Cat and Mouse

Note From the Author: Heya readers Chappie Five is up as you know I hope you enjoy it very much we did.

Thanks to: Ghostwriter:It gets spookier

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Dean flipped the phone closed and marched out without a word.

"What's wrong?" Talia asked scrambling after him.

"Stay here." Dean ordered.

"No!"

Dean whirled on her. "This isn't a game! Sam could die because of you!"

Talia looked hurt, then her expression hardened. "Don't you think I know that? Sam risked his life for me, and I can't do anything in return. My friends are dead; I don't want to add another name to the list. I want to help."

Dean didn't relent. "Then sit there and it so that when we get back, Sam can continue those stupid fantasies that got him in this situation in the first place!"

Talia blushed slightly, "Fine."

Dean watched her walk away before getting in his car and driving off.

"He's socute and helpless, can we keep him?" One of the vamp girls begged sending the others into laughter.

Sam hands were tied securely behind his back.

The short haired vamp glared at her crackling cronies.

"No we're saving him for bait. We've got more important sacrifices, then you can have anybody you wish to feast on."

On cue Dean's impala pulled up, and one very pissed off, evil hunter, got out.

"Alright I'm here, not what?" the head vampire smiled.

"No we trade."

"Trade?"

"Your brother for yourself." She explained with unnerving calmness yet the air buzzed with excitement.

"How will I know you won't take him after you have me?"

"Talia will take him home."

Dean sighed "I didn't bring her."

The blonde rolled her eyes. "She followed you. Though she hasn't killed and completed her rite of passage she has some of her powers…Come out cub."

Talia emerged from the woods scowling. Dean allowed them to tie him and they released Sam to Talia.

Before she left Dean stopped her. "Hey!"

Talia turned, struggling with Sam's semi-conscious self.

"You can take my car." Talia nodded, praying silently that he'd be fine.

When the impala disappeared the head vamp clubbed Dean over the head.

"Sammy?" Talia asked leaning over him. His eyes opened slowly, he was exhausted and had a splitting headache.

"MMM?" He groaned and relief washed over her.

"I thought I'd lost you."

He smiled slightly, "I'm a little harder to get rid of than that." Talia smiled, brushing hair off his forehead to inspect a wound.

He glanced around.

"Where are we?"

"My house, Abby let us in, you need to relax while I'll go save your stupid brother."

"You can't go alone." He objected, sitting up form his position on the couch.

"I can and I will." She argued back with a look of stubborn determination.

Blood Sucking Psycho Bitches

Dean awoke drowsily. It took him a few minutes to get focused before he realized he was chained to a pole, blood poured from a wound on his head.

"I see you woke up. It's about time, I was getting worried that you'd died." The blonde sneered walking out of the shadows. Her pale hair shone brighter than the moon in the thick forest night.

"Our chosen one must have a main course for the ceremony. Talia must be at her strongest tooverride the blessing" She spat as she said the word blessing as if it left a foul taste in her mouth."that her ancestor Maria put upon the river binding us to this side despite the gravesoil." She smiled brightly.

"So basically you weakened her enough so that she'll come hear and kill me. So she can create an army of blood sucking psycho bitches?" Dean predicted.

"Something like that, I was going to use Sammy and keep you for myself, but…I couldn't wait to cause you pain." She answered silkily, running her hand across his cheek.

"Oh bite me." Dean snapped making eye contacted.

"I would love to." She answered, brushing her lips across his neck. "But then I wouldn't have you whole for Talia. And then of course we'd need Sammy, and you wouldn't want that." Dean eyes filled with rage.

"You could at least have the decency to answer some questions, like: Who are you? What do you know about the thing that killed my mom? How the hell do you even know my name? And my personal favorite, Why us?"

She sighed "Now Deaney, if I were to tell you that, a price would have to be paid."

"You're gonna kill me anyway." He said, keeping fear out of his voice and averting his gaze.

"Aw, trying to be brave in the face of death? I love it when they play Deaney. I can sense your fear." She grabbed his chin and turned his head so that their eyes met. "I can see it in your eyes, you're nothing! Nothing but a scared little child." Her lips hovered over his and he spat in her face. She recoiled.

"I'm not afraid of death." He growled "In the last year and a half I've almost died at least twenty times, and once I shot myself in the heart. DEATH isn't a big deal!" She back handed him snapping his head to the side.

"Your death may not be a big deal to you, but Sam's…I could end so very easily."

"If you touch Sam again, I will hunt you down! You hear me, bitch! I will hunt your ass down!" Her eyes were dark and deadly, and so were Dean's. She plunged her hand into her pocket and pulled out a knife, unsnapping it and holding it against his chest.

"Who am I you asked?"

She smiled as he clenched his teeth to prepare for pain.

"My name will be something you will never forget."

And she carved three letters into his skin…'CAT'

"Anything else?" She asked wickedly.

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