Authors Notes: It's been a month and I'm sorry for that long wait. Some of you know I have been agonising and bitching over this but I am happy to say that this long coming chapter is finally here and wow it feels good to be back. Chapter 12 is already well on its way to completion and with any luck will be with my Beta by the end of the weekend … Monday the latest … so I'm in a happy place, busy, but happy lol

If anyone is still around, well I hope you enjoy this installment and I thank you so much for being patient. I couldn't ask for a better audience than the one I have so thanks. Also once again thanks and a HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Angelustatt!! Mate, I love ya and I hope you have a great day! Thanks to my mum for helping read though as well and last but not least thank you to my friend and new Beta Carikube!! You helped with this more than you know!

And now I will shut up now and let you read … hope you enjoy …


Chapter 11. Reckless

He and Dean had done a hell of a lot of stupid things in his life.

Hunting pretty much guaranteed you would end up in bizarre and crazy situations that no normal person would even contemplate.

Getting on a plane that you knew was going to crash, summoning Bloody Mary when you knew she would come after you, telling your brother to stop and face down a killer truck when you weren't sure it would work was crazy.

Using a child as bait to catch a Shtriga, allowing yourself to be caught and arrested to settle a debt that wasn't even yours, going after a Djinn by yourself and selling your soul to bring back the dead was just as crazy, even as much as Sam appreciated the gesture.

Even with Dean topping the list with the whole demon deal thing, the craziness hadn't stopped. He knew he should have waited … maybe even called Bobby again but he couldn't afford to take much longer in finding his brother. The fact that Dean was being held by vampires, vampires with a serious grudge to make things worse, Sam was terrified that he was going to be too late.

The vampires he had killed had told him that Dean was alive but was he supposed to believe them, take their word for the truth? He hoped to God or anyone else who was listening that they had been telling the truth. The alternative was too agonising to think of. Dean had to be alive. Sam still needed time to get him out of his damn deal whether the stubborn bastard wanted it or not.

Finding the farm, Sam pulled the Impala off to the side of the road; let it idle as he looked down the drive to the yellow boarded house. It was getting dark and the trees were blowing like crazy in the wind and the rain was making it hard to see anything even with the windshield wipers working to their full capacity.

He knew it would be stupid to just drive down the driveway. It would announce his presence and he didn't need or want that.

Going into a vampires lair without knowing how many there were and without any backup was crazy but then as he had already established, crazy was his life. It had just taken a while for him to accept that.

Biting his bottom lip as he looked out the passenger window, he tried to see through the trees and could just get a glimpse of the barn on the right side of the house. Dean was being kept in the barn, if what those vampires said was right.

He could feel the butterflies in his stomach as the reality of the situation really hit him.

Sam turned in the seat and looked out of the rear window, annoyed that the Impala didn't have back window wipers as well. He needed to hide the car before he did anything.

Putting the car into reverse, Sam placed his arm along the back of the bench seats and backed the car up a little and then off the road and down a leafy embankment. He didn't stop until the car was sitting in between two trees. It was a tight fit and if Dean saw it, Sam knew that he would have a heart attack. Right now? Sam didn't care.

Sam sat in the car unmoving for a moment, just staring out the front window. Tree branches whipped around outside, licking against the car. The youngest Winchester took a long breath, slowly looking down to the passenger seat. The colt was still lying there from where he had dropped it on his escape from the bar parking lot.

Picking up the old but trusty gun, Sam tested its weight in his hand even though he was already familiar with it. He was comforted in the fact that the colt still worked. Whatever Ruby had done to it had done the trick. There were subtle differences but all that mattered was that it still worked. It gave them an advantage.

There were four bullets still in the chambers and Sam knew that there were also twelve more sitting in the trunk just waiting to be used. Would that be enough?

Of course the ideal way to handle this would be to get Dean out of there quietly and then come back and deal with the vampires. But Sam wasn't stupid, nor was he naive. Things rarely worked in their favour and he had been taught from an early age to be prepared for anything. It was good advice and something that he had taken with him when he had left hunting for that elusive normal life.

