It wasn't hard to find the den of vampires. They were ready to burst in and thwart them but it turned out to be larger than expected. They would have to take them out in groups. Get them separated and make plans on how to deal with them that way. Sam supposed the vampires had to go out on some scouting mission or to gather humans or whatever they were drinking. Neither liked the idea of having such a large job to do on their own but there was no other option. By the time help arrived the den would have dispersed or moved on.

"Be careful Sammy," Dean said before the exited the car.

It was pretty much a suicide mission fighting off so many, but they had to try. It was their job to protect mankind. Even if that meant putting their lives right in the jaws of death. So Sam sat and waited for his chance to take out the first vampire that came his way. He managed to get in before it realized what had happened but the second saw the first die and let out a horrifying screech. Sam knew that meant he was in trouble. That it was a warning call or a call for back up. In seconds it seemed like there were hundreds of vampires around him.

Sam fought as best he could. Fighting through the bites and scratches and against the pain inflicted to his bones. He couldn't stop though. Dying wouldn't solve anything. People would die and the den would grow if he couldn't stop them. But his consciousness was fading and there was nothing he could do to stop it from taking him.

"Sam!" he heard Dean shout.

It was enough to get him back on his feet. His head pounded and his vision blurred but he fought his way through. When Dean's body crumpled to the ground Sam did the only thing he could think to do. He prayed.

"Cas, Balthazar, please, anyone help," Sam prayed.

Another bite to his shoulder made his left arm useless but he swung the blade and fought like he didn't need the arm. It was useless though and he knew it. There were too many of them and Dean was already gone. His blade fell from his hand as a vampire grabbed and snapped his wrist. Sam was already numbed though and didn't feel as the bones were ground to dust beneath his skin. In that moment, staring into the red eyes and bloodied teeth Sam admitted defeat and let his body fall to the ground. A blinding white light made him cover his eyes and he was consumed by blackness.

When Sam came back to consciousness he was still outside the warehouse. Castiel stood over Dean healing his body. Sam let out a shaky breath as he tried to sit up. Every bone in his body protested and he let himself fall back to the ground. It wasn't until that moment that he realized he was propped up against a tree. Sam watched ad Dean sat up as if nothing had happened and let a sigh of relief fall from his lips. A second later he felt warmth on his wrist that he never wanted to go away.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked his voice broken with pain.

"Healing you. What does it look like?" Balthazar said with an eye roll.

"Can't you just touch it and heal it?" Sam questioned further.

"I'm not a guardian you daft fool. And my powers work differently than your beloved Castiel. Now shut up before I decide I've already done enough," Balthazar snapped before placing his hand on Sam's thigh.

Sam felt the warmth and let out a contented groan as his bones mended and his skin healed. It always amazed Sam that there were never any scars left when the angels healed him. It was like his skin had never been damaged or the bone never broken even though he knew just how fatal some of the wounds should have been. Not that he would ever complain, sometimes it was best not to remember why his skin had been marred.

"Thank you," Sam breathed.

Balthazar looked at him with that curious look again before placing his hand on Sam's stomach. Instead of feeling the warmth Sam felt a pulling sensation and burning. He hissed in pain and tried to move away from Balthazar's hand.

"I've got to remove the venom," was all the angel said.

Sam let out a yell of pain as the venom left his body. It did make the healing feel much better though. He appreciated the gentleness Balthazar was taking with him even though he probably didn't deserve it. At their last meeting Sam had all but accused the angel of rape so he was eternally grateful the Balthazar would come to his aide.

Balthazar gently laid Sam on the ground and removed the tattered shirt. He tisked at the bite marks and torn skin that used to be the hunters back. It would take a lot of pain to remove the venom from the wounds but the faster it was done the easier he could fix the rest of Sam. Sam cried out as the venom poured from the wounds. Balthazar felt Sam's pain and wished that he could have just zapped away all Sam's pain but he was doing all he could. When the blood ran clean of venom Balthazar placed both hands on Sam's back and willed his grace to heal the hunter.

