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Benjamin settled back in the chair again, pulling out a magazine from underneath the chair. He'd just finished carefully refastening Sam's chain to the shackle on his ankle, even though Sam was out to the world, and he'd removed the shackle from Dean's foot and refastened it around the other foot so that Nate could tend to the damage Dean had done to it.

Once Nate had finished replastering Sam's arm and treated Dean's cuts he had gone to talk to Raf. Nate wanted to know for sure about whether Raf had blended with Sam, before he started administering Sam's meds.

Dean wouldn't leave Sam's side. He washed Sam's face, and dabbed at the nose bleed, and murmured soothingly to him, just letting Sam know that he was there. Letting Sam know that he was safe again.

Dean thought about the nose bleed and what Nate had said about Raf 'flying' through the door. It didn't take a genius to work out what had happened. Raf had either tried blending again or had actually tried messing with Sam, but Sam had used those freaky new powers of his and thrown Raf around. "Way to go, Sammy," he murmured under his breath and dabbed at another trickle of blood from Sammy's nose. For once he wasn't gonna complain about Sam's freaky powers. Hell anything that got Sam out of a situation as bad as that was worth … appreciating … at least a little more than he had been.

Sammy's forehead creased in pain and his eyes fluttered open but they remained unfocussed like the room was spinning passed him.

"It's okay Sammy, I've got you, you're back upstairs and I swear I'm not letting you go again."

Sam's eyes were exhausted and filled with pain but the relief in them was huge. He reached out a hand and gripped Dean's hand. His eyes closed again and Dean thought for a second that maybe Sam had slipped back into unconsciousness. But Sam seemed to make a huge effort to open his eyes a second time. "Dean?" Sam's voice was weak and husky from screaming.

"Yeah, bro. I got you."

"Two days," rasped Sam's voice. "Cerem'y's --- two days --- then ---Raf'll turn me." Sam tried to focus on Dean through squinted eyes for a moment, making sure that he'd got the message out. Then his eyes closed and Sam was out again. He didn't let go of Dean's hand though.

Dean felt himself slump against the bed. Raf was gonna turn his baby brother into a Vampire and he only had two days to stop it. He closed his eyes. Damn.

There was air movement and Dean was on his feet in a second.

Raf stood by the king sized bed. He was all neat and tidy again. New shirt. Nice jacket. Neat hair. But he was looking Sammy over.

Dean took a step to the side blocking his view. "You are one slimy bastard, Raf." said Dean, feeling the rage burning in his gut.

Raf's eyes lifted to meet Dean's and Dean could see that there was still something there. Worry? Fear? Dean glanced over his shoulder at his sleeping brother.

"I want to know what it is? Where did he get such power?" asked Raf.

Dean lifted an eyebrow in surprise. "What, Sammy's powers? You didn't know? I thought you knew every damned thing about him seeing as you raped his mind about half a dozen times already."

Raf took an angry half step forward.

"Guess there's a perk or two to having demon blood put inside you after all," lied Dean. Oh yeah, Raf come a little bit closer, thought Dean, There was nothing he wanted more at that moment than to wipe the floor with Raf's too perfect face. "You must have pissed him off big time to make him use his powers against you, you bastard."

Raf shifted nervously appearing to think about what Dean had said, and Dean eyed the Vamp over. Raf wasn't his usual self. Maybe he'd taken damage going through the door. Dean frowned a little dismissing the idea. Raf was ...unsettled, on edge. Maybe enough for Dean to influence him. "Makes you think doesn't it," drawled Dean. "Sam's strong. He's stronger, smarter and more stubborn than anyone I've ever met. And with his powers; I wonder if he's gonna take over as leader of your little nest of Vamps after you turn him?"

Raf's face twitched minutely, but just enough so that Dean could see that the thought had crossed his mind too.

Dean looked Raf up and down disdainfully and then shook his head. "You know, I'm putting my money on Sam. What the hell will you do then, huh, Raf? I mean, I don't think you'd like having to play second fiddle after all those centuries of being head honcho. And to tell you the truth, I think Sammy's gonna make you pay big time for what you did to him."

Raf's lip curled and he glared at Dean. "Turning Samuel is an option, Dean. One I can choose to take or not as it suits me. But who's to say that Samuel will survive the Ceremony at all, hmm?" Raf smiled coldly.

"I don't think you can afford to kill him, Raf," said Dean casually even though his stomach wanted to climb up his throat. "After all, your ceremony might be missing something, you know how those ancient scrolls can be. What if you need someone with demon blood again? They're kind of rare you know. Hard to find."

Raf smiled coldly and stepped to the side so that he could see Sam. "My information is completely accurate. The ceremony only needs to be performed the once, Dean. If it doesn't work the first time then it never will. So, young Samuel isn't going to be anymore useful after the ceremony than you are." Raf titled his head a little, and he looked right into Dean's eyes. "That's if I decide not to turn him, of course. Your brother is quite ... irresistible, Dean. He's delectable, beautiful, intelligent. I love touching him, feeling his naked skin against mine, kissing his body, feeling ..."

"Shut your filthy mouth, you bastard!" choked Dean, taking a few steps forward before the chain pulled taut.

Raf smiled icily and then he was gone.

Dean slid back and sat on the floor by his brother. He picked up Sam's hand again and held it tightly in his own, and worried about what Raf had done to Sam down in his bedroom.

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