Hello again, you precious people! After the latest chapter 'Frankannestein' asked "Where are our boys? TT_TT". In this chapter, you have the answer to that question.

His hands were tied.

That was the first thing Sam realized when waking up.

His hands were tied - or rather, he was tied into something, something cold and hard that was against his back, and his arms were pulled back so that his shoulders were burning with pain-

The realization came with a jolt.

He was sitting on a cold, hard stone floor and was tied into a pillar. He groaned, managed to open his eyes even if the pain in his head was almost blinding. There was something cold and sticky on his temple, on his cheek and he tasted blood.

"Sam? Sammy?!" a voice called out, and Sam blinked a couple of times, trying hard not to pass out again.

"Dean?" he groaned, fighting nausea.

"Sammy, you alright?"

"Define alright," Sam muttered and took a look at their surroundings.

Church. It was definitely a church, even if it looked like it was out of use - there was a heavy layer of dust covering every surface and the windows were boarded up. On his right side there was the altar, with an altarpiece that pictured a very tortured Christ on the cross, on his left the rows of benches, and in front of him was Dean, tied into another stone pillar on the other side of the aisle. He was wearing the clothes of the last night's party - his neatest pair of dark blue denim, a collared shirt over a T-shirt, which made a sharp contrast with his bloody face and his legs that were tied together at ankles - just as were his, Sam realized. And not tied, but chained with rather heavy-looking iron chains.

With a somber heart, Sam realized that it would take a Houdini to escape those chains, and no matter how skillful he and his brother were, there were slim chances of them getting away without help.

"Where are we?" Dean asked with a raspy tone. "You know this place?"

Sam ran a tongue over a split lip and winced.

"Looks like a church," he said. "But not one I'd recognize."

"I can see it's a church. Goddammit!" Dean growled, frustrated, and made a furious kick, the chains clattered on the marble floor and the sound was too loud in the vast, echoing space.

"What happened?" Sam asked. "How did we get here-?"

"I don't know…" Dean muttered. "I mean, I don't know how you got here. I got here because some bitch drugged me."

Sam arched his brows. "How did that happen? I left you with Joe."

"Well, she wasn't warming up to me," Dean noted and leaned his head on the pillar. "What about you?"

Sam shook his head, trying to make sense of his blurry memories. "I went to the bathroom. I think… I think someone hit me in the head."

"Huh."

"Dean," Sam said, at the same time trying to release his hands from the cuffs, but realizing it was in vain. The cuffs were so tight that probably even dislocating his thumb wouldn't be enough to let his hands slip free. He was tempted to try, though.

"Yeah?"

"We need to get out of here. Like, we really need to get out of here as soon as possible."

"Well, don't say." Dean's voice oozed with sarcasm. "Any bright ideas?"

"Not at the moment, no," he replied. "But I think I know who's keeping us here."

"Yeah? So, who?"

"A vampire."

"A vampire?" Dean's rough voice was skeptical. "In a church?"

"His name is Raphael. And he's not like any vampire we've heard of, according to Jackie-"

He shut up mid-sentence, and his head jerked to the left. Someone was walking in the shadows, the sound of steps clear and loud in the empty space.

"You are smart." a voice said - a voice as smooth and soft as the shadows that surrounded it. "She always had a thing for the brainy ones."

"Raphael?" Sam managed through his clenched teeth.

"Sam Winchester." the amused voice replied. "And his brother Dean. It is a pleasure."

"I wish I could say the same."

"No, you don't. You wish you could rip my head off my shoulders." Raphael replied, and stepped out of the shadows. Sam couldn't hide his surprise - instead of the monstrous being he had envisioned in his mind, a creature that resembled the Dracula of the old Hollywood movies, the person who emerged from the shadows looked like a kid, not a day older than Sam - but he was easily the most beautiful boy Sam had ever seen. He was tall and lean, his limbs long and graceful. He was wearing a pair of slim-fit dark trousers and a simple, white long-sleeved T-shirt, his dark hair was tied on a ponytail and the shadows played on his impossibly sharp cheekbones, on his full lips.

"Well, you did kidnap me in the middle of my graduation," Sam responded. "Can't blame me for being pissed."

"Don't take it so personally. This is only business."

