out where the hell others like him are.

He shuddered and a terrified whimper escaped his throat. He tried to move again but Vlad quickly ran a narrow spike through his chest. Pain exploded throughout him and he opened his mouth in a silent scream. Blood poured down his mouth and throat. Vlad jerked his head up and started licking the blood away. Then he sank his fangs in as Sissy followed suit at the other side. He wished the pain would just end.

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Sam crouched down low, waiting for John to give him the signal to go. There were two vampires in the broken down house. The Elders told them that the vampires had killed over 200 people this month. Sam gritted his teeth in disgust. Stupid cousins of the Eternals. Eternals were more sophisticated vampires. They could go out in the sun, and had permanently little sharp fangs. They could also had emotion powers and mind powers. Vampires were just mongrels.

"Kay, let's go son" John ordered, moving towards the house.

Sam nodded following close behind. They got inside and Sam was disgusted. There was a naked muscular guy tied and nailed to a cross. His bright green eyes were glazed over in pain and he was whimpering. The vampires were drinking from his neck and collarbone. John charged at them and killed them both with two impossibly fast slices. Sam went to the younger man and ripped the nails out. The man whimpered. When Sam saw the knife jutting out he hissed in anger. He quickly pulled it out and helped the man to the floor. The man yelped as he touched the floor and was madly shivering.

"Hey, we're here to help you. I'm Sam Winchester." Sam said to the man.

"I'm De…Dean…. Le…Lestat." He brokenly replied.

Then Dean did something amazing. John and Sam watched in amazement. His body began to shift and Dean cried out in pain as bones shifted. Dean Lestat had turned into a fox.

-I-LOVE-FOXES-

Dean…the um, fox looked at Sam with his head cocked.

"He actually looks kind of cute like that." John said breaking the silence.

Dean growled as Sam laughed. Sam went to move towards him and Dean froze. His big ears flattened and he started whining, showing his teeth. When Sam got in reaching distance Dean tried to scramble and get up but fell down immediately. Sam could see the full blown fear in Dean's green eyes.

"Hey it's okay, I won't hurt you. John won't either. Let's just get your wounds fixed okay?" Sam said in a relaxed voice.

Sam's palm was opened and he stayed absolutely still. After a few minutes, Dean inched his way past Sam's arm and into Sam's lap and lay there gingerly. His small body fitting perfectly into Sam's lap.

Sam checked the injuries and just saw that Dean had to broken ribs.

"Sammy, I'm going to get a blanket for you to wrap him up in. He seems more comfortable in that body than the human one considering how fast he changed. We can take him to Bobby's house to figure out what he is and what to do from there. Okay?" John explained.

"Yeah" Sam answered.

Sam pet behind Dean's ears and his eyes closed in pleasure. After a couple minutes John returned with a large black blanket fuz sticking out the ends. Sam carefully wrapped the blankets around Dean and stood up carefully. Dean rested his head right under Sam's head, up against his neck.

John looked over after a few hours of driving. Sam was dozing with his Head against the window and resting on this creature, Dean's head. Dean was burrowed in the blankets rested on his son's chest with his head still resting on Sam's neck right by his head. Sam's brown hair covering his muzzle. They were going to help Dean and keep him safe no matter what.