Warning- This story is rated M, for erotic content. The story deals with an adult psychic vampire obsessed with a teenage Sam Winchester, and due to the erotic nature of her feedings on a young Sam we felt the need to warn you.

Co-written by Sendintheclowns

Every Breath You Take - Chapter 12

Sam woke up feeling rested. His neck didn't ache and the headache that had throbbed behind his eyes for over a week now had finally lifted. Things were looking up.

Reluctant to face Heather for some reason, Sam dawdled in the shower. He'd just finished dressing when a knock sounded at his door and Heather announced there were scrambled eggs in the kitchen when he was ready.

Sam was still baffled by his reaction to the pretty apartment manager. Heather was smart, kind and seemed to really enjoy spending time with Sam. He couldn't remember the last time so much attention had been lavished upon him. Well, maybe when he was in the hospital but he was so out of it, he didn't really get a chance to enjoy it. But Heather was somehow special.

And maybe that was the crux of his ambivalent feelings; Sam was attracted to Heather despite their age difference. And not that Sam would ever say it aloud, but there were times when he thought the attractive woman reciprocated those feelings.

He knew it was insane, after all Sam was not even sixteen yet and Heather was more than double his age but he definitely thought the attraction was mutual and not one-sided on his part.

There was no way Sam was going to make peace with the situation in the ten minutes he'd spent pondering it since he emerged from the shower so he decided it was time to face the music.

Heather was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping from a mug of steaming tea. Her expression was pensive. "Hey, Heather. How are you this morning?"

Perhaps it was the harsh glare from the overhead lighting in the kitchen but Sam could have sworn he saw tears glistening in Heather's expressive brown eyes. "Oh, I'm fine. The question is how are you feeling today? You seem pretty chipper, I must say."

Sam couldn't stop the grin that stretched his face. "You know, for the first time in a long time I feel good. Thanks for teaching me about meditation and Chakras – I never would have believed it but it really seems to work."

Instead of bringing a smile to Heather's face, the woman looked away. She took a moment to sip at her tea before looking at Sam again. "Your Dad called while you were in the shower. Apparently this job didn't pan out like they expected and he and Dean are on their way back here now."

It was music to Sam's ears – he'd really missed his older brother – but Heather looked bummed out. Even devastated. "Are they okay?"

Whenever his dad and Dean were away from him, he couldn't help but worry about their safety. Sam didn't feel like he added much to the hunt in terms of experience or strength but he was another body and he was fast on his feet – both physically and mentally.

The maternal look was fixed firmly on Heather's face again. "They're fine. They should be back this afternoon and it sounds like tomorrow you'll be heading out to your friend, Jim's place."

Sam was torn. He wanted to get away from Heather but he was also drawn to her. "Oh, okay. I'll head back to the apartment and start packing up after breakfast."

Heather gnawed on her lip before answering. "You really shouldn't do too much. I know you're feeling better but how about if you concentrate on your stuff and I'll work on packing some of the stuff in the kitchen and living room?"

Still unsure on how he felt about leaving Heather the next day, Sam realized he wanted to spend the day in her company. After today, he'd probably never see her again.

Something had changed last night when Heather told him about her falling out with her own father. Sam swore that would never happen to him and his dad but he understood the stress of trying to fit in when you didn't feel like you belonged, even with your family.

Sam helped himself to a plate on the counter and scooped up some of the fluffy scrambled eggs on the stovetop. His appetite still hadn't returned full force yet but the aroma was making his stomach grumble in hunger.

As he turned back toward the table he found Heather on her feet, blocking his path. She took the plate from Sam's hands and set it on the table behind her before she touched a warm finger to his lips. "Come here, Sam. I need to hold you."

Unable to resist, Sam felt himself tugged into Heather's strong arms. Her hands cradled his face and Sam's ability to think dwindled with that touch. "There's no way I can let you go, Sam. You know that, right?"

Everything faded from Sam's memory as he swayed into the feminine arms holding him tight.

-0-

Heather was depressed. Due to their lifestyle, Heather should have been more prepared but it really hadn't occurred to her that the Wilsons, or Winchesters, would pull out so quickly.

She was having a hard time wrapping her brain around the fact that Sam would be departing the next day with his family. Away from her.

With her head down, Heather sensed rather then saw Sam enter the kitchen. When she didn't give her usual cheery response, Heather noted through the screen of her thick eyelashes the concern that flashed in the young man's eyes. She should have felt a lift at Sam's response since she'd worked so hard to win him over but right now she couldn't see past the fact that her time with Sam was at an end.

Sam broke the silence in the kitchen with a tentative smile. "Hey, Heather. How are you this morning?"

Fighting hard to retain her dignity, Heather reached deep within herself to stiffen her backbone. She blinked away the tears blurring her vision and looked at Sam. "Oh, I'm fine. The question is how are you feeling today? You seem pretty chipper, I must say."

Dimples flashed as she was witness to a full smile instead of Sam's customary cautious expression. "You know, for the first time in a long time I feel good. Thanks for teaching me about meditation and Chakras – I never would have believed it but it really seemed to help me."

Heather looked away blindly. She'd finally broken through the walls around the quietly contained Sam and instead of being able to bask in the achievement, he was going to leave her.

Sipping from her tea, she took a moment to pull herself together. After all, it wasn't Sam's decision to leave her; he was subject to the whims of his family just as Heather had been to hers all those years ago. "Your Dad called while you were in the shower. Apparently this job didn't pan out like they expected and he and Dean are on their way back here now."

