Supernatural – Heart of Gold

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. I do own Haley, and Alvira and her family.

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BridgetLynn: I know what you mean, that bit was so hard to write. I actually was on the verge of skipping it entirely, or at least changing it to make it less snappy, but I wanted some drama, plus I needed something to happen to pave the way for something in a later chapter.

Ghostwriter: Thanks, glad you liked.

Chapter 24 – The Vampire's Kiss

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Dean had slept peacefully considering the circumstances. Which made waking up all the more stressful for him as the ropes around his torso and wrists bit into him anew. He held back a gasp of pain, and quickly did a mental sweep of his body to make sure nothing had fallen off yet. He was relieved to discover someone had pulled his boxers back up. He'd felt a little too exposed when Alvira had left him completely naked.

He hated this. It took a lot for him to hate something, and this was one of those things. He hated being vulnerable, not knowing what was happening, not being able to help himself. He was completely at the mercy of a deranged vampire, and he was completely on his own. He tried not to feel betrayed, tried to think that Sam was on his way, would get there before Alvira came again. But there was just not enough left in him to hope. Where had hope gotten him so far?

Absolutely nowhere, that's where. If he was going to get out of this, he'd have to rely on himself to do it, that's what his Dad would say.

Except he knew he wasn't getting out of this on his own. For all her mental instability, Alvira was a master at tying knots. Unless someone untied him or he miraculously found something to cut through the ropes around his wrists with, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"Come on, Sammy…" he whispered, his voice hoarse from all the screaming he'd been doing over the last twenty-four hours or so. "Don't let me down." He closed his eyes, feeling weak, probably from severe blood loss. He was actually surprised he was conscious, with Alvira almost sucking him dry.

He tried to take his mind off of that, tried to think of things that made him happy. But it seemed like every time he came close to it, thoughts of Sam and his Dad and his Mum, and even of Haley, it seemed like the darkness around him intervened, and he was brought back to memories of the last few hours, of Alvira as she caressed his body, of her leaning down and kissing him, and her fangs digging into his neck.

His back stiffened against the stone slab when he heard the sound of a door open somewhere outside his line of sight.

"Is he ready for more?" Alvira cooed. "Alvira's come out to play." She stepped slowly toward him; Dean thought he heard something brushing along the ground. He saw that that something was a long white dress that was brushing along the stone floor behind Alvira. "Play with her Dean," she whispered, leaning down and lying on top of him, their faces inches apart. "Play with her," she repeated, leaning forward and kissing him lightly on the lips, resting a hand beneath his head. He thought maybe she was taking pity on him, then her fingers tightened around several locks of his dirty blond hair, holding his head completely still as the kiss became deeper, rougher, more passionate. He winced but didn't say anything; as long as she was happy to lay there making out with him, she wasn't going to decide it was time for dessert.

Please hurry up, Sammy, he thought, eyes closing as Alvira continued to kiss him.

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"Now, what the hell happened in there?" Haley asked as Sam drove the Impala out of the hospital parking lot, still dressed in his hospital gown.

"I- I don't know… I- I was angry, I was desperate, and I… I saw Dean being… killed, by a vampire… in my vision, and I… I just wanted to help him." Sam said. "It was like, I don't know, like it just came out of me, like a punch. You know, like a freak adrenaline thing," he tried to explain. "I wanted so badly to get out of there, for them to leave me alone so I could help Dean… and then they just… moved." He stared at the road in front of him, driving as fast as was legally possible.

"What else did you see… in your vision I mean?" Haley questioned.

"I-I don't know. Lot's of images. Lots of jumbled up images, but Dean was in all of them, and they were all in the same place," he said. "I think… I think she was hurting him," he said.

"Who?" Haley asked. Sam glanced at her for a split second, then turned back to the road.

"The vampire that was with him," he said. "She told him not to worry. That it would be over soon." He shook his head. "Somehow, I don't think she meant she was going to let him go."

"Do you have any idea where it was happening?" Haley asked. Sam shook his head.

"No. Dammit, what good is seeing him if I can't help him!" he snapped.

"Sam, calm down," Haley said. "Dean will kill you if you lose it and crash his car."

"Presuming we find him before the vampire kills him," Sam said. He sighed. "I'm sorry, I just get a little… upset, when someone tries to kill my brother."

"No problem," Haley said. "I understand."

"Do you?" Sam asked.

Haley nodded. "More than you know."

"Will I ever know?" Sam asked, suddenly realizing he didn't know where he was driving them.

"Maybe," Haley said with a small smile. Sam grinned, glancing at Haley again.

