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Chapter 11

Dean groaned as he felt the woman go limp. Dropping her to the ground he wiped his mouth. It had been a month since he'd been turned and he was getting to grips with his powers. He could block out the noise of everyday life and the hunger was no longer so extreme. He was still incredibly horny but his maker saw that he was satisfied in that department. Even so Dean still felt empty, like something was missing. But he didn't have time to ponder these feelings; they had to prepare for the war. Vincent had explained all about the deep seated rivalry between the two clans. The other nest was lead by Vincent's brother and he would stop at nothing to gain control of Vincent's family. Dean shuddered when he thought about what that would mean, he would kill his brother, Dean's mate and claim Dean as his own. Dean shuddered again; he couldn't bear to think of a life without his lover. He completed him, made him whole; if anything took him away Dean would die. They had to be ready and they had to fight. Dean had told Vincent all the most effective ways of destroying a nest and together they had prepped the rest of their family. But there was a tension in the air that any supernatural being could feel. Everyone could sense the coming storm, most creatures had fled the area but of course the humans were far too stupid to run. Dean almost pitied them. 'You should warn Bobby and Sam' a voice inside him said. Dean bit his lip. He didn't know where that had come from, he hadn't even thought of his brother and surrogate father since his mating. He looked down at the woman at his feet, her dead eyes staring up at him. He kicked her away; he didn't want her to look at him.

"What's the point, they can't stop it, and it's stupid to even think they have a chance!" Dean cursed as he stalked around the room. 'You're still a hunter' the annoying voice echoed round his skull. Dean shook his head and clapped his hands. Two vampires appeared in the doorway. "Help me with her," the two vampires nodded and took the body. Dean sighed and walked to the mirror. He frowned at the pale version of himself that glared back at him. "Maybe I should go see them, one last time, let them know who I really am now." Dean said out loud to his reflection.

Dean considered it and then slipped out of the nest and onto the streets, scenting the air for Sam's scent. He wasn't surprised to smell Sam still in town, he hadn't had time to catch Bobby's scent but he assumed the man wouldn't have left Sam alone. He followed Sam's scent through town to a motel and then settled in to watch. When Sam left he followed until Sam was passing an alley and then he moved, pulling Sam into the alley and pinning him to the brick. He felt Sam struggled and put a hand over his mouth.

Sam froze in shock, recognising the feel of the cold hand over his mouth. Dean! Sam relaxed and leant into the hand, trembling in relief that Dean was still 'alive'.

Dean felt Sam relax and felt a flash of scorn, despite knowing what he was Sam still thought Dean would never hurt him. Dean slowly removed his hand from Sam's mouth to see what he would do.

"Dean." Sam whispered. "You're okay."

The relief in Sam's voice confused him, why wouldn't he be okay? "Of course I am, none in the nest would dare raise a hand against their Prince. There's a war coming Sam, this is your one warning, take Bobby and get out of town."

"What? I don't understand Dean. Why didn't you come back? I don't blame you for what happened, there was so much blood. Dean come home, please baby." Sam begged and Dean snarled, spinning Sam around to stare at him with red eyes.

"I am home! I have a mate and family. You were my brother as a mortal so I'm giving you this chance to leave and live. Go find a girl and raise a family or something." Dean hissed, seeing horror in Sam's eyes.

"No, Dean this isn't you. They've done something to you." Sam managed to free a hand and gently cup Dean's cheek.

Dean started slightly at the warm and gentle touch, red eyes fading to green as he stared at the human. Dean opened his mouth to say something and saw Sam's eyes go wide. He went to turn and face whoever was behind him only for blinding agony to overcome him. He cried out, releasing Sam as his legs buckled. He felt Sam catch him; his last sight Sam's terrified eyes before darkness claimed him.

"Bobby?" Sam demanded.

"Dead man's blood. Come on, let's get him inside and restrained." Bobby removed the syringe from Dean's neck gently.

Sam stared at Bobby in shock and then shook it off, pulling Dean's limp form up and over his shoulders. Dean was no light weight but Sam was determined to manage alone. Once in Sam's room Sam gently laid Dean on the bed, taking in the different clothes he wore and how pale he had become. Sam sat beside him, gently stoking Dean's face as Bobby got what was needed to secure Dean so that he could not harm them or himself. Sam flinched but said nothing, knowing it had to be done. Dean's words had hurt so much but he knew Dean hadn't truly meant them; the vampires had messed with his mind, like Kate had done to him so he'd have sex with her. He just wanted his Dean back.

