Moon Blood

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

A/N: Hi, here's chapter 2. It's really late…sry.

Chapter 2: Plans

When the knock on the door sounded Dean was there immediately. Bobby walked into the room when Dean opened the door.

"Tell me the whole story," he said.

"Sam and I were arguing about going after this demon in town. Sam thought that it was too much and told me we should leave. I didn't think so and I argued with him. I told him he could do what he wants and he left. Before he went he told me he would be at a bar then left. I didn't follow him. This morning he didn't come back," replied Dean.

"Do you think he could be passed out at the bar?" asked Bobby.

"I called the only bar in town and he wasn't there. Besides Sam doesn't get that drunk. He's too smart for that."

"Do you think he went with someone?"

"If he did it wasn't out of his own free will."

"You're saying he could be kidnapped?"

"Yeah."

Bobby sighed.

"All right, I'll see what I can unearth."

"Thanks Bobby," Dean said.

A sharp slap brought Sam into the world of the conscious. The scent of something tasty wafted into his nose making his mouth water. When he opened his eyes he saw Tai standing in front of him with a bowl of soup.

"I'm letting you down so you can eat don't try anything," he said in a dangerous tone.

There was clinking and the scratching of metal on metal. Sam collapsed to the floor, unable to hold himself up. The soup was placed in front of him and he ate it quickly. He was also given water. It tasted bitter but he drank it anyway. Suddenly he felt very tired but he fought the feeling.

"What did you put in the water?" he asked slurring his words.

"Wait a few more seconds and the fatigue will go away," Tai said.

True to his word the tiredness disappeared but Sam felt weird. His senses felt like they were on overdrive.

"What did you give me?" asked Sam.

"Something to heighten your senses, especially pain," answered Tai.

That didn't sound good. Sam screamed as he was hauled painfully to a standing position by his wrists. Trisha came into the room. Sam could smell a cinnamon perfume wafting from her.

"Can we finally start?" she asked.

"Yes, remember only take as much as we need. We need to keep him alive till the new moon comes around," said Tai.

"Got it."

Sam was confused and a little cautious now. What did Tai mean, take only as much as they needed? He soon got his answer as Trisha walked toward him. She brandished a knife and had a bowl in the other hand. His shirt was ripped from his body by an unseen force.

"Get away from me!" he yelled at her.

She smiled and ignored his orders. She placed the edge of her knife on his side right underneath his last rib. Smiling she drew the razor sharp edge across Sam's skin. Sam screamed in agony as the blade cut him. Blood ran freely from the wound and into the bowl that Trisha held. When the wound started to stop she reopened it, causing more screams to erupt from Sam's throat. When the wound finally scabbed over the bowl was full of crimson blood.

Trisha took the blood over to the table and delved out two portions of it into two separate bowls. Leaving a mouthful of blood in the original bowl. Tai took one of the bowls and smirked. Within a second he swallowed the blood in one huge gulp. Trisha followed suit. Sam felt like throwing up. They both approached with the remaining blood. Trisha put some powder in it before she walked behind Sam. Snaking her arms around his neck she placed the bowl near the younger Winchester's mouth. Sam shied away from the stuff.

"Come on Sam," Trisha coaxed.

Sam clamped his lips shut and turned his head away.

"I'm tired of this," said Tai approaching.

He grabbed Sam's chin and made him open his mouth. Tilting his head back Tai nodded and Trisha poured the blood into Sam's mouth. She also pinched Sam's nose. In its haste to breathe Sam's body swallowed what was in his mouth. Tai let Sam go and Trisha went to clean the bowls. Tai stayed and watched Sam for a minute.

"What are you?" asked Sam.

"Demons. Even though we drink blood it's not for our nutrition, it's connects us to our victims soul. The soul is what we're after. If we don't feed by the new moon we will return to Hell," answered Tai.

"So that's what you plan to do," said Sam weakly, wincing at his wound.

"Exactly."

Tai exited the room leaving Sam in his pain and misery.

Dean paced around the room on his seven hundredth trip. He was worried about Sam. When there was a knock he ran to get it. Bobby came in looking troubled.

"What did you find out?" Dean asked.

"Sam was seen with a woman the night he disappeared. The bartender saw her slip something into his drink. He couldn't stop Sam from drinking it. The woman left him alone after that. Then when Sam left. The woman was no where to be seen," answered Bobby.

"That bitch!" Dean cursed.

"Calm down Dean. You won't solve anything by getting angry."

"But Sam could be in big trouble!"

"I know that's why I called for back up."

"You didn't."

There was a knock on the door. Bobby went to get it. Ruby stepped into the room.

"I hear our Sammy has gotten into some trouble," she said turning to Dean.

"Sam's been kidnapped," Dean answered.

"Give me all the details."

Bobby filled Ruby in on the situation. Soon she got up and started to pace around the room. With out any warning she ran out of the room. Dean looked at Bobby in confusion.

Ruby came knocking on the door a few hours later. When Dean opened the door she rushed in.

"We have a week," she stated.

"To do what?" asked Dean closing the door.

"To get Sam back," she answered.

"Where did this spring up?" asked Bobby.

"The Blood Demons have him."