Sam glanced at his watch. "Half-past four in the morning?" he said disbelievingly. "It was eight o'clock in the morning last time I checked."

"Yeah… well…" Haley seemed to be looking for the right words to say. "When you had the vision, it… it must've been really intense because, well, your nose was bleeding, and your eyes, they were wide as saucers, and you kept muttering under your breath. And then you just stopped. The doctor thought maybe you'd gone into a coma or something. That was yesterday," she said.

Sam blinked. "I'm sorry… are you saying that Dean's been with those vampires for nearly a day?" he asked, turning to look at her. She nodded, a somewhat guilty look on her face. "Just when were you planning on telling me this?"

"Well, we were in such a hurry to get out of the hospital, I just didn't… I don't know, I forgot."

"You forgot?" Sam asked sceptically. "You forgot to mention that I passed out, and that my brother had been the vampire's prisoner for over twelve hours?"

"I'm sorry, okay, I wasn't thinking too good," Haley said. "I was still reeling from all those intense emotions you were throwing about along with the doctors and nurses," she said. Sam took a deep breath. Okay, he could accept that. She was empathic, he had to make allowances for when he got overly emotional.

"Is there anything else you need to mention?" he asked, keeping his voice steady. Haley shook her head. "Okay, good. Now, I was thinking since we- Argh!" He gave a small gasp of pain, one hand letting go of the steering wheel and going up to massage his forehead.

"Sam, you okay?" Haley asked. Sam nodded, his eyes narrowed down to slits. Somehow, he managed to guide the car to the side of the road. Then with another gasp of pain, he let go of the wheel completely, both hands holding his temples as a blinding light filled his vision.

He pushed the mausoleum door open, shining the torch inside… The bottom of the casket slowly slid back into the floor, just like he knew it would… He glanced down the dark stairs beneath the casket, and then jumped down, throwing caution to the wind as a scream reached his ears.

Sam slammed his head against the back of his seat, eyes wide with surprise and pain. Slowly, the pain receded, and his vision returned. He looked around. He was still in the car, with the early morning darkness still outside.

"Is it still today?" he asked. Haley smiled, nodding.

"Still today," she confirmed. He breathed a sigh of relief. "What did you see?" she asked. Sam blinked, thinking. And then he remembered.

"The mausoleum at the cemetery," he said. "I think there's a passage there that'll take us to Dean," he said. He put the car in gear, turned the ignition, and roared back onto the road, not waiting to see if anyone was coming. Haley was thrown back into her seat, not expecting the sudden increase in speed.

"Warn me next time!" she shouted at him. Sam ignored her. He knew where his brother was. And he knew what would happen if he didn't get there in time to save him.

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Dean breathed a small sigh of relief when she finally pulled away from him, releasing him from her. She smiled down at him, a horrifying attraction evident on her face as she looked down at him. "So beautiful… so handsome." Dean let the tears flow silently down his cheeks. He was literally cold to the bone, his whole body felt like it had been hit by an eighteen-wheeler, and he'd just endured another session of being raped by Alvira.

The vampire laid a finger on his cheek, catching a couple of tears on it. She brought her finger to her mouth, and licked the tip of it, as if tasting the tears. "Mm, so sweet." She smiled. "She wants to enjoy her meal," she said absently, looking in a direction Dean couldn't in his position. Then faster than Dean could see, her hand slashed down, and he gave a short scream as claw-sharp fingernails cut across the two small holes in his neck, leaving four thin bloody trails over the top of them.

"So much noise, they all scream… none of them understand." Alvira got up off of Dean, seeming to glide like a ghost in her floor length dress. Dean struggled to follow her with his eyes, but she walked right around behind him, and he lost sight of her. "He wouldn't be quiet. None of them were. She had to make them be quiet so she could enjoy."

"What-?" Dean began, and his voice was cut off as a piece of cloth was shoved roughly into his mouth. That got him shouting at her, or trying to shout at her. She walked back around, smiling down at the panicked look in his eyes. She knelt in front of him, and leaned forward.

"Don't worry, Dean," Alvira whispered seductively in his ear. "It'll be over soon. She's finished with you now." Dean's eyes widened when he suddenly realized what she meant. Before he could so much as think, he felt blinding pain like nothing he'd felt before, like none of the other feeding sessions he'd had with Alvira. She was going in all the way.

He tried to scream, but the gag had had Alvira's desired affect, keeping him more or less quiet as she let the blood flow freely from the wound into her mouth.