"Business?" Sam asked, watching as the boy walked down the aisle, and gracefully sat on the altar. Absentmindedly he picked a crucifix that stood on the table and threw it over his shoulder like a piece of garbage.

"Because Jacquelin has something I want."

"The diamond."

"Smart boy. You are delightful, I might want to keep you." the boy grinned, and his teeth were white and sharp, the tongue that he ran over them was dark red.

"You piece of-" Dean growled, but Sam gave him a look that made him shut up.

"She doesn't have it," Sam stated, meeting again Raphael's obsidian eyes. "I swear, she doesn't. She dropped it into a crater of Etna, I saw it myself."

That made the smile disappear from Raphael's lips. He stood up and walked closer to Sam, crouched down by his side. His fingers were cold, as he ran them down his cheek, taking a deep, good look at his face. Sam turned his glance away and fought the shiver of fear and disgust.

"Do you know how long she stayed with me?" he asked silently, the words falling off his lips slowly and deliberately. "For 15 years. And how long have you been fucking her? A month?"

"Shut up-" Sam started, but without a warning, Raphael slapped him across his face with force, so that his split lip opened and blood poured into his mouth and down his chin. The taste of copper overflowed his senses.

"Silence, boy." Raphael sneered, and wiped the blood from Sam's chin into his long, pale fingers and then sucked it off them with greedy lips and tongue making Sam's stomach turn. He saw a glimpse of Raphael's fangs before he licked his lips clean and took control of himself again.

"Your blood comes with a bite," he said with a smirk and stood up. "I like it."

"Well, you're not getting any more-"

Raphael let out a loud laugh. "Tied into a pillar and bleeding all over yourself, and still so defiant? You are a firebrand, boy. Eternal life would suit you well. Maybe I will drink of you, and you will drink of me, and as you die in my arms, your groans on my lips and my blood on yours, you shall be granted with the gift of immortality. Perhaps I shall give it to you, as a peace offering for Jackie. You could be with her forever, then. Maybe that is worth one diamond?"

Sam stared at the vampire boy, open-mouthed.

"You are out of your mind." he finally replied, deciding to skip all he had said about blood and groans and dying. "She doesn't have the fucking diamond!"

"Fool," Raphael said coldly. "You believe everything you see? I know her. Jacqueline is such a greedy little bitch. There is no way she would've destroyed a priceless treasure like that."

"But-"

And then Sam stopped mid-sentence.

What had he seen exactly, that day on the mountain? He had seen Jackie in the air, throwing something into the crater, but the truth was that he had no idea what it had been. It could've been anything. Maybe it wasn't the diamond at all, and she had lied to him just to keep him happy and ignorant.

Maybe the diamond was sitting inside of her safe at this moment.

It wouldn't have been the first lie she had told him, and probably not the last one either.

But was he really going to believe this monster over Jackie?

He tilted up his chin, met Raphael's obsidian black stare with narrowed eyes.

"Go to Hell." he groaned, tasting blood.

Raphael laughed, the corner of his beautiful mouth turned into a smirk.

"Sorry, I've got other plans for today."

With that, he dug a cell phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. His eyes glimmered with wicked delight.

"Let's say hello to our girlfriend, shall we?" he asked and laughed. "It's time for business."

Sam groaned and met Dean's worried glance over the aisle.

"For the last time, she doesn't have the diamond," Sam growled. "It's gone."

Raphael tilted his head, some locks of his luscious hair fell free and dangled over his shoulder. He looked like a fallen angel, beautiful and terrible at the same time, stains of Sam's blood were still on Raphael's pale lips and he knew he wasn't going to walk out of this place alive. Not without a miracle.

Raphael shrugged. "For your sake, I hope you're wrong."

Without another word, he dialed and brought the phone to his ear.

My moods have been going every this way lately. From the inspiration and pure joy of writing that I had last week, I've now gone full circle and I came very close to deleting this whole fic. I feel like there is nothing original in it, no plot, no character development, the dialogue is shit, the writing is bad and overall it's just blah. So many incostentancy issues that I can't even. :( So yeah, not feeling so good about anything at the moment. I hope you guys are doing good, and that you liked this chapter even if I'm struggling with writing again.