"Take a sad song, and make it better"
Author: Elmo's got a fudging gun
Genre: Suspense/Supernatural
Rating: T
Word Count: 1,634
Warning: swearing violence, swearing (naughty naughty) and dark! Dean
Disclaimer: If I've said it once I've said it thousand times I don't own Supernatural… yet –evil laugh-
A/N: Whoa has the time flown past sorry I haven't updated in ages but I had a serious case of writers block and exams at school but I have found new passion in this story. I hope you guys like it and please don't kill me, pretty please. Also I might try and write some new stories so check out my profile. Okay I'll shut up now.
Bobby's words took a minute or two to sink it to Dean's shell-shocked mind. In less than 24 hours he was turned into vampire, drank his brother's blood and attacked three fellow hunters. So he can be excused if it took him a few minutes to recover mentally, his life which hadn't been a bloody bed of roses to being was collapsing and threatened to implode at Dean's feet. Finally after all those analogies Dean found his voice.
"Don't you think your over-exaggerating a bit Bobby" Dean said weakly. Sam and Bobby merely grimaced at each other and Sam picked up an old leather-bound book from Dean's bedside table which lay open and handed it to Dean, brushing his brother's hand accidentally. Dean suppressed a growl of hunger, he was a newborn vampire, overwhelmed by the new senses and sensations and very hungry. Sam's even heart beats filled Dean's ears and Sam's smell re-invaded his sensitive nose, and Sammy smelt good, like the best hamburger in existence. Dean felt himself drooling slightly, eyes fixed on the pulse point in the arm which was extended in front of him. He felt again the weird sensation in his gums as his fangs were poised to slide out. He could practically see each vessel in Sam's tan arm, taunting Dean to grab it and bite down.
"Dean, hey earth to Dean" Dean heard Sammy say half-jokingly, half-nervously and Dean heard the man's heartbeat speed up. Again the old big brother instinct kicked in and hearing the distress in Sam's voice broke the hunger-induced trance Dean was in. He looked up at Sam and Bobby and both the men looked poised to take him down, he saw the slight glitter of a machete behind Bobby's back.
"Thought you were about to do something stupid boy" Bobby said looking at him uneasily. Sam just stared at him, mouth slightly agape but silent. Dean frowned, he hadn't shown his teeth, wait… his fangs so why were they staring he didn't know.
"Dean… your eyes are fucking glowing red" Sam answered Dean's un-asked question. Dean looked surprised at this at quick as a well-trained super ninja Dean was off the bed and to the window across from him. Dean looked, awestruck at his dusty reflection, Sam was right his eyes were a creepy, glowing crimson which as Dean watched faded back to the human green. "Man this vampire stuff was getting creepier and creepier" Dean thought as he remembered that Sam wanted him to read something.
"So what did you want me to read something" Dean asked as he sat back down on the rickety bed, said bed gave a groan of protest but the bed is not important. Sam pointed to the paragraph in the book and Dean read it, eyes widening at what the book said. After seconds, minutes or hours none of bothered to check Dean stopped reading and stared at both Sam and Bobby
"So you think I'm a marked vampire" Dean asked of the silence.
"Well you look the part" Bobby reasoned "and at least you can't be killed, not until the new moon anyways"
"Yeah that's if you believe the book and what's with the machete if you can't kill me?" Dean asked. Bobby shrugged and said
"I thought it would slow you down". Dean nodded curtly at that as he suppressed another moan of hunger, being a vampire right now sucked. Sam noticed this though.
"You getting pretty hungry aren't you" he said quietly. Dean shamefully nodded, looking down at his feet, imitating a guilty puppy perfectly.
"Well I think you can go into town and… feed, on some scumbag that the world would be better without, like you said people are crazy, no better then what we hunt" Sam offered
"Sammy I'm not going to…" Dean started but his hunger was increasing at a rapid pace and the room suddenly felt cramped and stuffy and Sam made a good point to his stomach.
"Fine but you drive, I'll run I don't think I could handle being in the same car as you" Dean amended. Sam smiled weakly and said
"I smell that good huh?"
