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"Now, about the real reason I came here," Annie said, a grin on her face, a giggle deep in her throat. Dean looked at her warily. His body hurt more than he could ever describe. Even though he couldn't see them, he felt the bruises form on his torso and start to change to black. He blinked the annoying tears in his eyes away, trying not to think about anything in particular. Annie's nasty grin turned nastier and she snapped her fingers. Dean's heart sank, passing the fear that was rising its way up to his throat.

About six women walked in that he didn't recognize.

Jeez, how many of these bitches, AHH, are there? He thought. They circled around him just as the others had, a longing look in their eyes, watching his blood drip down his body.

"Annie," One of them whined. "You didn't tell us he was delicious looking." She said with a grin, revealing her fangs. Annie and the others' were bared as well.

"Sorry to leave that out Jezebel," Annie said. "But I guess ya know now,"

"Let's get this going I'm hungry," Another spat bitterly.

"Yes, yes Prudence," Annie said. "I think that's a great idea," Annie was getting closer to him, closer to his neck where she had been continually biting him. She put her face next to it and inhaled deeply. "Mm, I love the smell of fear,"

Her teeth sank into him not even a second later, followed by five more pairs. Two were clinging onto his back, their hands pressed on the wounds from Annie's nails. Dean didn't hesitate to scream this time. They continued to drain away his blood, their painful jaws clamped firmly over his skin.

"Please," He said softly, his energy so low he couldn't talk any louder. "Annie please stop. I'm so…" Annie bit him harder. "AHHHH!" Some of the others giggled. What little strength he had left was fading fast. He was physically unable to keep his tears back this time as the grueling agony continued to shoot through his body, one bite at a time.

Minutes that felt like years passed; Annie and the other blood suckers let him go. He could hardly breathe, tears streaked his face and continued to fall from bloodshot green eyes. He trembled and moaned softly. Annie pulled up his face. She pushed her mouth onto his, the reek of copper on her breath, and took the blood on his lip with her. She touched his face again but it was more of a mocking gesture. Finally she let him go, giving him at least a shred of mercy.

"Bye-bye Dean," She said with a grin, "See ya soon." She slammed the metal door behind her, the glow of the bare bulb dying in an instant.

Dean hung in the pitch black, his knees almost touching the ground. His sobs were quiet, his throat dry and stomach empty. He was exhausted but afraid to sleep. They could turn him. He doubted they would but Annie was far from predictable. He felt his stomach contort and he gagged, though nothing came out. His stomach pushed and rolled, causing him to dry heave. It was painful, extremely. His throat caught on fire when he coughed; his abdomen still trying to push out the nonexistent contents of his stomach.

"Uhhn," He sobbed once, his stomach calmed. His body shivered, a sheen of cold sweat starting to work its way down his body. "S-somebody m-m-make th-this st-st-stop…p-please,"


Lauren sat up, her hand on her neck, face white. She looked around at the people staring at her and wiped her forehead clean of the beads of sweat that had formed there. She turned and faced Sam in the booth she was sitting in. Slowly the surrounding diner goers went back to their business, though they shot Lauren fearful and wary glances every now and then. Maggie was sitting next to her, her hand on her shoulder, worry in her eyes.

"Was I screaming?" Lauren asked quietly. Sam and Maggie nodded. Lauren shook her head and buried her face in her hands. Maggie wrapped her arm around both of Lauren's shoulders and squeezed her lightly.

Going back to the "nest" had been a flop. They hadn't found a damn thing, and it had already been 24 hours. The early morning light shown through the large window in the diner, the sky cloudless on the warm March morning completely opposite of how they each felt. If Lauren could change the weather she would make the biggest storm she could, just so people would know how hard it was for her to sit here and not start banging on people's doors.

"Look we can't just sit here," Lauren said harshly.

"Lauren you're exhausted. We all are. Right now we just need to take a breather and calm down. Running on Red Bull is not gonna help us find Dean," Lauren stood, tears in her eyes.

"Maggie my time is already limited with him. I can't just 'take a breather' and sit here. I don't have that kind of time," She turned and walked toward the bathroom.

She shut the one person bathroom door behind her and pushed the lock in. She looked at herself in the mirror.

She did look tired. Her eyes had turned a darker shade of blue, their usual spark turned into a hateful fire that consumed everything. She had told Maggie the truth. She didn't want to rest because if she did it would be another second that Dean had to be away from her and in that bitches clutches. The one that called him useless. She didn't remember what she looked like, or even her name, but she would find out, and soon.

Her empathy picked up a sharp wave of hurt, and shame from the same person she had been for the past day. She gripped her chest and leaned against the sink.

"Dean, I know you can't hear me baby but, it's gonna be okay. We're gonna find you, we're gonna save you. I love you," She shook her head.

I'm talking to nobody, She thought. Maybe I'm crazier than I know.

Abruptly she felt something, something both painful and great. Hope.

"Dean?" She whispered. The same reaction. "Holy hell, Dean can you hear me?"

Lauren? The voice was small, weak, and very quiet, but it was there.

"Oh-oh my God," She said quietly.

Help me, please baby. I-I need you. Please. Ohuh, it hurts Lauren. The voice was shaky, like it was crying. Lauren grimaced as her heart ached.

"Baby you gotta hang on. Fight this bitch whenever you can. I know it's hard but you have to try,"

I, I tried. But she, they…Lauren it hurt so bad. I didn't wanna say it, I really didn't but it hurt- Silence. Lauren's eyes grew.

"Dean? Dean! Oh no, Dean please!" She cried, her voice rising. No response. She ran her hand through her hair, utterly despaired. Hopelessness that wasn't her own tumbled over her in a monstrous crash along with a fair amount of loneliness.

She realized painfully Dean felt she had abandoned him; that she had left him alone. She also realized she was crying. She looked up and scowled. "What the hell was that?" She bellowed. "You let me talk to him just to make him feel worse? What the hell are you anyway? Why won't you let me save him?" Only silence met her. "Yeah that's right. Keepin' your mouth shut as usual! Damn it I hate you!" Her breath was deep her face beet red, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Why did you give me this shit if I'm not supposed to save the people I love?" Still silence.

She grunted and shoved the tears out of her eyes. If her couldn't rely on her psychic abilities to help her husband, then she'd have to do it the old fashioned way.

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