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Chapter 9

"Dean." Sam moaned out as he felt his lover thrust into him again. Sam bucked up into the movements and felt himself near the edge.

"Love you Sammy." Dean whispered into his ear.

"Love you Dean." Sam breathed before he felt himself being pulled away from Dean. He cried out at the lost of contact and then he felt his world shift. He heard the voice and wrinkled his nose.

"Sam? Sam? Sam can you hear me?" a female voice yelled at him.

"Dean, wh?" Sam slurred as he opened his eyes.

"His pupils are dilated, we need that transfusion now!"

"Stay with me boy." Sam looked across to see Bobby stood at his right.

"Dean." Sam slurred again before he blacked out.


Sam came to and flinched at the brightness of the room. "You gave me quite a scare there boy," Bobby smiled at him. "You look like crap."

Sam grinned. "Thanks Bobby, where's Dean?" Sam looked around.

"Away and he'll stay away if he knows what's good for him, why didn't you tell me they'd turned him?"

"We were handling it." Sam pouted slightly.

"Sure didn't seem that way, he was," Bobby's voice caught "feeding from you Sam, that's not right, you should have killed him before he woke." Bobby placed his hand over Sam's. "He ain't yer brother anymore Sam, surely you know that?"

"Once I kill his maker he will be, you haven't seen him Bobby, he's coping, like that nest we found a few years back, they didn't kill humans and neither will Dean he just needs time." Sam coughed.

Bobby grimaced. "Well we'll see you get yourself rested up, I'm gonna go get settled back at the room." Bobby made his way to the door.

"Find Dean, he can't get be alone, Bobby please." Sam pleaded with the older man. Bobby felt his heart break. He would never understand the bond between those two, but he didn't want either of them to hurt.


Dean couldn't believe that it was raining, that was just the perfect topping to a perfect day. He was in an ally grimacing as he pulled the bullet out. He couldn't believe that Bobby had left him alive, but then Sam had been in pretty bad shape. Sam. Dean felt his heart ache. He'd fed on Sam, Sam had needed him and he'd fed. He was a monster. Bobby should have killed him, he didn't deserve to live, he'd fed from the one person he loved more than anything in the world. Sam was his world and he'd treated him like an all you can eat buffet!

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Vincent grinned at the sight of his newborn pulling a bullet from his chest. He knew that he had to take advantage of this situation.

"This is all because of you!" Dean spat as he looked up at his maker.

"Dean, this can be easy, just let go of your human life, embrace the power, embrace your new destiny." Vincent held out his hand. Dean frowned, he couldn't imagine a life without Sam, not being able to touch him, to see his face every day but maybe this was for the best? Maybe without him in his life Sam could move on and continue to be a kick ass hunter. He gripped Vincent's hand and let him pull him up and into the limo. "Good boy," Vincent smiled as he stroked the back of Dean's neck. "Dean you don't have to be so frightened, you belong here, you're one of us," Vincent whispered the last part and Dean shivered. "Now I know that the bonding experience didn't go according to plan the first time but trust me Dean, you will feel better once you've got a mate, it makes things easier to understand and accept." Vincent explained as he led Dean through to his private room. The room was lavish and very stereotypical, Dean smirked. "Oh yes, well it was the style of my time before it became a cliché, think of it as retro." Dean heard himself laugh. Vincent smiled. "It's good to have you back boy, now let's get you out of those hideous clothes and washed up." Vincent wrinkled his nose as he took in Dean's signature look of blue jeans, tight grey t-shirt and checked shirt.

Dean looked down. "Oh ok," he began to peel his blood soaked clothes from his toned body, Vincent felt himself shiver with lust. There was a reason he'd chosen this one.

"Now, let's get you into the shower," he purred sliding his hands across Dean's chest. Dean nodded and let Vincent lead him to the shower. Dean groaned as the warm water hit his skin, he felt the tension ease out of his muscles. Vincent began to rub small circles on his back. Dean moaned out again as his maker's hands dipped lower, rubbing the small of his back before squeezing his ass. "You know you belong with me don't you Dean?" Vincent whispered. Dean nodded, it wasn't that he wanted to be a vampire, but he couldn't be around Sam, the call of his blood was too strong. He didn't know how long his will would last. "I need you Dean, you are a ruler Dean, strong, fierce." he licked Dean's throat "You should be my mate." Dean cried out as Vincent's hands found his arousal. Dean arched against him as his hands sped up. He knew that being a mate was forever, he would not feel for Sam anymore, his old life would be gone. Dean couldn't stop the tears from falling at the idea but he knew that he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he ever hurt Sam. This was better. He accepted his fate.

Vincent smirked as he felt Dean surrender to him, leaning over to lick the tears from Dean's face. Dean slumped against Vincent as the older vampire gently washed him and then led him to the bedroom, pushing Dean down onto the mattress. He straddled Dean to see what he'd do and Dean tensed briefly before relaxing, staring up at Vincent in acceptance. It wasn't the emotion he wanted but for now it would do. It would change once they were mates and they both knew it. Vincent rubbed their groins together and Dean couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure, he knew how to turn Dean's body against him, he'd done it with Abigail when he'd started mating them, this time Dean would be his. He touched the places he knew would get a reaction, focusing on making it impossible for Dean to think past the pleasure. If Dean could think there was a chance he'd try to fight back and Vincent didn't want that. By the time he was ready to really begin mating Dean was writhing beneath him, vampire teeth down and his eyes red as he begged incoherently for more. He moved back and Dean instantly parted his legs, panting for unneeded breath. Vincent pushed inside without preparation, Dean was a vampire, he'd have to learn to deal with pain and he'd heal quickly enough. Dean cried out and Vincent claimed his mouth to keep him quiet, he didn't want anyone coming to see if there was a problem and interrupting them. Soon enough Dean was moving beneath him, matching his thrusts, needing the friction of their bodies rubbing against each other. Vincent grabbed Dean's hair, placing Dean's mouth at his throat even as he put his own to Dean's. "Bite!" He ordered and felt Dean's teeth slice into his neck even as he bit down and began to drink from Dean. The pain from the bites and the sensation of drinking and being drunk from was enough to send them both over the edge and Vincent held Dean as he shuddered beneath him, feeling the mating bond form between them.

Dean lay on the bed gasping for air he knew he didn't actually need as he stared up at his mate. He'd do anything for Vincent, would die to protect him and he knew Vincent would do the same. He loved the older vampire, his maker, more than anything else. He remembered loving the mortal, his brother, and mentally scoffed, that hadn't been real love, not like this. Sam better know his place and stay away because if it came down to a choice between his mortal brother and Vincent, he'd drain the boy dry in a second. He smiled at Vincent and tugged him into a kiss, letting Vincent take control. They would lead their Nest together but Vincent would always be the one truly in charge, Dean would answer to him alone.

TBC…