The storm outside was picking up, the clouds hovering, darkening the sky even faster than the natural setting of the sun. The thought came to mind that if Dean must be cold, especially if he was being held in the barn like those vampires said.

With this in mind Sam checked to make sure that the gun did indeed have four bullets left before stashing it in the inside pocket of his brown jacket.

Sitting in there thinking wasn't going to help Dean in the slightest. Sam pulled out his phone and one last time tried to call Bobby, worry gnawing his stomach when the mechanic didn't pick up. It was almost like calling Dad again, the only difference was that John had never picked up because he had chosen not to. If Bobby wasn't answering there had to be a reason and considering the circumstances it would have had to be serious.

It was time to move.

Sighing, Sam put the ring tone on silent and placed the phone back in his front jean pocket and exited the car. He quickly opened the trunk, trying unsuccessfully to keep the light rain out of his eyes. Of course it had to be raining. It was the story of their lives lately.

Picking up the container that held the special bullets, Sam emptied the contents into his jacket pocket, minus the two he needed to replace the bullets he had used before. The machete came next, connected to his belt. If he ran out of bullets he would cut off their heads.

Shutting the trunk lid, Sam looked up, water collecting in the hollow of his eyes. He sent a quiet prayer to God, or any higher power that might be listening, for his brother to be alright.

Sam turned around and headed off through bushes and trees, pushing thoughts of Dean's deal out of his mind and concentrating on the job at hand. He stopped just before reaching the clear field between him and the house, moving aside stray branches of the tree he was standing by and he studied the property.

Sam grit his teeth against the urge to ask himself what the hell his brother had been thinking driving straight up to a vampires nest and even worse … allow himself to be caught? Now matter how much he accused Dean of having a death wish he didn't believe the older man would be that reckless. Sam was under the impression that they had come to an understanding after the whole Gordon incident.

With that in mind, Sam came to the conclusion that the vampires must have held something over Dean's head; they must have threatened someone, Sam or someone else entirely.

Sam raised a hand to wipe the water out of his eyes again, almost letting the tree branch swing back and hit him in the face. His fast reflexes had Sam catching the branch, squinting into the fading light to make sure he was in the clear.

From what he could see, there was no-one outside but that didn't mean that no-one was there. The darker it got, the more likely it was that the vampires would venture out. The two he'd killed back at the bar had been a rare occurrence but not totally unbelievable.

"Sure, they sleep during the day … doesn't mean they wont wake up."

His father's voice filtered through his thoughts and reminded him that it didn't matter when or where, he had to be careful, his mind on the job.

He re-adjusted his grip around the handle of the colt. It had been that exact same colt that their father had been after. It was that colt that had introduced them to the world of vampires and it had been that same colt that had killed Kate's boyfriend that night at John Winchesters hand. He could remember the feel of the lead vampires arm around his throat, squeezing it. He'd felt as if his neck might snap with one wrong move and he would never forget the helplessness, fear and anger he had seen in his brothers eyes as Dean was made to put down his machete, nor would he forget the look on their fathers face after he'd shot the vampire, or Kate's scream as she watched her life long mate die.

He would have never suspected that it would be that moment to come back and bite them in the ass … or the neck in their case.

No Vampires, or anyone else for that matter were in sight and the weather still gradually getting worse around him, Sam moved. He hoped that sneaking up from the side would prove as less of a distraction as heading into the farm head on would. It would be a longer walk back to the Impala but it was the best option he had. If Dean couldn't make it under his own steam then Sam would carry him back to the car. They would worry about their Dad's truck later.

Moving as fast as he could, yet trying to be as quiet as he could, Sam ran through knee high green grass. Dirt that had turned to mud because of the rain caked his sneakers. His feet felt sloshy, frozen and wet but none of that mattered because the barn was getting closer with each fast paced step. His cheeks felt frozen and wet as his hair whipped around in the wind, stinging his face.

He was more than relieved to finally reach the barn and held his hands out to stop his momentum. The last thing he needed was to run headlong into the barn and knock himself out. Dean would never let him forget it if that happened.

