The Usual Disclaimer: I don't own Sam OR Dean, I just borrow them. :P

They were in the car and had been for most of the day. Sam had been lying back and was looking out the window when he spoke.

"Hey Dean?"

Dean jumped, startled. "Gosh! Yeah?"

"After that night, did you ever see a vampire thing like her again?"

Dean thought, what could he say? He didn't know what she was. "Sam, I don't even know what she really is."

That answer didn't satisfy Sam, Dean didn't answer the question! "You didn't answer. Well, did you?"

Dean looked at his brother inquisitivly for a seconf before turning his attention back to the road.
"No, I've only came across that one. I've looked up where she's been since then but I have no clue. I mean it's not like I know her name, where she is or even WHAT she is."

"Hmm..." Sam thought, he turned in his seat to look at his brother. "Okay I've changed my mind. I want to get that thing. I don't want to go on some aimless road trip. Besides I was just look for some stories to check out while we were there anyways."

Dean smirked and took a quick look at Sam, always busy, he always had to be doing something.

"Uhh.. No sam. I don't think we should, I don't know. The last time I looked for her I got hurt, bad." He quickly relized that said too much and quickly thought that he should shut his trap.

Sam looked over at his brother with a mixture of anger, protectiveness and worry in his eyes.
"Wait! You didn't tell me the whole story?! Did you look for her again? Why? When?!"

Dean huffed. " I was 16, tired of being angry, of hurting you and it was affecting everything. I was filled with a hell-bent will of hate, I was ready to kill her for polluting my mind with her shit." He shut up, hoping Sam wouldn't say anything else but, lo and behold he did.

"So, what happend?" Sam was interested in knowing when this happend and just where had he been when this happend?

Dean knew that his brother wouldn't ever quit hounding him so he decided to buck up and tell him.

"Okay, Okay, I'll tell you..." Dean pulled the car over and stopped the car, this would take a while and he had a feeling it'd be crazy. Dean turned toward Sam in his seat.
"Alright, I went to go find the vamp. I had been looking for her and had convinced Dad to leave us at the house while he went away on a job. So, I took the Impala and found her. She was near those same woods, she had known I was coming.

"I knew you would come. You have been in turmoil for sometime now." She smiled in the darkness of the shadows.

Dean looked towards her direction, she stepped toward him into the light. He looked her up and down, She was tall with dark brown hair that was long to her lower back and was so dark that it was almost black. She had white blond and fire red highlights in it.
She was wearing a blood red and black corset top that laced up the front. Long black pants that were tight but not slutty, combined with her black heavy combat boots and her long black cape-like coat.
She was one nice lookin demon.

"Who are you" It wasnt posed as a question it was a demand from Dean.

"That matters not, you only want to know why I said what I did, and if Sam will ever love you."

How does she know this? Is it obvious? Can she read minds? Would sam ever love him? Is it wrong?

She took advantage of the silence that Dean provided. She stepped toward him, reached out and touched his face gently. She looked at him with a cold, calculating look on her face.

"Dean" she whispered-not -so-softly "You should know by now that Sam will never love you in the way you want." Her voice got louder with every beat "Look what you've done to his! He is no longer innocent. He is damaged goods now. Your rage has dont that to him. He cannot ever love you now, brother or not. You humans with your emotions. It's weakness! Humans show weaknesses through emotions. Its despicable. You are weak. Humans are weak. It makes me sick."
With that she spit on the ground. She stepped back away from Dean. He raised the gun. She laughed.

"Ha! Your think that you, nothing more than human, a mortal, can kill me? Do you see what your emotions have done to you humans? You can't even think straight. I thought you wanted to know wht I said what I did. Do you?"

Dean was surprised. She had a point about the emotionalweakness thing. He nodded.

She continued.

"Well, as for why. Isn't it what you wanted to hear? You despise him. Just for being born when you were old enough to understand how your mother died. You just didn't realize it at the time, until I uhh... helped? you on your path to enlightenment." The last statement seem to be mocking but he didn't pay attention.
She went on.

