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"Dean, where the fuck are you? Just.. call me when you wake up, all right?" Sam sighed into the phone.

He should have known Dean would take the first chance he got to get himself into a girl's pants. Of course he would, he was hurt and was going to pretend like he didn't care. As always. Jesus Christ. Sam dialled Dean's number again angrily as an afterthought.

"Dean, I am sick of you and your emotional constipation! If you're still screwing around with some chick, I swear to God I will hunt you down myself," he snapped.

Then he dialled Castiel's number.

"Cas, you need to get down here right now, wherever you are. You and me need to have a serious talk."

He sat back on his chair then, tossing his phone across the room. He was so fucking tired of playing a baby sitter.

By noon, Sam was starting to get worried. Dean's phone was still ringing out every time he called, and it wasn't like him to stay at someone's house till that late. He was usually the fuck 'em and leave 'em type of guy.

He decided to go to the bar to see if they'd have any idea where he'd gone.

Sam walked inside, approaching the attractive girl cleaning out the glasses. He cleared his throat.

"Excuse me."

The girl glanced up, smiling at him. She had dimples, and striking blue eyes. Sam thought that he'd might have to hit that when he'd found Dean.

"Can I help you, hun?"

"Yeah, actually. Uh, I'm looking for someone. I don't know if you remember, but I was here a few days ago with my brother."

The girl narrowed her eyes, thinking. "Yeah, I remember. He was a bit shorter than you, right?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah. He came here yesterday, do you know if he left with anyone? Or where he went, or whatever?"

The girl raised her eyebrows. "I haven't seen him yesterday, sweetheart. I was here all night, so I would've noticed. Sorry."

Sam's shoulders sagged. "Right. Thanks."

"No problem, honey. I'll make sure to ask around," she replied, her brow furrowing with worry.

He gave her an appreciative smile. "Thanks a lot."

With that, he left, anxiety gnawing in his stomach.

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He didn't know if it had been hours, or days, or weeks since he was dumped here. He couldn't feel his arms from where they were still hanging above him, his head felt like it was stuffed with cotton and he was so weak he could barely twitch a finger. His entire body throbbed and hurt.

The vampires came in every now and then to feed on Dean. He had lost count. He was sure his entire body was completely covered with bite-marks by now.

He didn't let himself lose hope, though. He wasn't counting on Cas, but he knew Sammy would come and find him. He just knew it. He had to.

Dean blinked when the door opened, his heart sinking. It hadn't even been that long since their last feed. But to his surprise, someone got thrown in. His first thought had him clenching his fists. No. Sam.

But to Dean's sick relief, he noticed the grunts coming from the person were distinctly female. The door slammed shut again. The girl groaned and cursed. Dean couldn't see her, but he could hear she was pretty close to him.

"Son of a fucking bitch!"

He immediately took a liking to her.

"Hey," he croaked, making the girl gasp.

"Wha.. who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Dean took a deep breath, collecting himself. "I'm Dean."

"Emma," the girl said after a pause. Emma hesitated again. "You're.. you're not one of them, are you?"

"No, I'm not." He stopped, breathing slowly. Even this was exhausting him.

"Hey, are you okay?"

He heard her crawl over to him. He heard more rustling, then he hissed as a light was shining into his face.

"Shit! Sorry!" Emma gasped, quickly diverting the light.

Dean squinted at it. "Is that a phone?"

"Yeah." She paused, checking something, then sighed. "Woah, shocker. No signal."

As she looked at her phone, the light illuminating her features, Dean studied her. God, she was young. She couldn't be older than.. 18, tops. Her eye was swollen and purple, there was blood crusting under her nose and on her lips and chin. There was a deep gash in her cheek. Brown eyes and blonde hair. In a tiny way, she reminded him of Jo.

Emma suddenly turned the phone towards him, shining the light on his body.

"Jesus," she muttered, her eyes trailing all over his body. "Are.. are you okay?"

Dean didn't want to see it.

"I'm fine. Emma, how did you end up here?"

She shook her head. "Let's see if we can get you out of these fucking chains first.." she said quietly, shining her phone on his wrists.

"Emma, it's got a lock. They've got the key. There's no way these things are coming off, believe me," Dean breathed, his voice failing him.

When he had still been stronger, he'd tried banging them onto the wall, scraping the metal along the bricks in an attempt to weaken it, even just desperately tried to pull as hard as he could, but nothing helped. There wasn't anything he could use to pick the lock with, either, and he had just given up at one point. It wasn't like it would change anything.

To his faint surprise, Emma smirked, and reached back. She pulled a bobby pin from her hair and he let out a small laugh.

"Can you do anything with this?" she asked, brushing some hair out of her eyes.

"Fuck, yes," Dean muttered.

Emma leaned forward and carefully, warily, pressed the pin into Dean's trembling fingers. It took a few long minutes but he finally heard the faint 'click' and his arms slid down to hang limply by his sides.

Emma stared. "How often have you done that, exactly?"

Dean just shook his head, trying to move his arms, and failing. He noticed Emma's worried stare. "Don't worry about it. I've been chained up for a while."

She put the pin back in her hair.

"Thanks," he whispered.

"No problem," she replied, picking up her phone and shining it around the room.

Dean shut his eyes.

"Fuck, there's no way we're getting out of here.. not even a fucking window."

He heard some banging, and cracked open an eye to see her kick at the door.

"Shit!" she shouted, throwing a punch at the door when it wouldn't budge.