Taking a large gulp of air, Sam let it out slowly and squinted through the rain and wind that had picked up to become a pretty decent storm as far as storms went. Thunder cracked overhead and made Sam flinch. There was a loud banging noise coming from somewhere else also and Sam searched for the source of the sound. He found what he was looking for on the side of the barn. It was the sound of wood hitting wood as the small side door to the barn, next to the two big double doors, wasn't locked. It was opening as far as what looked like a leather strap would allow and hen slamming back.

Cautiously looking around again and finding that the situation wasn't much different from before, Sam moved forward once again, slinking against the barn wall, colt in hand.

The closer Sam got to the door the more apprehensive he became. He so badly wanted Dean to be okay but he knew it was wishful thinking to believe that Dean would come away from this unscathed. Things rarely went their way.

Taking a deep breath, Sam reached his hand inside the gap and unhooked the strap that was keeping the door from flying open completely. It was dark inside but not yet so dark that you couldn't see at all. No, Sam could see perfectly well and his vision zeroed in on the person he had come looking for and he felt sick. His stomach was in knots and his heart skipped a few beats as he stared at the macabre sight of his older brother chained to the cage.

"Dean," he whispered in shock.

The urge to run to Dean's side was immediate and consuming but he stopped himself. The plan was to rescue his brother, not get himself captured along side him.

Sam swallowed the sick feeling of dread and tore his gaze away from Dean. He scanned his immediate surroundings carefully, pausing on each suspicious shadow only to come up empty, sneaking further into the barn, Sam, took in the rope and pulley system attached to the ceiling, the Mesh caging that took up almost the entire length of the opposite wall. He didn't have to actually see inside to know what that cage was for. Sam couldn't worry about that right now. He walked quickly over to the big double doors and peeked through the gaps in the wooden slats. The only thing out there at the moment was the wind and rain. Comforted in the fact that they were alone, for the time being, Sam turned back to grimace at his brother's form.

From where he was he couldn't tell if Dean was breathing, if Dean was alive at all. The older hunter looked so pale and Sam knew that it wasn't just the current lighting. All the blood on his body told Sam all he needed to know and yet not enough.

Rushing to his brother's side, Sam stopped short of touching him at first. Dean was hanging there limply and Sam was almost afraid to search for a pulse. It was inconceivable that someone so white in complexion could still be in the land of the living.

Looking at Dean's neck, Sam fought back a gasp and the messy bite mark there that was still wet with his brother's blood. The bite mark that Gordon had left Dean had grossed them both out, but that was nothing compared to the one he had now. After a quick inspection he found three more cleaner looking bites and felt as if he might actually throw up. They had fed on his brother, not just one but multiple vampires and he couldn't even begin to imagine what that must have felt like. A part of him was glad that he hadn't been there to witness it but another part of him wished he had been there to stop it from happening and rip the sick fucks apart for even going near his brother with their filthy fangs or teeth or whatever the hell it was that they fed with. Sam didn't care about the details right now … he just wanted to kill them.

"Dean!" He called in a loud whisper, praying that Dean would lift his head and answer him

His phone vibrated silently in his pocket and Sam considered leaving it. He was in front of his bleeding brother in the barn owned group of vampires and phone calls were not on the top of his list to do right now.

The thought that it could be Bobby and that he needed to know what they were up against won out and Sam extracted his phone from his pocket, looking around uneasily for anyone approaching.

"Bobby?"

"Sam, where are you?"

"I'm with Dean," Sam whispered distractedly as he looked back at his brother.

"You found him?"

"Yeah but I need to get him out of here. They're vampires, Bobby, the same ones that we first encountered with Dad in Colorado."

"Kid, tell me you didn't go in there alone."

"What did you want me to do, Bobby? Just leave him hanging in here for them to have another go at him? What the hell took you so long?"

He reached up and placed a hand on Dean's chest. The skin beneath his hand was cold but he could just feel the slight rise and fall. Dean was breathing.

"What the hell are you thinking? You'll be no damn good to anyone if you get your ass caught, Sam!"

He sighed and took a calming breath. "I'm sorry but I couldn't just leave him. Look, I need to get Dean out of here before someone comes …"

"Where are you?"

