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DISCLAIMER Supernatural belongs to the CW. I only own the plot. Reference to "Something Wicked". Hey btw, I'm lookin' for two stories by the same author that had a character named Chester that had kidnapped Sam after he ran away because he thought it was his son Tommy.
Dean was silent as he followed John. He hadn't even popped in one of his cassette tapes. He blew out a breath, his fingers drummed on the wheel, and his brows furrowed in concern. He had no idea what could be happening to Sammy, but he instinctively knew it wasn't good. Those vampires could be doin' anything to him. And with Dad pressin' him to talk, the young hunter wasn't sure how long he could go without cracking. And he couldn't let that happen. He---he didn't want Dad knowing. Him knowing about Sammy was bad enough, but if Dad ever found out how weak he had been…how he had failed Sammy…he'd never be able to look at him again. It'd be like the Shtriga incident, only worse. And he just couldn't let that happen. As John made his way down the road, his mind wandered. Something was up with Dean, but he couldn't put his finger on it. However, he was sure it was connected to Lyle. I know what Sammy told me, but did he do it to Dean too? the man wondered. He sighed and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. Oh boys, why didn't you just tell me? he wondered. Well, Sammy had, but it was obvious that he hadn't meant to. The man's eyes clouded. He wasn't sure what to say to his boys. How do I even apologize? John wondered. What was he going to do? He just wanted Sammy safe. He just wanted his boy back. Then, he realized that they had reached the nest. He pulled the truck into park and Dean followed suit. Back at the vampire's lair, Sam panted. He had long since been chained up again. However, this time, Kate had shackled him to a cot. The hunter struggled against his bonds and bit back a cry as the rope bit into his wrist. As his blood touched the ropes, Kate walked in and inhaled deeply. Such a wonderful smell. And the way he trembled under her touch---it was exhilarating. She smirked as she walked up to him.
"Sammy," she called. Sam's eyes flashed. He hated being called that. "Sammy, are you up?" she queried. Sam flinched at the familiar question. Kate grinned as she trailed her finger over his chest. She could feel his fear and that made what she was about to do all the sweeter. Sam panted laboriously. No. No, please, he thought to himself. He didn't want to go through this again. He just couldn't take it. Please. Somebody find me, he thought to himself. The vampire smirked and leaned into the hunter. He moaned.
"Please…don't," he whispered.
"Ssssshhhhhhhh. Not a word," she murmured. Sam groaned as he felt her weight on top of him.
"No," he whimpered. Katie chuckled and sunk her teeth into his neck. Just then, the door burst open!