Enjoy the fourth chapter and once again special thanks to O'MalleytheAlleyCat, for her helpfull beta notes.
Sam woke up with a jolt and scrambled out of the bed when he heard the door open. He relaxed when he saw that it was just Tesla holding a tray, a bored expression on his face. Tesla placed the tray on the table by the door next to a second tray that Sam noticed was already on the table. Tesla frowned at the older tray.
"You haven't eaten." He said cooly to Sam.
Sam sat on the bed and rubbed his temples. Thankfully the pain in his head had ebbed down to a dull ache.
"Yeah, I just woke up." Sam told him.
Tesla raised an eyebrow at him, "You have been sleeping for more than twenty four hours straight?"
Sam glanced at his watch, it was two 'o'clock and, again, due to lack of windows, he didn't know if it was morning or afternoon. However, since Tesla was here, it probably meant that it was early morning.
"Are you feeling ill?" Tesla asked him as he went to lean by the door at his usual spot.
"Why would I feel good when your buddy Caius has made me his personal blood bag? Oh, and not just that, he decided to take a walk through my head too." Sam said angrily, glaring at Tesla who was suddenly standing straight, his bored expression gone.
"What?" Sam snapped at him as Tesla stared in awe. Sam frowned at the vampire as he walked up to the table to grab the fresh tray.
"Look can you just get the hell out of my room, it's not-" Sam began but Tesla interrupted him.
"You're saying that master Caius entered your mind? As in you could hear his voice in your head?" Tesla asked with surprise.
"Yeah, I guess one of the perks of being the Elder vamp" Sam said miserably as he placed the tray back down. He had lost his appetite on remembering his unfortunate experience with the Elder vamp.
"Incredible." Tesla rasped.
"What?" Sam asked confused .
"I have seen master Caius meld with an another human's mind before many times, but the humans have always ended up dead just after a few seconds of being in contact with him. The unfortunate beings bleed from their ears, nose, even eyes."
Tesla looked at him curiously.
"Yet you somehow resisted all that and apart from oversleeping you have shown no other side effects."
Sam gulped as he imagined innocent people bleeding to death the way Tesla had described.
"If the humans died then why didn't he stop? Why keep doing it over again?" Sam asked as he clenched his fists. He should have killed that bastard.
"Well-"
Tesla said, thinking.
"For pleasure, I suppose." Tesla answered, completely unfazed by Sam's apparent anger. His trademark bored expression was back on his face, as he once again leaned by the doorway.
"He gets pleasure in seeing people bleed to death?"
Sam asked wide eyed, shaking with fury as he came to stand in Tesla's face. He wished that he could knock that smug expression off of the vamp's face.
Tesla simply shook his head to get his blonde hair out of his eyes and answered Sam.
"No Sam, you don't understand." He paused as if thinking about what to tell Sam.
"He gets pleasure from their memories, their feelings; their fear, love, hate. Humans fascinate him."
"And he told you all this " Sam asked, and Tesla noded .
"What I don't understand is, Sam, how are you different from the others? Why you didn't bleed to death?" Tesla pondered as he passed by Sam and picked up the old tray.
"I guess I'm different because I'm the one who's gonna chop that bastard's head off."
Tesla laughed at him.
"Do you really think that hunters before you haven't tried? Master Caius can't be killed."
"Everything can be killed. We killed his creator, do you really think that we can't kill him?"
"Sam why do you say WE? I suppose you are referring to your brother. Have you forgotten that Master Caius is the one who can get him out?"
Sam sighed and went to sit on the bed, Tesla was right, as long as Dean was in Purgatory he had to stay here. But what if he did manage to kill Caius? Then Caius wouldn't be able to tell Benny to stop looking for Dean and Benny might be able to still get Dean out.
"You should eat something Sam, you need your strength." Tesla said as he started towards the door.
"Wait, Tesla." Sam said standing up and heading for the door, Tesla looked at him questioningly.
"Caius has already sent Benny after Dean, so I have no reason to stay here. Benny will get Dean out anyway."
Tesla smiled in amusement.