"Anyways, I am a 'monster' as your kind call me. We do bad things, sow bad seeds. So what? You humans do the same thing. How come you're not killing them?"

Dean opened his mouth to answer. She slapped him, she hated being interrupted.
"Do not inturrupt me. That was a rhetorical question." She kept on. "So, sometimes plans backfire, it has before. Well, once or twice. I could have just fucked up your life forever." She smiled a cruel smile.
"We are known for being mischievious, I am a vampanye, we are like regular vampires but crueler, meaner, and sadistic. You don't need to know anymore."

Dean tried to shoot her when she stopped talking but, she moved before he could and her movements were so fast and fluid that he didn't see her. She pushed him hard and fell backwards. He was sprawled on his back up against a tree.

"One more thing Dean Winchester. I am no fool. I know your kinda, better than you do in all probability. I know those like you, you all think alike."

She saw saw the look of anger and disbelief in his eyes and decided to cut out his heart with a rusty spoon. She leaned towards him, her face an inch away from his own.

"You are a fool, an angry one at that. Angry fools are stupid and can't control your temper. Why do you think Sam can't stand to be around you? Why can't he look you in the eye? Why won't he touch you?
I know why. You disgust huim." She poked his chest hard with her long pointed fingernails with those last three words. Those hit him hard and she knew it. She held him down by the shoulders up against the tree.
"You have done the unimaginable to him, you are now lower than the dirt. You will never be of any worth to him now. You have huty him in so many ways, you have hurt him, mentally, verbally, spritually and most of all physically. You've killed him."

Dean's mind was reeling. What was going on? Did he really kill sam inside like she said? He tried to speak as she stood upright.
"I- I uhh don't... but, it's all your fault! You made me do it all!"

"Did I?" she asked, she kicked him in the chest hard. Dean wasn't expecting that, he doubled over in pain.

"I don't remember being there." She stated as she punched him in the face a couple times.
She punched his stomach and then stopped suddenly. Dean thought maybe it was over.

"No such luck." She said. She dragged a long nail over theskin on his face down to his neck leave a light, but long cut. It started bleeding. She used her nails like razor blades, she slit a cut down his shirt ripping it a little. She pulled out a knife from her belt, opened his shirt and cut a think line down his chest.
Dean tried to struggle away.
She leaned over down towards his ear and whispered in his ear "You move and I'll slit your throat"

His wound started bleeding, oh how she loved the smell of blood. She licked it off him, against his will he moaned, it slipped out. She smirked and licked the blood off his face, down his chest and stopped right about the waistband of his pants.
She sat up slightly, crouched over him she grabbed him through his pants hard "You don't deserve a dick after what you've done." She twisted her hand causing him to whimper.

"You... are a bitch" He said through strangled breaths.

She stood up over him letting go of him in the process.

"You've decided to insult me? How smart."
She kicked him in the ribs and as he tried to get up she shoved him up against a tree and punched his gut a couple times before slapping him as hard as she could leaving huge bruises and scratches that were bleeding profusly.
He looked up at her and stood his ground. He could stand this, he had no choice. He wished she'd stop, but instead he opened his mouth again.

"I've had worse. You son of a bitch."

She looked at him indifferently, "I am no son, I am a daughter, and she was not a bitch! She was a queen. You are the bitch, look at you. You wish you could beg for mercy but you know I'd never listen, you are powerless. You should be bowing to me."

Before he could move she circled around him and kicked him behind his knees forcing him to fall down on his knees in front of her. She smiled. Yet she heard "I will NEVER bow to you. You are nothing but a stupid whore."

She reached down, grabbed his face and pulled it up toward her direction. She looked down at him. "You will regret that." Before he knew what happend he had ropes tied around him and he was standing between two trees strung up like some kind of.. prisoner.

She pulled out her whip from her belt, it was long, black leather, and thin at the ends which hurt more. She was very good with a whip. First, she gave him a chance to repent, he refused so she ripped off his shirt and started. She flicked his chest a couple times just so he could feel the sting, he tried to writhe away from her reach but couldn't get away from the ropes. It left a red welt on his chest, he wondered if he could endure the rest.

