Warning- This story is rated M, for erotic content. The story deals with an adult psychic vampire obsessed with a teenage Sam Winchester, and due to the erotic nature of her feedings on a young Sam we felt the need to warn you.

This story is co-written by Sendintheclowns.

Every Breath You Take – Chapter Three

Heather was happy, and it was a wonderful feeling. It was the first time in a year that she had actually been happy. The last year had been a hard one. She had been completely cut off by her father, and had to fend for herself for the first time in her life.

She had thought her luck had changed when shortly after being cut off from Daddy's financial support, she had met Tom. He was the first mortal that had made her happy, and he was somewhat wealthy. Wealthy enough that she could live a life of leisure and feed while Tom was at work.

Her happiness had come to an abrupt end when Tom came home early from work and discovered her feeding on another man. She had tried to explain, but Tom called her a whore and then a freak. He left her alone crying in misery. Everything Tom had said echoed her father's words to her during their last fight. Slowly her misery turned to hate, and later that evening she found Tom at a local hotel, and in a fit of rage fed off of him until she had taken all of his life force.

Heather had loathed herself after that, and swore she would never take another person's life. It had been hard trying to get her life back on track, with the two people that she cared for most in this world dead to her. Because though her father was alive, she could never see them being family again. She was truly alone.

Tom had her sign a pre-nuptial agreement, but had left her the apartment building and a little money, so for the first time in her life, Heather had actually had to work for living. She was going to college and starting to feel independent. It was scary at first but now she was starting revel in the freedom.

The "Wilson" family moving into her building had been icing on the cake so to speak. She couldn't believe her luck. She was now elated over her newest conquest, Sam. He was delightful, and so unlike anyone she had ever fed on before. At first she thought it was because of his youth and innocence, but as she had fed she was shocked at his untapped psychic powers. He was going to be a truly powerful psychic when he came into his abilities, and he was going to be hers. She had decided that she had to have him no matter what, he was too delectable to pass up.

Heather was amazed at how smoothly everything had gone with the first feeding. The fact that Sam was healing up from a hunt made him passing out so plausible. She could tell that she now had John's trust, but she was still not so sure about Dean. After watching Dean care for his brother, she could tell that he was definitely Sam's protector. If she was to get closer to Sam, she would need to gain his trust.

Looking over at her kitchen table, she spied Sam's algebra book and calculator and smiled. Tomorrow she would just have to return those items, and have a little chat with Dean. She knew if she played her cards right, she would have the older brother eating right out of her hands.

-0-

It had been a rough night for Dean. His brother passing out had really scared the crap out of him. He was so sure that Sammy was on the mend, and he cursed himself for not noticing that his brother was still so weak. Sam had sworn that he was okay when they got back to the apartment, and that he was just tired.

It had really worried Dean when Sam went straight to bed and immediately conked out. Dean had turned in telling himself that he was tired too, but the truth was that he really just wanted to watch over his brother. A restless night of sleep had drained Dean, but he was happy that his brother seemed much better when he awoke that morning.

Dean followed his brother downstairs after they had both showered and dressed, and they found their Dad had actually made some breakfast.

"Hey Sammy, how you feeling this morning, son?" John had asked as Dean and Sam entered the kitchen.

"I'm fine sir. I'm really not sure why I passed out last night, but I'm good now." Sam replied got a plate from the cabinet and filled it with eggs, bacon and toast.

"I'm glad to hear it, and I'm glad to see you have an appetite this morning." John replied as he refilled his coffee mug and sat down at the kitchen table.

Sam smiled and nodded.

Dean was happy to see his brother eat too, it was a good sign. Dean poured himself some coffee to go with his plate that was piled full of food and joined his family at the table.

Dean took a sip of coffee, and spoke. "So Dad, what's the plan for the day?"

"I'm gonna head out and do some research on the next hunt. I want you to stay here and finish unpacking, and if you have time you can see if Heather needs some help." John finished and looked at Dean for a response.

"Yes sir. I can handle that." Dean answered.

"Um, Dad shouldn't I enroll in school today?" Sam asked in a quiet unsure voice.

"Sam, I've been thinking about it, and you should probably take a week off before enrolling. We can't have you passing out in school. Just take it easy today, maybe when I get back you can help me with research, okay?" Dean could tell his Dad was waiting for Sam's rebuttal, and to be honest so was Dean. When it didn't come both men were in shock.

