Before I get started, I would like to use this space to advertise a new One Shot I just posted entitled, "He's a Natural" (nothing perverted, get ur heads out of the gutter) it's basically…well just read the description, but any way, I'd REALLY appreciate it if you guys would read and review it!

And now for the continuation of the last exciting episode of…Love Bites!!! whoot! k, I'm done with the weird announcer dude's voice now.

I wont hinder your reading anymore…I promise.

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Chapter 17

"Just When Are You Due?"

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How long had it been…an hour? A few minutes? He didn't know. Dean slowly regained his consciousness, the dull ache in his head and the feeling of cracked, dry blood on his cheek, reminded him of where he was.

His arms felt as if they were on fire, and he quickly realized they were his only support. He had been chained, by his wrists to a pipe running parallel to the ceiling.

Standing on his feet, he took the pressure off his wrists and did his best to evaluate his surroundings.

He was still in the warehouse, but in a different part he hadn't seen before. He could see it was still night through the window good, at least he hadn't been out for that long.

A chill went down his spine, the ba$tards had taken his leather jacketbut it was not the cold that produced the feeling. He thought about Sam; hoping his little brother had gotten away in time.

Dean's thoughts were interrupted by a familiar cold voice that came from behind him, "Comfortable, are we? It was the best I could do on such short notice." She walked into his range of vision, an evil smile spreading across her face.

"Don't sell yourself short, I couldn't as for better accommodations. The air conditioning in the middle of winter adds a nice touch." Dean replied, putting as much mocking contempt in his voice as possible.

"Do you even remember who I am?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at the comment.

"Sure," he began, "The vampire chick who wants revenge 'cuz my dad wasted her boyfriend slash mate or whatever—"

She hissed in his face, making him flinch, "Luther was more than a mate; he was the only person in this world I could trust."

"Well, when you go around in the middle of the night, tearing people's throats out, I really don't know who would want to be your friend."

In a flurry of anger she spun and kicked his side.

He doubled over as much as the chains would allow, the wind totally kicked out of him.

When he recovered, though he gave her a look of pure hatred, the flame of mockery was still present in his eyes.

The vampire contained the rest of her fury, straightened up, and began circling the hunter like a hawk examining her prey. "I have to admit, Dean, I overestimated you Winchesters. After I got a chance to play with your little girlfriends and little Sammy put a bullet in my side…" she lifted her shirt just enough to show the rapidly healing scar from the wound, "…I was worried you'd leave and come back with an army of all your hunter buddies, but then, when I was standing on the roof earlier and saw it was just you two, I was nothing short of overjoyed."

"How do you know we don't have the whole place surrounded now?" Dean sneered.

"Please," she laughed, "do you really think I would that stupid as to not have this place surveyed on the outside, just waiting for you?"

"You sure know how to make a guy feel special." He smirked, "But I'm curious, seeing as I haven't ended up as mince meat yet, you must need me for something, and just as a side note, if that something is to get to my dad, you're a little late, the yellow-eyed dude beat you to it."

The vampire smiled, actually impressed, "Good guess, that was my plan at first, but I heard about you Dad's unfortunate accident.."

Damn, is there like a "Hunter's Weekly" thing that lets all the evil SOB's know who's not a threat anymore? Dean thought to himself.

"…And my plans changed. Instead of killing you and exacting my revenge…." She sounded calm, almost soothing, "I remembered you have a little something that belongs to me." She said drawing nearer to him.

"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow, "And what would a vampire such as yourself want with a human like me?"

She chuckled, fangs glittering in the dim light, "I knew this was going to be difficult; as soon as I discovered it wasn't on you." She drew a curved knife out of her back pocked. Dean noticed it was one of the ones he had been carrying earlier.

"I still don't know what you're talking about." He lied. In truth, he had figured out what she was referring to long ago, but decided playing dumb was the best way to go at the moment.

She didn't buy it. Bringing the knife to his stomach she whispered in his ear, "Now, tell me where the Colt is."

No use playing dumb anymore. He swallowed, eyeing the knife. "If I tell you, will you promise not to turn me and my brother into ground beef?" he asked darkly.

"I might." She replied wryly.

"'might' isn't much incentive"

"You're in no position to bargain, human." She said, leaning close to his face and pressing the knife harder, but not enough to draw blood, "let me tell you something about the bl0odlust of a vampire. Once we smell it, instinct takes over and we do everything in our power to quench that thirst, do you understand?"

Dean chuckled, "Look lady, I'm not trying to insult your intelligence or anything, but any hunter, including me, would know that. I also know that newly turned vampires, such as your buddy Nelman…"

The vampire raised an eyebrow at the comment, surprised Dean knew what the officer was.

"…are especially prone to the bloodlust effect. So basically if you draw even a drop of blood with that thing," he lowered his gaze to the knife, "You're little clan'll be on me like a pack of wolves before I even get a chance to say 'Colt' and then you'll be screwed."

