Pt.3

'Four months since he disappeared from our room. Where is he, is he safe, alive even?' He sat in the Impala in the parking lot of Burger King the scent of his lunch lingered in the air. He did not feel hunger as he looked down at the Big Mac he had ordered or the golden fries either. He picked up his iced sweet tea and sipped through the straw. It could have been water for all he knew for it had no taste.

Looking out past the parking lot he watched people go about their lives, feeling even more of an outsider. For the first time in his life, he was truly alone and he didn't like it. He had not called his dad for it would be a waste as it had all those other times. Dad didn't care, maybe never did since Mom died. In dying she took the essence of their father away too. Nothing was left but a killing machine who nolonger saw the boys as his sons but as little recruits to train and mold into killing machines. But couldn't rid the boys of their humanity no matter how hard he tried.

The sun was burning hot overhead in the cloudless sky, and a hot breeze came into the car. The arm he had lying on the door was turning red as the sun baked it. The leather seat held the heat and a momentary thought came to him that he should get something else for seat covers that wasn't as uncomfortable. Then his eyes caught the movement of a tall dark haired man with short hair and he sat up straighter and wanted to yell. But looking closely he was disappointed it wasn't Dean.

"Where are you Dean? I miss you so much, why won't you call me?" He had not heard from him since the night he walked out. No one they knew had heard from him and he doubted his dad had.

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Hours later as the sun was setting Dean opened his eyes and stretched. He got out of his bed and made his way to the bathroom in the small one bedroom house he was staying in. He had to clean up and look his best. Didn't want to disappoint the ladies who couldn't resist the face. Turning on the shower as the hot water began to steam up the glass shower walls, he began to sing as he undressed.

After his shower, Dean grabbed the towel, wrapped it around his damp waist, and moved to the sink to shave. He glanced in the mirror and wished he could see his reflection to get his hair just right. Water glistened on his firm sexy body. He ran a hand over his six-pack abs and smiled. He would never lose this body, always young and handsome. Then the smile faded briefly as he remembered one of the few things that hurt him. He remembered his brother Sammy and the pain this would be causing him.

But it quickly vanished as he finished shaving and moved into his bedroom to dress. He looked down at his new black jeans as he tore off the two hundred dollar price tag. Then he reached out and touched the black silk shirt enjoying the feel of it against his fingers. Feeling the blood lust building up inside him, he thought about where he would go tonight. Then he remembered hearing from a fellow vamp about a certain bar that he was curious about.

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Sam turned off the TV having seen enough of that episode of X-files. Krychek was his favorite villain, and now he had one arm but at least it wasn't his gun arm. Part of his hurry was the empty room that seemed far too large for him. It was missing something, it was missing Dean. He grabbed his keys and opened the door. Time to hunt for answers and a missing brother.

Sitting in the car, Sam flipped his cell phone open, dialed Dean's number and listened to it ring seven times, and then he hung up. It wasn't the same doing this alone and wondered how Dean had done it. So far, he had found traces of Dean only once. He started up the powerful engine and drove out of the parking lot.

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The music was loud and the large room crowded with gyrating bodies on the dance floor as colored lights lit the dancers. The bar was dimly lit and he could feel it when he walked in, he could feel more of his kind. His sharp eyes searched the room and found other feral eyes watching him with varying emotions. Indifference, hate and desire were the emotions that he read from the others.

The dark Goth bartender glanced at him as he walked over. Eyes changing colors as his nostrils flared in annoyance. Then taking a glass he reached to the tap and filled the glass half way and put it before Dean.

Dean placed the glass to his lips and drank the warm nectar of the gods.

At a table across the room sat three out of town girls in town for the weekend. College girls looking for a good time. They sat watching the dancers checking out the guys.

"Look over at the bar, now there's a man." Said the girl with the long black hair and brown eyes in the short halter top dress.

The blond in the leather skirt and peasant top turned her head and her gaze lapped up the vision of maleness at the bar. "Hot! Damn Hot!"

The brunette to her left in shorts and top smiled and got up. "That man needs some company."

"Stop smoking girl, you are overheated." Smiled the blond as she made a hissing sound. The brunette moved towards the bar as a short girl with the face of an angel moved over to Dean. The brunette sat down as the blond laughed and poked her friend with the brown hair.

The short petite girl moved over to stand next to Dean. She took a subtle sniff and licked her red lips. She glanced at him from between her dark lashes her electric blue eyes studying him. She knew what he was and she didn't care. She had met other blood drinkers and enjoyed their company.

Green eyes turned to her and a cocky smile graced his lips. She watched his full lips wanting to taste them. Her hands itched to touch him, she couldn't explain her feelings as they overpowered her. This was the kind of vampire that was in those romance novels. Her heart speeded up as he handed her a glass of wine. She took it and took a sip watching him over the rim. God he was hot she thought.

"Sexy lady what brings you here?" His deep voice sent shivers down her spine.

"Looking for you," she whispered.

"Well you found me."

"Bite me." Dean looked surprised at her request for a moment. Then leaned and took her hand and led her onto the dance floor.

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An hour later Dean walked out of a backroom leaving the girl lying on the twin bed asleep. He had taken only what he needed and left her alive. When she awoke she would not remember the little nibble on her neck. She would instead remember only a good time with a gorgeous man. He turned and saw a smile on her sleeping lips.