Strike Three...

Summary: Sam is having trouble dealing with the powers that were bestowed on him. Dean tries to help, but seems to be hurting Sam more than helping him. Finally Sam has enough of Dean's shit, and takes off to clear his head. Little does he know that what dad always taught him, should have come in handy, he should have paid attention to what goes bump in the night.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, Jensen Ackles, or Jared Padelecki... Nor do I own Rafael De La Cruz or Colby Jansen, or Carpathians, they belong to Christine Feehan... I own the plot, but I make no money on this story, only pleasure in my sadistic ways.

Warning: There is violence, and this story has self-harm... If you do not like, please don't read! For those who can handle this story, please review and tell me what you think.


Carpathians- They can be a mountain range, but they are also a vampire like creature. They feed on blood to survive and only to survive, not killing the people that they feed off of. They hunt vampires, killing them, even if they had once been family, because the darkness had taken them, and they kill for fun, not survival. They protect, though the people they protect don't know of them, and without them, the world would surrender to darkness.


Chapter 8: Carpathians and Dragonseekers

It was two days after Sam had been admitted to the hospital and Dean was walking down the hall, heading to Sam's room, sighing deeply about the news he had just heard. It was going to be hard telling Sam that the man who had saved his life, Lucas, was dead. Taking a deep breath he walked into Sam's room, seeing his brother sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed, and talking to their father as they waited for Dean so they could leave the hospital.

Seeing Dean walk in looking so sorrowful, Sam immediately turned his attention to his older brother, not listening to what his father was saying. "Dean?" Sam asked, and John turned around to look at his oldest son; already knowing he was there, but not knowing why he looked so... down.

"Sammy," Dean said looking at his brother, and Sam knew from the look in his eyes that whatever he was going to tell him was not going to be good. "Lucas, the doctor that saved you in the cave, he's dead." Dean said and gave Sam a minute to process the information before he continued, "He was found mauled in his hospital room yesterday morning, and the police said that the only time they have seen anything so gruesome was when that girl went missing, and her boyfriend was killed. You know the one that said she had seen a werewolf?" Dean saw Sam's face go blank and knew that he had told him the news too soon.

Anger and sorrow swirled in Sam's mind, and his emotions started to take over him. He could hear Dean and their father trying to talk to him, but the words wound in his mind with everything else, and dissipated just as soon as they were said. Everything wound tight in him, and Sam's hands started to shake.

Dean watched as his brother shook and knew something was going to happen at any moment. Everything around the room started to shake, and Dean could see a fire light in Sam's eyes. John looked back and forth from Sam to Dean not knowing what to do, and seeing that Dean was trying to comfort Sam, telling him to calm down before his power got the better of him.

Wait a minute... power?

John watched as everything that wasn't attached to the floor started to rise into the air, including the hospital bed, taking Sam with it. He had a sudden feeling of weightlessness and knew that something bad was going to happen.

Dean looked straight at him, and the stark fear in his eyes was almost overwhelming. Dean looked back to Sam, and said; "C'mon Sammy, you have to calm down." His voice was full of fear, but there was no reaction from Sam, and that in itself was something that John had never seen happen. Seeing a sudden wave of guilt wash over Dean's face, John knew that the next words that Dean spoke might break Sam, but didn't move to stop him. "Sam, stop acting like Max, you're going to kill all of us if you don't control yourself!" There was a sharp gasp from Sam at the words, and everything glass in the room shattered.

Dean and John ducked, trying to stop the glass from hitting them. Sam never moved anything except for his head, and the knowledge in the too old eyes, even as the flying debris hit him was almost too much for Dean and John to handle. Sam only spoke two words, but the words were filled with everything he didn't say. "I know."

John and Dean watched, too stunned to move as Sam walked out the door. They made to follow him and try to stop him, Dean yelling; "Sam what are you going to do?"

Sam turned to him, his eyes changing to an opaque color, and said; "I'm gonna kill him, and you can't stop me." His voice was monotone, but harsh, and Dean couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine.

"Sam, I won't stop you, just let me come with you; I can help." Dean's voice was almost pleading, and Sam gave a sharp nod and Dean ran to catch up with him. John tried to follow, but an invisible force stopped him, and he pounded against a wall that he couldn't see, but knew his son had erected.

"Samuel Brian Winchester! Let me out this instant!" John yelled and Sam stopped, the wall falling, but that was the only indication that he had heard his father, as he and Dean started walking again. Their walk was brisk, and they were already halfway to the car, by the time John ran out the doors. They got in the car, and waited for John; but just as he closed the door, Dean tore off; Sam telling him where to go.

Sam knew that the adrenaline racing through his veins was the only reason that he wasn't hurting at the moment, and he just hoped that it kept going until Gavin Sinders was dead. The name was foul in his mind, and he knew that he was going to enjoy killing the man, especially if he received some help from old friends.

"Dean find a motel." Sam said, his voice monotone, and he felt Dean's eyes on him, so he looked over to his brother, his eyes wary, and Dean nodded.

"What's going on Sammy?" Dean asked, a few minutes later when he had pulled in at a motel with a vacancy sign.

"You always wanted to know what my friends were like." Sam said, his voice low, and Dean nodded, though Sam hadn't been asking a question, just stating a plain fact. "Well now you're going to meet a couple of them." The way that Sam was talking, Dean didn't know if he wanted to meet Sam's friends anymore.

"Okay." That was the only answer Dean could think of, and when he looked in the rearview mirror, he saw that his father had on a curious expression, also wanting to know what Sam was talking about, and how some of his friends could help them out in a jam. Why they would even need help, it was only one werewolf, and they had handled more than that alone before.

