Part 7 - The Takeover
You found yourself quickly wanting to cover your body, as a second person appeared in the doorway. "The only thing that I asked you three, was to stay safe and call me if there were any problems" Bobby sighed angrily, although he was clearly disappointed as well. "Go find Dean, we're right behind you," Bobby said quietly to the figure in the doorway before he got back to untying Sam.
Once he was finished untying him Sam sat up groaning, quickly stuffing his ripped t-shirt in his back pocket. He just pulled on his plaid shirt, "You okay darlin' ?" Bobby asked you as he worked on untying the straps, clearly making sure that he kept his eyes trained on your face. While Sam closed the laptop and unplugged it.
"Yeah, I'm okay uncle Bobby, thanks for coming for us" you smiled sadly, as you rubbed your sore wrists in your hands once they were free. But you all jumped a little, once you heard all of the commotion outside the door.
"Help Rufus out Bobby, we'll be right behind you" Sam assured him, as he handed you your jeans and t-shirt.
Bobby nodded stepping aside for Sam, "Just, please be careful you two" he said before he quickly dashed out of the door, and towards where the noise was coming from, his machete close by his side.
"You okay to stand?" Sam asked holding out his hands to help you down, you grabbed onto his forearms and pulled yourself down from the table.
You basically fell into his chest, "Sorry Sam" you grumbled, pulling back and finding your balance. You smiled at him, "I'm good" you said confidently. Grabbing your machete from the table that had been between you and Sam, though you were unsure as to when or how it got there.
Then you remembered why your balance was off in the first place, your ankle was still completely fucked for lack of a better word. But you knew that at least for now that you had to push through the pain, "Y/N, are you sure you're okay to fight right now?" Sam questioned cautiously as he readied his own weapon, poised near the door.
"I have to be Sam, we can check it when we get back," you said simply, unable to stop the grunt leaving your lips as you put pressure on it, following Sam to the door. "Would you stop looking at me like that, I'm fine. Now let's go find Dean" you whispered slipping out of the door before he could say anything else to try and dissuade you from leaving.
You were as light on your feet as you could be, while you and Sam carefully edged around the corner together. Still unseen by everyone thankfully, Sam had his eyes on behind the pair of you, while you focus in front, your hands wrapped around one another's forearms as you carefully darted around another corner.
You quickly pushed Sam back against the wall, holding your finger to your lips, he nodded you kept watching, as one of the vamps was coming closer. You stumbled a little over your ankle, but Sam caught you and instead wrapped his arm around your waist, to keep you upright. You smiled up at him silently thanking him, he nodded returning your smiles you both heard even more commotion break out up ahead.
Dean...
Dean grunted pulling harder at the chains, "Sounds like the bitch is finally getting what she deserves" the vamp laughed, taunting Dean as he laughed maniacally. "Very soon, you're gonna feel how I feel" he continued with a grin, getting a little cocky and a little to close to him for the vamps safety.
Dean growled practically jumping forward leading with his head, smashing his head straight into the vamp's nose. "You're about to get what you deserve" Dean sneered, as Rufus stepped out of the shadows and grabbed the vamp by his hair, yanking him back making short work of ridding him of his head.
"Get me out of these damn things Rufus!" Dean said hurriedly, thrusting his chained wrists at the older man.
"Hang on a god damn minute!" Rufus huffed in a hushed voice, flipping the vamp over onto his back. Going through his pockets in search of the keys to Dean's cuffs.
Dean shifted on his feet impatiently, waiting until Rufus eventually found the key, which turned out to be in the inside pocket of his coat. "About time!" Dean huffed.
"Nothin' like being grateful, I could just leave you here" Rufus huffed just as annoyed as he started on the first of Dean's cuffs, however, he only managed to get that one undone when he heard a noise, pulling out his machete from his belt Rufus thrust it into Dean's hand. Bending down he grabbed Dean's machete from the back of the vamp.
When the vamp entered the room Dean felt sick, catching sight of his hands. They were dripping in blood, "Son of a bitch" Dean growled which didn't go unnoticed by the vamp, in fact, he was so distracted by Dean he didn't notice Rufus.
"Focus dammit!" Rufus shouted at Dean watching his muscles tighten with anger, Dean snapped out of just in time as another stepped into the room. However, that one was only a problem for a second, because Bobby was right behind it, and he made short work of slicing his head from his neck. The vamp smirked at Dean as he stepped closer, Dean had only one arm free distracted when the vampires came in thick and fast.
The one he was against had time to surprise him, Dean grunted in pain, as he was shoved roughly against the wall with his own blade against his throat.