"Benny is directly sired to Master Caius which means that he can be told to stop looking for your brother even if he is in another dimension. As you said earlier Sam one of the perks of being the Elder vamp."
Chuckling to himself Tesla left the room, leaving a defeated Sam behind. Sam picked up the tray and forced himself to eat. If Caius was going to claw into his mind again he would need every ounce of his strength to stop that bastard.
Surprisingly the next few days passed without any encounters with the Elder vamp. Sam kept track of the time and his days in his prison room. Almost two weeks had passed by and, Dean had been in Purgatory for almost seven months now. Sam couldn't imagine what Dean must be going through, he just hoped that Dean would still be the same Dean when he got back.
Sam closed the laptop, tired of going through the notes on Purgatory over and over again; it wasn't like they were helping him. Just then the door opened. His heart thudded loudly in his chest when he saw the Elder vamp once again in his room, the vamp was leaning by the door in Tesla's spot. Sam tried to remain calm and slowly got up from the bed, he stood up to get in a fighting stance in case the vamp was thinking of leaping on him again.
But the vamp continued to look at him sadly.
"You back to claw through my head again?" Sam asked angrily and the vamp shook his head.
"I am afraid I have bad news for you Samuel."
At once Sam's heart leapt out of his chest in fear, in fear for Dean. Did something happen to Dean? Tesla had told him that the vamp had contact with Benny. Did Benny tell Caius that Dean is…? No he couldn't think that way, not when he was so close to seeing Dean again.
"Is this about my brother?" Sam asked hoping that it was otherwise, but the vamp nodded.
"Samuel, your brother is dead. Benny killed him, I saw it with my own eyes." the vamp said cooly and Sam at once ran towards Caius, roughly grabbing him by his collar. He looked directly into those red gleaming eyes that he loathed so much. The vamp simply stared back at him.
"You're lying." Sam snarled, gripping the collar more tightly until his knuckles ached.
"You're lying." he repeated.
The vamp looked at him sadly, as if pitying him. He effortlessly and gently removed Sam's grip from his collar and pushed Sam backwards. In an instant he was gone and the door was locked once again.
Sam slammed his shoulder against the door, again and again shouting all the while. Tears streamed down his face and images of Dean dying flew into his mind, playing over and over again. Dean dying with the disappointment that Sam couldn't get him out. Or worse, the belief that Sam hadn't even tried to save him.
"NO, HE'S NOT DEAD!" Sam screamed at the door; hitting it again and again. Finally after his shoulder ached so much that he couldn't feel it anymore, he slumped to the floor. Exhaustion replaced his rage and he crumpled in on himself. What would the vamp get from lying to him? Why would he lie? Sam was a prisoner here, the vamp could do anything he wanted. So was he telling the truth? Sam began to shake with rage again.
I'm gonna kill that bastard, he thought as he crawled towards the bed. He got down underneath it and felt the wooden planks underneath the wooden board over which the mattress was placed. Turning himself around, he started kicking at the plank in the middle of the bed with all the strength he could muster. He didn't stop until he heard a crack. The plank had broken in the middle splitting, into two pieces. The ends were still attached to the bed and he started twisting the free end. He didn't care when the splinters cut into his hand, all he could think about was Dean.
After working on the plank for about 15 minutes, he had it in his hands. Its one end had sharp protruding splinters. Sam knew that the vampire would come after him again and this time Sam would stab it in the heart.
After working it until his fingers were a painful, bleeding mess, he unscrewed a bolt and began to carve the end of his 'stake'. He knew that the stake would not kill the vamp, but it would slow it down. Possibly give Sam enough time to make it out of this hell hole. He remembered his father's words back when they were going after the colt. It seemed to be another life now.
Most vampire lore is crap. A cross won't repel them. Sunlight won't kill them and neither will a stake to the heart.
He couldn't stop seeing the flashes of Dean dying over and over again and Crowley's words came flying to him.
Look's like you're well and truly on your own.
No he was not alone. Dean-Dean couldn't be dead. Why would Benny kill him in the first place? Benny was sent to bring dean back. Could it have been in self defence? Did Dean attack Benny?
