Blood Pact
Chapter 7
Author's notes: Sorry for the long wait guys. I was quite busy these last few weeks and couldn't really get my muse on. Thank you, as always, for the numerous reviews, favs and follows! You guys ROCK! :D Option A was chosen for this chapter. There's quite a lot of dialogue- hope that's okay. Also- a little bit of Hurt!Dean in reaction to what happened at the end of chapter 6. Enjoy!
It all happened so fast.
One second Dean was standing in front of him, piecing things together and the next he had slumped to the ground like a sack of bricks and didn't get back up.
Sam had trouble processing things, vision clouded over by a blurred haze, but when he saw the glinting lead pipe in Benny's hands, his mind started drawing the connection and his heart stopped beating in his chest.
Dean's unconscious body lay sprawled across the wooden docks, his face angled unnaturally to the side, trickle of blood running down the center of his forehead from a vicious looking cut below his hairline.
Benny had hurt Dean- had taken a fucking lead pipe to his brother's head and that was the last straw.
"You sonofabitch—" Sam growled, storming forward, hands already going for his gun but his advance was cut short when the vampire grabbed him at the shoulders, delivered a swift kick to his stomach and effectively disarming him before slamming him down to the ground.
The unexpected counter attack was disorienting to the already unsteady Winchester and before Sam knew it Benny had dropped down on top of him and painfully dug his knee into his stomach.
Sam grunted, struggling beneath the crushing weight of the man's leg as it pressed into his abdomen, restricting his breathing.
"Coming here was a mistake Sammy and I'm afraid yer brother's gonna be the one to pay for it." Benny nodded his head towards the older Winchester brother, eyes gleaming dangerously. "Think about it- Dean never needed to get involved in this and now he's gonna die… and all of yer' ridiculously pathetic efforts to save him… they'll be for naught."
"Fuck you," Sam forced out from behind clenched teeth, lashing out and landing a flat handed punch to the vampire's throat, causing Benny to momentarily lose his balance- just long enough for Sam to roll out beneath him.
Breathing heavily, Sam crawled towards his unconscious brother and fumbled for the blood-smeared machete that was attached to his belt but before he got a chance to rip the weapon from its satchel, the sound of a cocked gun made him freeze, heart jackhammering frantically in his chest.
Sam stilled his movements, holding his breath as the looming shadow of Benny's threatening pose fell over him and Dean.
"Hands were I can see 'em, no foul tricks or he's gonna take a bullet to the head, that clear?"
Sam bit his lower lip, mind spinning with about a thousand moves he could try but not daring to do anything that could put his brother's life in jeopardy.
"Alright," he let out in a puffed exhale, slowly straightening up onto his knees, palms lifted in a non-threatening way, shoulders tense and eyes fixated on his brother's still form. "D-don't shoot. Just… don't hurt him, okay? I'll do what you say—"
"Shut up," Benny snapped, towering over them, arms outstretched and gun pointed steadily at Dean's head. "Get your ass over to the warehouse… you know the drill, don't ye?"
Sam licked his lips, forehead crinkling into a protesting frown. He glanced back down at Dean- unwilling to leave his brother behind. "Dean—"
"I'll take care of him. Unless…" Benny chuckled gleefully. "Unless you wanna carry him that is?"
Sam threw Benny a murderous glower over the shoulder.
Yeah, right… wasn't exactly like he could lift up his brother's 170 pound frame from the floor in the state he was in- much less carry him all the way over to the storage hall on the other side of the docks.
Sam kneeled unresponsively before his unconscious brother, every fiber of his being focused on the slow rise and fall of Dean's chest, on the way his brother's breathing had slowed out into a steady rhythm similar to the one you'd have in a state of serene sleep.
He carefully lowered a hand to Dean's carotid but barely had enough time to feel a flutter of his brother's heartbeat against his shaking fingers before Benny sharply barked at him to raise his hands back up into the air.
