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.

Co-written by Sendintheclowns

Every Breath You Take – Chapter 5

Dean was tired and anxious to get back to his family. He decided to stop by Heather's apartment to let her know that all the jobs on the list were taken care of. Shortly after knocking on the door, it opened and revealed the petite raven hair beauty.

"Hey Dean, want to come in?" She asked in her enchanting sing song voice.

"Uh, no, I need to get home, but I wanted to let you know that I got everything on your list done. Oh, and here's a receipt for the items I bought at Ace." Dean dug the receipt out of his pocket and handed it to Heather and as their finger tips brushed, Dean felt almost an electric charge. It made him feel good, not tired anymore.

"Thank you so much Dean, you truly are a life saver. I need to have you boys over for dinner sometime. Do you have a favorite?" Heather replied as she gave Dean a quick wink.

"Um, well anything home cooked is good really. I-I better get home. If you need help with anything else, just let me know, okay?" Dean replied trying to be a bit flirty, but he really felt out of his league with her.

"Oh I will, you can count on it. Night Dean." And before Dean could reply she was gone.

He sighed, there was something about her. Something that really attracted him, but at the same time made him uncomfortable. He shrugged that feeling off and approached his own apartment.

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John was stirring a pot of chili when he heard Dean return. "Hey son, did you get everything done for Heather?"

"Yes sir. Hey, where's Sammy?" Dean asked as he sat down at the kitchen table.

"Sleeping, and he is really out of it. He was pale and it was hard for me to wake him when I got home. Evidently, he was so tired after helping Heather with her homework, she told him to go to bed. How was he when you left Dean?" John bit his lip the minute he asked Dean about his brother. He knew it sounded like he was implying that Dean left a sick Sam with Heather, and really he knew better.

"Sam was fine Dad. He was kicking back watching TV, his color was good and he didn't seem tired. You know I wouldn't have left if I thought he was sick. In fact, I really didn't want to leave but you had promised Heather that I'd help." Dean's tone was almost angry and John knew he had pushed Dean a bit too far.

"I know son. I'm sorry, your brother's sudden turn for the worst has me on edge. In fact, would you go and see if you can wake him? Dinner is about ready." John hoped that with a little rest, Sam would be feeling better.

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Dean quietly entered the bedroom he shared with Sam. He could tell that his brother was down for the count from the light snores coming from across the room. The sunlight that was fading through the blinds gave Dean enough light to make out the fact that his brother was sleeping on his back with his arm protectively across his chest.

Dean sat on the edge of Sam's bed and grabbed the left hand resting on his chest, and noted that it was very cold. As his fingers touched the wrist he noticed that the underside felt warm. Dean laid the arm down and began to tug at his brother's shoulder.

"Hey Sammy, wake up dude. Our supper's getting cold." Dean watched as Sam struggled to open his eyes.

"D-Dean?" Sam spit out as he rose slowly.

"How ya feeling kiddo? Evidently hanging out with hot chicks takes a lot out of you, huh?" Dean gave Sam a smirk to cover the worry he was truly feeling.

"What, oh yeah, I was studying with Heather right? But how did I end up here?" Sam asked with a confused expression on his face.

"Dude, I left you with Heather and when I got back, Dad said that Heather had told you to take a nap after helping her because you looked so tired." Dean was on big brother alert now. "What do you remember Sammy?"

"Uh, I remember her sitting down next to me with her books, and I guess I do have a vague memory of coming to bed. Wow, that's just weird. But I feel okay now." Sam's face had a small reassuring smile on it. Dean knew that his brother was trying to keep him from making a big deal about it.

"Man, that is weird, but you're the king of weird. Oh hey just a sec Sam." Dean got up and went to turn on the overhead light and then rejoined Sam on the bed. "Sam, let me see your left wrist, I thought I felt a warm spot there earlier."

Sam gave Dean a puzzled look but obeyed, turning his arm over. Both of their eyes locked on the red rash there.

"Sam, how long have you had the rash?" Dean asked, not liking the heat coming off of it.

"I just noticed it myself, maybe it's just a heat rash?" Sam looked at Dean clearly confused.

"Maybe, let's keep an eye on it, because it alone doesn't bother me, but with you being so tired and passing out, the rash might be a sign you're coming down with something. We better head to the kitchen before Dad comes looking for us." Dean patted Sam's shoulder and got off the bed.

"Sure Dean." Sam answered and followed Dean to the door.

