Things may pick up a good deal now. In another way you may not have expected. Please enjoy~

Dean smiled as he stared at he ceiling, arms folded beneath his head and leg crossed over the other. He felt incredible, knowing he finally did something right.

A couple days had gone by since he'd helped the prince truly see the light, and truly he felt so much at peace for what he did. He helped save someone's life, and guided them out of the dark. Even better, the one person he'd truly wished to make things right with as well. He felt... he felt as if he himself still held some good within him. And being able to use it to save another's life like he had felt incredible.

Fatch had been doing a lot better as well. He was eating properly again, even more than normal, and was smiling again. Better, he was talking much healthier with his therapist Willow (he'd heard) so truly everything was looking up.

Dean himself was starting to talk better with his therapist as well. He guessed being more open and honest about himself to someone who truly needed a wake up call helped a good deal. Perhaps it really was a good thing both he and Fatch wound up here. They both were finally able to get the help they needed.

The nurses also were talking about letting the pair out tomorrow too, so Dean was looking forward to that. He would admit, he was wondering Eli was holding up by himself at home. Without himself around to help the Novian catch his meals, he hoped the other was eating his fill. Then again, he was sure Eli had found a way to survive fine on his own long before they met, so he shouldn't have anything to worry about.

Slowly he sat up, wondering what he could do for his last day here. He didn't sing in front of others so no karaoke, obviously, and he hated card games. He didn't want to ask Fatch to play any board games with him, so maybe he could... run the track. They had a track here, and he liked running really. And he was fast too. Supernatural fast. Seeing how long he could run with such speed was always fun.

Finally the boy got up and smoothed out his cape, heading out of his room. He was, admittedly, not expecting the clinic to be so dark. No lights were on. And he could smell a MASSIVE amount of blood. If that wasn't a hint something was going down he didn't know what was.

Dean began to walk around with caution, not wanting to be too careful. This was a typical horror movie set up and he wasn't going to fall prey to anyone's trap. He was too good for that. He wouldn't let anyone kill him. Not now that things were all looking up.

As he walked, not only did he wonder what was causing this,but he was also wondering where Fatch wound up to. How he was taking this craziness. The prince was tough in sticky situations, but this would make anyone feel uneasy. Except himself of course but still.

Dean took a turn, finding where the smell had been coming from. Everyone here in the clinic seemed to be dead now. Except he couldn't find Fatch or his therapist Willow here, so that was good. Maybe they got out already.

Dean could feel the scent beginning to get to him. As in... he was getting thirsty. He was the type of vamp who one shouldn't let get thirsty, less it get bad. Slowly, looking around for cameras, he soon knelt down beside one of the deceased and gently bit into their neck, drinking his fill with pleasure. He hasn't even realized how thirsty he'd been...

Pulling away and drying his lips he began walking again, wondering who was cruel enough to do this. Beside himself. This was amazing. So much death...

Turning a corner, he suddenly felt something take his shoulder and slam him into the wall. Normally one would scream in this situation, but he didn't. He didn't scare THAT easily. He simply grunted as he was slammed into the wall, looking forward in surprise to find... Frost pinning him to the wall. Charlene not far from him.

He thought those two would either be gone by now or dead. Regardless, he hadn't thought they'd be here.

" Nice to see you again mister Shadows. "

Frost purred, Charlene walking forward and placing her fingers on his chin.

" I almost thought we were going to do all the grunt work without you paying us. "

Dean soon snarled, glaring and grinning. He needed to reman dominant against these two.

" What do you want creeps? "

Charlene giggled to this, now grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at her.

" Our payment. "

Dean felt his face grow blank, not understanding what she meant.

" ... What? "

" Our payment. When you summon a ghost you need to offer payment for their services. "

" Hey! I didn't want to summon you guys! I was told to! "

" That doesn't change the fact you owe us kid. "

Frost said coldly, Dean soon growling again. So it seemed his summoning needed a little work. He didn't know HE was supposed to pay then. He thought Jack had that covered.

" Well, I don't have anything. "

Dean spat.

" Now get lost. "

Charlene soon began to chuckle to herself, now pinching his cheek. Much to his annoyance.

" Ah-ah-ah! "

Charlene purred.

" You're not getting rid of us THAT easily kid. We're getting our payment out of you one way or another. "

Frost FINALLY seemed excited instead of his usual bland exterior. It was a little odd to Dean.

" Ooohoho! Are you thinking what I'M thinking love?! "

" Y'know it baby! "

Charlene said cheerfully, suddenly flipping Dean around so his chest was against the wall and soon grabbed his hands. Handcuffing them behind his back.

" Mmm... he's certainly a cute one after all! So dark and mysterious... and he's got purple in his hair! He's a special one indeed~ "

Dean stuck his tongue out, not really liking his these two spoke. It made him a bit uneasy. People he knew didn't talk like this...

Suddenly he grunted again, feeling a stinging in his arms and hands as he was soon pushed down onto his back, feeling one of them now sitting on top of him. Looking forward, he found it was Charlene.

" Hmhmhm... ready for the fun to begin love? "

" You know I am babe. "

Frost chuckled, Dean now officially unnerved. This was seriously not right. He had no idea what was going on, but he certainly didn't want to stick around to find out. Thinking quickly sat up with a start, slamming his forehead against the woman's. As she fell back in a daze, he immediately got up and began running. He couldn't stick around to find out what they REALLY had planned.

Ooooh... not looking good, is it...? Hope this chapter was alright.