Sam is out looking for his brother and Dean gets another little visit from Helena and Kate

Hope you are all enjoying this, Mary x

Chapter 8

Sam looked over at the old man beside him wondering just how much help he could be on a search and rescue mission. The guy had to be in his sixties and although he looked fit Sam doubted he would be a match for any vampires that he stumbled on.

"Father, are you ok with this, hunting for Dean I mean?"

The old priest turned. "I maybe old but I'm not stupid." He pulled out a phone. "I know how to hunt, actually been on a few with Bobby in my day, besides if I find them"….he waved the phone at Sam….."I'll call in expert help." He smiled and then his eyes grew serious. "Your brother and you risked your lives to save my parishioners, people whom you had never met. Dean went back out to save my oldest friend, his friend. You don't just give up on someone like that, no matter the personal cost." He reached over and touched Sam's hand. "If you believe we can find him and help him them I'm in, after all helping people in trouble is kind of my lifetime vocation."

Sam didn't know what to say so he settled for a simple thank you.

They drove the rest of the way in silence. Sam drove to the back road where he knew they had left Bobby's car and parked up next to it. He reached into the back of the Impala and handed Father Thomas the map, a marker and then grabbed his own and got out the car. Sam knew that he had checked the road that ran off to the right of the property fully so he gave this one to the priest to redo. Sam opened the boot and handed the priest one of the machetes that were stored there.

"For defence only. You find anything you call me first. I really don't want to turn this into a double rescue."

"I hear you."

Sam touched the priest on the shoulder and wished him good luck. Watching until he had walked over and got into Bobby's car Sam climbed back into the Impala. "Ok girl, let's see if we can find him this time." He turned the ignition and with one final wave to Father Thomas set off down the other road sure that all they were doing here was killing time until they could come up with something better. Probably killing my brother too.

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Dean had recovered slightly by the time Kate came back for her next visit.

He had managed some restless sleep but at least it was better than nothing and at least he was no longer hungry even if he couldn't bring himself to think about what the meal he had had might have been. His arm was agony and even a slight movement brought him pain. He shut his eyes as she sat down next to him. This time was going to be different. This time he wasn't going to play, no matter what she did to him.

"What no witty repartee this evening? Feeling a little low are we Dean?"

"Why don't you just get on with it?" His voice had an edge to it that she liked.

"Ok. If you insist. Now where were we? Ah yes, hot."

Dean heard rather than saw someone else come into the room. He kept his eyes closed not really caring what they were going to do to him only that they get it over with. He felt a hand on his leg and then the skewer through his thigh was roughly pulled out. He stifled the scream, biting on his lip, drawing blood. He wasn't going to scream this time. He'd decided that. No matter what they did he wasn't going to scream. He felt the hand move to his shoulder and then the second skewer was removed.

Don't scream.

"Dear, dear, Dean. Looks like you're a bleeder. Need to see if we can't stop that eh? Don't want Helena coming back and finding you empty. That just wouldn't do."

He felt the heat as it approached his skin. He didn't open his eyes, didn't want to see what she was about to burn him with. The hot metal touched the wound on his thigh and he bucked under its touch. The pain lanced through him and the smell of his own flesh burning made him gag.

Don't scream.

He felt the heat as they brought it down on his shoulder, this time a small whimper escaped him but he fought to contain the rest.

Don't scream.

He could hear the disappointment in her voice. "Open your eyes."

He ignored her.

"Open your eyes or I'll burn them." The menace in her voice made him obey. He knew that she would do it. "There that wasn't so hard was it? I must say I'm impressed. I really thought you would have screamed the second time. Perhaps we should try again until you do?"

She walked to the bottom of the bed and touched the hot metal to the sole of his foot. The pain was torturous, sent a bolt of pain up his leg and through the already damaged nerves of his thigh. A small 'uh' escaped but no scream.

I'm not going to scream for you, bitch, so why don't you just give up?

Kate walked to his other side and he braced himself for the metal touching him. A voice sounded from behind her causing her to turn.

"Enough." Helena's voice. "I said you could play with him I don't want you to kill though before I've finished with him."

Kate hung her head; Dean could see the disappointment in her eyes. "I'm sorry."

"No need to apologise, he's had enough for today. I'll let you finish your little game tomorrow but for now, it's over." She walked over and sat next to him, running her hand over his burnt flesh, making it ache. He realised when he looked at the hand that it had changed, there was more skin than before and when she lifted it to touch his face he felt how soft that skin had become. Like a baby's skin. Newborn. Whatever his blood was doing to her it was working. She was healing. He hoped that this meant that it would soon be over, one way or another.

They were alone now, she was running her hands over him, it felt like a violation the fact that she could touch him wherever she pleased and he could do nothing to stop her. Her hands explored every inch of him. Softly. Gently. He groaned and she lent over and slowly started to kiss his bare skin. The urge to scream rose in him again and he pushed it away.

Don't scream.

She bit his stomach, then began to work her way up, kissing him and then biting him in turn. He felt the panic start to fill him. The single word escaped him.

"Please."

She stopped. Moved up to his neck.

"Don't, please."

"I can make this all stop you know. Just a few drops of blood and all that pain and fear will just go away. All you have to do is say yes."

He almost wanted to give in at that point, her voice and the offer of relief so inviting. All I have to do is say yes. The thought of Sam entered his head again. Sam's looking for me, I know he is. He's coming for me. Please god let him be coming for me.

She felt him pull back from her, something stopping him from surrendering to her coaxing. "You will give in at some point. I guarantee it. All you have to do is say yes." She bit into his neck, hard and painfully this time and he knew that she was angry and that made him feel better, made him smile.

Sammy, please hurry.