A/N: Let me start by begging for forgiveness. Chapter 4 came out...correct me if I'm wrong...May 14th. I won't bother with the very long story of why I haven't written; though the key words are sleep away camp. And now, here is chapter 5. Please read and review!
Even before the alarm clock broke the silence of early morning, Sam was awake.
When it began to shriek, he wasted no time in leaping out of bed. Sam ripped his jacket off a chair and stuffed his feet into shoes Dad crawled out of the motel bed and slammed his hand down on the alarm clock before he got ready. A tense silence surrounded the relatives as they prepared for the unexpected. And when they left the motel, heading for the car with grim expressions plastered on their faces, the tense silence remained.
Sam cleared his throat. "Okay, so basically, we need to find a worse of phrase that triggers Dean back to his human side, than smuggle him out?"
"Suppose so," Dad muttered. Even Sam could tell his father was anxious to get to Salvation and didn't actually think this morning trip was going to do any good. They key turned and the engine roared to life. "Sam . . . listen. I know you think that I don't care about Dean. I do. And I'll do whatever it takes to get him back--you just got to understand that we're so close . . ."
"It's okay." It was too early in the morning for a father-son moment; besides, Sam didn't believe a word his father was saying. Dad let the subject drop and continued to drive to the old clearing, one they were beginning to know very well. The trip on foot between the clearing and the barn took no time at all, just running, a quickened heart, and worry.
The vampires were basically in the same places as before. He slowly and quietly made his way over to where Dean had been last time.
Except Dean wasn't there.
Which would be okay, if it wasn't for the fact that Dean was no where to be found. "In here," Dad whispered, pointing to a door they hadn't checked yet. Sam and Dad quietly slipped into the darkness of that room. And by darkness, he meant darkness. It was pitch black, and the silence seemed deadly. But out of the fog of silence, came a sharp noise.
The door slowly closing behind them.
The lights flickered twice, than off once more. Only enough for Sam to get a glance of another vampire in the room. A girl. Kate. Speaking in an even and icy tone, she explained, "Don't move. Not unless you want Dean to be destroyed. Don't move until I tell you that you can. One move, just one, and he's dead. Is that clear?" A long pause before Dad answered.
"It's clear."
"Sammy?"
"Yeah." And don't call me Sammy, he silently added.
The lights turned on, and this time, they stayed on. But the sight in front of Sam almost made him wish that he had remained in the darkness of the room.
Dean was chained to the wall. His head was bowed down, but when Dean raised it, an insane hunger covered his face. It wasn't Dean. This...this thing was an animal crazy with a hunger, a thirst. This wasn't Dean.
"Your dear Dean hasn't had a thing to drink since his first taste of blood. And new vampires need a constant flow of blood. Dean here, he isn't doing so well without blood. But that's okay, because I brought him two vessels that are full of warm, rich blood." She whispered a few words in Dean's ear. He nodded in agreement. Then Kate broke the chains, allowing Dean to fall down. Then he stood, a smile playing on his lips, as he waited. Kate stepped into the doorway and gripped the handle of the door. "And do realize, if he doesn't get blood from you two, we'll just leave him in here, where eventually he'll half die. Dean would be unable to move from weakness. He'd just lay here, with only his mind and a horrible pain, a horrible hunger, for the rest of eternality. I'll be leaving now. You two can move."
The door closed, and was locked.
Dean suddenly pounced, aiming for Sam. Sam scrambled to the side as Dean lunched again, this time managing to pin Sam down. His animals were incredibly animal like for a vampire. Agile, but animal like. Dean twisted Sam's head and was forcing teeth onto his neck. But Sam wasn't going to allow the death to come. Sam punched the left side of Dean's face. Dean fell back; just long enough for Sam to get to his feet. Where the fuck was Dad?
Dad had left Sam to fend for himself, trusting Sam compactly for once. He was grabbing the chains from the wall and tugging them over.
"Knock him out!" Dad ordered. Dean reached his arms out to pin Sam, but Sam used his owns arms to hold him off. They stayed like that for a moment, hands touching, before Dean shoved him. Sam let go before he smashed into a wall. Than he grabbed Dean's shoulders, twisted him around, and slammed his head into the wall. Not hard enough for pain, just hard enough to knock him out. Dean fell to the floor with a thump.
Dad wrapped the chains around Dean and secured them, so Dean was prisoner once more in the tiny room. They spent the ten minutes it took Dean to wake up discussing possible trigger words.
When Dean woke, he thrashed against the lock, glowering at his relatives with a crazy thirst.
"DEAN!" Sam cried desperately, since it had worked last time. It didn't work this time.
Dad took charge, trying all the words they thought could possible help: Dean, Sam, John, Jess, Demon, Cassie, Broken, Cult, Fire, and Lawrence, Kansas...
"Dean," Sam whispered. "Don't become the thing you once hunted." Sam wasn't sure what word did it, but suddenly Dean snapped out of it.
He knit his eyebrow together, looked from side to side, and then at the chains wrapped around him.
"Damn it," were Sam's brothers first words. "God damn it!"
"Let's untie him-" Sam said as he reached down to untangle the chains.
"Wait." Dad stepped forward and looked Dean in the eyes. "We're going to bring you back home. We'll get you something to drink, but you have to stay in control. Do you hear me? You have to stay in control."
Dean smiled. "It's what I do best." Sam didn't point out how completely false this statement had become; he just nodded and unwrapped Dean. Dean stumbled to his feet and nearly fell back down.
"You okay?" Sam asked. Dean put a hand on the wall, than ripped it off right away.
"Just a little dizzy," he muttered. Dad grimaced, and looked around the room.
"That window. The small one in the right corner. If we could pry it open, I bet we could sneak out."
Only a moment later Dad had somehow opened the window. Dean stepped forward first, but Dad stopped him and motioned for Sam to lead the way. Sam could see the anger in Dean's eyes building at not being trusted. That wasn't good. They had to keep him calm, keep him human.
Sam managed to get through, and the older members of the family squeezed through the opening in the wall as well. Sam slowed down his pace until his Dad caught up. Than he whispered, hoping Dean wouldn't even notice the action: "Now what?"
Dad didn't answer. Just kept walking. Just kept walking in silence until they reached the motel. And only inside the motel with Dean on the armchair and Sam standing unsure did he open his mouth.
"I need to get to Salvation. ASAP." Oh, God. They finally get Dean back but his mind is still on a town miles away. Dad must have sensed Sam's reaction, because he added, "A woman is going to die, Sam, unless we stop this. We can stop it and end it, but we need to get to Salvation."
"So let's go," Dean suggested.
"I don't know if you should come--the way you are..." Dad slowly answered. The anger was still building...
"I'm still Dean! They haven't deleted who I am!" Dean yelled.
"Your not...the same person. I know you want to be, but as of now, your not." Dean froze his face completely blank and masked.
"Whatever," he mumbled.
"I'm going to head to the hospital...get Dean some blood. You're in charge, Sammy," Dad ordered as he left. The motel was thrown into silence.
"I need some air," Dean said, leaping to his feet.
"I dunno, Dean."
"I'll be back soon," Dean insisted as he raced out, slamming the door behind him, sending Sam into complete isolation.
Sam sighed and grabbed a coke. But the taste was too sharp. It didn't taste right. Nothing tasted right. The light bulb providing most of the light in the room flickered. Sam reached out a hand and knocked it until it stayed on. He reached for the book he'd been reading. It's an okay book, Sam decided, but the writing could improve. He began to flip to his page.
Then something hard hit him on the head. There was a terrible pain and blood on his hands and a presence in the room and then darkness covered the confusion.