It took me some time to update. I've been obssessively reading fan fictions over the past weeks. But I'm back in action! My goal for the next chapter is to make the chapters longer. If it works, good. If not, well I'm okay with the length right now. At least this way I know I'm not boring you guys too much ;)
(Somewhere near Alexandria, Indiana)
The night had finally come and shivers went through the tall bulky man's body as he limped his way down County Line road. He hadn't eaten or drank any blood all day and had just lost all of his family members at the hands of two sons of bitches that he had never even met before. In a matter of seconds his life had been ripped apart, and he had been able to survive.
But he didn't care anymore. How could he go down immortality all by himself? No way could he start a new family, knowing that he would never be able to find anyone else to love the way he had loved Naomi. They had been mates for hundreds of years and throughout their lives as vampires they had welcomed five more members in their nest only. They had taken care of them like brothers and sisters, even sometimes as their own children. And now he had none of them.
Could he be ready to join in another nest? He chuckled at the thought: he would never bow to another vampire. He had been in charge of his own nest, and joining in another nest would only show him as weak. He had his pride, after all.
He continued to walk slowly down the road, starving and ready to eat the first thing with blood that he would set his eyes on. The thought of the two men came to his mind once more. The taller one hadn't been so lucky after the barn had collapsed; for all he knew he could be lying still under the debris. The shorter one could have easily gone away. The vampire's second set of teeth came out and he left out a growl at the thought of avenging his family; that blood would be the best meal he would have had in years. All he had to do was to find the man's scent again and hunt him down.
His thoughts were distracted by the sound of a tree branch breaking. The vampire turned around quickly on his feet. He was in defensive mode and was ready to attack whichever creature that would show his face. It was then that he realized where he was, and the sound of a woman's giggle behind him only made things even clearer for the vampire.
"Oh, my! Your mother never showed you any proper way to greet a woman, hasn't she?"
The vampire turned around one more time, almost dizzy. He finally got caught the woman in his sight. The small woman had dark hair up in a messed up ponytail and wore the prettiest black dress the vampire had seen on a woman. He wondered for a moment how she could stand in the middle of the night only wearing a small dress and didn't shiver.
"Who… who are you?" The vampire trembled at the question. He already knew the answer, but wanted to be sure.
The woman's eyes turned blood red. "Why Devon, I am insulted!"
"What do you want, bitch? It's not like I asked you to come up here!"
The crossroads demon walked slowly towards the vampire and smiled. "I couldn't help but notice that you needed help finding… someone."
"And how would you know that?" Devon frowned at her. He knew that the red eyed demons could play tricks on whoever they met, but he didn't know just how far she would go.
"I know everything, Devon. That's my job, after all."
"Is that so?"
The crossroads demon turned her back at him, slowly becoming impatient. "All you have to know is that I am here to help you. But if you don't want my offer I can take it somewhere else…" She slowly started to walk away and after a moment Devon gave up.
"What do you want?"
The demon smiled in victory before turning to face Devon again. "I want the same thing as you, Devon. I want the Winchesters in hell, rotting."
"The Winchesters?"
Devon's reaction made the demon laugh. She looked back at him, wondering if he was joking: he wasn't.
"You lived centuries as a vampire and do not have a clue who the Winchesters are? My boy, you are more screwed that I thought you were."
A sudden chill over took Devon's body. "What are you talking about?"
"The Winchesters are the best known hunters out there. Their father, John, is still a feared name in hell, even after he died two years ago. But the boys…" she hissed at the last word, "well they've been through hell and back, literally, and yet they are still a pain in my ass."
"So what do you want me to do?"
The crossroad demon was satisfied that the vampire seemed to have caught on the seriousness of the situation. "I want both of them dead."
The vampire chuckled "And what do I get in return?"
The woman didn't answer instantly. She walked to the vampire, placing her right hand on his chest, breathing in his scent. "I know you want her back, Devon. You miss Naomi; you need her and love her. You two could start a new family together far away from all of the hunters out there." She kissed his jaw line, feeling it tensed by the touch of her lips. "All I have to do is snap my fingers and you two will be together again."
The demon pushed herself away, looking into Devon's eyes.
"You said you wanted them both dead? I thought the tall one was already done for?"
"And you think that a barn collapsing over Sam Winchester's head would have killed him?" The demon snickered. "You do need to work on your research."
When the vampire didn't answer her comment, the crossroads demon went on. "He is being treated in a hospital in Alexandrian, about a hundred miles from here." This was it. This was the moment the vampire had waited for. He could have his revenge. "But I warn you that it won't be easy to get in that hospital."
He took a few moments to think this over. There was no way he could get inside that hospital and easily kill off two guys. But when he saw the demon's smile growing, he suddenly felt reassured.
"Tell me what I have to do."
xXx
(Alexandria's General Hospital)
Dean hadn't moved from his chair since he was first allowed in the room. Elbows on his knees and his fists in front of his mouth, his eyes stayed on Sam at all times. The small light at the head of Sam's bed was the only source of lighting in the room and the only sounds heard came from all the machines inside the room and distant people talking in the hallway. Dean had never seen Sam in this state before and wondered if this is how Sam had felt each time Dean had ended up, almost dead, in a hospital. Dean felt powerless. Sam couldn't move a muscle and couldn't respond to his big brother.
A small, old nurse that probably could have had her retirement party ten years ago kept walking in the room. Not to check up on Sam, but on Dean.
"Sir, if I have to tell you again that visiting hours are over one more time I will have to call in security."
He already had the warning four times and was sick of hearing the same old warning. "I don't give a crap about your warning. I'm not leaving my brother in this hellhole of yours!" The nurse, offended, closed the door behind her when she left. Dean never wanted to raise his tone at her, but he needed time with his brother.
Sam hadn't showed any signs of recovery or that he would wake up anytime soon. Dean couldn't help but to notice that the doctor had told him two different things before coming in the room.
"We won't know fully until he wakes up. We still need to get him a scan for his head and he is still unconscious."
…
"He is resting now…"
What the hell did that mean? Didn't the doctor know what was going on with his brother?
Dean snapped out of it when he heard the door open slightly. Speaking of the devil, he thought…
"Mr. Turner? Visiting hours are over. I'm going to have to ask you to please leave and come back in the morning."
Dean looked up at her. "I can't leave him alone in here."
"Sir," she sighed. "It's against hospital policy to stay here after hours. I could get in a lot of trouble, and so could you."
"Then bring it on." He stood up and walked to her, his eyes still glued on his little brother. "I have no where else to go, doc. I just want to make sure he's fine, and I want to be here in case…"
He didn't want to finish that sentence. His eyes finally turned to the doctor. Dean could only try the puppy eyes, thinking about when Sam did the trick on him.
The doctor finally nodded. "Fine. I'll make sure that everything is arranged so that the security won't kick you out. But for tonight only."
Tears came to Dean's eyes, and he tried his best not to show her. "Thank you."
She smiled. "Can I only ask you one thing in return?"
"Anything"
"Please don't make Agnes mad. She might be small and close to retirement, but even the security guards fear her."
Dean nodded and returned the smile. "Deal."
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