Summary: Bruised, tired and mentally exhausted from their previous hunt, the boys decide to take a break before they look for the next one. Unfortunately for them, their next hunt finds them first. Contains mature material.

AN: AW smiles thanks for all your reviews, glad you liked the last chapter, more of the same to come in this story so hope you enjoy…

Note: At this point, I thought I should just clarify, these vampires I have invented are slightly different to your 'normal' ones, hence having 'psychic' abilities. I have blended two myths, a 'human' psychic Vampire with a traditional 'blood' sucking vampire. I have 'googled' more info to help with some background:

"Intentional Psychic Vampires: Intentional Psychic Vampires are humans whom possess great telepathic abilities. They use these abilities to knowingly draw the life force from others. These vampires seek out victims whom they can interact with in order to create strong emotions in these victims, sexual intercourse usually being the biggest. At the peak of climax, the vampire will then absorb mental energy from the victims' aura. Some other vampires usually try a more subtle approach. They will attack the victim whilst they sleep. This often causes vivid dreams in which the victim will awake feeling drained and tired. A death from a Psychic Vampire is rare however."

Big thanks to my beta Michelle!

Warnings – Again, Naughty language …

Disclaimer: sigh no, I don't own them, I don't own much, in fact there have been questions surrounding the ownership of my mind. However, saying that, any characters you don't recognize have come from my head.

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Tonight I'm tangled in my blanket of clouds

Dreaming aloud

Things just won't do without you, matter of fact

I'm on your back, I'm on your back, I'm on your back

If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you

If you'd accept surrender, I'll give up some more

Weren't you adored

I cannot be without you, matter of fact

I'm on your back, I'm on your back, I'm on your back

If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you

Another heart is cracked in two, I'm on your back

Foo fighters - walking after you

Previously:

"Dean!...Dee..Dean!"

"Shh, I'm right here Sam, you're just dreaming."

Dean held onto Sam's shoulders. He searched his brother's eyes.

"Sam, what were you dreaming about?" Dean desperately looked to see if Sam was fully awake and understanding him, he had been trying to wake Sam for a good five minutes.

"Dean…you… you can't leave me kay?... I can't be alone… he'll make me go…he'll take me again." Sam panted, out of breath from speaking.

Dean shook his head.

"I won't leave Sam, he's not coming near you again, I'll make sure of that."

Chapter 11

"Lucas, where've you been?" Tristan took a long pull off his cigarette before quickly scrunching it into the ash tray. He stood up from the small table near the window and walked towards his brother.

"Lucas?" Tristan went to grab the older man before he walked away. "Hey! Man, I asked you something!"

The older man roughly shoved the hand off and walked away from the nagging voice.

"Piss off Tristan!"

"I've been trying to call you! Anthony has requested you. He didn't sound happy about something, and it looks like the hunters are going to cause us trouble…" Tristan stopped and looked into his brothers eyes for a long moment.

"Shit! What have you done?...You fed didn't you? Why are you hiding it from me…you know you can't block me out, don't make me dig for it. I will if I have to!" Tristan spoke lightly and followed the older man into the small darkened room.

Tristan tried to grab hold of the other man again, but was caught of guard when he was shoved hard against the wall.

"Stay the fuck out of my head and out of my business! Don't make me say that again, Tristan!"

Lucas shoved the younger man harder against the wall before he released his collar. Tristan slid down slightly before he straightened his shirt and tried to slow and calm his panting, he stared daggers into the back of the man as he walked back into the room before slamming the door shut.

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He failed Sam. Again. Their last hunt had gone ...well that hadn't gone so well and now this one wasn't going according to plan either and it seemed like his little brother was paying the price yet again.

Dean sat at the foot of the bed watching over the younger Winchester. He had been seated there, in the same position for over forty minutes now and his aching thigh warned him that he should get up or at least switch positions. He began to feel the second wave of pins and needles that caused a warm, yet uncomfortable sensation to travel through his legs.

Dean ignored these feelings. Sam needed him, his little brother needed the connection, needed to feel safe and protected. So Dean had done what came naturally, he would protect Sam to the end. With his body tense, rigid and on guard, his mind continued planning their next move.

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Sam kept his eyes closed. He was not asleep and had no intentions to either. Sleep was not safe. sleep detached him from the one person he could trust and right now he really needed his brother. He felt Dean close to him on the bed and that was almost enough for his body to give into the pending fatigue.