"McKay Farm," Sam answered, jumping as the side door crashed into the barn once more. He could feel the hair stand up on the back of his neck as he looked back at his brother. He didn't have time to stand around talking to Bobby while his brother was strung up possibly slowly bleeding to death. "We're in the barn but I'm getting him out now. We'll meet you in town." He ended the call, cutting off anything Bobby was going to say and shoved his phone back into his pocket.

The loud clapping of thunder overhead sprang Sam into action again. He lifted Dean's head, noting the clammy feel of the older hunter's skin.

"Dean!" he called Dean's name as loud as he dared.

Getting no response from his verbal attempt at getting Dean's attention, Sam gently lowered his brother's head and shoved the colt into the front of his jeans, replacing it for the handy lock pick that he always carried around.

Dean was being held up against the cage by chains that were locked into place by two heavy set locks. Sam set to work on one of them, all the while keeping an ear out for any movement behind him.

There was movement in front of him, from behind the cage, and now that he was up close and personal with it, Sam could see through the mesh. There were two people tied up and gagged on the other side and Sam felt a moment of sorrow. His number one priority was Dean but he wouldn't be able to leave without at least trying to free them would he?

Concentrating back on the lock in front of him, the first thing he realised was that they were sturdy, strong, and gave him enough of a hassle to have him worried but eventually the lock snipped open and Sam wrenched it away from the chains and threw it to the floor.

The chain slid free and Dean slumped forward with a groan. Sam automatically moved to take some of Dean's weight.

"Hey … hey, I got ya," Sam soothed quietly.

Sam was comforted by the short puffs of breath he could feel on his neck as Dean leaned almost boneless against him, at the same time trembling weakly. It didn't matter if his breathing was a little tight and quick. It was better than not breathing at all.

The second lock was even more stubborn than the first and Sam could feel time tick by faster and faster. He was fighting against the urge to jump at every little sound he heard. Sam shifted Dean a little to get better access to the lock. He felt a shiver run through Dean's body as his brother moaned, his head rolling on Sam's shoulder

"We're nearly there, dude," Sam told him quietly, his stomach clenching at his brothers distress.

"S…am …"

Dean's voice felt like a soft mumble but Sam had heard his name uttered loud and clear and the shock of hearing it almost made him unprepared for the when the lock finally gave in and clicked open. Sam quickly threw that one to the ground also and Dean began slipping from the cage, falling heavily into Sam's arms.

"Yeah, man, it's me," Sam confirmed, his voice strained as he adjusted to Dean's weight.

As expected, Dean's knees buckled as soon as his feet hit the ground. Sam caught him, held him up and gripping Dean's wrist, Sam pulled his brothers arm across his shoulders.

Just like the blood from Dean's chest that had smeared on the front of his shirt, Sam could feel blood on the back of his neck from the cut and bite on his brother's arm. He swallowed thickly as the sensation made him sick.

Dean mumbled something, his eyes closed, and a frown on his face.

"Hey, come on … you with me, Dean? We need to get you to the car."

Dean's breathing hitched and Sam could feel his racing pulse through the hold he had on the man's wrist. "Dean … hey, it's okay." He started forward, dragging his brother with him but the process was a lot slower than he would have liked.

"Sammy?" Dean asked again, his voice barely even a raspy whisper.

"That's right. I'm here, Dean," Sam assured, stopping to make sure he had the colt in his hand. It was a bit of a tangle between them but eventually he had the colt in the same hand which was also holding onto the waistband of Dean's jeans in an effort to help him stay upright.

Dean sighed. "Need'ta … get outta here," he slurred, head lolling back, exposing his bloody torn throat.

Sam choked back a laugh. "I know …"

"Don't forg-…" Dean stopped, a gasp of pain cutting him off mid speech.

"Whoa, easy there," Sam said, struggling under Dean's weight and shivering. He looked up and saw that they were getting closer to the door. They needed to move faster. He would come back for the others. "Don't forget what, Dean?" Sam asked trying to keep Dean's attention.

"Hmm?" Dean asked, his eyes still yet to open.

"What don't you want me to forget?"

