Hello and thanks for coming back. Sorry for the delay on posting this chapter and doubly sorry for it being a short one. I hope, however, that you will still enjoy. To all of you who have sent such lovely reviews, I extend a heartfelt thank you.


Sam watches in horror as the alpha grabs his brother by the hair and hauls him up and quickly away, Dean's boots slipping and scrambling across the surface of the floor like fingers desperately reaching out for leverage to help stop the momentum.

Sam's blood boils and freezes at the same time as the curl of a smile descends on the bastard's face; as the vamp appears to be mesmerized by the presence of his brother within his grasp.

Dean's proximity to his father is unravelling the last vestiges of resistance from his body and the promise of compliance is beyond delectable. The crescendo of blood that fills his child's veins sweeps over him like a tidal wave of want, its pull so strong and on the verge of overpowering that he finds it necessary to pause and close his eyes to try and regain control of his own body. He feels his teeth begin to break the surface of his skin, the influx of scents and sounds and images rattling through his core and making his dizzy with anticipation. He needs this. He wants this. Wants him. Now.

Sam shivers at the look that crosses the vamp's features. It's decided. Sam is going to erase the smirk off that bastard's face, permanently.

With his eyes glued on the pair of figures ahead, the dull sounds of Samuel's distress not even making him pause, he walks forward, bends to pick up the stranded gun, and manages to raise and point it at the fucking thing by the time he stands to his full height once again.

The alpha barely acknowledges the movement from the other man, his focus steadfastly remaining on the hunter that he now holds firmly in his clutches. The lure of Dean's flesh is so strong and undeniable that he can wait no longer for a taste.

"Dean? DEAN!"

He flicks his eyes to the younger brother, pure and incapacitating terror flitting away in his eyes. Time to have some fun. He locks his gaze onto Sam's and his smile broadens as he laces his words within a condescending tone.

"Tsk, Tsk. Oh Sam, you know that is no match for the likes of me."

His gaze stays on Sam as his head descends. He cannot nor does he intend to stop the deep, desirous moan from escaping his open mouth as his tongue slowly traces the outline of the barely concealed and pulsing artery taking pitiful refuge behind that one flimsy layer of sweat drenched skin. He casts his eyes down to the glistening trail he just coated on Dean's skin and he can't help but follow the path once more.

Dean's body quivers at the sensation and the rapid intake of breath he hears accompany his touch sends a bolt of electricity through his own frame.

"Leave him the fuck alone you perverted piece of shit!"

The chuckle that reverberates through the corridor cuts into Sam like a knife. Fine, maybe a bullet won't kill the fucker but he's damn sure it will at least hurt like a bitch, and hopefully buy him some time to figure out what to do. He sure as hell isn't going to just stand there and watch this freak get his rocks off sampling the taste of his brother's skin.

His eyes drift to his floundering brother; Dean's strength seems to be fading faster now that he is held immobile in the creature's fucked up version of an embrace. He takes a deep breath and tunes out everything around him to zero in on the bastard's smug face.

The trigger is depressed with confidence and Sam is rewarded by the hiss of pain that spews out from his brother's captor, as the lead buries into its intended target.

A smirk plants itself on Sam's features until the alpha looks up to him again; the formation of jagged teeth morphing Sam's curved lips into an open gape. Teeth, sharp and designed to tear into flesh and meat now occupy the limited space in the vampire's mouth, its eyes burning with both hatred towards him and hunger towards his brother.


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