An hour later, possibly more, he couldn't tell, his heart almost stopped when the bed dipped momentarily and Dean stood up. Using his hearing and the silence of the room, Sam focussed on his brother's movements, listening for any signs of danger. He heard the TV turn on to a low hum in the background, followed by the recognisable beep of the laptop starting up and with that he released a sigh that he camouflaged as a slight stir, pulling the covers up higher.

A Yawn forced its way through him. Sam was tired, his body felt weak and achy not to mention that the Ibuprofen Dean had given him an hour ago had already peaked and began to drain from his system. Everything hurt, his head, his back, his stomach, come to think of it, there wasn't any part of his body he didn't feel a dull throbbing pain in.

The younger Winchester's mind hovered over his encounter with the vampire, well at least that's what he thought it was. Sam swallowed hard. He still wasn't ready to re-live that memory. The thought of it alone made him groan.

"You need anything?" Sam lifted his head as his eyes slit open slightly to see Dean smile back at him. "What?...I know you're not asleep Sam, come on man, I can almost hear you thinking." Dean chuckled to himself.

The oldest brother straightened his face and drew his attention back Sam's confused, and what appeared to be troubled, gaze.

"Hey, you wanna talk about it... You know, what happened?…" Dean gently asked.

Sam shook his head and turned away. Dean watched his brother's reaction and sighed to himself.

"Okay… well ... How are you feeling? You want something to eat...drink?"

Sam continued to stare at the wall, away from his brother's eyes.

"Sam?" Dean asked, slightly confused by his brother's behaviour.

"Don't leave me alone Dean?... Please…What he did, I Can't take it again, if he gets me …I…" Sam stopped when his voice faded away and was replaced a hiccupped sob.

"Hey." Dean stood and walked over to Sam. He stood in front of his brother and bent down to look at his face.

"Hey, listen I'm not going to leave you Sam, and this Vampire thing, whatever the fuck it is, will be dead before he sees me coming. He'll pay for whatever he's done to you…" Dean looked at Sam's face to see if his little brother was taking it all in.

"That's a promise Sammy…" Dean rubbed a hand across his mouth. "And … err…when you're ready to talk …you know …about whatever happened… you know you can always talk to me man…I can tell something's really bothering you…I…" Sam cleared his throat, stopping his brother from completing the sentence.

"Thanks Dean." Sam tried to sit up, but his body protested at the sudden movement and he slid back down to the previous position.

"Watch yourself…" Dean grabbed Sam and placed a hand gently on his back while he helped him onto pillows that he began to ruffle together so his brother could sit up slightly.

The younger Winchester grunted and nodded his thanks, he discretely and unconsciously ushered him away. Dean backed up and impatiently rubbed his hands over his Jeans. Sam realised what he had done and immediately felt guilty when he watched Dean retreat.

"Actually Dean, I am pretty hungry…" Sam released a soft sideways grin.

"It's cold, but still edible...I think." Dean smirked and walked away toward a bag near the door. After picking it up, he went back over to Sam.

"I may even have something in here you may like …" Dean rummaged through the bag intensely, pulled out a bottle of fruit juice, followed by two caramel topped flapjacks.

"Chick food, your favourite!" He released a quick grin as he ducked a cold fry that flew past his head.

"Jerk."

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Both brothers sat on their beds and ate, Dean devouring his once hot burger, with extra onions, while Sam took a couple of bites from the mildly warm burger that he chewed several times before swallowing.

He looked down at the remainder, wrapped it back up and went for the juice and a few bites of the flapjack. While his stomach grumbled greedily at the food that came slowly. He grimaced as he swallowed, he may have felt hungry physically, but his mind told him otherwise and he felt very nauseous at ingesting anymore than he needed to.

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When Dean finished, he washed his mouthful down the last of his Pepsi and belched loudly.

"Nice, Dean. Thanks." Sam grimaced, only adding to his queasiness.

"You're welcome." Dean smiled ,proud and satisfied.

He then went towards the laptop, picked it up, and took it over to Sam's bed.

"I found a little more about these fucking creatures. Now there are a few legends of vampires, Dracula… who have had mind power over their victims, getting them to draw closer, lay still etcetera, but…" Dean tilted his head and twisted his screen to show Sam the display. "Things just don't tie up. For one, the patterns of the victims in this town, seems …I don't know, I'm gonna call Bobby on this one…" Dean stood and reached his hand into his pocket for his phone. He watched Sam's eyes anxiously follow him. "Until we figure out what or how this thing has control, I'm not letting you out of my sight, sorry bro…we're Siamese twins remember?" Dean winked at Sam who relaxed at his words.

Sam sighed.

"God, Dean it's conjoined…conjoined twins" He playfully shook his head.

TBC

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