"Sam…."

"He didn't mean it Bobby, they did something to him." Sam snapped and Bobby sighed.

"You heard him Sam, he said he has a mate, we both know what that does."

"So we kill the bastard and Dean will be himself again." Sam argued.

"Do you really think Dean, this Dean, will betray his mate?" Bobby asked gently and Sam looked away.

It was at that moment that Dean twitched, the blood beginning to wear off and Sam shifted to gently stroke his face, hoping to comfort him through the pain. Pain filled green eyes slowly opened and focused on him. "It's okay Dean, you're okay." Sam whispered and Dean blinked at him before moaning in pain. "How much of that stuff did you use?" Sam demanded and Bobby stared at him.

"The whole syringe, he had you pinned Sam!"

"He wasn't hurting me Bobby." Sam argued.

Dean could hear them and wanted to snarl, to attack but he felt so weak. Though Sam hadn't known from what his brother was saying. A syringe….Dead Man's blood, that explained the pain and weakness. He tried to move again to find there was more than the blood exposure keeping him in place, he was chained down. "Sss..am…" He slurred and then he saw Sam leaning over him, face showing concern. Didn't Sam get it? They were part of two different worlds now; Sam should leave and live his mortal life.

"I'm sorry Dean; I swear I didn't know Bobby was going to do that." Sam told him and then he raised Dean's head and put a glass to his lips. "Drink, it'll help."

Dean didn't have much choice as the liquid slipped past his lips but then he gulped the blood greedily. Sam was right; he could feel the pain fading and his strength returning. He struggled against the chains and snarled. "Let me go Sam and I won't tell my mate about this. Just leave and never come back."

"How can you say that? We've never been apart for long and you want me to leave? Listen to yourself Dean; you can't believe it sounds right. I know you remember, this wouldn't change or erase your memories." Sam pleaded; running a hand over Dean's chest and to his shock Dean felt himself reacting. He hated his body for betraying his mate but he supposed it was only natural; Sam had been his lover for several years after all. Vampire or not his body hadn't changed so Sam knew what would make him react.

"Don't." he growled, realising they were alone in the room. "I'll kill you."

"I don't believe you. When Dad told you, even when I told you to do it, you couldn't. You're still my big brother, the one person on this planet I love more than anything. You have to remember that." Sam whispered, hand moving to Dean's pale cheek. Dean stared at him, a little shocked by Sam's outburst.

"You're human, I'm not. We belong with our own kind. I have a mate, a new family. Go find the same Sam."

"Why Dean? Why did you mate with him?" Sam asked softly.

Dean stared at Sam, why? Because…because it was the right thing to do. His Maker had chosen him, wanted him, how could he refuse? "It is an honour he chose me Sam, he is my Maker." Dean finally answered. "I love him more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone."

"More than me?" Sam choked out and Dean nodded, hearing the soft noise Sam seemed to make without realising it, a sound of heartrending grief and Dean felt a flash of guilt for causing it. "I….I love you Dean, I can't do this without you." Sam told him and Dean shook his head.

"You're mortal, human, you'll get over it." Dean answered and Sam let out a hysterical sounding laugh before looking away.

"You don't get it Dean, you're the only reason I'm not drugged up in a mental ward." Sam told him and Dean frowned. "You spent forty years in hell…..I spent longer than that trapped in a cage with Lucifer himself. You think that doesn't change a person, doesn't….doesn't do permanent damage? I keep seeing…..but then you're there and it's so easy to ignore anything but you. To know that it's not real. This last month without you it's gotten so hard, I know I've freaked Bobby out a few times." Sam admitted softly.

Dean stared at him, feeling shocked. Sam had never said anything, was he lying to make Dean feel sympathy? Dean stared into the hazel eyes and realised, no it wasn't a lie. Sam really was losing his grip on reality the longer they were apart. But what did Sam expect him to do about it? Stay? He couldn't, his Mate and Nest needed him.

"I'm going to let you go." Sam finally whispered and Dean stared in shock. "If you do two things for me."

"What?" Dean asked warily.

"First, a last kiss. One last kiss like I'm your world." Sam choked and Dean thought it over before nodding, it would feel wrong but he could give Sam that. A better goodbye than leaving him bleeding out he guessed.

"And second?" Dean asked, expecting Sam to want him to not kill people or call him or something. So what Sam whispered was a very big shock.

"Kill me, drain me dry." Sam looked at him, tears in his eyes.

TBC…