Finally, once he'd reassured himself of his brother's strong pulse and relative physical intactness Sam dared to inch backwards, both arms raised and fingers pointing to the sky. "Benny, I swear to fucking god, if you hurt him any more than that I'll—"
"You'll what?" Benny snidely interrupted, gesturing for Sam to get a move on with the tip of the gun- face set into lines of grim determination. "Don't know if you've realized, but you're not exactly in the position to threaten me, kiddo."
Sam's jaw locked, equally grim, eyes falling to the ground as he nodded his understanding. "Yeah, alright… you're calling the shots here, I get it, Benny, I do… just—leave Dean out of this, alright? He doesn't know anything yet- if you can just- I don't know, leave him out here—"
Granted- maybe his suggestion was a little weak, especially given that Dean would be hell-bent on finding him and Benny once he came to. But Sam was grasping at straws here and with the way he was basically useless, being weakened and dizzy and weaponless- he was ready to ignore his own pride and do anything to ensure his brother's safety.
But judging from the self-righteous smile on Benny's face, his tactic wasn't working as well as he'd hoped.
"You know being down there in Purgatory? The one thing I could never understand was how many of my monster buddies knew your family name… Winchester," Benny spat the name out like the rancid aftertaste of something he'd eaten, face grimacing in distaste.
"Even down there the name was making circuits… everybody had at least heard of the famous hunter family who hacked and slayed its way through the world of the supernatural. And now I am standing here- one of you knocked out cold-" Benny snorted and spat a glob of pile down next to Dean's face, earning himself a dirty glower from Sam.
"And the other on his knees- about four pints low on blood, barely able to stand and begging me for lenience. So no, Sammy boy, I don't think I'm gonna leave your brother out here... I think I'm gonna enjoy taking you both out. Once and for all."
Sam clenched his teeth, feeling a violent bout of anger surge through the pit of his stomach. "You ever stopped to think that maybe… maybe these bastards knew our name so well because we were the ones to send them down there in the first place?"
Sam was breathing heavily, trying to catch enough air to get his sentences out in one go. He needed to pull it together. Needed to ignore the raging headache that would have been vicious enough to send him to his knees, if he hadn't already been kneeling. Needed to ignore the way his surroundings kept swimming out of focus and changing proportions.
All of it needed to wait until his brother was safe.
Until Dean was conscious and talking and walking and ready to kick some ass.
"Did the thought ever cross your mind that the last thing these bastards became aware of before we snapped their necks was how fucking stupid it is to underestimate a Winchester?"
Benny grinned predatorily down at him, pearly white teeth bared behind his stretched lips. "I like you, Sam… you're funny. Kind of a pity, really, that I'll have to snap your neck this time and put an end to that whole Winchester legacy crap… but don't worry… still a lot of fun to have together before it comes to that."
Sam swallowed at the reminder of what Benny had in stow for him, looking back down at his brother, fingers curling up into fists and teeth grinding together. "Do whatever you want to me… but Dean… Dean's got n-nothing to do with this—he trusted you—"
"That he does, my friend, that he does…" Benny snickered, shaking his head as if he couldn't really understand how he had managed to pull that feat off all by himself when so many of his predecessors had failed. "And it will be all the more fun to watch him break because of it once I let him in on our little 'agreement'."
"You're a t-twisted… son of a …bitch, you know that?" Sam spat out through gritted teeth as he slowly rolled back on his heels, straightening up into a standing position.
"Been told so once or twice…" Benny chuckled, sounding almost proud of his achievement and Sam had never wanted to wipe the smug grin off anyone's face more than he did in that second.
He ignored the cold shudder that wrecked his body at the chilly breeze that blew by and lifted his chin a little, squaring his shoulders and steeling himself for whatever Benny had planned.
"Good boy," Benny praised him like a dog, causing the younger man to bristle with rage. "Now turn your back."
"No way."