"There's more than one," Sam stated, as if having read Dean's thoughts. Dean and their father stared at him, dumbstruck and Sam got out of the car, grabbing a fake idea and credit card from the glove compartment, and said; "I'll get us a room." He walked away toward the motel office, praying that Dean or his father wouldn't follow him; and ask questions that he didn't want to answer.

There was a middle aged man, with graying hair at the desk in the office, and Sam smiled at him. "What can I do for you?" The man asked, his tone and smile friendly, but there was something about him that put Sam's nerves on end, and he automatically didn't like the man. He could sense something was wrong in the office, but couldn't tell what, just that the man standing in front of him had something to do with it.

"A room please." Sam was uneasy even as the man went to grab his key, and that's when Sam saw it. There was blood on the collar of the man's shirt, and from intuition Sam could tell it wasn't his. His senses screamed at him to get out of there, and he usually followed his senses, especially after he had met Rafael and Colby, the friends that he was going to call for their help.

The man walked back at him, and when he noticed Sam's look, he knew that he had been discovered. Sam watched at the man's hair turned to a wispy shade of white, and his teeth lengthened. The eyes turned a feral shade of yellow, and Sam knew that he was going to have a fight on his hands.

"Veri!" (blood) The man said, and Sam knew that the man had to have been born Carpathian before letting the darkness take over, and killing while he fed on blood, turning him to a vampire. The vampire lunged at him, and Sam dodged, feeling the adrenaline from before start to pump through his veins again.

Sam pushed his body to the brink, to fight the vampire, lunging and dodging, trying to take the incessant creature of the dead down. He felt another presence getting closer, no make that two presences; ones that he was familiar with; but they weren't his dad and Dean. He knew that he only had to hold on for a few more minutes, and then he would have help, in destroying the desolate creature that was trying to kill him.

The vampire lunged at him again, and Sam as tired as he was, wasn't fast enough to dodge the hit; and the vampire's shoulder hit him right in the abdomen, taking him down to the floor, and reopening the surgical wound. Pain lanced through him, and he felt a presence in his mind. 'Rafael?'

'Sam?' The presence in his mind asked, and Sam was about to answer him, when clawed fingers wrapped around his neck, squeezing off his air supply, as it lifted him against the wall. The pain in his stomach, and the nails biting into his neck was making his struggles weaken; and Sam knew that if Rafael, his brother, or father didn't get there soon he wasn't going to make it long enough to take down Gavin, and that wasn't a possibility he was willing to let happen.

An invisible force that took a lot of Sam's energy, pushed the vampire back into the counter, breaking it. The creature came at him again, and Sam forced his arm up, and started saying a ritual that he had never heard before, and didn't know he knew. The vampire moved away from him, letting him go, and Sam landed on one knee, though he kept saying the ritual.

The screech that came out of the vampire was deafening, and he felt the presences of Rafael and Colby enter the office, and he stopped, the power that he had been using, draining him; adding to the weakness from the pain. He saw Colby coming at him, and Rafael go straight to the Vampire, ripping it's heart out, and calling for lightning to incinerate the blackened heart, before it could go back to it's owner.

Rafael came to him, and as the Carpathian hunter helped him up, there was an unexpected pain searing up his arm. Sam hissed at the pain, and looked at his arm to see what was wrong, while Rafael helped him stand by putting Sam's arm around his shoulders. Colby looked at him, when he hissed, and saw where he was looking and all three of them gasped as a mark appeared on his arm.

Rafael looked at him, as if seeing him for the first time, "You're a Dragonseeker?" There was awe in his voice, and Sam looked at him startled, and Rafael turned to Colby. Colby look awestricken as well, and she looked at Sam with tears in her eyes.

"You're part of my family." Her voice was a whisper, and Sam looked at her curiously. "I am a Dragonseeker also, she showed him her hip, where the same mark was shown, and Sam gasped.

"Why didn't it show up before?" He asked, meaning the mark.

"The mark hides itself from what it thinks is danger, and only shows when the timing is right. I guess we were meant to know now that we were family." Colby was gentle as she fingered the mark, and Sam's skin tingled as she slid her fingers over it. Coming to a conclusion she said, "I think your mother is my mother, I think we're siblings. This has to be why I felt so connected to you when we first met." Sam nodded knowing she was probably right, but not knowing what to say to her.

Weariness and pain over swept him and he swayed as the door opened, admitting Dean and his father. Rafael tightened his grip when he felt him sway, and looked at Sam, concerned for his welfare. Dean's voice wafted through the air as he saw the man holding his brother upright. "Who are you?" He growled at the red haired, emerald eyed woman, and the tall dark hair and dark eyed man.

"Dean it's okay, they're who I was going to call." Sam's voice was tired and weak, but he continued and said, "Colby's family." Dean knew that he didn't mean figuratively and his jaw dropped.

"Hello John," Colby said, and John smiled at her. She went over and hugged the man. "I'm sorry about what happened to mom." She whispered and John smiled at her.

"Me too." He said and she squeezed him once more and let go.

"Rafael we have to heal Sam." She said and he nodded, laying Sam down on the ground, and Colby went over and knelt next to him.

With Rafael's help, she separated herself from her body and went into Sam's healing it from the inside out. She healed all of his wounds, the ones from that night and the ones from a few nights before. When she was done, she pulled back into her own body, and found herself swaying with weariness. Rafael went over to her and sat behind her, so she could lean on his chest, and rest.

"What did Sammy mean, when he said you were family?" Dean asked, looking at Colby, but it was John who answered him.

"You mother is her mother," he said quietly and Dean looked stunned.

"Sorry to break up the family moment, but I don't like sappy stories," a voice said from the door, and Sam's attention snapped to the man in the doorway. He stood up and electricity crackled around him.

His voice was dark and he uttered one word, "Gavin…"


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