Sam ran as fast as his legs would carry him. Branches snagged at his clothes trying to pull him back towards his assailant but he refused to let them slow him down. He could feel the whips against his face and he knew that he must have dozens of cuts upon his skin but he couldn't afford to care about that at this current moment.
All he could think about was getting away. All he could think about was getting away from Dean.
Sam pushed the overgrowth aside as he made his way into the less well kept area of the forest, one that he hadn't ventured into before. He stopped and pressed his body up against the nearest tree, pressing his back tightly against the bark wanting to make sure that none of his body could be seen from the clearing.
The vampire held in his breaths and stopped breathing for the first time in a while. It's not like he needed to breath but he just liked the feeling of an act that was so completely human. His eyes stared out where he had just come from as he waited for his stalker to arrive, inwardly praying that he wouldn't be seen from where he was trying to conceal himself.
A few minutes passed by, silence reigned supreme over the forest; there was no sound of footsteps, no twigs snapping underfoot and nothing to show any signs that the demon was near. Sam squished his body against the tree harder while he buried his foot under some nearby leaves knowing that in most horror films the idiot normally gives their position away from showing this certain appendage.
Finally after what felt like a century there was an unmistakable sound of someone pushing aside the overhanging branches and after a few moments demon Dean stepped into the clearing. His black eyes looked all around him as he tapped the machete against his leg in some unknown rhythm. That smirks never leaving his face this whole time.
Dean continued to look around him, his black eyes scrutinising the whole area and Sam knew that it would be a miracle if he wasn't spotted. The vampire's hand gripped the tree tighter, his nails digging into the bark chipping it off of the tree. He continued to hold his breath as he watched and waited.
Seemed like years had passed by when in fact it had only been minutes, Dean just continued to stand there, not moving or saying a single word. It was like he knew that Sam was around somewhere and was settling himself in for the waiting game. The whole scene was like something out of the animal kingdom, a might lion hunting a grazing antelope and yeah that whole scenario always worked out well for the prey...
Above him thunder rolled in the sky causing the vampire to jump slightly. Sam mentally cursed at himself as his covered foot stepped on a twig which cracked. The sound was like a bomb going off; it seemed that loud in the eerie silence.
Immediately Dean's attention snapped towards where Sam was concealing himself. Thunder rumbled once more, grey clouds rolled through the sky and the wind started to whistle through the trees. A storm was settling in, great just what the vampire needed.
"Oh Sammy boy, the blade the blade is calling, from tree to tree and down the mountain side, the thunders here and you will be dying, It's you, it's you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow or when the valley's hushed and white with snow. I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow. Oh Sammy boy oh Sammy boy, I love you so," Dean sang in tune to the thunder.
The vampire squeezed his eyes shut suppressing the tears that were threatening to fall. Sam remembered Dean singing that song to him before he had gone to hell. It had been after the first time they had made love and the radio happened to be and that Irish song came on. Dean had mentioned that Danny sounded a lot like Sammy so he had started to sing along with it changing it so that it was Sammy instead. Although proper Dean's version was a lot less about weapons and more about love.
Pushing down all his emotions the vampire opened his eyes and almost wished he hadn't. Standing almost nose to nose with him was the demon. His black eyes twinkling and a wicked smirk were plastered across his face. Sam shook his head in disbelief how the hell didn't he hear him move?
The vampire released his grip on the tree slightly ready to use his hands if it came to it. He watched as Dean laughed before bringing up the machete so that it rested against Sam's bare throat. The vampire gulped which just seemed to bring the demon even more joy.
"Boo!" Dean whispered his breath ghosting across Sam's cheeks. He could feel the words wrapping their way around his body causing Goosebumps to erupt across his skin and the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end. His whole body tensed up his fight or flight response kicking in instantly.
"You're not Dean," Sam snarled hoping that his fear wasn't showing through his mask. The vampire straightened up his body and stood defiantly in front of the demon. He allowed his teeth to descend showing off his true nature as a warning.
