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Chapter 3

Dean's vision was blurred, the lights of the city were causing him to stagger, and the noises were ringing in his ears. He stumbled forward; people were giving him a wide berth, thinking him to be a drunk. Dean braced himself against a wall and looked up, trying to a sense of where he was. He needed to find hunters. Before he could get his bearings he heard a scream. His hunting instincts kicked in, although he was now a predator he was still a hunter, it was this that was driving him now, it took him about three blocks until he found two guys pinning a woman against a wall. "Hey!" Dean called out.

"Forget you saw this buddy." One of the men turned to him.

"And if I don't?" Dean could hear the guys' pulse start to pick up.

"Look just the other way and no-one gets hurt." The woman whimpered as his fingers tightened on her arm. Dean growled and lunged forward. Gripping the first guy round the neck his sank his teeth into the soft flesh of his neck and drank deeply. Dean felt the blood course through him setting his senses on fire. The guy went limp in Dean's arms and he let him fall to the floor.

"What the hell?" the second thug let the woman go and took a swing at Dean. Dean dodged with impossible speed and snapped the guy's neck from behind. Turning to the woman he could see that she was recoiled in horror.

"Run." he told her in a low voice. She did and Dean watched her go, turning at the sound of clapping.

"Well done boy." Dean snarled as he recognised the voice and the vamp who'd turned him stepped out of the shadows.

"Give me a reason why I shouldn't just kill you now?" Dean asked letting his body drop into a defensive stance. He loved the way his body naturally reacted now; if he'd been human he would have had to think about the moves.

"Where would be the fun in that?" the vampire laughed "And of course you would never find out why I turned you and don't you want to know?" he asked. Dean pulled back and stared. Against everything that was telling him this was a trap he found himself nodding and following the vamp to who knew where.

Sam was in a blind panic, he could taste bile in the back of his throat. He had no idea where Dean was or what he was thinking. He quickly gathered everything he'd need to bring Dean down if he had to, he didn't care what it would take, he was going to bring Dean home safe and sound then they could figure out their next move.

He finished gathering what he needed and left the room, hesitating in front of the Impala, should he drive? But Dean could simply hide in an alley and he could drive right past. Then again he could be miles away by now. There was simply no way to truly know. Sam walked over to the Impala but then walked past her, heading off into town to look for Dean, praying Dean's need to protect him meant his brother had stayed close to watch over him. After all Dean wasn't the only vampire in town but they were the only hunters so there was no one else for Dean to go to get killed. It'd make sense for Dean to watch over Sam until the vampires were dealt with and then go find someone to kill him.

Dean followed behind the vampire who'd turned him, not sure what to think or feel. He knew what he'd done; he'd killed those men and enjoyed it. That was wrong, wasn't it?

Vincent glanced behind at the hunter, hiding a smirk of pleasure. He could smell the bloodlust and confusion coming off him easily. There was no way he'd managed not to kill his precious brother when he'd woken and he'd killed again since then, he was theirs. A few more relatively easy kills to ease him further along and Dean wouldn't think twice about killing. Then they could start getting information on other hunters out of him; make sure he was mated so he'd stay loyal to the nest. He remembered well the confusion new vampires felt, the instinctive need to please the one who turned you and was relying on that to bond Dean to him. Maybe he'd even mate the boy to Abigail after how well she'd played her part in trapping him. He led Dean into the nest, seeing him tense and he laid a hand over the back of Dean's neck, smiling when the new vampire relaxed automatically at his touch. "Come meet your new family Dean." Dean hesitated but Vincent gently propelled him forward and the others crowded around, inhaling his scent and studying him.

Vincent smiled and motioned Abigail to his side and she came quickly, next to Dean she was the youngest in the nest but had been very willing to take up their lifestyle. She leant against him and Vincent ran his fingers through her hair. "I have a job for you I think you'll enjoy Abby."

"What is it?" She asked excitedly and Vincent chuckled.

"I want you to help Dean get used to his new life and all the…pleasures it brings." He told her and Abigail smiled. New vampires were always pretty horny after all so it'd be easy enough. She walked over to the others and pressed against Dean's back, wrapping her arms around his waist and nibbling at his throat, knowing how sensitive it would be now he was one of them.

Dean moaned at the feel of teeth at his throat, it felt so good. So did the soft body pressing against him. He turned around and pulled her closer, growling softly and she laughed. Dean looked at her and she smiled, cupping his face. She looked familiar but he didn't know….

"Shh, stop thinking Dean and enjoy. Nothing else matters now." She whispered, pressing against his groin and Dean growled even louder, pulling her into a messy kiss.

He inhaled her scent and growled again, wanting her desperately. But there was something…something was wrong, there was someone else, someone important. He pulled away and shook his head. "No….no this isn't…..Sam, Sammy." He whispered, looking around.

Seeing that Vincent walked up behind him, putting his hand on Dean's neck, stroking the cool skin. Dean tensed but slowly relaxed. "It's alright Dean, this is your family now. Humans don't matter; they're just food and toys." Vincent coaxed and dazed green slowly looked over at him.

"Just food?" Dean asked and Vincent nodded.

"That's right Dean, they don't matter at all. The nest, your family is all that matters." Vincent purred, trying to make Dean believe it while he was vulnerable. "Come now, you should feed again." Vincent gently guided Dean over to a cage holding several terrified humans. Dean stared at them, trembling as the smell of their blood and the sound of their heartbeats overwhelmed him. His second set of teeth dropped and Vincent grinned. "Pick one Dean, smell their fear, it sweetens the taste so much." Vincent whispered and Dean moved closer to the cage, eyes roaming his options and then he slowly pointed at a blonde girl. Vincent nodded and she was dragged out, screaming and kicking. She was held in front of Dean who moved a hand to her hair but then hesitated, frowning.

Dean shook his head; no he didn't want to do this did he? She smelled so good though and he was hungry. Humans were just food, they didn't matter. But…..Dean blinked; a hazy image in his mind of a smiling human with warm hazel eyes, he knew him, he…..loved him?

Vincent sighed and made a slice in her neck, knowing the scent of fresh blood would be more than Dean could resist and he was right. Dean snarled and lunged, sinking his teeth into her throat as she screamed. Vincent smiled as Dean drank his fill before simply dropping her to the ground. "Good Dean, such a good job." Vincent praised and Dean smiled, blood covering his mouth. Vincent pulled him close, kissing him firmly and Dean whimpered, going limp against him. Dean was making little needy noises, every instinct telling him to submit to the older vampire. Vincent turned Dean around and Abigail moved in to claim his mouth even as Vincent held Dean in place. Dean was soon whimpering and writhing between them, unable to think as his body reacted to the touches of the two older vampires, unaware of the rest of the nest watching them hungrily. His clothes were ripped off him even as he was lowered towards the ground in Vincent's lap, Abigail crawling onto his lap as her own clothes were removed.

"You're ours Dean, say it." She hissed before biting him and Dean cried out in pain and pleasure. Vincent pulled him down and Dean cried out again, head falling back.

"Y…yours." He answered without even paying attention, lost in the pleasure they were causing him.

TBC…