Chapter 4

Dean knew the minute she sat down beside him this was who they were looking for. His whole demur changed and he added a slur to his voice when the sexy looking female sidled up him and asked him to buy her a drink.

"You here alone sweet cakes?" she asked in a heavy Texas accent.

"Not anymore," Dean replied motioning to the bartender for another round times two, holding two fingers up. "Hope you like your's strong."

"Wouldn't have it any other way," she cooed to him running a hand down his bicep. She brought the drink to her blood red lips and downed it in one swallow while Dean watched with an arched eyebrow.

"My kind of girl," he said saluting her and doing the same with his drink.

She leaned into him, giving Dean a good look at her cleavage as she ran her tongue over her lips in anticipation of her next meal. Dean played it to the hilt and waited ten more minutes before suggesting they find some place less noisy and crowded.

"You read my mind sweet cakes, shall we?" she asked in a sultry voice as she got up waiting on him to join her. She never saw Dean signal to Sam to follow as he draped an arm around her waist and led her to the door.

Sam watched his brother and stiffened when the woman sat down beside him. His sixth sense told him this was who they had been waiting for and watched closely waiting for Dean's signals and saw it when he got up and they left. Sam got up and dodged the people and tables to quickly follow his brother from the club. He didn't see the person behind him that kept pace with them. Sam kept them in sight and hurried faster when they turned down an alley below the club.

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Dean kept up the act of being taken by her and allowed her to guide them toward the alley entrance. He figured she was taking him away from any prying eyes before she attacked. They were partway down the alley when she stopped and pressed him up against the wall and devoured his lips as she rubbed up against him. He tried to reach for the syringe of dead man's blood in his pocket when suddenly she seemed to sense his change in body language and slammed him hard in the brick wall, bouncing his head off of it hard, making him see stars. A gash opened on the side of his head and blood began to run down the side of his face.

Sam was creeping up on the two and saw her kissing Dean passionately as he made ready to attack. Before he could reach his brother, someone jumped from the shadows knocking him backwards into bags of trash stacked beside an overflowing dumpster.

"Oh look Sister, two for the price of one," she called out to the other female vampire.

"Good times, we don't have to share tonight," she replied as she looked at the semiconscious Dean she was holding up. "My, my can't let this go to waste," she cooed as she turned his face and licked the blood that was running down it. "Oh, so good..." she gushed in delight.

Sam looked up into the face of another female vampire and shuffled backwards trying to get up. She reached down and grabbed his jacket, jerking him to his feet as her fangs descended and she pulled Sam toward her open mouth.

After Sam got his breath, he tried to fight back but couldn't get a footing. He was able to pull his syringe of dead man's blood from his pocket and when she pulled him up sunk the needle into her stomach and mashed the plunger delivering the poison into her system.

She cried out in pain as her grip loosened and Sam stumbled away. He pulled out a long knife and swiped it through the air almost taking off her head, but it was enough to kill her.

"No! No!" the other vampire screamed when she saw her sister fall at the hands of the hunter. "Your friend is going to die for that!" she hissed in rage as she jerked Dean's head sideways and started to rip his throat out.

Before Sam could get more than a couple of steps closer, the female vampire was suddenly thrown backwards into the opposite wall and pinned there. He looked on in shock as a guy dressed in black stepped from the shadows and looked at her before taking out a gun and shooting her in the chest twice. The vampire cried out in disbelief before her head slumped forward. She was released from the wall and her dead body slid downward into a heap.

"Dean?" Sam cried out rushing to his brother's still body. He saw the head wound and pulled out a bandana to tie around it to stop the bleeding. "Wait!" Sam called to the guy as he turned to walk away.

Dominick heard the scuffling and voices as he slipped quietly down the shadows of the alley and saw the two guys and now two females, both vampires. One had the older hunter pinned to a wall and the other had knocked down the younger one. He started to help the younger one but suddenly saw the female slump to the ground on her knees and saw him swipe a knife through the air killing her. The other was not as lucky as the vampire started to rip his throat out.