The vamp laughed in Dean's face, practically spitting words he spoke, as Dean's eyes flicked down to his hands again, "She fucking screams don't she?" he mocked, with almost a giggle. "But I tell you what pretty boy, you wanna be careful. I think your brother wants your girl. Left them both alone, bleeding as they tried desperately to get to each other" the vamp taunted Dean.
Dean was briefly shocked about his brother getting here so fast, but also he couldn't help but worry for them. This prick was just spewing words that Dean just didn't want to hear, so he brushed it off, the best he could, although he would be lying if he didn't admit to himself that they were affecting him.
But that didn't do the vamp any favours, "Fuck you!" Dean spat in his face, Dean brought his knee up between the vamps legs, he stumbled back a little but stayed upright, Dean leaned back against the wall, and booted him hard in the chest sending him flying.
The vamp launched himself at Dean in anger, but this made him clumsy and it all worked in Dean's favour, giving Dean time to swing out with his machete, the vamp practically ran into Dean's blade, his eyes wide when he realised his mistake a little too late.
With him finally dealt with Dean ducked down, reaching for the key to his cuffs, once he finally had it he made quick work of his final cuff. Twirling his machete in his hand, once the cuff dropped to the ground with a clatter. Advancing on one who had managed to sneak behind Bobby, and taking care of it.
Sam and You...
"What the hell is going on in this place," Sam asked in a hushed whisper, as he turned to look at you.
"If I had to guess, I'd say Bobby and Rufus have found Dean, and they are currently fighting off the majority of this vamps nest" you replied, your eyes flicking over the scene playing out in front of you.
Sam followed your line of sight, "Oh. Are you sure you're ready" Sam asked you carefully, as his eyes flicked down to your swollen ankle.
You sighed in thought, "I'll be okay Sam, just you know if I call you over that I need you" you laugh quietly, as the adrenaline started to flood your system.
Sam released your body, making sure that you had balance, "Sure thing, you got it" Sam smiled, as the pair of you sneak up the back of the pack of vampires. Picking out one, in particular, to start with who you recognised immediately, it was the one who had 'got Sam ready' in the room you had been in.
Yanking her back roughly by her hair, "Get your filthy hands off of my uncle, you bitch" you practically growled, throwing her to the ground away from the others. Where Sam was on her like a shot, clearly recognising her as well.
The younger Winchester stood on her chest with his heavy boot, and her head was removed within seconds with a long swipe of Sam's blade. Your heart seized in your chest at the sight in front of you when you looked up, "Dean! Look out!" you all but screamed, no thought yourself now as you struggled to get to him.
No time to appreciate the fact he was alive, you were too late with your warning though, because Dean was smashed in the back of the head with a lump of wood. Luckily their numbers were quickly dwindling, only three of them left. Once Bobby had taken out the one who had attacked Dean, "Help me!" you screamed to Sam, as you started climbing over all of the dead bodies blocking your path to Dean, as Sam quickly dropped another one.
You screamed in agony when a hand shot out from between all of the dead bodies, taking you surprise when the fangs sank into your ankle. Sam acted quickly, jumping on top of the arm, another scream ripping through the air when the arm snapped in two. "One more here!" Sam called worriedly to Rufus and Bobby, practically diving towards you.
Dean sat up clearly trying to work everything out, that was the last thing you saw, but it made you smile a little, even through the pain. Then you heard Sam's voice, followed by feet on concrete, but that was the last thing you heard before it all became too much, and your world faded into darkness.
Sam quickly wrapped the wound tightly, with the remains of his t-shirt he had stuffed in his back pocket. Sam quickly but carefully scooped you up in his arms, missing the somewhat confused and angry look he received from his brother, as he was helped to his feet by Bobby and Rufus.
Since Dean could barely stand they awkwardly slung one of his arms over their shoulders, "Let's get out of this hell hole" Rufus groaned under Dean's weight. With no arguments from anyone they stumbled out of the nest together, Sam quickly disabled the program on the laptop and made sure that he smashed it to bits before they left.
"She's definitely a Singer" Rufus chuckled, helping Bobby load Dean into the Impala. Sam climbed in beside his suddenly unconscious brother, worry washing over him as he looked at Dean. But he relaxed a little hearing Dean groan, you were still in Sam's arms but remained unconscious.
"Oh yeah, I know that she's just like her father" Bobby sighed, as they climbed in the car up front, the Impala quickly roaring to life.
"How's she doin' kid?" Bobby asked, looking at Sam in the rearview mirror, as he started to drive back towards the junkyard.
"We need to get her back Bobby, she's losing a lot of blood," Sam said truthfully, the worry clear in his voice as he wrapped a large hand around his blood-soaked shirt, trying his best to stop the bleeding further.
