I'm very sorry, I had some issues with my computer and I reposted this chapter, but it posted something else instead, so I'm reposting it for the second time.
A/N Yeah . . . I'm making it longer, which I wanted to do all a long (I just wanted to make sure it was worth it.) Here's chapter number two. I still don't own Sam, Dean, or Supernatural. (Or M&m's) Reviews make my day!
John Winchester watched his youngest son carefully.
John always watched his sons. If he wasn't watching them, who knows what might get them? It had taken a lot of worry to send Dean on his first hunt alone, let alone wonder how Sam was at college. His life was about watching--making sure they came to no harm.
"Sam? You want to come in the truck with me?" John was taking a risk there--taking Sam with him on a car ride. But maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't fight this time. Hell, John didn't care if they even talked. He just wanted Sam there.
"Sure," Sam answered, openly surprised.
As they neared the cars, John hollered over his shoulder, "Dean, you take the Impala--Sam and I are taking my car." There was no response. "Dean!"
As John turned the car key in the lock, he looked behind him. Where the hell was Dean?
"Where'd he go?" Sam asked. If I know, would I be looking? John found himself thinking.
But after a few minutes, it became clear that looking wouldn't help. A horrible dread grew in the pit of his stomach. John knew he asked aloud where Dean could be, but deep down he knew. He gripped the car door as if it kept him from spiraling up into the sky.
"The vampires!" Sam whispered.
"The vampires," John quietly confirmed. It was the last quiet moment before all hell broke loose.
The vampire dangled a vial of warm, human blood in front of him. It memorized him as she slowly swung her hand back and forth. Dean wanted it, so unbelievably bad. And that's what disgusted him, even more than the blood. She drew back in hand, cradling it in her arms. Swishing her hips from side to side, she sat down Indian style across from Dean.
"I got your breakfast, baby," she whispered. Carefully, as if holding a bomb, the vampire placed the bottle between herself and Dean. Dean lifted his hand as if to swipe at it, push it away, but he couldn't bear to see the blood flowing away from him. A voice whispered in his head to just take it . . . you're already a vampire . . . there's no turning back . . . drink it . . .
"Sorry," Dean forced himself to say with a cocky grin. With a shaky hand, he brought out a bag of m&m's from inside his jacket pocket. But even the thought of the chocolate melting in his mouth couldn't replace the vial of fresh liquid . . .
"Go ahead. Try it," she spat. Dean took a blue m&m out of the half empty bag and popped it into his mouth. It tasted like dirt, a horrible sickening taste. Dean tried to force it down his throat, but it kept popping back into his dry mouth. Finally, he spit it out.
And the vampire girl just laughed and laughed.
"This is your chocolate now." She stood and kicked the vial over to him, clearly bored by this game. She turned to the door, crossing the room with long, pale legs. "Until we can trust you, we'll keep you locked up in here." Right before the vampire closed the door to Dean's freedom, she added, "I'll never forgive you for his death. Try not to make things worse for yourself."
Dean sat on the cold floor of the small room for three, long minutes. His humanity seemed to be slowly slipping away . . . breathing deeply, he tried to think of Dad--the dad who only barks orders at you, who criticizes how you care for a car instead ofappreciating you, the dad who destroyed your childhood-- and Sam--the brother who never appreciates you, who left you for college, who left you like everyone else . . . like everyone else . . . Dad and Sam aren't even coming back for you . . .
Dean snatched up the vial of blood and gulped it down.
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