I do check my text over and over but typos always manage to slip through, sorry!
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Chapter Six
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Sam pushed open heavy-lidded eyes that he immediately re-closed as the painful thumping in his head assured him that he was still very much alive. He tried to lift an arm but the chains that held them only allowed him a minimum of movement and he flopped his head back against the wall, the comfort of bringing a hand to his wound denied him.
He could feel the stickiness of dried blood on his hair and he vaguely remembered a sharp blow to the head before everything had gone dark.
He squeezed his eyes closed tight before attempting to open them again; his head pulsed with pain but it wasn't as if he wasn't used to worse, he thought wryly, ignoring it and running his eyes around his prison; for prison it was, chains usually didn't indicate Disneyland.
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It was a basement room, with a narrow window on high and a sturdy iron-studded door in one of the walls. He was laid out on the ground and his gaze fell to the chains that hampered his movements; a short one held each wrist prisoner, not allowing him to bring his hands together. He was well and truly trussed up.
Through the window he could see that night was falling and he bet that Dean was already climbing the walls at his disappearance.
He had always huffed at his brother when Dean called him a trouble magnet but he had to give him his due; God he couldn't even go on a supply run without some fugly dragging him off to his castle dungeon like some swooning princess!
His eyes went back to the door. Sooner or later he'd find out who it was this time round that had decided it was essential to have an original 'Sam Winchester' as a fashion object in their chic gothic basement!
Well he wouldn't have to wait any longer and he braced himself for whatever was about to come through the door as the clicking noise of a key could be heard turning in the lock.
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"My dear child, so nice to see you once more," the suave voce greeted him. "I promised you that we'd meet again and here we are! So nice to have a chat with old friends, isn't it?"
"Huh, I would've thought I was a bit too old for your personal preferences, going by those you surrounded yourself with last time we met," Sam mouthed sarcastically.
"Ah! You refer to my young protégés I presume, one of whom you stole away from me, but no matter, there have been plenty more willing to call me father. Young blood is like new wine, so fresh and sparkling," the Alpha Vampire answered calmly, "but one day you may have the joy of discovering it for yourself."
Sam's face took on a disgusted expression at the memory of the two youngsters he had seen at the Vamp's headquarters and at the thought of the creature before him drinking their innocent blood.
"So, if I'm not good enough to drink, just what do you want with me?" Sam asked.
The Alpha seemed to consider the question attentively before answering.
"You were correct when you warned me against the Leviathans. They had no love for me nor my children; they wanted to exterminate us along with the other non-human creatures that roam the Earth. They desired all the available space in order to breed you delicious humans, and while I understand their greed, I wasn't quite on board with them killing off my species. They weren't successful as you know, but they did a lot of damage and my children are vastly reduced. In other words my young friend, we need to breed and increase our numbers."
"Forgive me if I don't feel bad for you," Sam snarled. "I wouldn't shed a tear if you were all wiped out."
"How very ungenerous of you my child, but one day you may feel differently, " the Alpha smiled smarmily.
"I still don't get why you kidnapped me or why I'm still alive and unharmed," Sam repeated.
"All in good time my boy, all in good time. I'm waiting for a little family reunion before proceeding. I'm sure your brother will show up before too long looking for his lost little sibling."
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Sam felt a ripple of fear shoot through him. There was no doubt that Dean would come looking for him, and chained up like he was he had no way of warning him.
"Dean isn't stupid enough to let himself fall into a trap, and what's Dean got to do with all this anyway? " Sam asked, hoping that the vampire would let slip more info if he kept him talking.
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"Tut, tut, Sam; everyone from Heaven through to Purgatory, knows that you are each other's weak spot and there's absolutely no doubt that Dean will turn up on his black horse to rescue you. It's not as if it's never happened before, now is it?" he smirked.
"I was witness to Dean's most intimate thoughts in the brief time he was my vampire child and I know there is nothing he wouldn't do to save his brother. Don't bother denying it, Sam," the Alpha added lifting a hand, as Sam began to speak. " That's just how it is; get over it!"
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"Fair enough then; but if you're so sure of your facts then you'll also know that Dean is gonna kill you when he gets his hands on you," Sam sneered.
"Perhaps. We shall see, but for the moment I have the winning hand; the only bargaining tool that means anything to Dean Winchester, you his brother!" he finished off theatrically.
Sam rolled his eyes. "I still don't understand what you want with us. Is it just revenge, or what? Heck, we haven't even killed any vamps recently. I can't believe you're stupid enough to mess with us just for fun."
"Certainly not, child. I told you that my race has been nearly exterminated. I need new and more vigorous blood to build up my followers and I can think of nothing better that the indomitable Winchester blood to inject the best qualities into my new breed. Your brother was the most potent vampire I had ever had the pleasure to count among my children and he will be again, with the right 'encouragement' of course!" the Alpha added.
"Well it was so nice chatting, but I have so many things to attend to while I wait for your worried brother to arrive. I hope you're not too uncomfortable but as you Winchesters seem to escape from the most improbable places, I'm afraid this is the best accommodation I can offer for the moment."
He walked out leaving Sam sighing in despair for he knew the vampire was right and that Dean would throw himself into any sort of danger to get him back. He tugged uselessly on the chains, fervently hoping that his big brother would be careful.
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Dean and Ginny found the Impala exactly where it should have been, parked on a corner near the shopping area, but other than some bags lying haphazardly on the ground, sure testimony that Sam had been jumped unexpectedly by someone or something, there were no other clues.
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"Some son of a bitch has got their hands on Sammy," Dean cursed angrily. "We gotta find out who."
"There's no blood to be seen, Dean," Ginny consoled him. "If they wanted to harm him they wouldn't have bothered taking him away, they'd have killed him on the spot."
"Yeah, but that doesn't make me feel any better. Sam's been through enough; all he needs is more friggin' suffering at the hands of some sadistic freak who wants his turn at getting his revenge on us!"
Ginny placed a hand on his arm.
"Dean, dear, I just transported you here via soul power, so don't you think that the Men of Letters might have a quick scrying spell to find Sam? Now are you going to give me a ride in this black beauty of yours? Using the energy of the soul is handy, but very debilitating and I need to sit down."
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She patted the Impala's hood. "John was always so fond of this car. It is the same one right?" she smiled getting a nod from Dean. "He told me that some young man gave him a tip about it being a great buy, and how happy he was to have bought it instead of the Volkswagen he had been going for!"
Dean raised his eyebrows, but didn't comment. Things were complicated enough, no need to add more to the pot. Time travel was a tricky thing; the less said the better.
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He opened the door courteously to let the old lady seat herself, and slid into the driving seat. His gran might not get any points in a fist fight but her brain was a treasure trove of secrets, and he was glad she was there to stop him freaking out too much at Sam's disappearance.
Strangely enough, however, Dean had never felt so confident and self-assured. He didn't know if it was due to the unexpected presence of his grandmother, but he felt as he once had, before all the Apocalypse crap had hit the fan, when he and Sam were younger and it was all about the rush they got when they saved a life from evil. It had felt so good back then.
Yep, he smirked to himself; bad-ass Dean Winchester was back in the saddle! Whoever had taken Sammy had made a big mistake!
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