A/N: Hey everyone! I suck at updating I know. But I hope you enjoy this chapter. It was way too much fun to write. Please don't forget to review!
"Wake up sleepyhead!" Kate lifted Sam's chin with the toe of her boot. The only reaction she got was Sam's head rolling over to the side and coming to a rest on his chest.
Dean immediately tried to lunge in her direction, fighting the chains holding him like a rabid pit bull. From what he could see Sam wasn't that banged up. A couple of bruises, and a bloody lip but nothing serious, he hoped. Who knows how hard they had to knock him out to get him to the nest. One thing could be said about Sam is that he could take a punch.
Even so, Dean didn't like the hungry look in the eyes of the clan who had now started to gather in the barn. The stench of blood was in the air, causing their mouths to salivate.
"Get the hell away from him! Unchain me now Kate. Let me check on Sam. I need to make sure he's ok." He knew his attempt was in vain, pleading for mercy with a monster. He felt like such an ass to be begging but Dean didn't care. He needed anything that was going to distract them, and dammit he was going to try.
"Hoyt!" Kate snapped her fingers to get his attention, completely ignoring Dean's pleas. Without missing a beat, Hoyt doused a bucket of ice water over the prone Winchester. Immediately his shot up into a sitting position, the cold water shocking him back in a conscious state. Instantly he regretted waking up, the feeling of every sore area on his body throbbed at once as he shivered. Like Dean, who was kneeling across from him a few feet away, he was bound.
Once his head was on straight he looked around, all eyes were on him, and eventually he met eyes with his brother. Who looked like he had gone 9 rounds with Evander Holyfield and lost.
'Shit.' It wasn't spoken but they communicated it through the look they shared at that moment. It was the kind of unspoken language only siblings could achieve.
"Well Sam aren't you going to say Hi to your brother? He's missed you." Kate's condescending tone angered Sam to the bone.
"You alright?" Sam asked feeling awkward talking to his brother in front of the hungry staring crowd.
"I'm just peachy Sammy." Dean replied not wanting to show any more weakness than necessary.
"How touching. Anyway first things first. I think we need to congratulate the lady who is responsible for bringing you both together again, the lovely and talented Miss Ella!" She appeared from behind the taller vamps. Her red curls were still cascading down and hanging loosely on her chest. She crouched down, sitting on her heels in front of Sam and pinched his cheek as though he were a five-year-old boy.
"Hey sugar."
"Sam, who is this chick?"
"She's the waitress from the diner I was doing research at all night. She told them where to find me." Sam's voice was sullen.
"Bingo." Ella sing-songed. Picking herself back up from the ground and wrapping her index finger around one of her many curls.
"Aren't you a gem? Turning on your own kind. Are you that weak that you would sell out your own people?" Her face turned stone cold serious in the blink of an eye, and came face to face with Sam again.
"I did it for survival sweetheart. Eat or be eaten. In exchange for not becoming lunch I scratch their backs, they scratch mine. It's win-win as far as I'm concerned." Sam could feel the rage emanating from her skin, white hot.
"A familiar," Dean said matter of factly. "I never thought they existed."
"Well not for very much longer. The others and I have decided that it's finally time for Ella to officially join the family." Kate said wrapping her arm around Ella's shoulder.
Ella's face lit up like a child eyeing all the presents under a Christmas tree. First the first time in her life, she was finally going to have a family. No more calls from Dad in prison, and weekly visits to mom's grave. She was going to have a new life, and wasn't going to be alone anymore.
Kate pulled Ella closer to her as a lover would during a seductive embrace. Everyone looked on with anticipation, except the two captive hunters, who felt helpless to stop the scene play out before them. Her cries filled the room, at first they were of agony then slowly they almost passionate. Kate then released her hold on the girl and dropped her to the floor between Sam and Dean, blood-soaked and writhing.
Taking one of the knives confiscated from Dean when he was brought to her, she slit her wrist vertically letting droplets into Ella's crimson slathered lips. Bending down to her level to suck just enough to count.
"Uh unh. Not too much lovely. You have to save room." Sam was now the center focus.
"Sammy boy over here is going to be your first," Kate said as she licked the remaining blood from her arm. "But since you are such a flight risk, I think we need to prevent you from running away from us again."
Hoyt walked briskly past Dean and fumbled around in a large metal box before slamming it and coming back to the center of the room.
"No. No. No. Don't do this! You have my word he's not going to go anywhere you bitch!" Alarms sounded inside Dean when he caught sight of the sledgehammer Hoyt was wielding. Sam knew exactly what Hoyt intended to do and immediately began to squirm. Two vampires appeared at either side of him, holding him down. Two more moved to his feet to keep them restrained.
"Please don't do this, I won't run I swear." Sam pleaded with fear evident in his voice.
Dean searched for a way out of his chains, he even tried pulling his cuffs off but there wasn't enough give. All he could do was watch in horror as the sledgehammer came down hard on Sam's shin, creating a crunching sound that made him gag. Sam fought back the roar building inside him but no one could have possibly taken that blow and not make a sound. He knew right away the bone had punctured the skin, he could feel the blood pouring down and soaking through his pants.
"There, that is much better. Bring Ella to my room. She needs to finish her change and build her strength before she can feed. Let's leave these two alone. Give them a chance to say their proper goodbyes."
"Wait, can you unchain me? Let me stop the bleeding at least." Dean said, hoping for a miracle. Kate stopped short, eyeing Sam slowly taking two strides past him and swiftly kicked Dean in his battered torso.
"Let's get things crystal clear. I'm the one calling the shots here sugar. So you won't be demanding anything. I'm sending someone out here in a few minutes to make sure he doesn't bleed out before Ella gets her meal. Until then you are going to just sit tight like a good boy. Got it?"
From a mixture of not eating for two days and the sight of Sam's milky white bone protruding through his jeans caused him to keel over. The room began to spin as she towered above him.
"We are going to get out of this bitch! Then I'm going to take you out!" Dean yelled with all his might. Kate didn't take much to the threat and turned on her heal and walked back into the house.
"We got to get out of here Sammy." Dean said gravely. Sam was in too much agony to respond. "We have to get out now."