"Oh …" Dean answered dopily, his head falling forwards again and Sam was surprised he hadn't sprained his neck yet. "Dad … s'trouble."

Sam frowned and it took a lot of restraint not to stop short at his brother's words. Dad wasn't in trouble, Dad was dead and Sam floundered in the presence of Dean's confusion.

"Dad's fine, Dean." It was the only thing he could think of saying as he dragged Dean across the expanse of the barn.

He could feel Dean trying to help but his legs were as useful as jelly and they still had a whole storm and field to get through yet. The thought to stop and put his jacket on Dean crossed his mind but he really had wasted enough time. He would bundle Dean up once they got away.

Dean shook his head and then let it roll on Sam's shoulder. "No …" Dean's breathing hitched, like he was fighting to draw it from his lungs. "No … Sammy … he's 'lone … vampires."

"Shh." They couldn't afford to worry about Dad right now. Hopefully the man was watching them from up in heaven, barking orders to them even from up there. "It's okay. We're getting outta here."

"'n save Dad?"

"Yeah," Sam agreed, nodding as they approached the door. He couldn't bring himself to say the words we'll save, Dad and he hoped that the simple affirmative had been enough to appease his brother.

The wind was blowing wildly outside and Sam didn't even get a chance to try and open the door again. It sung back, slamming against the barn wall, splintering wood, but this time the doorway wasn't clear.

A dark figure stood in the doorway and Sam didn't waste any time awkwardly bringing up the colt while still holding his brother upright. He fired a shot and then turned quickly as he heard others coming in from the other entrance.

Sam had no choice but to back up and let Dean slide from his grasp as he fired off another few shots in quick succession, blue light sizzled from the fatal bullet wounds in each vampire that he hit.

Enraged howls of anger could be heard over the whining wind and rain with each vampire that went down. More came through the door and Sam had the sickening realisation that there was a lot more than he had assumed. He shot and killed two more as they approached and then dropped the gun to the ground by Dean. He had the extra bullets but there was no way that he would be able to reload the colt again in time.

His machete was unsheathed just as a hard body barrelled into him, sending him crashing to the ground. He grunted as the air was knocked from his lungs and he thought he could hear Dean call his name but everything was so loud so he wasn't sure.

Hitting out with the machete handle, Sam felt it connect with flesh before a thick forearm was pressed to his throat, almost completely cutting off his air supply. A fetid breath hit his face and when Sam opened his eyes he could see a blood red snarl and instinctively he knew that it was his brother's blood coating the second layer of razer sharp teeth.

"I wonder if you taste as good as your brother does …" The huge vampire on top of him taunted, leaning in closer, the smell made it obvious that he had recently fed making Sam want to vomit.

An anger even more intense than when he had first walked in and found Dean erupted and Sam brought his knee up connecting with the vampire's muscled stomach, earning him a loud grunt and loss of pressure on his neck for his effort. It was all that Sam needed.

Ramming the butt of his machete handle into the side of the vampires head, knocking him off balance, Sam twisted and used the advantage of their new positions to his benefit. He brought the sharp blade of his machete down, cutting through the vampire's neck, the blade ricocheting off the ground rippled, running through Sam's arms.

All he could think about was that he had just killed one of the filthy fucks that had hurt his brother.

"Sam!"

Sam's head snapped up and his heart nearly jumped out of his throat at the sight that was before him. He had screwed up. He had screwed up big time. He shouldn't have taken so long in getting his brother out of there. Now Dean's feet were dangling above the ground as another vampire held him off the ground by his damaged throat. Dean's hands were weakly pulling at the wrist connected to the hand wrapped around his throat.

Sam raised his machete, his eyes cold and focused on the enemy, Dean's struggles for air always in the background and making him want to rip them all apart. "Let. My. Brother. Go."

He would take them all out one by one if he had to.

Laughter came from behind the semi-circle of angry vampires that had surrounded him and then he saw her. Kate squeezed through a gap in the semi-circle, smiling like she had won the freaking lottery.

