Pt 2
A smoky mist came through the bottom of the door of the hotel room. Sam was just coming out of the bathroom, with a pair of boxers, tee-shirt and barefoot. A rough old towel covered his head as he rubbed his still damp hair roughly.
Sam walked to the edge of his bed, unable to see anything and sat down. He stopped rubbing when he noticed an unusual smell and threw down the wet towel searching the room. He could catch a strong smell of expensive perfume… and was it blood?
The younger Winchester stood up, moved towards the bag that lay under the table by the window. It was then he saw the mist taking a human form, that he dived for the bag. He didn't reach it as a hand with a grip like iron grabbed his wrist.
Sam looked up into the violet eyes of a young girl who looked no more than 20. But he could feel the evil imminating from her as strong as her perfume. Her long blond hair hung to her hips. Her vise-like grip tightened, and try as he would he could not break it. She lifted him up to his feet effortlessly.
Annette looked up at him, as she held him with her left hand. With her right, she laid it flat against his chest feeling his heart beating. Sam's breath caught in his chest, and the hairs on the back of his neck began to rise. Was she the reason Dean wasn't here?
"Sam..." she purred softly, "you are so attractive." She lifted her hand to his chin, one finger touching the cliff in it. "I can offer you more than you could ever imagine." She would play her little game with this human until she tired of it and then…he was hers.
"I can imagine a lot. Can we meet somewhere else later; I am expecting company any minute." He tried to smile but it was one that wilted quickly.
A soft tingling laughter was his answer. "I was not born yesterday Sammy. You need not fear."
"I have a girlfriend and.."
"Sam I know about you and your brother." She gazed into his eyes and he could feel himself falling. He knew he had to fight her or die. He had to fight for Dean as well.He tried to put up a barrier against her within his mind. He could feel the danger as he thought of killing her. As he grew weaker, she pulled his head down towards her a smile on her face. This was too easy, she couldn't wait to bite into his juicy neck and taste his essence.
Soft lips touched his neck and a shiver ran down Sam's spine. Then he felt sharp teeth and then he was free. Sam came to his senses and saw Dean standing there. Dean stood staring at Annette who was just rising from the floor where Dean had tossed her across the room by the bathroom door.
"Dean?" His brother had come just in time, again. He took a deep breath and prepared to back up his brother against the Vampire.
Annette frowned at Dean, her teeth bared. Dean just snarled at her, his eyes glowing red. "You will not touch him, ever!"
"Ungrateful child won't share your brother with me." As she locked eyes with her new child, she straightened her mini skirt and tank top. She could not believe that he was challenging her, the ungrateful little brat.
"Dean?" Sam called out again.
Sam's sibling turned to look at him briefly, and then returned to the only threat in the room. "Not now."
Sam could not believe what he had seen when his brother had looked at him. Dean was not human anymore, he was a vampire. She had turned him, made him a monster. With one bite, she had taken his brother away from him. 'Damn you for touching my brother, I will take you over and over!' He sat down in the chair, one hand moving down and into the bag as he listened.
"I should kill you, and then drain him dry." She moved over towards Dean, as the young vampire moved between her and his brother. He blocked her as he heard his brothers' blood rushing through his veins, hot blood with it's strong metallic taste that made his mouth water. He ignored it for now.
"You can try. I have killed meaner bitch monsters than you."
Sam moved to the side in one quick movement, and fired the small crossbow, the arrow flying and found its mark in her heart. She grasps it with her hands and her lips curled up but no sound issued from her mouth. She collapsed to the floor and dissolved away.
Dean walked towards the door, his back towards his brother. Sam watched him, still holding the crossbow in one hand though it hung by his side.
"Dean, we can fix this. We will find the answer and change you back." Sam moved closer to his brother, put out a hand and laid it on his arm turning him around. He looked into his brothers now normal eyes and found it hard to believe the truth. Perhaps love blinded him.
Dean's expression was one of sadness. "How? You killed her, it didn't change me back."
"Are you sure?"
Dean made a move towards him, opened his mouth and bared his long fangs with a hiss. "Does that answer your question?" Dean could see the shock in the familiar face, as his brother took a step back.
"I am not letting you leave, we are in this together."
"You are in danger from me. I must leave."
Sam pulled his brother into his arms, hugging him tightly his eyes damp. He could feel the coldness that had replaced the warmth. He would not let himself think Dean would reach up and bite him. "I love you too much to lose you." He could not let him leave or he knew he would never see him again.
"I may kill you even though I don't want to. I'd rather die that harm you." Dean pulled away, and started to turn. He had to get out of there before he ripped Sam apart.
"Who better to find the answers than us? Hunters like us can do anything."
"I will keep hunting Sam, but without you. Maybe this will give me an advantage." He took a step towards the front door, and unlocked it. He was alone again, and this time it would have to stay that way…for Sam's sake.
"No. Please don't go Dean."
Dean stopped his head bowed then turned to Sam. When he turned, Sam saw the blood tears that now ran down his brother's face.
"Goodbye Sam." He vanished as Sam stood there.
"Dean. I won't give up on you. Ever."