Summary:

Dean and Sam fall into a vampire hunting pack's trap; Sam manages to escape but has to leave Dean behind. When he loses the trail to the nest, he calls on the vampire who's life he saved, Lenore, to help him find his brother. Kate, part of the nest that has Dean, decides Dean's punishment for helping to kill her mate, Luther, should include becoming a vampire himself. Post AHBL.

Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own the copyrights to the Boys. But thank you Kripke for such fab characters and letting us play in your universe!!

Rating is for some bad-boy language and this chapter has a bit of violence toward the end.

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Blood Debt

Chapter 2

He was trying to figure out why he felt like he was in a moving car, why he was wrapped in a canvas tarp that smelled of mold and urine and puke, why the back of his head was screaming pain, why he couldn't see a damned thing, and why he couldn't move his hands or feet.

And then he remembered.

"That bitch!" Dean growled as he wriggled, trying to throw the tarp off of his head.

His hands were tied behind him, his feet were tied, and the tarp was apparently tied around him with more rope. The bouncing of the moving car wasn't helping. Failing to get the tarp of his head, he reached into the waistband of his jeans, extracted the small blade he kept there, and began to saw through one of the multiple rows of thick ropes. He just had to get through one, get his arms worked loose, and then he should be able to get himself ready for when the car stopped.

He hoped Sam had gotten away and was suddenly grateful Sam had been such a girl about his gloves and had the keys. It significantly increased the chances that he'd gotten away. Dean refused to entertain the thought that Sam was lying by the road, drained of blood. Better he was either caught by the same group—he and Dean working together would surely figure a way to get out of this mess. They'd been in worse spots—or had escaped and was now hunting for Dean. He was also quite sure Sam wouldn't let him live this down for months, if ever.

Dean finally managed to cut himself free of the ropes and the tarp.

Okay, now to find the trunk release. I'll have to figure out how to crosswire the sensor or they'll know when I pop the trunk. At least I hope this is a late enough model to have a trunk release in it. With some relief, he found it. He searched for the sensor wires next, knowing that he could use his knife and some of the wires from one of the tail lights for the crosswiring.

The sensor wires aren't even attached. Maybe my luck is changing. Of course, it's not going to do me a lot of good if we're booking down the road at 60 mph. Well, I can at least get a look as to where we are.

Gripping the latch so the trunk wouldn't fly open, he pressed the trunk release. Nothing happened.

Maybe it's jammed? he wondered and went to work on the latch. Several scraped fingers later, he thought he'd successfully jimmied it, but when he tried to get the trunk open, it wouldn't budge.

"Dammit," Dean cursed softly. "Okay, okay. Sidepanels can be thin. Maybe I bust through a section of one of them."

He ran his hands over the sidepanel near the wheel well and found that it, and any area he had a prayer of busting through, had been reinforced. This obviously wasn't the vampires' first rodeo. They knew what the hell they were doing. He slowly searched the trunk, hunting for anything that might be useful as a weapon. He found some water and peanut butter crackers that he refused to touch, but otherwise the trunk was empty. There was no jack, no tools, nothing. They'd taken his leather coat, belt knife and belt, wallet, cell phone, and the pocket knife in his jeans. He had his small two-inch blade, which wouldn't do crap against a vampire. All he could hope for was, when they opened the trunk, he could surprise them. He'd figure out a plan beyond running like hell when he saw where he was.

Two hours dragged by with hardly a change in speed except to make some turns here and there.

Crap, Dean thought. They don't have a local nest. That's going to make it a hell of a lot harder for Sam to track me. Well, they ought to stop sometime around dawn and hole up in some barn or something. That could be to my advantage. At least I probably won't be on their home turf. They may not know the area any better than I will.

He ran through several possible scenarios in his head, analyzing and altering every strategy he could devise. He could hear some laughter and talking in the car, but the conversations were hard to make out over the blaring radio. His best estimate was that there were four vamps in the car and at least one was male and one female.

He couldn't believe he'd been nailed by a vampire hunting party. Of all the damned irony.

It was another hour before the car slowed. Dean heard the crunch of gravel under the wheels and the ride got rough for the next few minutes. They were obviously on some sort of long drive. Maybe they had reached their nest. He wondered if that would be good or bad. Good that Sam would have better luck at tracking them, assuming Sam was still free, or bad that Dean was in their home territory and there would surely be more than just the four vamps from which to try to escape.

Dean situated himself, ready to leap out of the trunk, ready to jump at anything in front of him, and got ready to run.

He heard the slide of metal on metal and the trunk cracked open. Dean shoved it open the rest of the way and tackled the person in front of him. He rolled off of the person, got his feet under him, and started to run. He heard the crack of a gun and his thigh exploded in fire. His leg gave and he fell. He struggled to get back to his feet, trying to ignore the agony of his leg.

"I'll shoot you again, this time in the other leg," a man's voice said.