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Sam entered the kitchen area behind his brother. He felt his dad's eyes on him immediately. Glancing up at his Dad he gave him a small smile before sitting down at the kitchen table.

"How are you feeling Sam?" His dad asked as he sat a bowl of chili down in front of him.

"Better sir. I don't know why I was so tired earlier. But I'm okay now." Sam answered but heard his brother give a little huff as he sat down beside him at the table.

"He still looks out of it to me, and he has a weird rash on his wrist now." Dean replied as their dad sat a bowl of chili on the table for him.

Sam knew that he was in for a gang up on Sam type family meal and wasn't looking forward to it.

"Sam, let me see your wrist." It sounded just like the order that it was, and Sam held his left hand out with the wrist upturned so that his father could see it.

"Doesn't look too bad, but let's keep an eye on it." His Dad replied as he sat down at the table.

Wanting desperately to change the subject Sam spoke. "So Dad, how did the research go today?"

"Not so good, I'm going to head out tomorrow and do a little more. I beginning to think that the best way to approach this supposed town of mass possessions is going to be a recon mission, but I'd need Dean's help and with your poor health of late, I don't think that is a good idea." John replied as he dug into his own chili.

Sam sighed. It always seemed that no matter what he did, he caused his Dad problems. It was also frustrating that at the age of fifteen he was still treated like a small child. He knew for certain that if it had been Dean who was under the weather at his age, he would have left Dean.

Dean spoke up mouth full of chili. "So Dad while you're doing research tomorrow is there anything you want me to do?"

"Well son, I was thinking that it would be nice to stock up on some supplies for the recon mission, but that can wait. I don't want you leaving Sam alone." His Dad replied as both men continued to eat.

Sam pushed his spoon around in his chili. He really had no appetite, and on top of that the emotions of being the family failure were making his stomach turn.

He decided that though it was a losing battle he would try and stick up for himself. "Dad, if you really need Dean to go for supplies, I would be fine here by myself for a couple of hours."

"I'm not so sure about that son." His dad replied but before he could say anymore, there was a light knock at the door.

His dad rose and headed for the door. Dean had a better view from his seat and his eyes lit up when he noticed who their visitor was.

"Heather is back, and it looks like she brought more treats." Dean's eyes were big with anticipation that Sam wasn't sure was for the desert or for her.

As she entered the kitchen with their dad, Sam tensed. He wasn't entirely comfortable with Heather, and for some reason couldn't quite decide why.

The petite raven hair beauty walked in and planted a cherry pie in the middle of the table. "Hello boys, I hope I'm not interrupting. I just made a pie as a little thank you for everything that you guys have done for me. I'm so grateful. Plus, I wanted to check and see how Sam was feeling."

Sam felt her eyes on him and he looked up. "I'm better, thank you."

Dean smirked, "Well if you're feeling so hot, then why aren't you eating kiddo. It's not polite to play with your food."

Sam glared at his brother but before he could reply, Heather approached and put her hand on his right shoulder. "Sam, you need to eat, your brother is right."

When she touched him and spoke, he felt something like an electrical spark, and he knew that he must do as she said. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy. It will help you keep your strength up." Heather looked at him with such a bright smile and all Sam could do was smile back.

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Not too many people had John's respect, but when he watched Heather with his youngest he was amazed. She told him to eat, and by golly the boy was eating.

He could tell Dean was also amazed as he watched his brother, mouth hanging open. "Wow Heather, you need to come over more often. Sam actually listens to you." Dean replied and smirked at Sam.

"Boys, don't start things up we have a guest. Heather, would you like to join us for some chili and a piece of your pie?" John asked, finally remembering his manners.

"Oh no that's okay, I just finished eating myself. I'm one of those silly health food geeks, and I tend to stay away from red meat, I get my iron from other sources." Heather replied brightly.

"Nothing wrong with that, I suppose." John replied really not knowing what to say, and as he said it he noticed a smirk coming from Dean, but Sam was oblivious to everything but his food. "Well thanks so much for bringing the pie by, it was so nice of you."

"Don't mention it, I just wish that there was something more that I could do for you. Something to repay the kindness you have shown me." Heather replied and lightly placed a hand on top of his.

And like an epiphany, John now knew that Heather was the answer to all his recent problems.