Like that was going to happen. Turning his back on his brother when Dean was laid out on the floor and totally out of it- helpless against any kind of attack from the vampire.
The sound of a firing gun was loud enough to echo through the night- sending birds flying away in a flutter of wings and panicked screeches, when Benny pulled the trigger, burying a bullet in the wooden floor board next to Dean's sprawled out form.
Narrowly missing his brother's middle.
"Turn. Around." Benny ordered once more, not joking.
Sam's mouth had dropped open in shock; his eyes were blown wide, flickering from Benny to the bullet hole and back up.
His heart had stopped beating there for a second and his knees felt weak like overcooked spaghetti. "Alright- I hear you. Don't shoot him."
At first he wasn't sure if he could trust his own limbs to function properly, but somehow he still managed to comply with the vampire's request, the fear of getting Dean hurt propelling him into motion.
The mere fact that his brother hadn't awoken from the loud banging noise of the firing gun right next to him was testament to how out of it Dean must have been- to how hard Benny must have hit him.
A spark of deeply-rooted fear overcame Sam and made him worry about concussions, hemorrhaging and brain damage. But he couldn't let himself think that way.
If he started losing it now there would be no guarantee for how Benny might react.
"Get over to the warehouse and hold the door open so I can carry him inside. No funny stuff or I'll snuff his lights out, you hear?"
Sam nodded.
He started moving towards the storage building with slow but deliberate steps, mind racing with a million types of scenarios, mentally going through a checklist of things he could pull to gain the upper hand, but with the way Benny kept his gun trained at Dean's forehead there was no way to tell if Dean would survive the maneuver.
And Sam couldn't risk his brother's life.
Not under any circumstances.
Once he had positioned himself in the doorway, back pushing against the heavy steel door, Sam felt his insides clench at the sight of Benny heaving his unconscious brother's body up and manhandling him over his shoulder into a fireman's carry.
To look at the monster that had betrayed them in the worst ways possible with an unconscious Dean in his hands went against every single fiber of his being.
The vampire paused when he had reached the doorway, holding it open and motioning for Sam to step inside first- never willing to turn his back on the younger Winchester.
Once inside, Benny dragged his brother over to the wall and dumped Dean's body carelessly to the ground- his head only narrowly missing the steel pipe that ran along the walls of the building. "Hey!" Sam barked out in warning, instinctively taking a wavering step forward, but Benny shot him a threatening glower over the distance, freezing him in place.
"Hold yer horses… he's not feeling a damn' thing right now. But he will be if you don't do what I'm sayin'. Now come over here- slowly- and cuff him to the pipe."
"He's hurt…" Sam objected weakly, everything inside him protesting at the thought of having to lock Dean up when he was their only chance at getting out of this crappy situation.
Benny inclined his head to the side, eyes glinting a dangerous shade of blue. "Tough luck."
And that was that.
Sam pressed his lips together, letting out a slow breath before moving over to where Dean's body had been so gracelessly dumped on the dusty ground. He held out a hand, wriggling his fingers demandingly until a set of cool steel cuffs was dropped into his open palms.
Sam ran appraising fingers over his brother's pale cheek, wiping absent-mindedly at the crusted trail of blood that was smeared across Dean's forehead before lifting his brother's torso and propping it up against the wall behind him, so that his brother was in a seemingly comfortable sitting position.
"I said cuff him," Benny sneered from the side, tapping the muzzle of his gun impatiently against the back of Sam's head as a reminder of who was in charge. "Not cuddle him. Now, c'mon."
Sam sighed, taking one of Dean's lax arms into his hands and placing the first cuff around his brother's wrist. "I'm sorry…" he whispered as he clicked the metal into place, sliding his own fingers between the steel and his brother's skin to check if they were loose enough as to not cut his brother's blood circulation off.
He slipped the chain around the drainage pipe and closed the second cuff around Dean's other wrist before looking up at Benny expectantly. "What now?"