With one simple thought, the vampire was thrown across the alley and pinned to the wall, unable to move. He stepped closer and pulled his gun firing two rounds into her chest. Once he saw she was dead, he released her body letting it fall to the ground. Dominick saw the younger man run to the older one and turned to leave when a voice called out to him.

"Can you help me? My brother is hurt," Sam called to the guy when he stopped.

Dominick stared to walk away and leave them, but decided to help instead. He didn't really want to get on the bad side of any hunters. He figured it wouldn't hurt to meet the famous Winchester brothers now that he saw the truth about the youngest one.

"Let's get him up. Do you have a motel room here?" Dominick asked stepping back to Sam to help.

"Yes, our car's not far," Sam said pulling Dean up and letting this guy get on one side to help carry him down the alley. He guided them to where the Impala was parked and got him in the backseat. "Do you have a car? Is it near?"

"Just down the block," Dominick told him.

"Get in and I'll drop you at it and you can follow me," Sam told him as he moved around to the driver's side.

"Alright," he shrugged getting into the passenger side.

"I'm Sam and that's my brother Dean," he introduced himself as he cranked the Impala and drove down the street.

"Dominick, Dom to my friends."

Sam glanced over at the guy for a moment trying to get a read on him, but couldn't. So this was the hunter everyone was talking about, he thought.

"I'm in the silver Honda on the corner there," he told Sam, pointing to the car.

"We have a room at the Motel Six if you want to follow me there," Sam told him as he got out.

"I have one there too. I know where it is," he answered closing the door and going to his car.

It took Sam twenty minutes to get across town and to the motel. He pulled in and was lucky there was a parking space in front of their room. He pulled into it and killed the engine and got out. He went to open the door to the room before going back to open the back door of the Impala.

Dominick pulled in below the Impala and got out to help Sam get his brother from the car. Dean was mumbling and trying to stand as his body wavered and he stumbled. He got an arm over his shoulder and helped walk Dean inside and to the bed where Sam eased him down.

"You with me Dean?" Sam asked as he taped his cheek.

"Yea..." Dean slurred slightly as he squinted his eyes against the light.

"I'll turn the light off once I check the head injury."

"How bad is he?" Dominick asked stepping out of the way as Sam moved around quickly gathering what he needed. It seemed he had plenty of experience doing this.

"It's a head wound. They bleed a lot, but I don't think it's too bad. I need to clean it to see if he needs stitches. He might have a slight concussion," Sam told him dropping their first aid kit on the bed and going to the bathroom to wet a towel. He came back and carefully wiped Dean's head so he could see the gash. "I don't think he needs stitches, butterflies will do."

"That's good," Dominick said seeing he didn't need any help. He sat down on the other bed and waited for Sam to finish.

"There's waters and beer in the fridge if you want something to drink," Sam offered, his attention all on Dean for now.

"Thanks," he said going to the mini fridge and pulling out a beer and taking a seat at the table. He watched Sam minister to his brother and saw the strong bond between them, though it was clouded by some recent event.

Sam quickly put the butterflies on the gash and covered it with a pad for protection. He wrapped some gauze around his head and packed the kit back up. He shook a couple of pain pills from a bottle and tried to roust Dean.

"Hey bro, think you can take some pills for pain?" Sam asked him tapping his cheeks to try and wake him.

"Mmmm...Wh..." Dean groaned as he rolled his head to the side.

"Here, swallow these," he told Dean pushing the pills into his mouth. He held his head up and put a bottle of water to his lips so he could wash them down. Part of it ran down his chin but he got enough to swallow the pills. "You can't sleep yet Dean. Gash isn't too bad."

"'kay," he mumbled wiping at his face and wincing.

"I'll go get some ice for your head."

"I'll go with you," Dominick offered getting up too. He wanted to speak with Sam alone first to see his reaction.