Bobby cleared his throat putting his foot to the floor, everyone hoping that you would open your eyes sooner rather than later. Another groan from Dean caught his attention though, this time when Sam looked at his brother Dean's eyes were open. "Sammy?" Dean questioned confused, blinking more than necessary as he tried to clear his vision.
"It's all okay Dean, we're heading back to Bobby's now," Sam assured him calmly, watching his brother's eyes widen as he clearly just noticed you in his Sam's lap.
"What the hell happened to her," Dean asked worriedly, moving up in his seat so that he could get a better look at you.
"She's okay Dean, we just need to get her patched up" Sam assured him, before looking him in the eyes and lowering his voice, "How's your thing?" Sam asked in a hushed voice.
"Yeah all good, for now," Dean gritted out, trying to get rid of the irritation in his voice. Because he didn't want Sam to know that he wasn't telling him the whole truth, he knew that Sam would only overreact.
"Okay boys, we're back" Bobby grunted, shutting off the car and climbing out. Dean wanted to say something about Bobby driving his baby, but he wasn't sure he had much of a leg to stand on tonight. Bobby opened the door for Sam, while Rufus helped Dean out of the car, when he near;y fell flat on his ass.
"We all need to talk in the morning," Bobby said stiffly, taking you from Sam's arms. Despite the protests from the younger Winchester, one look from Bobby and he soon shut up. This did, however, catch Dean's attention, but he didn't want to think about it with a headache he currently had.
Sam sighed as Bobby continued walking, Sam went over to Rufus and decided to help his brother instead, since Rufus clearly looked like he was struggling. Sam received a grateful nod from the elder hunter, once he pulled Dean's arm over his own shoulder, setting Rufus free because he wasn't feeling to hot himself right now.
Dean growled in protest, "I'm fine Sam" Dean said forcing himself to walk.
"I'm just trying to help Dean" Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Yeah ain't you just" Dean huffed a laugh, rolling his eyes as he pushed passed his brother, Sam just looked confused at that outburst, but he followed his brother into the house.
You woke up screaming, "Shh darlin', you're safe, it's just uncle Bobby" Bobby hushed you, his rough voice calming you slightly, it probably helped that he sounded just like your dad. You clung to his forearm in panic, looking around you soon noticed the absence of two large people.
"Sam? Dean?" you questioned worriedly, your eyes already watering in worry as you feared the worst, not helped at all by your hazy memory.
"They're fine" he assured you calmly, helping you to lay back against your pillows once your death grip subsided. As if on cue both brothers came stumbling over their feet into the room, sighing with relief to see you awake.
Your eyes set on Dean almost straight away, you smiled at him but he looked away from you. That made you a little uneasy, "Sam go help your brother would ya, instead of standing around like a pair or spare parts" Bobby instructed, as he tossed the med kit in the middle of your bed.
"Yes sir" Sam replied simply, Dean rolled his eyes but didn't argue sitting down on the bed near your feet. But he still wasn't looking at you, in fact, he hadn't taken his eyes off of his feet yet.
Sam went out about checking Dean over carefully, Dean flinched a little, but tried to think about the shower he was planning to have. Sam cleaned the wound, thankful that it didn't need stitches. "Go slow, and stay awake for a bit, and you should be fine," Sam said simply, as he patted his brother's shoulder.
You, however, were suddenly not even a little calm, the bite was almost nothing. You screamed in agony, trying to keep your leg still as your back arched up off the bed, as Bobby attempted to set your ankle properly.
"Can one of you idjits hold her still" Bobby grunted through gritted teeth, as you unwillingly struggled against his grip.
"No more Bobby please, I can't it hurts too much" you sobbed helplessly, clinging to the body that was suddenly behind your back and close enough. "Please make it stop" you panted turning your face into the warm chest.
He held you tighter as you fought with everything you had to get free, "Just breathe sweetheart, I've got you" Dean breathed against your temple. As a crack sounded through the room, you felt four hands on your leg as you screamed again, as Bobby and Sam started on the makeshift cast.
"Dean, please I can't do this" you panted, clinging to his arms as sweat beaded your forehead.
"They're all done, just wrapping you up" Dean whispered, kissing the top of your head. You buried your face in his chest again, trying to take in everything Dean to distract you from the pain, he still smelt amazing somehow, his muscles tense as he kept you still.
Once Bobby and Sam had finally finished you were shaking and panting in Dean's arms, clinging to him like he was a lifeline. When he tried to get up you clung to him tighter, "No, don't. Please don't go" you whimpered helplessly, curling your body into his chest, careful of your ankle as you snuggled up against him.
"It's okay, sweetheart I'll stay. But just for a bit" he said hushing you calmly, as he stroked your hair gently, he was smiling into your hair when he noticed your body relax a little against his.