"What do you think?" Benny challenged, nodding towards the hated chair that was still conveniently placed in the middle of the storage hall- right beneath the swinging, dirt-crusted light bulb that cast the whole room into a gloomy haze of orange.
Sam closed his eyes, lashes fanning out against his ghostly cheeks. "So what… you're gonna bleed me dry, is that your glorious plan?"
"Among other things, yeah…" Benny said while Sam got up and moved towards the chair with leaden limbs and a heavy heart.
A small part of him wished for Dean to wake up before Benny would kill him, but that was a selfish thought- considering how much it would hurt his big brother to be forced to watch him die. Again.
If Sam had known how terrible all of this would end, he would have never… oh hell, who was he even kidding? Sam would have still done it- would have still made the deal and gotten them into all this trouble if there was even just the slightest chance of saving Dean from Purgatory.
That was kind of what they did.
"Then why let Dean live?" Sam rasped out drily, dropping down on the wooden chair with deathly resignation. "You want him to watch me die, is that it?"
"Well that sounds like a hell of a lot'a fun. But no, I need him for somethin' else first… Your brother and me are connected, Sammy-boy. Our bond runs through our veins since we performed the binding ritual in Purgatory…"
Sam knew that.
The binding spell had been what had enabled Benny to get Dean out of Purgatory in the first place.
Or so he had been told
But the magic he used had been powerful and their agreement had come with a few hidden agenda's Sam hadn't been aware of when he made the deal with the vampire.
Sam had tried every counter spell he could find in the bunker's library after Benny had first threatened to drag Dean back to Purgatory, but there was no way to test if the vampire's claims were true or not without getting Dean killed.
"What's that g-got to do with anything?" Sam wanted to know, frowning suspiciously at the vampire as Benny snaked a coil of rope through the armrest of the chair and around Sam's arms. "What the hell- you've got Dean as leverage and you still need to… tie me to a freakin' chair?"
"Precautions, " Benny winked at him with an easy grin, all smooth accent and teasing calm. "Wouldn't want to regret having underestimated a Winchester, right?"
Sam glowered at having his own words from earlier thrown back into his face.
"Right," Sam griped back, tugging on the course rope as it was knotted tightly around his wrists, rendering him immobile. "So the binding spell… what about it?"
If he was going down, he at least needed to know his brother was having a shot at getting out of this- at being saved. That Dean would be alright without him.
Benny proceeded to loop the coarse rope around his ankles, tying his feet to the chair legs, while shooting him cursory glances every now and then. "It's an ancient Mayan spell, causing two souls to be part of each other- if one dies the other dies and all that jazz… you get the idea—"
"A m-mayan… spell?" Sam was buffled. "But h-how I mean—is it reversible?"
Benny straightened up, eyes flashing with glee as he chuckled darkly.
"You really believe that shit, don't ye?"
The words were like a shovel of ice cubs shoved down his shirt front. Everything inside Sam twisted and coiled up tight- hot white anger flaring inside his belly and spreading out through his whole body.
"W-what?" Sam uttered, jaw dropping open in stunned incredulity. "B-But—"
"Mayan…" Benny snorted as if it was the most ridiculous thing in the world. "Do I sound like a spic to you, kid?"
There was a pregnant pause.
"There never was any spell was there?" Sam realized after a second, closing his eyes on a shuddery exhale.
"Sure there was," Benny gave back easily, "Just not anything with long lasting consequences. A spell to carry him out through the portal- and after he was released it was all over. No soul bindings or whatever. Getting your brother back down there would have been practically impossible."
Sam almost choked on his rage- the incredulity over his own gullibility nearly killing him. "You fucking asshole—you tricked me—"
"Seems to me that despite your fanfare around your family legacy, you haven't quite understood the term 'corrupted soul'," Benny analyzed gleefully, leaning down to whisper conspiratorially into Sam's ear. "Lying and deceiving is basically our job descriptions, Sammy-boy. It's about damn' time you learned that lesson…"
Sam gritted his teeth, heart racing in his chest, his emotions getting the better of him. Without warning, he shot forward in his seat- as far as the bindings would let him and head-butted Benny in the face, making brutal impact with the Vampire's nose.
