Summary: Sam and Dean escape Dracula. Trouble ensues as it always inevitably does with these two...

Word was "worship."

AN: Thank you to everything who's read or reviewed this story! It is truly inspiring and very appreciated!


"So, Samuel Winchester...whatever shall I do with you and your...brother?"

"For starters, you can let us go so I can kick your ass." Dean's voice startled them both.

Sam and Dean's eyes met. Wait a second. Did Dean just wink at him? What the hell was he up to?

Dracula floated over toward Dean who met his gaze with his challenging hazel eyes.

The Romanian smirked, his fangs showing as he lovingly traced the side of Dean's face. Sam tensed as he watched the interaction.

"Hmmm...no fear. Surely you are aware of whose house you now inhabit?" Dracula said as he continued to gently trace the elder Winchester's face.

Dean smiled, but said nothing.

Dracula eyed the curious creature in front of him. The elder brother held no fear in his eyes and he could discern nothing from his facial expression. Most interesting.

"In the days of old, you mortals came to me and worshipped the very ground I walked on. I then bestowed my gift upon my devout followers. They became my Chosen."

Sam didn't like where this was heading.

"These Children of mine were very special. They were special like you Dean. My gift made them better. I can make you better Dean. All you have to do is let me."

Sam really didn't like the direction this conversation was going.

Dean stared at Dracula for a long moment before he said the words that Sam never would have thought he'd ever say.

"I'll join you. But only one condition: You let Sam go and you don't harm him."

Sam's eyes widened in shock and horror. "No! Dean! NO! Don't you do this! Don't you dare do this to me!" Sam yelled, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

Dean did not look at him.

Dracula smiled and nodded. "As you wish. Your brother will be released and I will not harm him. You have my word."

Sam couldn't believe his ears; Dean had just made a deal with the devil. And Sam knew why: him. He was the reason that Dean would ever stoop to the level he had.

Sam tried one last time to gain Dean's attention. "Dean! Please! Think about this! What would Dad say?!" Sam yelled desperately as Dracula set about unshackling him.

He saw Dean flinch slightly, and the words Sam was going to continue to shout got stuck in his throat at Dean's penetrating look.

The look in his eyes screamed "trust me."

Sam stared and then nodded, lowering his head.

Dracula noticed none of their by-play and soon Sam found himself free and being led none too gently from the room by another vampire that had suddenly appeared.

True to his word, Sam found himself outside of the decrepit house in a matter of minutes. The other vampire had given him a look of hunger but had refrained from attacking much to Sam's surprise. The unnamed vampire had simply melted back into the shadows and disappeared.

He looked around and took off running.

He didn't get very far when a sudden explosion knocked him off his feet and threw him to the ground.

After a moment of disorientation, Sam heard footsteps and angry shouts echo out across the woods.

"What did you do?" Sam yelled as he ran along-side his brother.

"Now is really not the time for a share and care Sammy!" Dean said back and together the brothers burst from the gloomy woods onto the side of the freeway.

"Where's the Impala?!" Sam asked, breathing a little hard.

Dean frowned and pointed. Up ahead, on the other side of the road was Dracula and the mysterious vampire servant that Sam had met earlier along with several Shadow Dogs.

Behind them was the Impala.


Sorry, I can't help it really; leaving you all with cliffhangers. It seems to be the highlight of my life at the moment. Hopefully the cliffies are making you want to read more and not less...anyway, thank you for reading!