The Winchesters looked up and saw several figures outlined against the sky. One of them started speaking in an impossibly loud voice, so that, even though he was standing on the rooftop of the building, those below in the alley could hear.
"Bring him to the Chamber" the head vampire said, pointing to Dean. "The tall one will accompany me." Within seconds, several of the vampires jumped from the rooftop and landed next to the hunters, and after a shared look between the brothers, were disarmed without a struggle. There are too many of them, the look imparted.
As they were lead in seperate directions, the boys' minds were uneasy. I mean sure, on any given day it was a bad thing to be caught by a nest of vamps, but what was the game? They didn't drain them dry on the spot, so maybe they wanted to turn them? But then why the seperation? Things didn't add up. Vamps acting like vamps was standard on a job, but this was not a vampire's MO, and that's what made the brother's uneasy. That and the whole being split up thing. Maybe they were too co-dependent, after all. Dean didn't like the looks of that head vamp Sam was going with, he just looked off, somehow. Even off for a vampire. He also didn't like the sound of this "Chamber" he was being led to.
"So, you gonna tell me why I'm here, and what you've done with my brother?"
"Sam, Sam. You are here to watch my plans come to fruition. And indeed, I couldn't have done it without you. Oh, I haven't done anything to your brother...yet...but you will soon see what I have in store for him. He is crucial."
"What are you talking about? What plans? You're a vampire, you drink blood, and either kill people or turn them."
"Oh, no, Sam, you quite mistake me. And my ends. Its all much more interesting than that." As he said this, the head vampire not so much morphed, but more accurately Sam's eyes began to see differently, and he was aware that the being standing before him was a human, not a vampire.
"How did you?" Sam rubbed his eyes confusedly..."what are...?"
"I'm you, Sam, only better. The yellow-eyed demon may have had monster plans for you, but I have my own destiny, a better one. One that doesn't turn me into a monster. Fate's a bitch, sometimes, isn't it? I'm turning around the plans the yellow-eyed demon had right back on him. And you, while doing disgusting things in the dark with that demon chic, have enabled me to turn it all around for the good."
Sam still didn't have a clue what was going on...and what was he monologuing about? Must be delu...
"No, Sam, I'm not suffering from delusions of grandeur. And, yes I can read minds, change them, make them see what I want them to see."
"So that's why the vampires are following you instead of having you for an appetizer. You have demon powers."
" My powers do not come from a demonic source, Sam. Quite the contrary. Try angelic."
Dean found himself in the "chamber". The walls were made of cement block painted white, but they were peeling, scattering the walls with gray scratches. Dean squinted, examining it more closely from his restraints. The scratches were not random. They formed signs. Angel symbols, if he remembered right. He couldn't remember the bizzare name Sam called them. Vamps seeking protection from angels? They knew he was, then. But what did a bunch of vamps care about his destiny? Weren't they just out for blood?
Dean had been alone for a good ten minutes now, and he didn't like the scenery. The only furniture looked to be used for nefarious purposes. Leather restraints and buckles on beds and chairs, and something that looked like an electric chair...and was that a RACK in the corner? Try as he might, he couldn't get his breathing under control. C'mon, Dean, don't be such a wuss, he told himself. But who was he fooling? He knew in his gut...oh, don't say gut!...that torture was something that didn't grow on you...40 years experience hadn't hardened him to it...quite the opposite.
His thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the doors.