"I might not be the Dean that you know and have been with the past five months," Demon Dean smirked bringing the blade up so that it rested against the vampire's cheek instead. "But I am Dean. I'm the demon inside of him and I am free to do what I want." With those words the demon slashed his blade and sliced the vampire's cheek. A thin line of blood oozed from the wound but the vampire refused to react. "I am what was created in hell just without the annoying humanity dragging me down," Dean added moving so that his lips were close to the vampire's cheek. He swiped out his tongue and caught a droplet of blood on the end of it. With a lustful smile he brought his tongue back into his mouth, moaning as the taste of the blood overwhelmed his senses. "Got to love the vampire perks," the demon almost purred.
Sam remained still this whole time, allowing the demon to do what he wanted to, hoping that he could bide time for something, anything to happen. It was clear to the vampire that this wasn't his lover but just where had this creature come from? And where was Dean? Inwardly the vampire hoped that Dean was left unharmed but knowing his current predicament he knew that it wasn't likely. Since when was there luck ever that good?
The vampire stiffened as the demon's eyes were drawn to his lips where the blood had currently travelled down. Sam could taste his own blood in his mouth and knew that he must look a sight to behold especially with the way the demon was looking at him. "Where is my Dean?" The vampire growled opening his mouth to show off his sharp fangs.
"Oh baby I'm right here," the demon purred his eyes still staring at the vampire's lips. Dean licked his own lips and his black eyes seemed to darken in lust. "You have no idea how sexy you are covered in blood," Dean whispered bringing the blade up to create another cut on the vampire's shoulder. He watched the blood trickle down and he licked his lips once again. His growing arousal clears in his trousers for all to see. "There's something about blood... You should know all about that Sammy boy," Dean added taking a step closer, the blade hung loose in his right hand as his left reached forward and held firmly onto Sam's bicep effectively holding him in place. Once again the demon's breath caressed the vampire's face and it was taking a lot of the vampire's faith in his lover to not give into the man's advances, the man who he loved.
"You're not Dean," Sam hissed through clenched teeth, he attempted to fight the hand restraining him to no avail, the demon was abnormally stronger than him, stronger then he had known Dean to be. Many times the demon and the vampire had sparred just to see who would win between the two supernatural creatures and both times it had been a pretty much an even draw. Either Dean had been holding back on him or the demon before him was more powerful than his lover must be. He wasn't sure which one was the comforting thought. "You're not my Dean."
"True," the demon stated his hand moving from the vampire's bicep to cup his chin instead. "But I could be," with those words Dean forced the vampire to look at him and he smashed their lips together. The kiss was forceful and dominant, not the gentle and loving one that Dean usually gave. The vampire struggled against the onslaught but the grip was too tight. All he could do was stand there and not react even if his body was betraying him, after all the creature did look like his lover, if a more twisted version.
After a few more moments the demon pulled back and licked his lips at the taste of the vampire's blood. Sam stifled the urge to gag, his mouth tasted of pure sulphur, something that never happened when he was with Dean. No Dean was different it was defiantly clear now that this creature before him was a different entity entirely. "I need some mouthwash," Sam quipped hoping to get some sort of reaction from the demon, one that didn't include shoving his tongue down his throat.
Dean just laughed. "That's what I like about you Sammy, you put up a fight," the demon replied taking a step back and releasing the vampire's chin. He lifted the machete to his own head and looked at the vampire in a questioning manner. "Now the question is where do we go from here?"
The vampire frowned and braced himself for some sort of attack or defense. "How about you just tell me where the real Dean Winchester is?" Sam gritted out through his teeth his tolerance lowering with every moment that passed.
The demon shook his head. "Not an option Sammy my boy, not something I am willing to tell you."
Sam lunged forward and fisted the demon's shirt. His normal hazel eyes now glowed a bright red, his fangs were fully descended and his wound on his cheek continuing to flow blood. All in all he looked like a creature straight out of a horror film, an intimidation tactic that tended to work on most people. However the demon just laughed.
"You are just too cute," Dean said between laughter. He brought the machete up so that it rested against the vampire's neck once more. He made sure that the blade dug into the skin this time in his own warning. "Which is why I am willing to keep you."