She narrowed her eyes, realizing he was partly right, but she also knew that she could order them to leave him— bl0odlust, like any other craving, could be controlled— and they would obey, they would most definitely argue, but they would obey.

She inhaled slowly to calm herself, and without realizing it, caught wind of Dean's breath. He body went rigid. It was like she had been hit with lightening, or rather, the stench of garlic. She quickly drew back and dropped the knife, retching and gagging at the smell, "What the…?" she managed to rasp before breaking out in another fit of retching, "Your mouth…" she wheezed, looking up at him from her doubled over position.

He looked at her, not knowing what had caused her sudden spasm attack—then it hit him, "Katherine had totally just saved his a$s. He smiled, revealing the gum between his teeth, "Garlic gum."

When the coughing passed she glared at him, taking huge gasps of air. She was about to lunge at him— bloodlust or not, she wanted to kill him— when a voice sounded from the darkness stopping her.

"Kate!" it barked urgently.

"That's her name!" Dean thought, "Totally spaced on that one."

Kate let the anger flow out of her, "What. Is. It. Scott?" she asked through her teeth.

Officer Scott Nelman: the vampire, waddled into Dean's view. Seeing Dean in his helpless position, Nelman couldn't help but gloat. "Well, well, well, if it isn't FBI Agent Cullen or the infamous Dean Winchester as Kate tells me. Not so high and mighty now are we, eh?"

Dean narrowed his eyes in greeting, then smiled as he thought of something smart to say in reply, "He-hey, Nelman! Good to know you're alive and kickin'…well, undead and kickin' if it really comes down to it. But anyway, before you decide to, you know, initiate me into your little club, I have to ask you something."

"Oh?" Nelman leaned closer, "And what is that?"

Dean thought for a second, a mischievous smirk coming to his face, "Tell me…just when are you due?"

"Excuse me?" Nelman's face was completely serious, and his eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"Well, you know, I noticed your stomach, heh, actually it's kinda hard not to notice that bad boy—"

Nelman grabbed Dean's collar and yanked him closer, making his arms stretch painfully farther than was naturally intended.

"Boy…I'm gonna bleed you dry."

"Scott!" came Kate's angry voice from behind the enraged officer. He ignored her and opened his mouth revealing a dagger-like set of fangs.

"Now. Now. Scotty." Dean said through clenched teeth, resisting the pain that threatened to engulf him, "I. Don't think. A bloody Mary. 'S very good. For. The. Baby."

Just before he could tear out Dean's throat, a hand grabbed the back of his thick neck and squeezed, forcing him to let go of Dean, who would have fallen if not for the chains that now dug into his wrists.

Dean regained his balance and stood, breathing heavily, as he saw it was Kate who almost choked Nelman.

"We're not trying to kill him, Scott." She said angrily, letting go of his neck.

"The officer looked at her defensively, "Did you hear—"

"I don't care what he said, I believe you came to tell me something, and I would not advise you to go beyond your duty." She spat.

Nelman shot Dean a glare, then smirked, "We have his brother." He said, jerking a thumb in Dean's direction.

"No." Dean whispered, unintentionally letting a flood of fearful emotions show in his eyes.

Kate, apparently forgiving Nelman for his outburst, nodded in approval, "Good, bring him in."

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Two vampires half walked, half dragged an unconscious Sam over to a chair Kate had placed about ten feet in front of Dean. One of the vampires was limping quite noticeably and the other had a severely blackened eye as well as a swollen cheek.

"That's my boy, Sammy," Dean thought, chuckling to himself, darkly, "Ain't goin' down without a fight." He also noticed a cut on Sam's lip as a small trickle of bl0od slowly made its way down his chin.

The two vampires dropped Sam into the chair and picked up a pair of chains lying on the floor near Dean's feet. The vampire with the injured ankle quickly took Sam's arms and chained them behind the back of the chair, while the vampire with the blackened eye chained his ankles to the chair legs.

Dean watched in silence, anger and hatred emanating from him like heat waves and he saw Sam's head roll limply down to his chest. At least he was still breathing. Dean hated knowing that they were both helpless.

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"Leave us for a minute." Kate ordered when they had finished their job. The two injured vampires and Nelman nodded and silently disappeared into the darkness. "Now," she began when they had left, "first thing's first." She spoke as if explaining how to cook something (which sickened Dean) and walked over to Sam's unconscious form, "Get rid of the gum…" her words turned nasty as she yanked his head back by his hair and pressed the knife to his neck, "Or I slit his throat."

Dean looked at his brother, who didn't even stir from the sudden movement, then with as much contempt as he could muster, he spat the gum out on the floor, "Happy?"

The vampire pulled the knife away, looking pleased, "Was that so hard?"

Dean knew he had just thrown away his last barrier of protection.

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Dun duh duuuuun…

Well, hope this satisfies you guys for a week

Till then,

—HoD91