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Dean dropped the phone on the ground as the line went dead. He had heard Sam's cry of pain and it nearly killed him. He had to get Sam back!
He ran out of the bar and into the woods, his heart raced as he saw blood on the ground. He followed the small trail of blood like a master tracker, just praying that it led to his brother. The frigid cold air bit at any exposed skin on him, but Dean didn't care.
Soon he found a spot where the blood stopped, a fist imprint was marked in an oak tree and he saw a good amount of blood amongst the leaves, then he saw something that made his blood run cold, Sam's phone.
He picked up the blood-stained phone and looked around. Sammy, where are you?
Suddenly he heard a rustling in the bushes; he pulled out a large iron bowie knife and stepped forward. If it was a vampire, he would force it to tell him where Sam was, if it was a different creature, tough shit for it, Dean was in no mood to be screwed with.
He threw the bowie knife into the bushes and out rolled a large man, his flannel shirt whipping around in the wind, his face black and hard to see. "Who are you?" Dean asked.
"Someone who has a score to settle with you Dean."
Dean gasped, it was Gordan! "I really don't have time to settle that score right now Gordan."
Gordan grinned and stood to his feet, throwing the iron bowie knife at Dean's feet. "Well you better make time, considering I watched as those fangs took your brother."
In an instant Dean grabbed Gordon and slammed him against the tree, his face inches from Gordon's. "You watched! You didn't even try to help him, you son of a bitch." Dean pulled his fist back, ready to clock Gordon.
"You try and go up against a pack of thirty vampires just to save the skinny neck of someone you don't even like, it wasn't worth it to me."
"That's my brother's skinny neck you are referring to and I would have gone against them even if there had been a hundred of them."
"Stands to reason why you would be so reckless and will probably end up a feast for the vampires." Dean pushed him harder against the tree, his anger getting the best of him. Gordon was picking a fight at the wrong time.
He dropped his fist and let Gordon go, he didn't have time for this. "I have better things to do." He turned to leave.
"You really think you can track those fangs, they cover their trails nicely, even made it hard for me to track them." Gordon grinned as Dean stopped and turned to look at him. "You can track these things?"
Gordon nodded. "I have been hunting fangs all my life, finding these ones shouldn't be too hard."
Dean didn't like where this was going, but right now it was all he had to find Sam and save him. He hated to ask for anyone's help, especially his. "Can you help me track them?"
"Have you ever considered the fact that your brother is probably dead or worse, turned?"
"Don't say that!" His voice was tight with anger and frustration, he knew what those vampires wanted, to torture Dean since they couldn't torture his dad. "Now can you help me track them or not?"
Gordon paused for a moment, not sure what the price of a yes would be. "Fine, but I am killing every vampire there."
Dean turned and didn't even look to see if Gordon followed. "Whatever man."
Sam woke up, his head hurting like crazy. He opened his eyes and all he saw was darkness, he was tied to a pole in a dank smelly room. The worst pain he felt came not from his head, but from the gnawing hunger he felt deep in his stomach and the throbbing pain in his throat. It all slowly came back to him, being attacked by the group of vampires.
He heard a noise and saw light fill the room he was in, he looked up to see Kate sneering at him. "About time you woke up Sammy boy, we have a treat for you." In her one arm was a young teenage girl, she was terrified.
"You can't really expect me to feed on her?" He asked it, but he knew she did. Despite Sam's initial disgust, his eyes followed a small bead of blood fall down down the side of her face.
"Oh I expect it all right, that is if you want to continue surviving, if not, feel free to starve. I can watch either way." She took a long knife and slide it down the young girl's arm, earning a scream of pain and begs for mercy. "You hear that Sam, she wants you to give her mercy, end her suffering or I will just bleed her all night right in front of you."
Sam felt the gnawing hunger become even harder to control, it was becoming overwhelming. He felt his new fangs slide down, he tried to fight it, but the sight and scent of the blood overtook any control he thought he had.
He broke the ties around him, Kate watched with a satisfied look on her face as Sam grabbed hold of the teenage girl and sank his fangs into her neck.
The girl screamed in pain as Sam fed, he wanted to stop but he couldn't, her blood just tasted too amazingly good. He fed on her long after she quit struggling, until there was nothing left.
He dropped the body to the floor, his senses coming back to him. What have I done?