Author's note – I'm so sorry! It's been a long time and I'm a horrible person but I've finally finished Chapter six. Hope you enjoy. =D

Chapter Six

Sam and Adam spent the rest of the day watching over Dean. They continued to re-soak the towels around his arm but the burn just seemed to get worse, with huge, yellow blisters beginning to rise all over the crusty, reddened skin.

Dean stirred several times under their ministrations but didn't wake again until after nightfall.

Adam had fallen into an exhausted sleep next to his brother and Sam sat to his other side, watching them both as they slept and wondering for the hundredth time why he was doing this.

He ran a hand tiredly through his hair and over his face and when he looked back at Dean, he realised the man's now eyes were open and staring blearily up at him.

"Hi," Sam said, for lack of anything better to say.

Dean just scowled, turning his head slightly to see Adam sleeping soundly at his side, and then back to Sam again. He opened his mouth to say something but all that came out was a rasping croak.

"Hold on," Sam said, grabbing one of the bottles of water Adam had taken from the fridge a few hours earlier. He pressed the bottle of water to the man's lips and Dean lifted his head slightly to take a couple of sips before lying back down.

"Thanks," Dean breathed. He stared hard at Sam. "You're that vampire. The one that I fought. "

"I am."

"Adam said…you were on our side."

"He did."

"Are you?"

Sam considered for a moment. "I'm on my side." He decided.

Dean's scowl deepened. "Then why are you helping us?"

Sam scoffed and ran a hand through his hair again in agitation. "Honestly? I'm not sure. All I know is that you had the chance to kill me the other day and you didn't. I guess I felt I needed to return the gesture."

"Huh, who'd have thought saving a fang would actually work out in my favour."

It was Sam's turn to scowl. Being called 'fang' was really starting to grate on him. "It's just until you are well enough to travel. You're on your own after that."

Dean nodded. "Sounds fair. So what's your verdict, doctor, am I gonna' live?"

"Yeah, you're going to live. Your arm is pretty badly burned but you don't seem concussed anymore. That's a good sign."

"Can I see it? My arm?"

"Sure. I need to soak the towels again anyway. Hold still." Sam reached towards him and Dean immediately flinched back, recoiling away from Sam's outstretched hands.

Sam froze. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Right," Dean grunted. "Force of habit."

Sam reached out again, slowly this time, and began to gently unwrap the hunter's arm.

When the damage was uncovered, Dean hissed through his teeth.

"There wasn't a whole lot I could do for it. I'm sorry."

Dean let out a hard, humourless laugh and his eyes were suddenly angry. "You're sorry? You realise that you and your merry band of bloodsuckers just decimated an entire town, right? You don't give a damn about the people you killed. Good people, by the way. But you're sorry about my arm?"

Irritation flared within Sam. He was too tired and in too much pain to deal with this right now. He stood up in one fast, fluid motion, causing Dean to flinch again and Sam smirked darkly, before stalking out of the room to soak the bandages and get some much needed air.

When he reached the bathroom, he flipped on the light, flung the towels into the bathtub and turned on the taps.

"I hate hunters," he growled to himself as he stomped towards the window. He hadn't looked outside since the attack and the difference in the town was devastating.

The town had been more or less destroyed. Very few buildings had been left standing, most having been burned to the ground. Corpses littered the streets and the roads ran red in the soft rain that had begun to fall.

Feeling disgusted and more than a little guilty, Sam started to turn away when a flash of movement caught his eye. He stared hard at the area he had seen movement and his breath caught in his throat. There were people out there. Live people.

Sam watched in growing horror as a several dark figures crept through the rubble, moving ever closer towards the tavern.

Sam cursed. They must have seen the light turn on and come to investigate.

It was too dark to see if the figures were human or vampire but either would be bad news for him right now.

If they were vampires and they found out he was helping a hunter they would execute him. If they were human, they would want him dead on principle.

He raced back to the room where the two young humans rested, flinging open the door and grabbing his sword from the corner of the room.

"Wake up!" he called loudly and both Dean and Adam started, looking up in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Adam yawned.

"There are people outside."

That got their attention.

"Our people?" Dean asked.

"I don't know whose people they are." Sam snapped. "Adam, I need you to try and block the door. Use the other mattress or something. Your brother's knife is over there. If anyone comes in, use it."

"Where are you going?" Adam asked, face ashen.

"I'm going to go see who our visitors are."

"Don't kill them," Dean said suddenly. It sounded suspiciously like an order. "If they're human, don't kill them."

Sam nodded briefly but wasn't going to hold himself to it. If the visitors were in fact human then he would try his best to avoid confrontation. Mostly because that would mean he could just palm the injured hunter off on them and get back home, back to normalcy, but if they tried to kill him, he wouldn't hesitate to defend himself.

As he made his way downstairs, he heard the front door go and someone step inside. Sam stilled and listened.