Finally she pulled away. Dean lay limply, barely breathing, barely able to think. But he saw her. He couldn't not see her. She was kneeling down right in front of his face.

"It's time for the end, Dean," she said. "Time for you to feel her." He watched as she bared her fang, her upper jaw coming forward slightly, and then her canines slashing two thin splits into her lower lip. And for a split second, she seemed almost sane. "Be mine forever, Dean." Over the course of barely a second she'd pulled out the gag and then leaned forward and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Dean's eyes widened when he realized she'd never intended to kill him. At least, not in the way he'd thought. And there was nothing he could do to stop her as the vampire kissed him and let her blood slowly dribble from her split lip into his mouth.

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Sam flicked the torch on, and then glanced back at Haley. "Ready?" he asked. She nodded, raising her stake. They had no idea how large the passageway was, so they decided it wouldn't be safe to take guns down. "Okay, let's do this." He pushed the mausoleum door open, shining the torch inside, looking around.

"Anything?" Haley whispered.

"An abnormally large casket in the center, and lots more along the walls," Sam said, creeping into the mausoleum. "I think we're at the right place." He walked over to the casket, and after a lot of straining and some help from Haley, they managed to lift the lid off, dropping it with a louder-than-necessary thud onto the concrete floor.

"Now what do we do?" Haley asked, staring down into the empty casket. "What was in your vision?"

"I don't know, it just sort of moved on its own," Sam said.

"On its own? Are you sure nothing was done to make it move?" Haley asked. Sam shrugged.

"Maybe," he said, looking around. "Maybe it's like one of those secret passageways you see on TV sometimes." He looked around, trying to find anything that might cause the sudden movement of the bottom of the casket.

"Found something," Haley said. Sam walked over, shining the torch on the loose brick Haley had found in the wall. "Should I…?" Haley trailed off. Sam nodded before turning back to the casket, walking to it.

He heard Haley push the brick back into place in the wall. He glanced over. The bottom of the casket slowly slid back into the floor, just like he knew it would. He smiled, grateful for his visions, and turned and nodded to Haley. The two of them walked over to the casket, standing on either side of it. It had finished moving, and Sam looked up at Haley before looking back down. He glanced down the dark stairs beneath the casket, and then jumped down, throwing caution to the wind as a scream reached his ears.

"Dean!" he shouted, half running, half stumbling down the stairs, torch in one hand and stake held tightly in the other. The first vampire he came across was a pile of ashes before it really knew what had happened. The second one fell victim to Haley's swift feet and then joined its 'brother' as a pile of ash. "Dean!" Sam shouted again as he ran. They came to a fork in the passage. Sam ran down the left, Haley took the right without stopping to think of the dangers of splitting up. All that mattered to them right then was finding Dean before Sam's vision came true.

Sam saw someone up ahead, saw the elongated canines, and thrust the stake forward, turning another vampire into a pile of ashes. Or he thought it did, he didn't stop to make sure. He just kept running.

The light from the torch fell on a door. He stopped right in front of it, realizing at the last second it was stone and that he wouldn't be able to break it down. So he held the torch between his knees while he fumbled around along the door for a handle of some sort to open it with. He gave a cry of frustration when he found none. He pushed against it with his shoulder, but it didn't do much. He took a step back, glaring at the door.

"Move!" he shouted at it. "Come on, move! You've done it before!" He was shouting at himself. "Move, dammit, move! What good are you if you can't do this to save your own brother!" He didn't feel a thing. Nothing moved. He was completely on his own. He gave another cry of frustration and began kicking at the door. "Come on, come on!" His eyes stung with tears because he was angry and frustrated with himself. He kept kicking at the door.

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Dean wasn't sure how much he'd swallowed, but he was doing his best not to. It was a slow process, there wasn't much blood coming into his mouth, for which he was thankful, but he didn't know how much had to go down before… it happened. He couldn't imagine that, couldn't bear to think about it. If it happened, well, he just had to hope Sam would be strong enough to do what needed to be done.

But he isn't, Dean thought. Just like I wouldn't be if the roles were reversed. He couldn't bring himself to kill his own brother no matter what he'd been turned into. And so help him, he'd defend his brother from a thousand vampire hunters if he had to, even if Sam did bite him in the neck afterwards.

Except Sam wasn't the one getting the vampire's kiss. He was.

Alvira suddenly pulled away as the door groaned open. Dean slumped back, eyes drooping closed. It was time to sleep. He felt so tired.