"Oh god that feels so good," Sam groaned as Balthazar moved his hands along his back.

"If I had a nickel for every time I heard you say that to me," Balthazar couldn't help but say.

Sam would have shot away from Balthazar if he weren't lost in the euphoric feeling of the angel's hands on his skin. He let himself focus in the feeling instead of the words. Balthazar rolled Sam over to address the worst of the wounds. The bite on his shoulder should have been fatal. They'd torn a huge chunk of his flesh and muscle away exposing the bones and inner workings of the area. There would be a lot more work to repair this wound because Balthazar would have to rebuild every part of the shoulder.

"Sit still," Balthazar said as he straddled Sam's lap.

Sam held in the startled sound of having the angel on him so suddenly but couldn't hold in the painful hiss and growl as Balthazar placed his hand over his shoulder. Quickly Sam grabbed onto Balthazar digging his nails into the angel's side hoping it would lessen the pain. Balthazar didn't even flinch. Sam hissed in pain and turned his head to see the wound. He instantly wished he'd just buried his face to hide from the pain. IT was very off putting seeing the inside of his body and himself bleeding black.

"How am I still alive," Sam marveled as he saw the condition of his shoulder.

Balthazar just rolled his eyes as he pulled the venom from the wound. Sam, after quickly getting over the shock of the wound, watched in fascination as his blood ran black from the wound. Eventually it muddled out before returning to the red it should have been. He figured if Balthazar weren't healing him it would have been enough blood loss to kill him but Sam really didn't want to think about that. When he felt Balthazar start healing him he hissed and grabbed the angel's thighs. Balthazar let his eyes close slowly as he tried to focus on healing Sam. As the muscle was rebuilt and the skin healed Sam grabbed tighter onto Balthazar and unconsciously thrust their bodies together.

"Sam, sit still," Balthazar growled through his teeth.

His eyes were slammed shut and he was almost grinding his teeth against Sam's assaults. He was also holding his breath but he let it out when he realized he was holding it. Fixing the wound was taking far too much time with his attentions distracted but he couldn't keep himself focused. The way Sam's body moved into his and the sounds coming from the hunter's mouth was enough to make him stop. So he did. He pulled his hand away and sat back panting heavily. Sam was panting as well. They both knew Balthazar hadn't closed the wound but neither cared.

"Please Sam," Balthazar said heavily.

Sam was gasping for air as he looked at the angel. He managed a nod but they both knew it wasn't a solid promise. Balthazar returned the nod and returned to work. The sensation was too much for Sam. He slumped forward and clung to Balthazar panting into the angel's chest. Just as the wound was healed Sam let out a hiss and bit Balthazar's shoulder. The angel's head fell back and a gasp fell heavily from his lips.

"Sam," Balthazar breathed.

The hunter placed his hands on Balthazar's shoulders before quickly knocking him backwards to the ground. Sam pinned Balthazar down before capturing the startled angel's lips. He couldn't hold back. As much as Sam didn't want Balthazar to see him as a groveling whore, he couldn't help but be one after what had just happened. Besides, if Balthazar really didn't want what Sam was throwing at him then he could poof away.

Sam felt the ground against his bare skin before he realized that Balthazar was once again straddling him. He groaned frustrated when the angel pulled back. The hand on his chest kept him to the ground though. Balthazar looked Sam over before locking eyes. It was easy to see that Sam was willing to give or take anything Balthazar was offering but Balthazar had his doubts.

"It's rather euphoric isn't it Sam. That's part of the charm of it. Distract them from the pain of reconstructing their bodies with a feeling that they would do anything to feel it again. But it's not worth it. You don't want this and I'm not going to let you use me to try and feel whatever it was you felt," Balthazar said allowing Sam to sit up.

Sam thought about begging but he was too much pride to do that again. His lips burned and his body pulsed with want but he wouldn't beg. Maybe it was whatever Balthazar had done while healing. Sam knew it was more than that, it was a deep seeded need for the angel that he felt right down to the very depths of his existence. But he wasn't willing to divulge that or even let the angel know he cared. So he just nodded and got to his feet.