"Uh, actually Heather there is something you could do for me. I hate to ask, but you see I'm a bounty hunter, and it's a family business. Dean helps me hunt and Sam usually does our research for us. Well, I have a big hunt coming up, and I really need Dean to help me gather up some supplies and help me with the research, but with Sam under the weather I hate to leave him alone, and I was wondering if you could keep an eye on him tomorrow." Once the rapid spilling of words had left his mouth, John was in shock. How could he be so trusting of a woman he just met? But as her hand squeezed his, he knew that he had made the right decision.

"That would be no problem at all. The classes I'm taking right now are online, so Sam can just come over and hang out with me tomorrow. In fact, he maybe able to help me with some of the class work if he feels up to it. If not, I have a guest room he can sleep in." Heather replied, and John could see that Dean was about to take issue with the whole situation.

"I'm not so sure that's a good idea Dad." Dean's face was full of anger and confusion. But before John could speak to his boy, Heather had moved over and placed a hand on Dean's shoulder as if to comfort him.

"It'll be fine Dean, you and your dad can have some bonding time, and Sam will be just fine with me. I promise." Heather smiled at Dean and he seemed to relax.

"Yeah, sure." Dean replied and smiled back. John was happy to see things coming together so nicely. He now could concentrate on the hunt and not worry about Sam.

"Well boys, I better head out." Heather moved towards Sam and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Sam you finish that bowl of chili and have some pie, okay? You need to keep your strength up." Sam looked up and nodded as he continued to eat.

"I'll see you boys in the morning." And with that she left. John felt a weight lifted from his shoulders. He was very thankful that the boys had a maternal hand in their lives for the moment.

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Heather was ecstatic as she dressed that morning. Last night had gone like a dream, the Wilson/ Winchester men were very receptive to her touch. That made it so easy to enthrall them into doing as she wanted. Soon that delicious child would be at her disposal for the whole day, and she could hardly wait.

Heather had decided to tone things down this morning, to make Sam more at ease. She put on a comfortable pair of sweats, and bound her hair up in a ponytail. She added just a splash of color to her face and was ready.

At around eight am, there was a knock at her door. Her heart skipped a beat in the excitement of the thought of being left alone with Sam. She opened the door to find all three Winchester men in her door way.

"Morning, Heather. I hope we're not too early, but me and Dean wanted to get an early start." John shuffled uncomfortably from his spot at her door.

Heather smiled brilliantly, laying a right hand on John's shoulder and a left on Dean's. "Oh I was up and around. You two just head on out, I promise Sam is in good hands here. Feel free to call and check in."

John nodded. "Okay then, we'll be back in a few hours. See you this afternoon Sam."

"Yeah, kiddo, be good for your babysitter." Dean smirked and started to leave with John.

Heather grinned as Sam rolled his eyes at his brother and mouthed "Jerk" and punched his brother's arm and nodded a farewell to his dad.

"Come on in Sam. Did you have breakfast this morning?" Heather could tell as Sam entered he was tense, but she hoped that soon she could help ease some of it away.

"Yes ma'am." Sam replied looking at his shoes.

"Sam, please call me Heather. Like I told you before, being called ma'am makes me feel old." Heather smiled at Sam as he looked at her through his bangs nodding his head.

"Okay, sorry." Sam gave her a tentative smile back.

"Well, if you're not hungry, I have some homework you could help me with. I'm taking a meditation class at the rec center, and I need a meditation buddy." Heather had to stifle a chuckle at the shock in Sam's eyes.

"Uh, I don't know anything about mediation, so I don't think I'd be much help." Sam jammed his hands in his pockets and continued to stare at her through his floppy bangs.

"It's not hard, I'm still learning, but it has helped me relieve the stresses in my life, and I think it might help you in getting your body to mend a bit faster. And I promise, that I will not tell your dad or Dean that you tried meditation, okay?" Heather watched as Sam reluctantly nodded. "Good, I'm going to turn some music on, why don't you find a place on the floor to get comfortable and sit down Indian style."

She watched as Sam moved to the center of the room and settled on the floor in front of the couch. "Don't tell me, on top of meditating, I'm going to have to listen to Yanni." Sam replied as Heather found a spot next to him.

"No Yanni today, Enya." Heather smiled as Sam rolled his eyes.

"If Dean ever found out, I'd never hear the end of it!" Sam nervously played with the frayed edges of his jeans.