He could hear the heartbeats of three men in the bar room, could hear their breathing and the harsh scent of stale sweat and old blood assaulted his nose. They were human alright.

Good, Sam thought, now all he had to do was get out of here unseen. He began to tread backwards, intent on getting back up the stairs and jumping out of a window but as he did, one of the stairs creaked under his weight.

"You hear that?" a voice whispered.

Sam completely dismissed the idea of being quiet as all three men bolted for the stairs.

He turned quickly and made a break for the bathroom, the window in there being plenty big enough for him to fit through, but he barely had his hand on the door handle when a gun shot rang out and Sam felt a bullet tear through his leg, right above his kneecap.

It felt a lot like it did when somebody kicked him in the back of knee, forcing his leg to fold and he gasped as his leg buckled beneath him.

Someone kicked the sword out of his grip whilst a pair of hands grabbed him by the back of the coat and pinned him up against the wall.

Sam couldn't move his arms but the man who had him made the mistake of standing too close in order to subdue him. Without a second's thought, he threw his head forward, crashing it against the man's nose, which crunched under the impact.

The man howled and instantly let go, throwing his hands over his nose, which was now gushing blood.

The other two men converged on him before he could run again, pressing him against the wall so hard the burns on his back started to feel as bad as they had that morning.

"Well, you sure are a fighter, huh?" The older of the men growled.

Sam just snarled in response, struggling to get free.

"Kubrick, tie the fang up already, would you?"

The man, whose nose he'd broken, stepped forward and pulled a length of cord from his coat as the other two men managed to turn Sam around and position his hands behind his back.

They tied his wrists together tight and then two of the men began to search through the rooms, leaving Kubrick behind with Sam.

"Any of your friends up here with you?" the hunter hissed in his ear.

Sam didn't reply, too preoccupied with breathing through the pain. This new position wasn't doing anything for his burns.

When the other men reached the room with Dean and Adam, it took them longer to push open. Adam really must have tried to barricade it shut. But eventually they managed to get in.

"Winchester!" The younger of the men exclaimed almost immediately.

"Walt? Gordon?" came Dean's muffled reply.

"Kubrick, get your ass in here. It's the Winchester boys." The older man called.

Kubrick muttered something unintelligible under his breath and then made his way over to the room, keeping a firm, bruising grip on Sam's arm.

Both Dean and Adam's eyes widened when they saw Sam but they didn't say anything.

"How are you even alive, boys? We were sure we were the only ones to get away," the older man asked.

"I hid in the wardrobe." Adam provided. "The vamps didn't find me."

Sam only just managed to stop himself from laughing. He knew that there had been someone in that wardrobe!

"I actually have the fang over there to thank." Dean said, surprising Sam and the other hunters. "He's the one who treated my injuries."

"That a fact?" the older man asked, glancing at Sam with dark eyes. "And why would you do that, I wonder?"

Sam just glared back, refusing to answer. He wasn't sure if human's had the same policy as vampires on sparing the life of an enemy and he had spent far too much time looking after him to land Dean in trouble now.

"I asked you a question, boy."

Sam still didn't reply and a fist suddenly slammed against his face.

"Answer me!"

"Gordon, stop!" Dean barked.

"He isn't like the others." Adam piped in. "This one's nice."

"Vampires aren't nice, kid, not without a reason." Kubrick said.

Gordon grabbed Sam's face and forced him to look at him. "What was your reason, huh? Because I certainly don't believe that you did it simply out of the kindness of your heart."

Sam wasn't sure how Gordon expected him to talk when his jaw was being crushed so he gave the hunter the only response he could make and spat in his face.

Gordon roared and raised his hand to hit him again when another hand grabbed hold of the arm, stopping it mid-swing.

"I said stop." Dean said.

Sam repressed the urge to tell him to lie back down.

The young hunter looked terrible. His eyes were glazed and his face was frighteningly pale as he stared Gordon down.

"This fang saved my life. Let's just let him go so we can get out of here."

Gordon let go of Sam's face and looked at Dean like he had just sprouted an extra head.

"Let him go? Are you out of your mind? The moment he gets back to his nest, he tells them we are alive and they come after us again."

Sam decided it was time to finally speak up. "I wouldn't tell them. If I did, they would only kill me for helping out a hunter."

"Shut up," Gordon snapped.

"See?" Dean pressed. "He won't say anything."

"No," Gordon said, voice hardening. "He's a vampire and we don't let vampires go. I don't care if he saved you. He attacked our town. He slaughtered innocent people. We either kill him or we take him with us. Since you care so much, I'll let you decide."

Dean's gaze flickered to Sam and Sam kept his face as neutral as possible.

He honestly wasn't sure which option he preferred at that moment. He didn't want to die but he was also certain that being kept alive under Gordon's care was going to be unpleasant, to say the least.

After a long moment, Dean sighed. "We take him with us."