She then slumped down, bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs, hiding her face.

"Emma."

"What."

"Come here."

She shook her head.

"Look, if I could, I'd come over to you, but I can't really move. So do me a favour, sweetheart, and just come and sit here."

After a few moments, she got up and walked over to him. She sat down next to him.

"How old are you?"

Emma sniffed. "Seventeen."

Dean cringed. "How the hell did you end up here?"

"I.. I was just walking my dog at night, and I was about to go home, but I rounded a corner and.." she paused.

"And what?"

"And I just.. I saw this guy.. attacking someone's neck. Like, seriously attacking it. There was blood everywhere and I didn't know what I was seeing so I screamed before I could stop myself, and then the guy looked up and came over to me and the next thing I know I'm being thrown in here," she finished with a huge breath.

Her fingers went to her forehead. "He must have hit me on the head. I can feel a huge bump here."

"Does your head still hurt?"

Emma nodded.

"You're gonna want to get that checked out when we get out of here, Emma," Dean said tiredly, sitting up properly against the wall.

He felt just the tiniest bit better now that his arms were capable of movement again. He flexed them slightly.

She rolled her eyes at him.

"Whatever."

"Hey, don't give me that angsty teenage crap. I'm getting you out of here, you hear me? I promise," he said as firmly as he could manage.

Emma shrugged, but the corners of her mouth tilted upwards slightly. It was silent for a while.

"Dean?"

"Yeah."

"What.. what was that guy doing to the other guy's neck?"

Dean sighed, his head falling back against the wall as he closed his eyes.

"Listen, Emma, I'm really sorry to tell you this. That was a vampire. The creatures that put you in here are vampires. He was feeding on the other guy."

It was silent for a very long time.

"I am so fucked," Emma then whispered, her voice cracking.

"Emma, you listen to me. I've got a brother out there looking for me. He knows what he's doing, and he always gets me out of the most fucked up situations. He's gonna find us, okay? And maybe he'll have some angel help too.. though I doubt it," he finished mumbling, the last sentence directed to himself more than Emma.

She nodded, closing her eyes and leaning her chin on her knees. Her eyes then flew open, frowning as she turned to Dean. "Wait, did you just say angel?"

Any answer Dean was about to give was cut short when the door slammed open. Dean's hand immediately went to grab his gun, before discovering that it wasn't there. Of course not. He wasn't strong enough to put on a proper fight, either.

Still, he managed to move himself in front of Emma, shielding her as much as he could.

"Hello lovelies. How are we feeling?" Alisha's soft, syrupy voice made him shiver.

He could feel Emma tremble against him, but she didn't make a sound, glaring defiantly at the silhouette in the doorway. He felt his chest swell with pride. That's my girl.

Alisha walked over to them, crouching down so they were on eye-level. She completely ignored Dean, staring instead at Emma with her gorgeous, chilling blue eyes.

"What's your name, sweetie?" she asked gently.

Emma sneered at her, not saying a word.

"Let her go, Alisha. Just let her go. She doesn't know what the fuck is going on. She's only seventeen," Dean croaked, not caring how desperate he sounded.

"Shut up, Dean," Alisha said calmly. She turned back to Emma, suddenly reaching out to stroke her face. "Such a pretty little thing you are.." she then murmured.

Dean felt Emma flinch away, smacking Alisha's hand away from her face. Instead of Alisha getting angry, it had quite the opposite reaction. She smiled kindly.

"It's such a pity Alex was being so sloppy. He's recently turned, you see. He couldn't control himself from feeding out in public. If it weren't for him, you'd still be living your life right now," she said quietly.

Emma didn't reply, but Dean could feel her shrink back against the wall.

"Alisha. Please," he tried again. "Just let the poor girl go. She doesn't deserve this."

Alisha turned towards him. "You're right. She doesn't," she said slowly.

Emma seemed to let out a big breath. Dean could feel relief seeping through his bones.

"That's why this is going to be so much more fun."

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The screams still echoed in his head, even though it had been hours. Dean felt numb, hollow. He'd never forget Emma screaming for him, sobbing for him to help her. Alisha had forced Dean to watch while the other vamps tore the poor girl apart. He had been forced to watch them suck her completely dry until she wasn't more than a drained husk. He had been forced to listen to her every plea, her every desperate sob and choke and gurgle until his throat was raw from yelling for them to stop and his ears felt like they were bleeding. By that point Emma had fallen silent.

Seventeen. She was seventeen.

She'd had a whole life ahead of her. She was supposed to grow up, find happiness, and live the life she'd always wanted. Instead of that, she had died a slow and excruciating death, with no one to hold her or save her.

Emma had counted on Dean to get her out. He'd promised. He'd failed, yet again, and Emma had had to suffer for it. Why couldn't it have been him?

It had seemed to greatly amuse Alisha when he begged for her to let him take Emma's place.

"Don't be silly, hun. You're going to feed us for the next few days, weeks maybe. The girl's just.. a light snack."

Afterwards, they'd apparently decided they hadn't had enough yet, and they went to feed on him again. Dean had tried to feebly fight them off at first, but Alisha just giggled and held his wrists with one hand. He couldn't muster up the will to try any harder.

After everything had done, he had spent a long time vomiting. All that came out was bile, since he hadn't eaten in who knew how long. They hadn't even bothered chaining him up again. He didn't blame them.

All Dean could do was lie there, next to a puddle of his own vomit, and tremble and shudder and bleed, Emma's screams still fresh in his mind.

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