"Keep me!" Sam yelled incredously being careful of his movements so that the blade inflicted as little damage as possible. "I'm not your pet."
"You could be," Dean taunted the blade digger deeper into the vampire's skin with every word the demon uttered. "It's better than the alternative," his eyes flashed a deeper black before turning to their usual emerald. "It's your choice."
Sam scoffed trying not to be lured into the demon's trap. He knew that Dean was trying to make himself look more human but it wasn't going to work. Sam wasn't stupid he knew that this creature was not his lover and nor would he ever be. "You're not my Dean..."
Dean moved the blade from Sam's neck and placed the edge of it to Sam's lips effectively silencing him. "Ssh baby, you know I could be yours. All you have to do is pretend it's better than the alternative..."
The vampire tightened his grip on the demon's shirt; he moved his head to the side forcing the blade away from his mouth. His anger was growing with every moment that he didn't know where his lover was, he had no idea what Dean was going through but he just knew that he had to be there by his side after all he had promised. "You listen to me you arrogant prick, you tell me where my Dean is right now or I will tear you limb from limb."
The demon laughed as he let go of the vampire and broke his grip on his shirt. The machete was still firmly in his hand but the demon didn't take any notice. He was bent over holding onto his stomach like he had just been told the most amusing joke known to mankind. There were subtle tears in his eyes as well. "Oh man," Dean straightened up and used the back of his knuckle to wipe away one of the tears. "That's the funniest thing I have ever heard, thanks for that Sammy I was needing a good laugh."
Sam growled and lunged towards the demon who merely sidesteps to avoid him. The vampire was sent flying head first into the nearest tree. Dazed Sam fell to his knees and shook his head trying to get rid of the black spots in front of his vision. "I wasn't joking," he managed to growl out.
The demon laughed once more, towering high over the vampire his eyes back to their usual black. "I know." Dean kicked his foot out and forced the vampire to roll onto his back. He lifted his foot and placed it onto Sam's chest holding him in place. The vampire struggled but he could not move the appendage off of him. "Now this is going to go one of two ways vampire. We can do it the easy way or the hard way, it's your choice."
Sam hissed his hands clasped around the demon's foot. "I think you know my answer," he spat out.
Dean nodded his head slowly; his black eyes seemed to be calculating something but what the vampire couldn't tell. "Very well, it's been fun, we could have had a lot you and I. So much power between us we could have ruled this pitiful world. You want to know a fun fact before I slice your skin from your pretty little bones?" Dean leaned down but never removed his foot as it was his only form of control over the other man. His machete still hanging from his hands not seeming to want to let that weapon go. "I am your Dean, I am what is inside him and I am what is going to become off him once you are dead..."
Sam growled as the words sunk in. He shook his head not wanting to believe the demons words continuing to repeat demons lie, demons lie, demons lie in his head. "He's not like you," he denied vehemently. "My Dean still has his humanity."
Dean's foot increased in pressure; if the vampire had been human he was sure that his rib cage would be shattered by now. "While you are here in la la land your precious Dean is out there torturing. He is out there becoming me..."
"NO!" Sam yelled using all his might to push against the foot. He managed to lift the demon's leg an inch off of his body but that was enough. Using this momentary distraction the vampire rolled to his left and released Dean's foot. Dean stumbled slightly and this gave the vampire enough time to push to his feet. "Thanks for the information, nice to know that this is all in my head," Sam bit out facing down the demon, a smirk of his own was on his face. The demon frowned at him with an unspoken question. "La la land, it's what Dean says when I get lost in my thoughts, thanks for that."
Dean's eyes narrowed as he swung the machete in his hands. "Took you long enough to realise but there is one thing you're forgetting...I'M REAL!" with those words the demon lunged forward and sliced through the air where Sam had previously been standing.
The vampire jumped out of the way, turned on his heels and began to run once more knowing that he would never be able to outrun his imagination and subconscious. Something even he knew was impossible.