"Sure, thanks for your help," Sam told him grabbing the ice bucket and heading for the door. He took a second to size him up and saw he was around Dean's height, muscular with long, black hair that was tied back by a leather cord. His features where what most women would consider handsome and he had an air of confidence and ease about himself.

"Anytime," Dominick replied.

"You're the new hunter rumors have been going around about aren't you?" Sam asked giving him a once over.

"I guess? I am a hunter and I am new to the states," Dominick answered his accent coming out more.

"That accent, it's unusual."

"Romanian, on my mother's side. My grandparents raised me after my parents were killed in a bombing," he told him and continued when he saw the confused look on Sam's face. "My father was stationed overseas and they were at an outdoor cafe, someone left a bomb there and it went off killing over a dozen people."

"Sorry for your loss. Our parents are gone too."

"I went to stay with my grandparents in Romania and learned the old ways."

"I saw what you did to the vampire," Sam said cautiously, waiting to see his reaction. He watched Dominick studying him and felt uneasy for some reason.

"How old are you Sam?" he asked looking at him closely. He could sense dormant powers within Sam and wondered if he knew they were there and if he ever used them in the past. Dominick studied Sam as he saw him stiffen slightly and seemed to put up walls in his mind.

"Why would you want to know?" Sam asked frowning at him unsure where this was leading. He opened the ice machine and scooped out ice to fill his bucket.

"Humor me."

"I'm twenty-nine," Sam replied cautiously.

"And did something happen to you when you were a baby?" he asked only pausing for a moment before asking another question. "Something that changed your life?"

"How do you know anything about me?" Sam asked faltering in his step as he reached into his jacket for the container of holy water. He was wondering if this guy was a demon to know this about him.

"You don't need the holy water; I'm not a demon or shape shifter or any other monster. I don't intend either of you any harm," Dominick said staying relaxed. " I'm twenty-nine too."

"I think you need to explain yourself," Sam said stiffly as he headed back to the motel room. "Just who are you?" he questioned almost in a growl.

"Let me ask you this," Dominick countered. "Why aren't you using your powers?"

Sam blanched at his words as his eyes widened in shock. They had not really talked about his powers since he had freed Lucifer. He thought they were gone; at least that's what he told Dean when he asked about them and nothing else was said about them.

"You don't feel our connection do you?" Dominick asked waiting for Sam to open the door.

"Connection?" Sam mumbled as he thought back to all those years ago to the others that were like him and jerked his gaze back to him. "You're one of Azazel's special kids," he said just above a whisper seeing the answer in his dark eyes. "I think you need to tell me your story," he stated in a no nonsense voice as he walked into the room.

Dean looked up and realized there was a guy with Sam he didn't know and he saw the agitated look on Sam's face wondering what had happened.

"Something going on Sammy?" Dean asked Sam as he carefully slid back against the headboard and looked at the two. "Who are you?" he asked in a commanding voice making his head ache worse, but didn't want to show any weakness.

"Dean this is Dominick, he saved you in the alley from that vampire that almost killed you," Sam told him as he took a towel and put some ice in it and gave it to Dean for his head. "He was just going to tell me about himself. Are you up to it?"

"Yeah, it'll keep me awake," he grunted gently pressing the ice to his head.

Dominick pulled a chair over as Sam sat down on his bed. He cocked his head slightly as he pursed his lips in thought and looked at the two brothers. There would be no problem for him to leave. He knew neither couldn't stop him but he was curious about these brothers, and decided it would be better to have them on his side as an ally than have them for an enemy.

"Guess I should start from the very beginning," Dominick said getting a feeling Sam wouldn't take no for an answer. "So we were called special children..."

The brother looked at each other and a silent communication passed between them as they listen to his story.


A/N: Did you figure it out before? I think one reader noticed and kudos. So, Dom was one of Azazel's special kids too. How will the Winchester react to this news? Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I hope you are enjoying it so far. Reviews would be awesome. NC