Throb...

Awareness crept back slowly.

Throb...

A waft of blood bourn on a breeze, laced with damp, stale sweat and alcohol.

Throb...

Low voices murmured; laughing, teasing. Gloating.

Throb...throb...

The feel of coagulating blood meandered from his obviously bound wrists, a deep-seated ache pounding in his head.

Throb...throb...throb!

"Urg..." Dean groaned, unable to stifle the noise as he fluttered his eyes open and attempted to sit upright, only to have rope pull taut against his torn wrists eliciting a fresh ooze of bright-red blood. His head hurt so damn much!

When did John Bonham decide to start livin' in my head?

A throaty, female voice interrupted his musings as Kate sauntered into view with a leering grin plastered all over her face, bending down before Dean to wink and ruffle his hair.

"Nice of you to join us, I was hoping you'd wake up soon so we can play."

"Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to play with your food?" Dean replied with a look of distaste, trying to be as obnoxious as possible.

"Oh, don't you wanna play Dean?" Kate cooed, pouting as she leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "We'd have sooo much fun..."

"Nah, I think I'll pass. I don't usually go for ancient, blood-thirsty scanks."

Kate heaved a sigh as she trailed her finger through the blood coursing over his hands before she stood up and turned away.

"That's too bad." She said regretfully, watching Dean's blood trickle over her finger, "Maybe I'll just have to wait until Sammy gets here..."

"I hate to tell you but you're not exactly his type. Don't think he's into all the kinky leather crap."

"I can make do with lace if he'd prefer that?" Kate asked, eyebrows raised suggestively. "I figured you were more the leather guy. Me? I'm not fussed."

"What a surprise," Dean muttered sardonically.

"Eternity will teach a girl a thing or two," she shrugged. "I could take you places you've never even dreamed of."

"I draw the line at necrophilia...wow, haven't we already had this conversation?...or are you just trying to see where I stand now that you don't have to worry about Luther?"

The female vampire scowled darkly, eyes boring into Dean's own as a growl escaped her lips. Her hand whipped out at smashed into the side of his face with a resounding slap.

"Tetchy. Did I hit a nerve sweetheart?" Dean smirked, tongue flicking out to lap up the blood from the cut on his mouth.

Another blow left his head spinning slightly and ears ringing.

Throb...throb...throb...

"Watch your mouth! I'm doing this for Luther!" she cried forcefully.

Great, psycho bitch is out for revenge...

After a moment of intense silence a familiar sound permeated the stillness as the first strains of Zeppelin's Good Times Bad Times piped from Deans mobile.

A sibilant flow of laughter escaped from Kate's mouth as she threw her head back.

"Ah, the star of the show!" she sneered, picking up his mobile-now tainted, he thought dryly-to check the caller ID.

"Go on, Dean, answer it. Tell your brother to hurry-party's about to start."

"No way I'm telling where we are, you stupid bitch." Dean replied.

"Oh you will. You will or you'll watch as I suck the life from sweet little Hannah's body. Now why don't you try again..."

Dean realised for the first time that he wasn't alone with the vampires as he watched Kate sway to the far side of the darkened room where the young girl was bound to a post in a similar fashion to him. Whimpers escaped her as Kate drew near, hissing as her fangs made an appearance.

"No! No please don't! Noooooo!" she sobbed, back cracking off the pillar behind her as she shook uncontrollably, head shaking back and forth in denial.

Kate turned her back on the girl and fixed Dean with a questioning yet knowing smirk as she walked back to his side, flipping the phone open to place it by his ear.

"Dean! Are you alright? Where are you? Dean?!" Sam's urgent, panic-filled voice came from the speaker, firing off questions in rapid succession. Dean could almost feel the concern radiating from him.

"Sammy..."

"Oh thank God, are you ok-are you hurt?"

"Sam-I'm fine...I'm – eh -" Dean hesitated, knowing he needed Sam's help to get out of whatever dive he was holed up in but also knowing that telling him to come get him was putting him in danger...Kate's expression turned even more predatory and threatening as she allowed her gaze to stray to Hannah just as the girl screamed out.

"No! You have to help me please?! HELP ME!" imploring eyes beseeched him and he sought to reassure.

"Hannah, listen to me. Help is coming."

"That's her! - Shut up!- he said Hannah! That means she's alive, we gotta- Dean? Dean?!" muddled voices caused Dean to screw his eyes shut as his head protested the level of noise emanating from the tiny device held by his ear.

"I'm fine bro, just a little tied up right now..." Dean said, glaring up at Kate as she grinned smugly.

"It's okay, I'm coming to get you. Where you at? How many of them are there, Dean?" Sam's voice took on a more controlled quality that would have made Dean proud had it not make him sick with dread.

Dean looked around to take stock of his surroundings noting that he was inside a large room full of old dusty boxes. The room was cold, damp and had corrugated walls. Blessedly he couldn't read the writing on the boxes that would have allowed him to tell Sam exactly where to come.

"...we're ah...at another warehouse. Prize for originality." He muttered, pleased when a tiny puff of air from Sam rewarded his sarcasm.

"Don't worry Dean, I'll find you."

The conviction in his brother's voice, the promise and love and need, caused a lump to swell in his throat.

"Be careful Sammy." Dean said loudly as Kate pulled the phone from his ear.

"Best hurry up and find us Sammy...you don't want Dean to have all the fun do you?" she simpered before lashing out with her foot to kick Dean in the stomach.

He doubled over as much as his restraints would allow, wheezing, eyes smarting against his will, as he tried to ignore the faint voice yelling out from the phone that Kate then snapped closed.

"Oh well, now that that's done...let's get this party started..."


A/N: thanks to those of you who are reading this, and those of you who are still reviewing-you know who you are :) I really appreciate it. Anyhow, next chapter is back to Sam's POV...it will be on the way soon.

-Aliyssa x