With every hit Dean wondered how he had gotten in this situation, he thought about how to get out and saw no way, he had no weapon or anything. He'd just have to wait until she got tired of him. He tried not to cry out, he didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing him give in.

She continued to leave large welts down his back, finally after what seemed lik forever she let the whip hang at her side and reached forward toward his back. She held the whip with her left hand and reached out to touch his back with her right. She ran her hand down his back feeling the skin that had risen up from the welts, the heat radiated off him.
Dean moaned and tried to get away from her hand.
She wouldn't let him, but, she decided that she should let him go before she really did something bad.

She walked over to face his chest and before letting him go she decided to get his chest. She saw the wound from her knife earlier, she slapped the whip right over it making it bleed once more.

Dean hissed "Stop."

"Beg me." She stated.

He shook his head, not knowing how much more he could take. She flicked the whip over his chest a couple times leaving random welts over his chest and stomach area. Then she pulled the knife out of the holster on her belt again and dragged it over his chest over the welts, drawing blood from them. She leaned forward and licked some of the blood off of a couple.
Dean tried no to think about it, for some weird reason it felt.. different. He guessed it was just teenage hormones and while he was distracted all the sudden he felt a sting of pain again, she had slapped his face.
Her long sharp fingernails were painted the color of blood and in turn had drawn blood from his face and neck.

"Stop" He cried.

"Beg." she replied.

"Please stop, Please" he begged.

Suddenly without warning and to Dean's surprise the vampanye stopped beating him. She was looking at her handiwork. She let the ropes go seeing the rope burns on his wrists from struggling so hard. She looked at him, he was crying but not so much. She'd done what she needed to to break him. He was hurt, physically and mentally, not quite matching his brothers memory but good enough. She laughed mirthlessly.

"You are weak. Your brother had endured worse for 2 years now, how much longer will it continue? I Do not think that it matter anymore, the damage had already been done. It is beyond repair. I am done here, for now."
The Vampanye turned to leave.

Dean was thinking, I'll kill her one day when I get stronger and more experienced maybe. I can't let her get away with this.
He stood up. She whiled around causeing him a look of surprise and backed up.
She leaned in towards him and said "Oh and Dean? If you ever try to look for me again to kill me you better hope you're able to do it and quickly. Haha.. or I will finish what I've started here tonight, got it?"

She turned and bounded away faster than he could see.

Sam listened and didn't say a word until Dean was finished. What was he suposed to say? He couldn't believe it all. He thought hard for a few minutes, while his brother looked at him worried and waiting for an answer.

"Wait. Yeah, I remember that night, you said that you got in a fight with some animal or something. I help you clean the cuts on your face and arms so that dad wouldn't get mad.

Dean scratched his head for a second. "Yeah... About that. Sam?"

Sam turned, "Yeah?"

"I lied that night."

"I thought so."

Dean ruffled Sam's hair and pulled him into a hug. It was pretty awkward considering their position so Dean turned sideways and Sam turned his body to face him. Sam looked up at him, and he kissed Dean's cheek, with his hands around Dean's neck. Sam leaned in towards Dean, and Dean moved his face to catch Sam's lips into a proper kiss. A slow one that was slightly hard, the both of them could feel the need of the other through it. After a minute Dean pulled back and looked Sam in the eyes.

"I love you Sam winchester"

"and I love you Dean" came his reply.

Sam kissed Dean again, Dean mumbled "Chick flick" and they both laughed into their kiss.

A/N: Haha.. I know the last 2 end pretty fluffy but I can't help it.. The next chapter has too much in it to start it here and this one is like maybe the longest I've done so far, tho Im not sure.
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It gets BETTER in the next chapter, it answers questions that by now you've been wondering like: Who's the she-vamp-thing?, What is she?, Where'd she come from? AND What does she have against Sam and Dean?

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