"OH BABY YOU KNOW I LOVE THE CHASE. WHEN I CATCH YOU WE ARE GOING TO HAVE SO MUCH FUN, I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT I LEARNT IN HELL, HOW I CAN SKIN SOMEONE IN A MINUTE, HOW MUCH BLOOD YOU CAN SHED FROM A HUMAN BODY UNTIL THEY DIE. THERE'S A LOT I CAN SHOW YOU!"
Sam pushed down the fear at the joy he heard in that voice, the joy that was present when talking about torturing but it was more for the fact that the creature was currently living underneath Dean's skin. That this creature was a physical representation of the demon that his lover had been battling with ever since he had gotten back, that this is the creature whose power his lover had been using and it was that fact that scared the vampire witless. How long was it until Dean couldn't control it anymore, how long was it until he became this creature that was currently hunting Sam? Pushing that thought down he focused on running as a determination to get out of this place settled over him. He had to get out of here and find his Dean; he had to stop this creature from ever being let loose on the world.
This new thought spurred his legs on further through the unknown parts of the forest. He pushed aside the under bush effortlessly, he ignored the branches whipping him in the face and he resisted the pull of the trees trying to drag him to the ground. He just kept on moving, the thought of Dean forcing him forwards towards what he hoped to be the end of this dream or nightmare or whatever it was he was currently experiencing.
Behind him the demon continued to call his name and taunt him with all the things he wanted to do to the vampire and what tricks he had to show him. It was a continuous onslaught of words but the vampire chose to ignore him knowing that the creature behind him wasn't what was important at this moment in time.
The cat and mouse chase continued for a few moments longer until Sam came to a sudden stop. He had been so consumed inside of his own head that he had neglected to notice the impending tree branch sticking out from the side of a rock. Risking a look behind the vampire attempted to judge just how close the demon was and that was his fatal mistake. In his momentary distraction the tree branch had grabbed hold of the seam of his jeans. The fabric ripped as he moved with a single strand still attached to the branch. The vampire stumbled as he was pulled back; he put out his hands in front of him as he was sent crashing to the floor. Pain flared in his palms as his wrist had been snapped back with the impact of the landing. He face planted the floor, mud and leaves billowing into his open mouth.
Sam spat out the dirt and attempted to push himself to his feet but it was too late. There was a distinct sound of heavy footsteps coming from somewhere behind him signalling that the demon had now caught up to him. The vampire mentally swore to himself, had it not been an hour ago that he had been complaining to his Dean about stupid people who fall over in horror films when being chased and he had just gone and done exactly the same thing. Karma really was a bitch.
The vampire didn't have much time to think before the demon was upon him. Dean grabbed the scruff of his shirt and forced Sam's face back into the dirt. He straddled the vampire's back, his thighs making it impossible for Sam to move let alone escape.
Sam allowed his eyes to close and turned his thoughts back to Dean; if this was going to be his last thought then he was going to make it about his home, his life, his everything. There was no place like home that saying was completely true.
"Well that was fun but I have better things to be doing," Dean whispered lifting the machete above his head ready to strike at any given moment. "Any last words?"
A small bloodied tear made its way past Sam's closed eyelids. "I'm sorry Dean," he whispered bracing himself for the impending impact.
The demon laughed and lifted the machete higher. "Goodbye Sammy," he murmured.
The blade was brought down heading straight towards the vampire's neck.
The demon laughed and Sam continued to keep his eyes closed not wanting to see the moment that his life was taken from him.
The machete swung all the way down, the blade silenced through the air as an intense white light surrounded the pair...
TBC (Hey everyone, I want to apologise for the lateness of this chapter. I haven't had a very happy few days; my dog was given away against my will so I didn't really feel like writing. But here it is finally the next chapter I hope you like and that it's not too bad. As usual please let me know what you think as we come to a close soon. Thank you to all my loyal readers and reviewers it means a lot to see you lot still out there supporting me. I also have taken up my role as beta again for Deanslove for her story Pain and Loyalty, so if you haven't read that I suggest you check it out. Anyways thanks again and see you all in Part Twenty Eight)
