Summary: E/O Drabble Challenge. Word was "fool".
Sam catches up to the vampire. He's a Winchester. You woulda thought he'd be used to this by now...
He was a moron. A damn fool. How did he not see this coming? Shaking his head at his own stupidity, he instead observed Dean from across the room still who was still unconscious. Dried blood marred the right side of his face, and Sam just knew that Dean's short hair was hiding a nasty head wound. So far that seemed to be the list of injuries that Sam could see, but thankfully he had seen no bite marks on his throat as of yet. However, that could change at any time.
Sam had tried already to rouse Dean, unsuccessfully, for the past ten minutes now. He would never admit it, but Sam was starting to panic. Dean always responded to his voice. Always.
Sam looked up and over toward the door when he heard footsteps approach toward the room they were chained in.
A figure, tall and lanky, came through. He smiled when he saw Sam, his red eyes glowing with hunger lust. Sam shivered involuntarily.
"So...it seems I have been graced with the Winchester brothers..." the vampire began.
Sam said nothing.
"Nothing to say? That's alright. I can talk plenty for the both of us." The nearly 7 foot vampire smiled again, revealing pearly white fangs in the semi-lit chamber.
"So...do you want to tell me why the two of you are snooping around my territory...hunter?" The vampire said as he approached Dean.
Sam tensed in his chains.
"We were just looking around." Sam said with a tight-lipped smile.
The vampire threw back his head and laughed. It was a dark foreboding sound and Sam hated it on pretense.
"The famous Winchester brothers just happen to come into my territory to "look around?" Come now Samuel, I think you can do better than that." The ponytailed vampire traced a long fingernail gently down the side of Dean's face which had the blood on it.
He brought the digit up to his mouth and engulfed it. Sam nearly hurled at the sight of the vampire's blissful face.
Wait. How did he know who they were?
"How do you know us?"
The tall vampire stepped away from the still knocked out Dean and approached Sam.
"I know many many things Dear Samuel...after all I am the first vampire that was ever created..."
Sam gaped in shock.
"Your Dracula?"
Sorry the submission is so long, but Sam grabbed my pen and demanded it to be longer since Dean is well...unavailable at the moment. He wanted everyone to know that Dean will be okay and he'll find a way out of this...predicament...err...next week. In all seriousness though, I really did try to cut down on the words but it just wasn't happening. (I blame Sam.) Anyway, hope it was a good one and you all enjoyed it! :D