"Get some rest kids," Bobby said at your door, "In your own beds" he added warningly, eyeing Dean as he left the room, clapping Sam gently on the shoulder.
"Yes sir" Dean called and nodded, understanding the warning in his voice, but Dean had to repress the eye roll.
"Thank you, Sam, for everything" you called to the younger Winchester's retreating back.
Sam poked his head back in the room with a smile, "You're welcome, anytime. Now rest" he said with a small smile as he left properly.
You felt Dean stiffen behind you, thinking to yourself that maybe his head hurt, "You okay Dean?" you asked quietly, looking up at him the little amount you were able, a yawn ripping through your throat.
Dean smiled a little, though you could tell that it was possibly a little forced, "Yeah, a little better sweetheart. How're you feeling now, the pills kicked in yet?" he asked resting his chin on your head, holding you tight against him.
"Hmm, much better now" you smiled as your eyes slipped closed. You were asleep before you knew what was happening, Dean heard your soft snores and smiled to himself. Carefully he managed to get out from behind you, he covered you over with the blanket at the bottom of your bed, tucking a slither of hair behind your ear as he looked down at you.
He cleared his throat and he quickly left before he changed his mind, heading into the bathroom, he turned on the shower and stripped himself of his clothes. Climbing in the shower he sighed happily for a minute, ignoring the pain in his head, he washed his body with soap and got out deciding with his injuries it may be best not to stay in too long.
The house was quiet once he stepped out, he wrapped a towel around his waist as he left the room, Bobby had gone straight to his room. He knew you were asleep, and he could hear Sam snoring peacefully downstairs.
Guessing he had fallen asleep on the sofa, Dean walked into his room, quite happy he was getting some alone time at last. Dean roughly dried his hair and his body and dropped the towel to the ground.
Groaning as that familiar feeling overtook his body again, burning his skin painfully, he fell back on his bed, unsure if he was moaning in pleasure or pain as the feeling intensified.
Honestly, though he was passed caring, as his hands slipped down his body. In his mind, Dean pictures your legs wrapped around his waist, as he sat in a chair looking up into your eyes with awe. 'A lap dance baby girl' he had purred impressed, you had giggled at him as your rolled your hips against him, toying with him. He was quickly lost in that dream.
You woke up moaning, your muscles tight and covered in sweat, your pussy starting to throb painfully. "Not again" you groaned to yourself, taking more of the pills Bobby had left you on your bedside table.
You grabbed the crutches he had left behind as well, hobbling your way to the bathroom, and carefully stripping your clothes. You noticed you hadn't long missed the last person who had been in here, you stepped awkwardly under the spray and quickly washed your hair and body.
You had rushed a little because the entire time it had been almost impossible to concentrate. In fact, your legs had begun to shake, and not because you were in pain. "Dammit Dean" you growled, wrapping the towel around your waist and headed back to your room.
Not missing the moaning of your name as you walked the hallway, that was the last straw for you. You closed your door once you were in your room, pulling the towel from your body you quickly dried your hair and body, as much as was possible.
You had made your mind up, pulling on your dressing gown and nothing else. You hobbled on your crutches to Dean's room, begging your arms not to give out, when you stepped inside and closed the door. Dean was on his back in bed, with his head tossed back into the soft pillows behind him, as he practically fucked his hand.
His eyes were screwed shut in pleasure, you felt yourself dampen further at the sight of him. You licked your lips, as you quietly rested your crutches back against the wall. Your eyes were shamelessly glued to his body, as you loudly cleared your throat.
Dean all but shot up in bed, you dragged your teeth over your bottom lip, as you continued admiring his gorgeous body. Dean eyed you carefully, "Y/N, what're you..." Dean tried, but you pressed a finger to your smiling lips, eyes silently telling him to keep quiet.
"I can't listen to you moaning my name anymore Dean. So, you're about to do something for me, for real. Because I can subtly feel everything, but not you, and not enough" you explained dropping your dressing gown slowly to the floor.
Watching as Dean shuffled to the bottom of his bed, with his lip between his teeth. "I wanna help you Dean, and you can help me. So be a good boy and do as you're told" you said simply, crooking your finger at him.
You watched his Adam's apple bob up and down in his throat, his eyes roaming your body for the first time, as he argued with himself briefly.
But he was clearly finished with that quickly, as he climbed off of the bed and slowly stalked towards you. His eyes were dark as he approached you hungrily, scooping you up in his arms without a word.
He tossed you down onto the bed, and then he was crawling up your body until his own body was hovering directly over yours. "Yes ma'am" he growled with that smirk on his lips, the one that melted your body and turned you to mush.
