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Bait

Chapter 4 – Dinner is Served

John Winchester frowned as he hung up the phone. Damn it, if he hadn't been so focused on getting the demon, he would have made sure that all of the vampires were dead. Now his youngest son was going to suffer for his mistake. Once again he found himself thinking about his decisions where it concerned his boys. He was doing the best that he could, making sure they could take care of themselves and trying to get rid of the main threat to his youngest son. Most people thought he did what he did out of revenge…and at first, maybe it was so. But in reality, he was just trying to keep his boys alive as long as he could in a world that he knew was set against them.

Sighing, he packed his clothes and started heading for his truck. This time, he was going to make sure every one of those sons of bitches was dead!

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Dean started making plans the minute he hung up the phone. He had to do something…he couldn't just sit. If he stopped, he would hear his brother's screams and he couldn't deal with that right now. He pulled out the phone book and looked for the location of the local mortuary. Looking at his watch, he had a couple of hours before he could pay them a visit. He needed to get a supply of dead man's blood.

In the meantime, he pulled out a map of the area and drew a circle that represented the distance that could be driven within 2 hours from their current location. Then eliminating the area's that were not in the mountains, he had the beginning of a search grid. He knew that the vampires generally liked remote locations and the fact that Sam had mentioned a root cellar, probably meant it was a farm of some type, rather than a house. By the time Dean had finished, he had narrowed down the grid to a manageable size.

Tonight he would get the dead man's blood and get their weapons ready. First thing tomorrow morning he would go to check out the properties in the area…beginning with a search on any property owned by Stephen…maybe if he could find Stephen, he would lead them to Sam. Dean's father said he would be in by noon tomorrow. He wanted to have everything ready by then so that they could begin the hunt. "Hold on Sammy, we're coming!" Dean sighed as he got ready for his evening appointment with the dead.

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Sam was shivering from the cold as he lay on the hard floor. His shirt was shredded as the vampires feasted, leaving him with nothing to protect him from the cold. Unfortunately, he had remained conscious throughout the ordeal, feeling them literally sucking his life's blood from his body. He knew that he was weakened by the loss of blood and the pain of the wounds on his chest and shoulder. He hoped that Dean would find him soon as he wasn't sure he would survive many more feedings.

Sam carefully rolled over and tried to stand. He could see Sheila huddled in the opposite corner, a glazed look on her face. She was showing all the signs of someone who was going into shock. Sam gently touched her shoulder "Sheila? Heh…it will be ok…I promise, my brother will find us soon and get us out of here."

Sheila shuddered as she felt the hand touch her shoulder. She closed her eyes, trying to block out what she had seen. "I thought they were just make believe…God, Sam…what they did…we have to get out of here!"

Sam could here the panic in her voice. He moved to sit beside her, pulling her into his chest and laying his arm over her shoulders. "Look Sheila, I'm sorry this is happening…maybe if I hadn't asked you out" Sam looked away, the guilt of another innocent life added to the already too heavy load he carried.

"Sam, it wasn't your fault…Stephen would have eventually found me…we both were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whatever happens, remember I don't blame you" Sheila took a closer look at Sam and was shocked at his appearance. His face was pale with dark circles under his eyes. His left eye was swelling shut and his jaw was turning a nasty shade of purple. The wounds left by the vampires were open and raw looking…blood was still seeping from the wounds. He had a fine sheen of sweat on his face, as if he might have the beginnings of a fever and yet she could see him shivering with cold.

"Sam, let me take a look at your wounds…we have to try to staunch the bleeding" Sheila removed Sam's coat from her shoulders and placed it back over Sam, hoping to keep out some of the chill.

"I'm fine…but you're right…we need to try to figure out a way to get out of here" Sam tried to stand once again, but his legs wouldn't support his weight.

"I mean it Sam, just sit there while I try to get those wounds cleaned out." Sheila stood and grabbing the remains of Sam's shirt, tore off a couple of large pieces. She found a case of water stored under one of the shelves in the cellar. Grabbing a couple of bottles, she returned to Sam's side. "Now hold still, while I clean these out!"

"Yes mother!" Sam said with a grin as he remembered his brother issuing a similar command on more than one occasion.

Sheila hit him lightly on his good arm as she started to clean the nasty looking wounds. She heard Sam hiss as she worked, she remembered the pain from when Stephen had bit her…she paused and looked up at Sam with somber eyes. "Ummmm…Sam…since we have both been bitten…ah…how long before we become…become one of them?"

Sam reached over and gently held her face in his hand. "It's not like that Sheila. You can only be converted if you ingest the blood of a vampire…it's not like what you see on TV…you and I will not turn into one of them."

Sheila was quiet as she looked into Sam's dark brown eyes. She saw strength and determination…she continued her work in silence. After she finished she gave Sam one of the bottles of water and opened one for herself. "Sam?"

"Yes, Sheila"

"Do me a favor…if I become like them…promise me you'll kill me…I would rather die than turn into one of those monsters!" Sheila's eyes were full of tears as she looked at Sam. "Promise me, please!"

Sam looked at Sheila and nodded with a sigh "I promise."

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Kate was looking forward to tonight's festivities. She had thought briefly about turning Sam, after all he was pretty good to look at and she bet he was even better as a lover. But she had her sights set higher…she knew the more he suffered, the more pain she would cause John and Dean. "I know that you said nothing would come of revenge Luther, but without you…I just don't care any more…I will avenge you!"

She had spent the last 4 months rebuilding her pack. She now had a total of six vampires to help her attain her goal. As she looked at the four men and two women, she was sure that she would succeed with her plan.

"Kate, can I talk to you for a minute?" Stephen asked as he came into the room.

"Sure baby…what do you want?"

"Well, I was hoping that we could turn Sheila…I've always loved her and I just can't imagine going on without her. When she wasn't at her apartment, I thought I had lost her…to find her again with your target…well, it's just meant to be!"

Kate had been a little angry when they had grabbed the girl with Sam. Even though she wanted revenge on the Winchesters, she did not want the whole town looking for them. It was bad enough she escaped the first time and reported the attack to the police.

"She's been nothing but trouble to us Stephen" Kate was going to refuse when she had a new thought…maybe she could use her to further torment John's youngest. He seemed to have grown attached to the girl. "But, I think we might be able to give you what you want and allow the boy to suffer...we will do it tomorrow night."

Looking at the other Vampires in the room, Kate motioned for two of the other men to come forward. "I want you to go and get the boy…just the boy. Make sure you watch him close…I think it's time for desert!"

TBC

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