The last time Sam had seem her, she had been screaming and growling after their father had killed her lover. Sam knew what it was like to lose someone you loved but he held no sympathy for this vampire. She killed and tormented people, not only for sustenance but for the fun of it as well. Her whole group had. They spread their lifestyle like a disease, forcing it on people just like Dixon had done to Gordon. Gordon had been a short sighted bastard but it was one of the worse things that Sam could imagine happening … especially to a hunter.

"Kate." Sam sneered as the female approached but he didn't lower his weapon. He had a strong urge to pick up the colt and reload it even as fruitless as that might have been.

"Sam, I'm flattered you remember me …"

"Let him down … NOW!" He was not in the mood for small talk and he was acutely aware that he didn't stand a chance of enforcing anything without Dean being killed and himself along with him.

"You put down that nasty blade and we'll put down your brother," Kate replied almost sweetly.

Sam's eyes narrowed at her choice of words.

Kate shrugged and glanced at Dean, his lips clearly turning blue, no longer struggling, and then looked back at Sam. "He looks about ready to be put out of his misery."

"You think I'm messing about?" Sam asked darkly, his heart racing as Dean was deprived of oxygen for far longer than Sam was comfortable with.

"Do you think I am?" Kate countered. "Put down the damn weapon, Sam, or I'll let my friends finish feeding on sweet, sweet Dean."

It was useless anyway. There was no way that he could fight his way out of here, not with Dean alive. One quick glance at his brother, Sam went back to glaring at Kate as he threw his machete to the floor.

"See?" Kate sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as she smiled. "Now was that so hard?"

Sam's eyes went back to Dean. He was totally lax now and still being help up off the ground. Wide eyes snapped back to Kate's. "Let him down," his voice was even and calm, belaying the panic he was feeling.

Seconds went by and all that could be heard was the crashing wind, rain and thunder from outside, that and Sam's pounding heartbeat. Sam could see the other vampires and could see the lust in their eyes, the lust for his blood.

Just as Sam was about to lunge forward, Kate spoke, issuing the order to let Dean down.

The white haired vampire stood back, releasing Dean. The bloody hunter fell to the ground to land in an unmoving heap.

"Dean!" Sam made to rush to Dean's side but stopped short when his way was blocked. "Dammit, let me go to him!"

Kate studied Sam's face for a moment. "Troy, why don't you make sure our pet is breathing."

Sam watched on in horror as two quick kicks were planted in Dean's stomach. Dean's eyes snapped open as he gasped raggedly.

"I'm going to kill you!" Sam growled.

Troy turned and came to stand beside Kate, speaking close to her ear but loud enough for Sam to hear. "Can we just get this over with?"

Kate sighed and looked annoyed. "I don't want to rush this."

Troy growled. "He just killed a nice chunk of my family, Kate! This is your fight! Now, either get on with it or take your pet and leave but I'm taking this one!" He pointed at Sam.

They didn't know this group of vampires but it was obvious to Sam now that he had just made himself another enemy and he couldn't seem to care.

There was a moment in which both vampires just stared at each other, almost like a battle of wills and then it was over. Kate sighed but then nodded. "Fine," she stated. "Throw them in with the rest of the food and we'll get on with it tonight."

Sam watched as the vampire turned and began walking away, a look of determination had replaced the excited look of enjoyment from before. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise when his attention was brought back to the male leader. It didn't take much imagination to know what that if he had the chance he would take Sam out right here and now.

"Feel free to have some fun … but remember I want them alive." With that, Kate was gone, out into the storm and god knows where, leaving Sam surrounding by hungry vampires who were pissed at him for now killing their family.

"Throw the other one in the cage," Troy ordered, his eyes firmly locked on Sam's in a cold hard stare.

"What about this one?" A small, short red haired vampire asked, looking from Troy to Sam.

Troy snarled. "Hold him still. I'm going to teach him a little lesson."

Acting on a split second decision, Sam dove for the colt that was still lying where he had dropped it. He saw stars behind his eyes and pain explode in his head as hard, steel-capped boot rushed up, connecting with his face. He felt blood trickle from his nose as the force of the kick flipped him. He wasn't on his back for more than a few seconds when he felt both of his arms grabbed by strong hands, hauling him up to his feet where the world spun frighteningly for a moment.

