Chapter 6

Ms. Smith's firm grip refused to loosen as she pulled Sam, kicking and fighting, through the dense woods surrounding the school. The youngest Winchester struggled against the vice that had locked onto his arm, but with each kick or jerk he managed, Ms. Smith simply intensified her hold, and continued on without so much as commenting on Sam's actions.

"Ms. Smith, why are you doing this?" Sam pleaded, fighting back the scared tears that stung in his eyes. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing them fall.

"You'll see when we get there, Sam." The teacher answered, jerking Sam through the last wall of trees into a vast clearing.

A worn, battered cabin lay on the far end. It's faded exterior and crumbling porch would make anyone think it was abandoned. However, Ms. Smith kept tugging him towards it, and when they reach the old structure, Sam could make out the dim light behind the windows and the shadows of what appeared to be furniture. Fear tightened it's hold on his heart, and he increased his struggle, pulling against Ms. Smith's weight when she started up the creaking steps. There was no way she was going to keep him here, not if he could help it.

"Stop." Ms. Smith ordered, her voice menacing and sharp eyes piercing as she gave Sam a hard look. Once Sam quit his struggling, she turned and knocked on the rotting door three times.

A loud click hit Sam's ears and his eyes widened as the door cracked open, revealing a young, twenty-something man with stark blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. The stranger's face lit up and the sight of Ms. Smith holding Sam forcibly at her side. An easy smirk drifted unto his features and only one thing came to Sam's mind. Dean. Well, if his brother were a lot older.

"Sit" Sam's captor commanded, releasing her grip and pushing him towards the faded red chair by the fireplace. He hesitated slightly, but upon receiving a threatening look from Ms. Smith, willingly complied. She watched him for a minute longer and then nodded towards the strange man to take a seat across from Sam. Satisfied that her captive was properly guarded, Ms. Smith turned on her heels and Sam watched her disappear down the small hallway only to return seconds later with a can of soda.

"Here, Sam." Sam jerked at the sound of her voice, and leaned further back into the stiff chair as the teacher stretched out her arm, the sweating can of Sprite dripping in her hand. "It's okay. I know you're thirsty."

Sam reached out and accepted the can gingerly, studying it and turning it over carefully to make sure it was still sealed properly. Once he was sure that his teacher hadn't messed with the drink, Sam popped the top and took a big, long gulp before turning to meet Ms. Smith's watchful stare.

"Why are you doing this?" Sam inquired again, trying his best to sound as intimidating as his dad did when he was really pissed off.

"You really wanna know?" the stranger piped up to which Sam nodded, "Well, why don't you go ahead with this one, Kim? I'm going to bed. I don't get paid enough to sit around babysitting and telling stories. Oh wait, I don't get paid at all."

"You have two hours, then you're taking over whether you want to or not!" Kim, a name Sam thought fit his teacher, stated firmly, although Sam wasn't really sure the stranger had heard her because he had already vanished into the hallway. "Now Sam, let me see."

"Basically," his teacher began, sinking down into the opposite chair the stranger had occupied moments before. Sam shifted nervously under the women's steely gaze as she continued, "Your father and brother killed my family."

"Dad and Dean don't kill people!" Sam protested angrily.

"No, they kill other things, don't they, Sam?" Kim questioned coyly, an evil grin creeping onto her face, her eyes flickering creepily.

"You see Sam, I had a father once. A family once. But things happen and well, my dad was changed into a vampire when I was young. And he tried to hide it, Sam, for me. To protect me. But he couldn't, to hold a secret like that in silence tortures the soul. I know you probably think all vampires are evil, heartless creatures that deserve to die, but my father loved me. Like your father loves you Sam, and he only wanted to protect me. So, one night, he came and took me to his coven and raised me there from then on."

"Sounds wonderful. Minus the whole feeding off of people and not having a heartbeat thing." Sam muttered sarcastically. The interruption was not appreciated, and he received a firm slap on the face for it.

"It's either that or die." Kim defended, eyes ablaze. "No one wants to die, Sam. And I have your family to thank for ruining my chance at family by brutally slaying them. That night I came home to find my boyfriend gravely injured and that punk Todd kid begging for his life and for us to change him instead of kill him. I saw my chance to thank my father for all that he'd given me. But you're father and brother interfered, and killed them. Killed what remained of my family! And now, Sammy, it's payback."

Sam cringed as Kim leaned down over him, her fiery enraged eyes holding his. Never in his life had he needed his father and brother more. But he'd bet anything his dad didn't know he was missing yet, and wasn't even sure if Dean had seen him be taken.

His heart nearly plummeted to the floor when he heard Ms. Smith yell for the stranger to come back, Dustin she'd called him. The man sauntered in seconds later, and only then did Sam realize how big he was, much less the size of his muscular arms. This guy was going to be a challenge.

"Watch him. I need to take care of a couple of things." Kim stated, turning quickly and heading off to the back of the cabin, adjusting the shades on the side windows.

It was only then that Sam noticed how dark it really was in the cabin. Based on Ms. Smith's story, he thought it made sense if Dustin was a vampire and the shades were there to keep the light out. If that turned out to be the case, luck was on his side 'cause now Sam Winchester had a plan.

"So, what are you going to do to me? Sam asked innocently, giving Dustin his best puppy eyes.

:I dunno, kid. Ca-won't do anything 'til your dad and brother show up. But my bet is that we either kill you just to spite 'em both, or we turn you. Sure your daddy would love his little son becoming something so horrible." Dustin taunted, issuing a command for Sam to stay put while he got a beer.

Sam waited until he heard the clinking of the fridge door opening, then hurriedly darted around the room looking for something, anything, that would help him. Spotting the ash tray on the far side table, the youngest Winchester fingered it for a moment, and then chucked it towards the front window, grinning widely when the sound of smashing glass rang out through the cabin.

He caught sight of Dustin running out of the kitchen and Sam sprinted as fast as he could for the broken window, trying his hardest to block out the foot steps dangerously close behind his. Sam jerked back when a hand gripped his T-shirt and pulled. Frantically, Sam swung his arms out, hands grasping air desperately for the dark shade. He cried out when he latched hold of the material and pulled, radiating sunlight piercing through the cracked panes.

Dustin's grip on him disappeared instantly, a stream of curses filling the air, as he went to shield his eyes. Sam saw his opportunity and seized it. With two long strides, he reached the door and flung it open, fleeing his captors.