Sam perked up at that bit of news but his sensitivity gained the upper hand as he quietly asked after his family. "Are they okay?"

A warm feeling of love pulsed through Heather's body. Sam was mature way beyond his years. He was capable of putting other's feelings before his own, something most adults weren't able to achieve. Sam was the best thing that had ever happened to Heather. "They're fine. They should be back this afternoon and it sounds like tomorrow you'll be heading out to your friend, Jim's place."

Sam looked down at his feet, unable to look Heather in the eye. She didn't know if Sam was happy to leave her in his dust or if he didn't want to leave. "Oh, okay. I'll head back to the apartment and start packing up after breakfast."

Heather reverted back to a dreaded childhood habit as she chewed on her bottom lip. An idea was growing and she couldn't shut it down. But Sam came first. "You really shouldn't do too much. I know you're feeling better but how about if you concentrate on your stuff and I'll work on packing some of the stuff in the kitchen and living room?"

Sam nodded his head before he drifted over to the counter and grabbed a plate. He should have spooned all of the eggs onto the plate since Heather didn't eat eggs but clearly something was weighing on Sam's mind, playing havoc with his appetite.

This was the sign Heather had been looking for. Sam needed her. No one could see to his needs like she could. She'd keep him safe, give him the stability he craved. She'd make him happy.

Rising to her feet, Heather blocked Sam's path to the table and removed the plate from his hands, setting it gently on the wood surface behind her.

Heather reached out and touched her index finger to Sam's lips to head off the question she could see forming in his eyes. "Come here, Sam. I need to hold you."

It was dirty to use her powers over Sam like this but she had to use everything at her disposal if she was going to keep Sam with her. All was fair in love and war and although Heather craved Sam's love she was pretty certain she was going to have a war on her hands when she took Sam and fled with him to make a new life. Away from his family.

John and Dean didn't cherish Sam like she did. Hell, she'd seen the scars on his body. If he stayed with them, he'd probably end up dead or worse. No, Heather would keep him safe and Sam would love her.

Heather tugged the unresisting Sam into her arms. She had a hidden bank account with enough money to set up a new life. She even had documents for an alternate identity prepared for just such an occasion.

Cradling Sam's face in her hands, Heather stared at the treasure in front of her. "There's no way I can let you go, Sam. You know that, right?"

Sam's eyes were glazed as he slumped against her chest. She caught him and held on tight.

It would be pushing it but Heather calculated things and decided she had time to put her plans in motion and feed off Sam one more time before his family returned. After all, she was going to need a way to break Sam free from his family and what better way then to plant a suggestion while they bonded.

-0-

Dean practically bounced into the apartment, eager to see his little brother. The door had been unlocked but that was probably Heather's doing. His brother knew better than to leave the premises unsecured like that. "Sammy?! We're home!"

Glancing around the apartment, Dean didn't see Sam but Heather emerged from the kitchen, drying her hands on a towel. "Hi Dean, welcome home. Sam was feeling a little rocky so I convinced him to lie down for a while in his bed. I figured he could use the rest since it sounds like you've got a busy day on tap for tomorrow."

Dean was a little surprised by the woman's genial behavior; it seemed as though she and Sam had gotten pretty tight and he'd expected a show of tears or at the very least, a disapproving look. "Yeah, it's hard uprooting even though we didn't have a chance to settle in all of the way, but we have to go where the jobs are."

John entered the apartment and began talking to Heather so he excused himself to check on Sam. Dean entered the room he'd shared with his brother for only a short while to find the younger boy curled up on his side. The Winchesters were all light sleepers, owing to the nature of their work, but Sam didn't stir.

Dean sat on the edge of Sam's bed and touched the kid's forehead with the back of his hand. It didn't feel warm. "Hey, Sam, we're home. I thought you'd be excited to see us."

The sleepy boy slowly uncurled and stretched before sitting up, his eyes blinking as though struggling to stay open. "Hi, Dean."

Not liking the pallor of Sam's complexion, Dean put a hand on each side of Sam's neck and checked for swollen glands. The area seemed a little tender, Sam flinching slightly under the touch, but not as pronounced as a couple of days ago.

The troubling part was that Sam didn't bat his hands away or protest. "I thought Heather said you were feeling better?"

Sam dipped his head and shrugged, apparently too tired or not properly awake enough to reply. Dean looked around the room and noted with approval that Sam's things were tidily packed, ready for departure.

A knock sounded on the door and Heather peered into the room. "Hi, Sam. Before you take off tomorrow morning, could you stop by my apartment? I have something I'd like to give you before you leave."

A tired smile broke across Sam's face and he nodded his assent. Heather glided out of the room, leaving the boys in peace.

Dean jostled Sam's shoulder with his elbow. "I think Heather has a thing for you, Sam. What did you two do while we were gone?"

The ribbing would have usually at least netted Dean an indignant moan of denial, at the most a swat at Dean's head, but Sam sat unfazed on the bed. Not really expecting a response, Dean had to lean forward to hear the mumbled answer. "I wish I knew."

Sam was struggling to keep his eyes open and was still visibly ill. Dean attributed his little brother's words to those dual causes. In the days to come Dean would kick himself for not listening to his inner Sam radar – something was wrong with Sam and they should have been more vigilant about protecting him.

And Sam would pay the price.

A/N: I just wanted to give you guys a heads up. I'm going out of town for Spring Break to visit my family next week. We leave on Saturday, so I'll post two more parts before we leave. It will be a week before I'm able to post more. Thanks so much to everyone reading and especially those that are reviewing!