Benny grunted, stumbling back a few steps, eyes widening in shock and hands flying up to where blood was already gushing from his nose. "Oh ye're gonna pay for that, you little shit—"
Fruitlessly wrestling with his bindings, Sam shrank back in his chair as Benny advanced on him, looking every bit the blood-thirsty monster Sam had always known him for.
The punch was expected, but that didn't lessen the pain. A jolt of blinding white agony blazed a trail through his jaw and up to his brain, sending him reeling. Sam's head was ruthlessly jerked back from the force of the vampire's blow and the bitter tang of blood spread on his tongue from where his own teeth had cut into flesh.
Raggedly breathing, head lolling forward and mind spinning in and out of control, Sam tried to gather his bearings, when a hand suddenly fisted his brown bangs and brutally twisted his face to the side, exposing his neck.
"You think the needles were bad, you good-fer-nothing, whiny little bitch?" Benny hissed into his ear, the sound of his voice causing the hair on Sam's neck to prickle with unease.
A few droplets of Benny's blood dripped down onto Sam's shirt and soaked the fabric, the tickle of Benny's breath and the way the vampire's fingers were carded through his hair leaving him squirming with unease.
"You ain't seen nothing yet, Sammy boy," Benny leaned in close, nose ghosting over the stretch of skin between Sam's shoulder blade and neck, sending a violent shiver down the younger man's spine.
"Get off me—" Sam ground out, nostrils flaring, chest heaving, but there was no escape, no way to keep the vampire from doing whatever he wanted.
"I could turn you, you know… could make you my blood-brother - my personal lapdog- ready to tend to my every wish until the end of time… and forced to feed on all these beloved innocents you fought so hard to keep safe."
"Never," Sam sneered, shaking his head despite the sharp pain that shot through his scalp at the way his hair tufts were strained. He said it with every bit of conviction and strength he had left in him, meant it with every single cell in his body. "I'd take a silver bullet to the scull first."
"Then how about I turn your beloved boyfrie—" Benny cleared his throat, openly teasing him. "My bad- I meant brother—how about I take Deano over there and make him my familiar? You be willing to take a silver bullet to his skull too?"
Sam viciously tugged at his bonds once again, snarling in rage when they didn't give an inch. "Fucking Bastard," he snapped, eyes glinting with unabashed fury as he glowered at Benny.
Blood loss was making him lightheaded and dizzy. He was panting, sweating and close to throwing up again, but none of it was comparable to the anger he harbored for that freaking vampire. He was going to rip Benny apart when all of this was over… and he was gonna make it slow.
"There's a cure… even if you t-turn him—"
"You won't be able to change him back after I'm done with you tonight… and given how pathetically easy it was for me to win his trust- given that you brother clearly doesn't have any other friends, I'd say it would be awhile before anybody noticed him missing."
"When Dean finds out about what you've done—" Sam shook his head, swallowing down a mouthful of blood. "When he finds out… you're not gonna want him by your side for eternity. I can promise you that."
Vampire or not- if Dean ever caught wind of what happened here- if his big brother found out that Benny had been torturing and blackmailing Sam for days before bleeding him dry, there'd be hell to pay. So much was for freaking sure.
Only an idiot would hype Dean Winchester up on strength and abilities by turning him into a vampire when having to face him in combat later on.
It would be a massacre.
"Think you got a point there, kid," Benny agreed, stubble scratching against the soft skin on Sam's exposed throat when he talked. "Especially seeing as how he's waking up just now to be here for the big showdown- right on time, like a true action hero… "
Benny turned around, smirking over at where Dean still rested unmovingly against the wall. "Welcome back, partner, how's the head? Feelin' comfy?"