"Yes sir. I guess I can wait a week." Sam replied quietly. Dean knew by the tone that Sam was not happy but not up to arguing the point and that worried Dean. If Sam was up to snuff he would have argued a blue streak with their Dad.

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True to his word, John had headed out after breakfast to do some research. Dean was relieved to see him go, it would be nice to have some down time with his brother. He had just finished unpacking the last box, and was going to join his brother on the couch to watch TV when there was a knock at the door.

Dean opened it and to his surprise, Heather, the apartment manager was on the other side, dressed in a tight white t-shirt and jeans. Dean was caught at a loss for words.

"Hi Dean. I made some cookies, and thought I'd bring some over and share with you and Sam. I also have his book and calculator." Heather held a plate of cookies balanced on top of the school book.

"Thanks, please come in." Dean enjoyed the view as he motioned Heather to place the plate on the kitchen table and to have a seat.

"So Dean is your brother feeling better?" Heather asked as she sat down at the table.

Dean stared her down. He was attracted to her, no doubt about it, but he wasn't sure he trusted her.

"Um, yeah, he's much better. Dad is keeping him home from school this week to be on the safe side." Dean replied giving her a slight smile.

"That sounds like a good idea. So Dean, I have a bit of a problem, and you seem like just the type of guy to take care of it for me." Heather reached over and took Dean's hand in hers.

Dean's eyes lit up as he answered, "Uh, what seems to be the problem?'

"Well you see, my husband passed away two months ago. He had a high stress job and a heart attack took him quite suddenly. Anyway, he always took care of the manly stuff for me, and now I'm truly struggling." Heather's eyes were watery like she was fighting the tears.

It was at this moment that Dean felt like a cad. All he could think about since meeting her was what a fine piece of ass she was, and ignoring the fact that she was a grieving widow. He now understood why his Dad had felt the need for them to be neighborly.

"I-I, truly am so sorry for your loss, Ma'am." Dean replied quietly.

"Oh, thank you Dean. But please call me Heather. I hate to ask you this but your Dad said you were good with your hands. I was wondering if you could help me fix some of the things that my renters are complaining about?" Heather removed her hand from Dean's and reached in to her right back pocket and produced a list and handed it to Dean.

Dean took the list and sighed, most of it was easy stuff like replacing cabinet handles and squeaky doors. It wasn't a long list and would probably only take a few hours. In fact if he started them right away, he probably would have it all done by the time his dad got back. It would ruin his quiet afternoon with his brother, but it would make his dad happy.

"Sure, I can handle this. No problem." Dean replied.

"Oh Dean, that's so nice of you. Ace Hardware is just two blocks down the street, and I have an account with them under Heather Black. So if you need any supplies, you can pick it up there and charge my account, okay?" Heather stood and gave Dean a quick hug before he could reply.

"No problem, I'll get right on that." Dean answered. For some reason, all his doubts about Heather were disappearing, and he wasn't entirely sure why.

"So where is your brother? I thought I would say hello and see if he was up to helping me with some more homework." Heather asked as Dean stood, grabbing his jacket and keys. Part of Dean didn't want to leave Sam alone with Heather, but when she smiled at him, those thoughts vanished.

"Uh, he's in the living room watching TV. Just go on in, I'm sure he'll be happy to see you, especially if you tell him you brought cookies." Dean smiled, and started to leave. "Oh, would you tell him to save me some cookies and that I'll be back in a bit."

"Sure thing Dean, and thanks again!" Heather replied as Dean opened the door to leave.

"No problem. Later." Dean replied as he left. He remembered as he went out the door, that his Dad had taken the car and left his truck. No matter, Ace was within walking distance. Dean sighed as he started for the store.

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Heather was so pleased with how well her meeting with Dean had gone. She knew she needed to get him to trust her. Her plan had been to play the weeping widow to reel him in like she had John, but she soon realized that Dean wouldn't be so easily swayed. In fact, probably the only reason it had worked with John was because he was a widower himself.

She could tell that Dean wanted to help but was still unsure, that's when she decided to hug him. She could feel him immediately becoming enthralled with her when they touched. She now realized that with Dean, physical touch would be the best way for her to keep him in line and unsuspecting.

As she watched him leave, she was overcome with excitement. The excitement of being left alone with her beloved Sam. She knew that she only had a few hours, but that would be more than enough to ensure another feeding.

A/N: We just wanted to thank everyone for their wonderful reviews. We also wanted to thank our wonderful beta, Floralia. She was definitely a big help in us pulling this story together.