But how could he trust a vamp's word? What reason would the vamp have to lie to him though? Sam blinked away the tears in his eyes. Dean had to be alive, he had to be. Dean Winchester couldn't die at the hands of a lowly vampire. One thing was certain though, Sam couldn't stay in this place anymore.
Suddenly he heard footsteps outside the door and he quickly ran to stand behind it with the sharp wooden stake in his hand. He hoped that it was the Elder vamp and not Tesla. As soon as the door opened Sam jumped from his hiding spot and slammed it into the person who had opened the door.
It was the Elder vamp and Sam couldn't believe that he had stabbed the vamp right in the heart. The vamp seemed shocked and he growled in pain as Sam twisted the plank. Sam smiled in satisfaction as the vamp kept groaning but the groan turned into a cold, menacing laugh.
Sam backed away shocked, he had expected the vamp to at least stagger a little. In his anger and rage he had forgotten about Tesla telling him that the Elder vamp couldn't be killed, so how could a stake affect him?
"Samuel, my children might have been knocked out by a stake to the heart, but not me." Caius said, easily removing the plank as if it was a tiny thorn in his skin.
"I am the ancient one himself, I am immortal in the true sense. I cannot be killed Samuel."
The vamp continued to slowly move towards Sam who back peddled and turned around trying to make sure that the vamp couldn't corner him. The plank slipped from the vamp's hand to the floor and fell with a dull thud, its end slick with the Elder vamp's blood.
"Many have tried to kill me before and there was once a time that even I myself wanted to meet my maker. Sick of my eternal life, I tried to kill myself. I wanted feel what dying felt like. Having seen it in the eyes of so many that died at my hand I wanted to experience that for myself. But I failed and I am more than glad I failed"
Sam gasped as he felt a tight grip on his neck and he caught a glimpse of the red gleaming eyes. In the next second the vamp was back where he was before and had it not been for the bruise on his neck Sam would have thought that he had imagined the vamp in his face.
"I'm glad Samuel that I failed, because If I had died I would never have met you."
Sam groaned as he was mercilessly slammed into the wall by the Elder vamp. The Elder vamp chuckled as he effortlessly lifted Sam up by his throat. At once Sam grabbed the vamp's hand which was around his throat as he gasped for air. His efforts were futile however as the hand seemed to be made of steel and had an iron grip.
Before Sam could pass out from lack of air the vamp released his hold and Sam dropped to the floor, panting and gasping for breath. But Caius was not done with him. The vamp lifted him up by the front of his shirt. Sam tried to punch him but Caius easily blocked his punch and twisted his arm. Sam cried out in pain but the vamp did not dislocate his shoulder, rather he pulled Sam away from the wall and pinned Sam's arm behind him. After that he slammed Sam to the wall again with Sam's arm trapped between his body and the wall.
The vamp caught Sam's other wrist and dug his fangs into it, once again Sam felt the familiar sensation as if his senses of touch, sound, taste, sight and smell had been heightened to a hundred times their capacity. He felt a shock travel through his entire body, igniting from the vamp's touch and he prepared himself for the vamp to enter his mind. However, he did not feel the vamp's presence.
Caius withdrew from the Sam's wrist and pinned it above Sam's head before licking the blood away from his lips. He snarled in Sam's face.
The fight seemed to die in Sam at that moment, and this time Sam didn't feel scared. He didn't care what happened to him anymore, Dean was not here. He may as well be dead, Sam would rather die than live in this miserable world without his big brother. He had also considered the possibility that if Dean was indeed trapped in Purgatory, with no way out, then Sam would rather be turned into a vampire and kill himself to join his brother.
So right now he didn't care what the vamp did to him and he looked back expressionless into the Elder vampire's face.
"Samuel, I have treated you like a guest, I have killed one of my own in pursuit of finding your brother and yet you slammed a stake into my heart."
The vamp said leaning in close and whispering into Sam's ear.
"For that you must be punished.
Smiling cruelly, Caius whispered softly, with a mocking caress.
"Would you like to see how big brother died?"
The Elder vamp then drew away and Sam prepared himself for another set of fangs. But what happened next, he had never expected.
The vamp crashed his lips upon Sam's and Sam's eyes went wide with horror.
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