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FYI - I came up with this before "Dead Man's Blood" aired, so this story abides by my vampire rules, (standard vampire rules) not Supernatural vampire rules. Thanks!

Now onto chapter 7…


Dean start to wake. His eyes are shut, and he's not entirely sure where he is, then he feels the familiar pain of the cuffs slicing into his wrists. He slowly opens his eyes, his gaze is straight down, all he can see are his legs and feet. Then, something else comes into focus.

"Son of a Bitch." The key to the handcuffs is jammed into the laces of his shoe. He looks up and around the room. The man is gone, Sam lies unconscious on the table, the tube hooked back into his arm, draining into the second bag.

"Sam," he breaths the name. Despite the odd mixture of pain and numbness throughout his body, Dean works fast. He hauls his legs up onto the pipe, grabs the key, and struggles it into the lock. He shifts his weight off the cuffs, unlocks them, and drops to the floor. It takes some effort to move himself. His legs get him over to Sam, but his arms need more to recover. They shake uncooperatively as he stumbles through the simple task of removing the needle from his Brother's arm. He pulls it out, and while bending Sam's arm to stop the bleeding, checks the level of blood in the bag. It's still mostly empty. He leans over Sam, grabs his shoulder, and shakes him. "Sam. Sammy, wake up. Come on, you know you're too damn heavy for me to carry to the car."

Nothing. Sam continues to lie motionless. Dean feels a jab of panic as he grasps his Brother's hand. "Come on… I need you to wake up for me." His voice gets louder. "Sam wake up!" Dean slides his right hand from Sam's shoulder, up his neck, and cups it against his Brother's face. He stares at him intensely, breath increasing, fear rising, a struggle of emotions verse logic fighting it out in his head.

-- Shit! This isn't happening… he's okay… he's fine. You're fine Sammy, Come on… wake up! Please… please wake up. Damn it Sammy! Don't do this!--

-Stop calling me Sammy!-

Dean hears Sam snap at him, and questions his sanity as he continues to stare down at his unconscious Brother. He dismisses it quickly as he feels his Brother begin to stir against his hands.

Sam wakes slowly. His eyes blink open and focus on his Brother. He smiles slightly, then smirks as he eyes the way Dean is holding his hand and face. Dean hastily withdraws his hands in an obvious effort to casually let go of his Brother.

"Nice of you to join me," Dean jabs, covering his concern. Sam just keeps smiling.

"Found the key?" He asks weakly.

"Found the key. How the Hell did you manage that?"

"I'm better at this than you," Sam gloats.

"On occasion," Dean admits. "Nice speech, by the way." Dean adds sarcastically.

"Thanks." Sam props himself up with one arm, and motions towards the floor by the end of the table. "You're bag's over there." Dean finishes un-strapping Sam's legs and reaches for his bag. He pulls a wooden steak out of it. Sam's eyes widen. "What the Hell is that doing in there?"

"Guess we both have our moments." Dean smirks.

"Congratulations, now lets kill this bastard and get out of here."

"Fine by me," agrees Dean. Sam glances Dean up and down.

"Wait a minute. You are taller."

"Really?" Dean asks hopefully. As Sam lets out a slight laugh, he loses consciousness. His eyes drop shut, as the arm which is holding him up buckles, causing him to slip fast back toward the table. Dean reaches out quickly and catches him by the shirt before he hits. He lowers him the rest of the way, then pauses for a moment, there's something hard caught in the center of the fabric clinched in his fist.

Dean lets go of the shirt and reaches under the collar. His fingers feel a couple of inches down Sam's chest and come to an object on a chain. He pulls it from beneath the shirt. It's one of the amulets.

"Why is this on you?" Dean asks himself as the brief relief he felt for his Brother's safety slips away. "Shit."

"You're only delaying his death." The man's voice comes from behind him. "And hastening your own." Dean grabs the steak in his left fist and swipes it back over his shoulder. As he turns, he plunges it forward. The man's hand swiftly meets Dean's wrist, squeezing. Dean strains as the compression forces his hand open. The steak slips, making a hollow, echoing sound as it hits the floor.

"What do you really want with Sam?" Dean's voice pushes roughly from his gut. "Answer me!" He grabs Sam's amulet in his other fist. "Why is this on him?"

"You were going through my things earlier, you tell me," the man challenges. Dean looks at Sam's amulet. It contains a clear blue stone.

"There's two amulets…" He thinks back to the text. "…the blue stone's worn by the one in control…"

"No!" He cuts Dean off. "The one in control," the man pulls the green stoned amulet from under his own shirt, "wears the green stone. The blue stone, is worn by the vampire." Dean looks at Sam.

"No." Dean shakes his head. "Sam's no vampire."

"True, for now. But as soon as I drain enough blood, he'll die, he'll change, and I'll have control of him."

"I'm not gonna let you do that."

"Really. How are you going to stop me?"

"Well for starters…" Dean pulls Sam's amulet harshly with intent to break the chain from his neck. It doesn't break, it just sort of jerks Sam a half inch off the table. Dean continues to tug lamely as he gives the man a sheepish grin. "Huh, that didn't really work the way I intended." The man smiles, sincerely amused.

"You can't remove it Dean. The process has already begun. That's on him until the bond is broken," then offhandedly, "or all eternity."

"What do you mean, 'the process has already begun'?" Dean questions him, his anger rising. The man lets go of Dean's arm and lifts Sam slightly, leaning him forward. He pulls the back collar of his shirt down. There are two small circular holes, the skin raw around the edges, blood caking the centers shut. Frustration and anger rush through Dean as his eyes inspect the small, life altering wounds on his Brother's neck.

"When did you do that?"

"Just after you brought him down here. I told you I was going to take care of it." The man stretches out his arm, showing Dean a recent cut on his own wrist. "We made an exchange."

"No. This doesn't make sense. Why him? You've killed six people, why none of them? Why not me?"

"Oddly, I'd welcome your permanent company, but you don't have what I need." Dean suddenly realizes what he's after.

"Sam's abilities."

"They make him valuable."

"You have your own powers…"

"Mine are nothing compared to what Sam will be capable of once he's fully turned." A tinge of resentment enters his voice. "Hell, he's only partially turned and his abilities are already stronger than mine. How do you think he got me to let him out?"

"Fine, so he's strong. Why do you need him?"

"I'm immortal, not indestructible. Having control of his powers will ensure my survival."

"That's it? You're killing him, so you can survive?"

"Pretty much. Now, enough about Sam, it's time we take care of you."

The man shifts his gaze intending to make eye contact, but Dean quickly turns away and shuts his eyes.

"Open your eyes." The man says impatiently.

"No." Dean turns to face him, eyes shut. "You're not gonna take me like that. You want me out of the way, you're gonna have to do it by force!"

"Fine," the man reaches out, grabs Dean at the throat ,and lifts him off the ground, "I have no problem with that."


Hope you enjoyed chapter 7. Thanks for your patience with the slow speed of my postings, and thanks for continuing to read.

Always love to hear your reactions to the story, so all reviews are really appreciated!

Chapter 8 will be the final chapter - So tune in next time for the conclusion!