Sam's heart skipped a beat, his eyes flying to where he had cuffed his pliant brother to the pipe earlier, only to find his Dean's head lifted up ever so slightly, eyelashes fluttering and lips twitching in the typical signs of an impending awakening.
"Dean…" Sam breathed out, fidgeting in his chair and straining his neck to get a better look at his brother, until Benny sharply tugged him back by the hair again, keeping him still.
"S'mmy?" Dean slurred, sounding groggy and slightly disoriented as he blinked a few times, trying to become aware of his surroundings. "'s going on?"
It took him a moment to clear his vision, but then it suddenly seemed to hit him full force- what he was looking at- Sam tied to a chair with a swollen jaw and a bloody cut in his lips, while Benny was hovering over him with a brutal grip on his hair.
"Benny?" Dean rasped out, sounding painfully confused and disbelieving at the scene that was played out in front of him. "What are you doing? What the hell is going on?"
Out of all the things Dean might have expected from Benny, finding him hovering over a battered looking, tied up little brother certainly wasn't one of them.
Sam saw the spark of awareness grow in Dean's verdant eyes as they roamed Sam's body appraisingly- taking stock of all of his brother's injuries and growing more suspicious by the second.
"Hey there brother, nice to have you back for the grand finale…" Benny drawled out running a teasing finger along Sam's bared jugular vein and licking his lips in unabashed hunger. "You wouldn't happen to mind me takin' a bite of your lovely boy here, would you now?"
"What?" Dean bit out sharply, suddenly wide awake as the reality of the situation slammed into him like a freight train. There was no mistaking the sudden surge of pure rage that twisted Dean's features and filled his eyes up to the brim. "Are you out of your freaking mind?! You don't drink human blood, remember? Sure as hell won't drink my brother's—"
A deep gurgle of laughter erupted from Benny's throat, echoing hollowly through the storage hall and coupled with his broken nose and the blood on his face- adding a grotesque villain-like flair to his devil-may-care attitude. "You still don't get it, do you Dean?"
"Get what?!" Dean wanted to move forward, only to find himself cuffed to a steel pipe. Sam could tell from the way his brother's whole posture was tensed up in fighter mode and from the way his eyes were tracking Benny's every move- that his brother already had a pretty good idea about what was going on.
"That the only reason why you're sitting here right now is because poor, grieving, dogged, Sammy over here—" Benny clapped a hand against his shoulder. "—was stupid enough to make yet another deal with a monster- obviously not having learned his lesson the first time."
"No," Dean shook his head fiercely, gritting his teeth. "You're lying! He wouldn't- Sam didn't—" Dean turned towards his brother with pleading eyes, begging for him to deny what Benny had just said. "Tell me you didn't, Sam!"
"Dean—" Sam choked, feeling his composure wilt and crumble under the accusatory look of devastation his brother was bestowing on him. "I'm so sorry... I should have told you—"
"Why?" Dean growled.
"To save his big brother of course…" Benny explained, smiling cruelly over at Dean. "Or did you seriously believe I saved you out of the goodness of my heart?"
Sam clenched his teeth- hating the heart-broken expression on his brother's face- the way Dean had yet again been betrayed and deceived by somebody he had trusted- somebody he had considered a friend.
"Awww, hell, brother… you did, didn't ye'?" Benny continued to tease Dean, spurred on by the older brother's shocked silence and the utter frustration in his grimace.
Dean roared, trying to rip himself free with a vicious snarl as he shot an annihilating death glare towards the vampire he had trusted so completely without realizing he was being played. "You conniving piece of shit! You played me this whole fucking time! From the first second I met you, didn't you? The whole fake-friendship crap- saving my ass- getting me out of there it was all just because of whatever Sam promised you—"
"Aye, brother—" Benny tipped his head towards Dean as if to salute him for finally putting it all together and Dean bristled at the use of the nickname- suddenly unable to stand the treacherous vampire to consider him a brother- to consider him family for even just a second longer.