Sam shook his head to clear it. His head pounded worse but his vision cleared a little and he found himself struggling in the grip of two strong vampires.

Out of the corner of his eye he could Dean being manhandled roughly through the now open cage door. His brother landed with a thud on the cold hard dirt floor of the barn and then the cage was closed once more, leaving Sam as the sole entertainment.

The hands locked around his biceps were strong enough that Sam was sure they would leave marks. Troy leant forward and picked up the colt, studying it in his hands. He looked up, flicking his eyes to Sam.

"If I hadn't seen it for my own eyes I would have never believed it." The head vampire briefly looked to one of his fallen members before settling back on Sam. "Kate told me what you did … what your father did."

Sam spat out the blood that had collected at the base of his throat and would have shrugged had the iron force grip not prevented it. "What's this about?"

"Other than getting a feed and taking out a couple of hunters you mean?"

"Yeah … other than that."

Troy looked at the gun once more before putting it in the waistband of his jeans behind him. "Kate has her reasons."

Sam was held still, feeling as if his arms might break by the hands holding him if they gripped him any tighter. Troy approached, anger swirling in his eyes.

"Me? I was just helping out an old friend. You just made this personal."

Sam almost scoffed in the vampires face. They had kidnapped and fed off of his brother and he had made it personal? "I can't say I feel sorry about that."

The words were out of his mouth before he had even registered that he had spoken. Hearing himself now it hit him how much he had sounded like his brother. Baiting the enemy was Dean's job. His brother was constantly shifting any unwanted attention away from Sam and onto himself. It seemed that it was catching although Sam thought that he might have to work on it a bit since in this instance he already had the enemy's attention squarely on him.

Troy laughed but Sam could tell that the vampire was anything but amused. "You might feel a little sorry when I'm through with you, kid."

The punch, although expected, had seemed to come out of no-where and Sam knew that if his nose hadn't been broken before that it most certainly was now. He didn't have much time to think about it though as it was followed up with a doubly hard punch to the mid-section that stole his breath.

He was bent forward slightly only for Troy's knee to plough into his stomach one, two, three times, leaving Sam gasping as he felt more than one rib crack under the onslaught. The uppercut to the jaw would have sent him flying had he not been held in place.

The next few minutes were just a haze of pain and Sam could have sworn that he actually heard his ears ringing as punch upon punch crashed into his face until he was hanging between the two vampires on either side of him.

A hand closed on his hair and yanked his head back and Sam tensed in pain and apprehension as his foggy mind caught up to what was happening, just how close Troy was to his throat.

Long seconds ticked by and everything seemed frozen in time as Sam clenched his eyes shut waiting to feel teeth sink in. He was confused when he felt the vampire's breath on his ear. "When Kate has finished with your family? You're mine, boy. Remember that."

Troy pulled away from Sam, letting his head fall to his chest as he tried to catch his breath and not throw up, or pass out … or both.

"Take his jacket and anything else useful that he has on him and then throw him in with his brother."

Troy's voice was cutting in and out and Sam dared to open his eyes but shut them again straight away when his nausea hit him full force. He was quickly divested of his jacket and anything else in his pockets, his and Dean's phones included and then the sound of the cage opening filtered through to his foggy brain before he was unceremoniously tossed inside, grunting when his sore ribs landed on the hard ground.

"See ya soon, Sammy."

Footsteps and faint orders could be just heard as Sam laid there with his eyes closed, trying to breathe. He grit his teeth against the pain in his chest, shifting to curl into himself a little. He needed to get up and check on Dean but is body wasn't responding to his brains commands. All he could was lie there and let his body deal for a moment.

His mind was starting to feel foggy, the pain in his head increasing, complaining at the treatment it had received, almost singing in chorus with his ribs.

"Dean?" His brother's name was barely a whisper on his lips. He could feel himself slipping even though his natural instinct to know Dean was okay was screaming at him to stop being a pussy and get up. His last thought was that Bobby was coming … Bobby would know what to do.

TBC …


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Tara x0x