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Sam was relieved he'd stopped his mad attempt at beating the door down long enough to see the loose brick in the floor, or he might've kept beating at the door until he collapsed from exhaustion. Luckily, he'd pulled back for a minute, and tripped over the brick. After that it didn't take much thinking to figure out what it meant, and he'd pushed the brick back into the floor, opening the door.

There was a woman waiting for him inside, standing right in front of the door. She stared at him, and for a fleeting moment he was reminded of the haunting gaze of Constance Welsh, the woman in white.

"He belongs to Alvira," she said. "But she can take another." She bared her fangs, running at Sam with unnatural speed. But that unnatural speed had one downside. She had no time to stop as Sam brought the stake up, and ran right onto it.

It plunged into her chest and punctured her heart. She stared at him, wide eyed, not quite realizing what had just happened. And then, with one last scream, she vanished in a shower of ashes. Almost anticlimactic in a way.

Sam stood there, completely stunned, for a moment or two. Then his eyes fell on his brother.

"Dean!" he cried, running to his brother. He took in the rope burns, and pale skin, the slash marks and the fang holes all in about two seconds and for another second was indecisive on where to start. Then he reached beneath the diagonal slab of stone and quickly set to work untying his brother's hands. He had to give the vampire one thing: she was an expert at tying knots. But he quickly found the solution, and released his brother's hands, then untied his legs and torso as well, gently moving him to lay flat on the floor.

The next thing he did was take off his jacket and laid it over his brother, who he'd realized was absolutely freezing. And no surprise, considering he'd been underground for over a day, all-but naked, and unable to move around to warm up.

That was when he thought to check for a pulse. It took a few seconds, but he did get one. But it was far too weak to mean very much.

He looked worriedly down at his brother. The fact that the wound in his neck was wide open and no blood was coming out was more then enough to make him panic, but the fact that his lips were turning blue, and that he was barely breathing almost drove Sam over the edge.

Luckily, Haley chose that exact moment to find her way back to Sam.

"Dean," she gasped, running to Sam's side. Sam was just staring down at his brother. Haley glanced at Sam, and then back down at Dean, checking his pulse. "Dammit, he's not going to last long enough for an ambulance." She noticed the trickles of blood near his lips. "Oh, shit!" she said, rolling him onto his side, and wincing. "Oh, god, Dean, I'm so sorry I have to do this," she said. Sam seemed to come out of his stupor.

"Do what?" he asked. Haley gave him a somewhat nervous glance.

"The vampire… she made him drink her blood," she said. "I don't know how much he got, but we can't take the chance it was enough." She glanced down at Dean's unmoving form. "I have to get him to cough up the blood." Sam gasped, blinking rapidly.

"That's… oh, okay, do it," he said, grimacing at the thought of what Haley was about to do to Dean. Haley didn't seem too thrilled about it herself.

"I just hope he's strong enough to do it," she said. Sam glanced at her.

"And if he isn't?" he asked.

"Well… then I'm about to speed up the vampirification process," she said. Sam's eyes widened, and he seemed a lot less reluctant to let her do what she planned. Then he nodded.

"You'd better… uh, hurry up," he said. Haley nodded, wincing slightly as she pried Dean's mouth open, and delicately reached in, the tip of her finger brushing against the back of his throat fleetingly. He started coughing.

"Oh, don't make me do it again," she said. Alas, he coughed but nothing came up. "Oh, what sick mind goes to bed at night and dreams up this horror I live with?" she grumbled, reaching in a second time, forgetting to be more than delicate. She yelped and pulled her hand back quickly as he choked and coughed and his teeth snapped down on her fingers. A moment later he was retching and his body started to convulse.

"Get him on his hands and knees," Haley ordered, taking Dean under one arm, and waiting for Sam to take the other. They lifted him so that he was kneeling, leaning him forward a bit so that when he started vomiting, it was the floor that got soaked in it and not Dean.

Finally it ended. Haley helped Sam lift Dean to his feet, though Dean was by far in no condition to walk, or even stand, on his own. So Sam sort of carried him. Haley was both pleased and grossed out when she saw trails of blood through the disgusting contents of Dean's stomach.

"We won't make it," Sam said. Haley looked up. Sam was sitting, his brother lying limply in his arms. "He's slipping away, Haley. We'd never even make it to the car to call the ambulance. He'll be dead before we can make it out of the mausoleum."

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A/N: Yeah, I know, I'm evil. What a place to end it, huh? Not even saying if they even have a chance to save him. How many of you think I'm going to kill him? How many of you think I'm not capable of doing it? How many of you think I won't do it because I don't want all his fans to come beat down my door?