Dean froze and slowly raised his hands, staying where he sat. He looked back over his shoulder. A blond man held a 0.38 special on him. Dean's eyes watered as the pain in his leg crescendoed. He didn't think the bone had been hit, but he also wasn't sure he could put any real weight on the leg.

"Where's my brother?" Dean asked.

"He was more trouble than he was worth and worked up the hunting party's appetite. He was left back where they caught you. Of course he was left lacking several pints of blood."

"You son of a bitch," Dean seethed and again struggled to get up. "Where is he?" He finally managed to push himself to his feet. The leg with the gunshot wound sent ribbons of fire up and down his leg. He knew he wouldn't get more than a few steps before it gave out on him but he felt less vulnerable on his feet.

The dark-haired girl, Suzanne, walked up next to the blond man. "What do you think, Thompson? Doesn't he just look like he'll last for weeks?"

Thompson smiled and nodded, the gun still pointed at Dean. "And he'd got spirit. That ought to be fun to break." He then yelled, "Hey Kate, bring the chains. Looks like this one's going to need them"

"Where's my brother?" Dean demanded and struggled forward a step. Dean had to know if Sam had gotten caught or not. Thompson only laughed.

"You!" a woman screeched. Dean looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman charging him. He tried to turn, tried to brace himself, but she tackled him, knocking him to the ground and onto his wounded leg. The pain exploded in his leg and he hardly noticed the fists repeatedly hitting his face. The woman was dragged back by Suzanne and Janine.

"Where are the others?" she yelled at Dean.

Dean clawed through the pain as he tried to clear his vision and look at the woman Suzanne and Janine held.

"The other one got away," Janine told the woman. "Hell, he's probably still running, pissing his pants all the way home. The look on his face was just priceless when he saw my teeth."

The woman pulled herself free of Janine and Suzanne. "No! You idiots. They're hunters!"

The woman's familiar voice finally registered through Dean's pain-filled haze.

"Kate," he groaned softly. He wasn't just having a bad day. He was having the mother of all bad days.

"His father killed Luther!" Kate said, pointing an accusatory finger at Dean. She started to stalk forward but Suzanne grabbed her arm. "Let me go! He and his brother killed my family!"

"Calm down, Kate. Remember what Thompson's taught you."

Kate snarled at Suzanne but Suzanne flashed her teeth and backed her down. Kate gave a sullen nod and Suzanne released her.

"Yeah, quite a number that gun did on your boyfriend. Gonna do the same to you," Dean said and slowly pushed himself up to lean on one elbow. He was having trouble seeing out of his left eye; it was already swelling shut. It took all his concentration just to get through the pain and talk, but he decided it would be worth it. "My dad and brother will hunt your asses down. You all are in for a world of hurt." They didn't need to know that not only was his father dead, but that the vampire killing gun was gone.

Thompson's lips pursed as he studied Dean. "A hunter, eh? Well isn't that interesting," he said. "Charles!"

"Yeah," a man wearing Dean's leather jacket asked, coming out of the pre-dawn shadows.

"Tonight I want you and Janine to take the car. Since we have some hunters who will be looking for this one, why don't you take them on a merry little chase? Leave some discreet clues and keep them busy for as long as you can, but don't let them catch up to you."

Charles grinned. "Sounds like fun."

Kate turned to Thompson. "I want him. I want to make him pay."

Thompson glanced over at Suzanne, then his gaze returned to Kate. "Since he was Suzanne's catch, she gets to feed on him at least for a few days while you play with him. When she's done, well, he's all yours." He looked over at Suzanne who nodded her satisfaction with the deal.

"Oh, I'll keep him alive until he begs for death." She glared at Dean, picked up the chains from where she'd dropped them, then approached. Janine and Charles gripped Dean's upper arms and held him. He tried to pull away, but their grips were unbreakable and any movement of his leg was breath-taking anguish. Kate kicked him in his gunshot wound. Dean screamed, writhing in the vampires' grasps.

Kate fastened a shackle to each of Dean's wrists. Another vampire brought up a tree stump and gripped Dean's fingers and stretched his hand out, palm up, against the stump. Kate smiled at Dean and picked up a hammer and a large, two inch long pin, somewhat pointed on one end. His eyes widened and he tried to pull his hand free. She carefully placed the pin so it would go between the bones then she hammered it through his palm, delighting as he screamed. She fastened a ring through either ends of the pin, connected a chain to each ring, and then connected another chain from the ring to the shackle. She then did the same to the other hand.

She gave a nod to Charles and Janine as she took hold of the chains and dragged Dean toward the barn. The pins pulled against bone until it was torture, then the chains running from them to the shackles grew taut and the rest of Dean's weight was pulled by the shackles that bit painfully into the base of his hands. Dean tried to keep his wounded leg from bumping against the ground but everything became a blur of pain.

He clung with Winchester tenacity to the knowledge that his brother was alive and would be hunting for him. He vowed he'd do whatever it took to keep himself alive until Sam could get to him. Then he'd behead that bitch himself.