"What did he promise you in return for my life?" Dean asked with a steel edge to his voice, pissed beyond words at having been deceived so easily by somebody he had considered a friend. His hands were curled into fists from where they hang off his shoulders, still restrained by the steel pipe on the wall. "His soul… or his life or what? What the fuck did he promise you, huh?"
Sam swallowed past the aching lump that was stuck somewhere deep in his throat, dreading the revelation of what Sam had thrown into the pot.
"I'm a vampire, Dean-o, what do you think I wanted from him?"
And there was it- all laid out in the open.
Sam could see the exact second when realization crashed over Dean like a tidal wave, pulling him under.
"The needle marks..." Dean rasped out, eyes flickering back and forth between Sam and Benny. "The sluggishness… the nightly trips – you were giving him your blood, weren't you?"
Sam squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lower lip. "He said he was gonna drag you back if I let any-anything slip. Dean, I'm so sorry. I wanted to tell you- I just—"
"Shut the hell up, both of you!" Benny hissed, baring his teeth teeth like a snake that had been poked and prodded until it rose to an offensive stance, ready to launch an attack.
"You sonofabitch drained my brother?" Dean twisted and jerked on the cuffs, fighting to free himself with renewed fervor at the realization that Benny had hurt his little brother continuously during the past couple of days- doing it right before his fucking eyes and getting away with it.
"You bet I did," Benny grinned wickedly, never breaking eye contact with the enraged hunter as he leaned in to catch a wayward trickle of blood from their earlier fight from Sam's cheek. "Sold it too… out on the streets… price is high for the soiled demon juice your baby bro is carrying inside his veins."
Sam grunted in disgust and recoiled from the intimate gesture of dominance and mockery, struggling more frantically against his bonds.
Benny's pupils dilated, his breathing getting slower as the unearthly taste of Sam's blood spread across his taste buds, clouding his head and sharpening his senses.
"You sick bastard! Get your fucking hands off him now, or I swear to god—"
"What?!" Benny whipped around. "What are you and 'god' gonna do to me, Dean? Go on, tell me."
"I'm gonna rip you apart, Benny! You'll wish you'd never left Purgatory when I'm through with you!"
"I didn't get it at first, you know," Benny chuckled, lured in towards Sam's pulsing jugular vein once more, saliva gathering in his mouth at the sweet scent of the younger man's blood emanating from his skin. "How anybody could go nuts over a little bit of demon blood…"
His fingers tightened in the boy's hair until he winced and hissed in discomfort, Dean's angry rant growing even more frantic at the sight and sound of his brother's pain.
"But now I do," Benny whispered almost reverently, closing his eyes and licking his lips in anticipation. "He really does taste amazing…"
"Don't you fucking dare, Benny—"
Benny looked over at Dean's teary gaze- emerald eyes blown wide with helplessness as anger and fear for his brother's safety continued to rage inside of him.
"NO! Leave him alone—SAMMY!"
Then he ripped his jaw wide open and dug his fangs into the pulsating skin on Sam's throat.
TBC...
Alright… so the cat's finally out of the bag. But don't worry- all is not said and done yet ;) Still plenty of Hurt!Sam and Angry!Protective!BigBro!Dean to come And there's still hell to pay for Evil Benny. Oh yeah and Sam might be a little worse for wear after the attack… Ahh so many things happening at once. Here's your choices for the next chapter:
A) Dean somehow rips himself from the pipe and attacks Benny but the vampire is all hyped up on demon blood. A violent fight ensues while Sam is slowly losing the battle for consciousness.
B) Benny doesn't react well to the demon blood. It turns him into a more primitive and aggressive version of himself- ready to rip Sam's throat out but that's when more clients show up- lured in by the smell of Sam's blood.
That's it guys. Tell me what option you'd prefer or if you come up with an even better idea. Oh, and please don't forget to tell me what you thought about the update. Still up for more? Let me know ;)