"Like a Bacon Burger" Dean quipped. Dean looked at Bobby as he hadn't said a word about this plan. He merely shrugged and Dean took that as ascension and he strode out the room, out the front door into the night and he breathed in the cool, refreshing air and the smell of trees, metal and engine oil from the car yard. He heard Sam behind him as he got into the Impala, turned on the engine and began driving towards town. Dean smiled slightly and headed into the forest straight towards the town. He practically flew across the landscape with his feet barely touching the ground, wind whipping through his hair and jacket which he thought to put on. Trees and bushes flew towards him but he dodged them with ease. He smiled more as he raced through the forest towards the smells and sounds of the town as he scattered annoyed forest creatures. Maybe this part of his un-life Dean could enjoy. He found Sam and the Impala easily by both familiar sounds of his finely-tuned engine and the smell of car and Sam. When Sam saw him his eyes bugled.
"How the hell did you get here so bloody quick" Sam asked in shock.
"Took a short-cut" Dean said smirking.
"So are you going to, I don't know hunt or whatever" Sam said shyly. Dean frowned at the wording but a sound caught his attention. A woman was sobbing and then there was a man's voice then the sound of fist connecting with flesh, more whimpering came from the women and the man's voice was making threats. It sounded like there was a scumbag around.
"There is a guy in an alley two blocks away threatening to kill a woman, I'll see you later I guess" Dean said quickly and before Sam could get a word out Dean was off to find his prey. Dean ran quickly under orange streetlights and arrived at the place silently, the dim streetlight near the entrance to the alley illuminated his prey and its victim.
"Please Jeremy, leave me alone we never had a relationship, I don't know what you're talking about" The woman begged the man
"Don't lie you fucking, cheating slut" The man hissed back. With his fangs fully out and eyes probably blazing red Dean stepped into view.
"That no way to talk to a lady" Dean sneered. The man whipped around, about to snarl at the intruder to mind his own damn business but when he saw said intruder his gaped and his grip on his victim loosened. The woman just stared, too shocked to feel fear or relief at the sight of the…monster. 'Jeremy' decided to make a break for it down the damp alleyway but Dean caught up to him in seconds and tackled him to the ground. Dean couldn't think, focused only on the pulse point on the neck of the scumbag pinned under him and he leaned down and sunk his fangs into sweaty flesh. The man managed a feeble yell but Dean put his hand over his mouth as the sweet taste flowed down the vampire's throat, the blood seemed to flow through his entire body, warming it. Sinking fangs deeper into his prey's neck Dean drank until the dying struggles stopped and 'Jeremy' lay on the dirty ground dead and the vampire draining his corpse grew full. Dean yanked out his fangs, tearing the flesh more and stood up, face and shirt bloodied and looking like a nightmare but he felt great, better than he had felt in awhile.
Sam had finally tracked down his brother to find him feeding, he turned away not really wanting to look at that sight. A shaky breath alerted Sam to another person inhabiting the dank, dark alley. A tall, thin, pale but freckled brunette woman in a torn white blouse, black-heeled boots and dark jeans leant against the wall. She was shaking and she had bruises on her face and wrists but she was silent. Dean had finished feeding and stood up, turning around to look at Sam who had to gasp, he really looked like a vampire out of a horror movie with blood down his front and face and eyes glowing crimson, fangs shining slightly in the low light.
"I'll meet you back at Bobby's, I'll take her to the hospital" Sam said gesturing at the shocked woman. Dean merely nodded; he didn't want to know what Sam thought of him now, a killer and a monster to be destroyed. He took off, weaving his way out of the town trying to outrun the thought of what he just did. Sam sighed and focused on the woman in front of him who peered at him silently.
"Hey, you're safe now, I'm Sam and I'm going to take you to a hospital okay" Sam said and the woman looked at him and nodded.
"Come on my car's not to far from here" Sam coaxed offered his hand and woman took it.
"My name is Bridget" she whispered
So was it good? Craptastic? Well I can't read minds so tell me in the reviews and I hope to add more chapters with much more frequency. Flames will be used to burn houses down he he later people