"I promised Sam, and I keep my promises, Dean will never know. I have a question for you, have you ever heard of Chakras?" When Sam shook his head no Heather continued. "Well we're studying them in my class and basically they're believed to be the energy centers within our bodies. There are seven of them, but I wanted to concentrate on the fifth one, it is also called the Throat Chakra. It is believed that it houses our creativity and healing energies. I need to get in touch with my creative side in order to finish some of my writing assignments and the healing energies will help your body heal. Are you following me so far Sam?"

"Uh, yeah I get what you're saying but how do we tap into these energies?" Sam's brow was furrowed in thought.

"It's easy, just take your right hand and place it on the pulse point of your throat. Then place your left hand in mine and that way we can boost each other's energy. Here like this." Heather took her right hand and placed it on her pulse point and reached across and took Sam's left hand into her own. Sam followed her example.

"Good Sam, now close your eyes and picture yourself some place peacefully like a beach, and concentrate on breathing in and out, in and out. Just listen to my voice Sam, and just breathe, do you feel your hand heating up? That is your energy flowing." Heather watched as Sam swayed in a trance like state.

"You're doing good Sam, continue to concentrate on just breathing. As you take each breathe your body is relaxing. You should feel the energy flowing from your hand as it works its way down your body. The healing powers are flowing through your body, and let them. When your toes start to warm up, just let me know." Heather was pleased with how easy Sam had tapped into his hidden psychic powers, she could feel the warmth flowing through him. This was definitely important, she needed to keep Sam's body strong so that she could feed often. Fatigue might still be a problem but over time she hoped that it would get better for Sam.

"I-I feel it in my toes now, it's made its way all the way down." Sam voice was soft and full of awe over the experience.

"Good Sam, you can open your eyes now." Heather continued to grip Sam's hand in hers, she was ready to feed now.

"Wow, that was intense, I've never believed any of that new age stuff, but now I don't know." Sam's eyes were bright with excitement.

"Well, I have a pamphlet you can take home on all the Chakras. I'm glad you're interested. And like I said, we won't tell Dean about this or your Dad, if they ask, you helped me study, which is not a lie." Heather gave Sam a conspiratorial wink.

"Yeah, and thanks for that. So what do you want to do next, do you need to do something else for your meditation class?" Sam's eyes were full of curiosity.

"Yes Sam, I want to do explore another Chakra with you, but this part you're not going to remember." Heather gripped Sam's hand as he became enthralled. His eyes glazed over and he nodded.

Heather continued to grip Sam's hand as she stood, pulling him up with her. "Baby, I need you to follow me to the guest room." She slowly guided Sam to the back of her apartment until they were in the guest room where she helped Sam lay down on the queen size bed in the center of the room. She carefully made sure that Sam was comfortable, removing his shoes and flannel over shirt.

"Sam, I need access to your Heart Chakra so I'm going to lift your t-shirt up." Heather's hand shook a bit with anticipation as she moved his shirt up and exposed his chest. He was very lean, but muscular and Heather wanted to run her hands up and down his body, but refrained reminding herself of his young age.

She watched as his nipples became little hard pebbles as the cooler air hit them. It was hard not to touch him, but she reminded herself that once he was totally hers, she would be able to enjoy the adult Sam in a sexual way.

For now she would settle on being able to feed off of him. "Sam, the Heart Chakra is our center where things like love, hope and compassion are found. It is where we find our inner peace and I'm going to feed from you there. In doing so, you and I will be united." Heather heard soft whimpers of confusion and fear coming from Sam and so she took his hand again, trying to calm him.

"Sweetheart, this is not going to hurt, in fact it will feel amazing. It will be like what you felt earlier only far more intense. When I'm done baby, you will rest, and once you awake you will not remember any of the feeding." Heather patted his hand and then let it drop to his side.

Heather positioned herself next to Sam on the bed, bringing her head down so that her lips could touch the area over Sam's heart. Heather normally fed on energy through her finger tips, but the urge to suck on Sam's chest was calling her. She could hear the rapid beats of his heart and it brought such excitement. She slowly lowered her mouth and started sucking. Sam's body was tense under her but as she started feeding, the boy's body relaxed and his heart beat slowed.

Heather could hear his whimpers of fear turn to mewls of pleasure. His life force was so strong, she could drown in it. It took a lot of will power to stop once the unity process was finished. He was addicting and she craved more, but was afraid she might lose control if she continued. That was something she definitely couldn't afford, she needed Sam so much.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who is reading and especially those who are reviewing. We should have more up soon. Thanks again to our wonderful beta, Floralia.