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 8
Sam was sitting up in bed, leaning against the headboard, reading an old, tattered paperback. He'd found it stuffed at the bottom of a box and even though he'd read it recently, he decided he was in the mood for Williams Diehl's Primal Fear. He couldn't bring himself to read the books Heather had brought him; the thought of reading one of them left him unsettled. And threatened.
Sam didn't have a problem when Heather was around but inexplicably just the thought of her made him uneasy. There, he'd finally put into thought the feelings he'd been sorting through since he'd met the raven-haired apartment manager.
Heather freaked him out on some level and he didn't know why.
Dean flopped down on the other bed, hair damp, fresh from a shower. "Hey twerp, are you ever going to tell me who you were playing tonsil hockey with? I mean you had to catch the kissing disease from someone."
Sam groaned and set aside his book. Once his brother had spotted a perceived weakness, he was relentless; there would be no rest until Dean had hounded the information out of Sam. Unfortunately, Sam didn't have an answer for him. Sam had barely had a chance to meet any girls, never mind kiss them, at their last stop. He'd been too busy getting hacked up by the Whirling Dervish and bleeding all over the place to get cozy with some chick. "Oh, for God's sake, Dean. What are you, 12-years old?"
Dean smirked and Sam wished he had the strength to wipe it from his brother's face. He knew Dean was just yanking his chain but he could feel his temper flowing. And sure enough, Dean didn't disappoint when he poked at Sam further. "Not really an answer there, Sam. So spill. Unless of course you've been chasing after older women and you don't want to admit it."
Sam couldn't contain the look of horror that spread across his face. With a little more force then he'd intended Sam's voice betrayed his feelings of disgust. "Are you out of your mind? I wouldn't touch Heather if she were the last woman on Earth."
His tone must have penetrated Dean's teasing mood because his older brother sat back on the bed with a frown. "Are you serious? That's one hot babe. Even you have to admit that, Sammy boy."
Unable to meet Dean's eyes, Sam's eyes dropped to where his hands twisted in the bedspread. The subject of Heather unnerved him and he didn't want to get into it with Dean. "Could we just drop the subject, please?"
Sam didn't like the pleading note in his voice but his skin was crawling at the thought of Heather. Dean refused to be placated by his answer. "No, I want to know what your problem is. She hasn't said or done anything, has she? Because woman or no, I'll kick her ass if that's the case!"
A wave of shame flamed through Sam. He wasn't trying to trash Heather's reputation. And it was clear that Dean didn't have a problem with the woman. "No, hell no. It's just…something is off about her. Haven't you noticed anything?"
Relief flashed across Dean's face. His older brother tapped a finger on his chin as though in deep thought. "Well, now that you mention it, I've been wondering why she prefers to spend time with my geeky little brother instead of my stud-ly self. That's the true mystery."
Sam reached behind him and snagged the pillow he was leaning against. Flinging it toward Dean he had to laugh when his brother let the pillow smack his face. Dean could be such a clown and although Sam had no love for clowns, he appreciated his brother's efforts.
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John could hear his boys laughing and talking as he walked down the hallway. Here was the evidence he'd been looking for – Sam was on the mend. He hadn't wanted to voice his concerns about his youngest because he could see Dean was on the verge of panic; Dean seemed to take every injury and illness that Sam suffered as a personal failure. But when Sam had passed out, weak and shaky, John had feared that Sam had suffered a setback.
Not that Mononucleosis was anything to toy with. It was still a virus and the accompanying strep infection alone could cause real health problems.
Pausing in the doorway John took at the shenanigans before him. God knows it wasn't a life he would have wished on his children but it was moments like these when he felt pretty good about the choices he'd made in regard to their lifestyle. His boys were not only well adjusted, bright, and strong but committed to the hunt.
When Sam smacked Dean in the face with his pillow the last of his doubts about leaving for a few days fell away. "So, son, looks like you're feeling better."
Sam looked up with a sheepish smile on his face. "Yes, sir. My throat feels better."
John's eyes crinkled with an answering smile. "So I see. Did Dean tell you the plan?"
Dean glanced away and Sam looked confused. Interesting. He'd explicitly asked Dean to tell Sam they were moving out in a couple of hours and that Sam would be staying behind, with Heather.
Sam's confusion melted into a frown. "What plan?"
Glancing at his watch before looking at his son, John stalled for a moment. It was always difficult finding the right words when he knew what he was going to say wasn't going to go over with Sam; Dean never blinked when there was a change in plans but Sam thrived on steadiness and routine. But more times than not, it couldn't be helped. "Dean and I are heading out in two hours. My research just isn't turning up any leads so we need to check the area ourselves. We'll be gone for two, maybe three days."
Sam's face fell, his shoulders slumped; he was the picture of utter dejection. Before John could placate him, Sam's shoulders straightened and a look of acceptance replaced the disappointment. "Yes, sir. I'll be fine here by myself."
Resisting the urge to comfort his young son, John remained in the doorway. Sam was at that awkward age where he wanted to be treated like a man yet sometimes craved the comfort a child yearns for. John looked toward his oldest son and noticed Dean was watching the interaction avidly, poised to intervene if necessary. Nothing got between Dean and his need to look after his baby brother, not even John.
John cleared his throat. "Actually, you won't be on your own. You're recuperating and I don't want you to overdo things so Heather has agreed to stay with you."
John didn't know how to interpret Sam's reaction. Protestations of not needing a babysitter and being mature – those John had expected. But Sam's eyes had widened and he had paled considerably. "Is there a problem?"
Sam's eyes looked everywhere but at him and unease creeped along John's spine. His youngest boy loved people of all ages so it seemed odd that he would have taken a dislike to their sweet, pretty neighbor. Sam lifted his eyes and for a moment John read stark fear in them but it was quickly replaced with resolution. Maybe it had been a trick of the light. "No, sir. No problem."
John didn't miss the way Dean's jaw dropped. So his oldest son found Sam's easy acceptance of the arrangements odd as well. The usually opinionated boy was subdued. But a virus would do that to a body so it was just as well that Sam was going to stay behind because he obviously needed to rest.
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A knock sounded at her apartment door and Heather floated over to answer it. Expecting to find Sam on the doorstep, Heather felt intense disappointment flood her body. Dean, with a flirty, practiced smile stood before her. From over the older brother's shoulder she got a glimpse of her sweet Sam, hovering nervously in the background. Her smile fell into place. "Hi Dean, Sam. Please come in."
Heather ushered the brothers in and studied them as they walked by. Dean had a barely suppressed air of excitement. Ah, yes – the thrill of the hunt. Sam, on the other hand, was quiet and withdrawn. Heather would just have to work doubly hard to keep the young man entertained while his family was out of town.
Dean threw a causal arm around his brother as if sensing his reluctance. "My dad wanted me to thank you again for keeping an eye on Sam."
Heather smiled easily. "I've got the guestroom so it's really not a problem. And I've got your dad's cell number although I pray it won't be necessary to call you."
Sam's eyes skittered away from Heather's as she tried to make contact with him. She was itching to lay her hands on him and ease Sam's fears but Dean was standing between them.
Wanting to hurry Dean along but not wanting to make him suspicious, Heather forced herself to relax. "So can I get you something to drink, would you like to sit down?"
Dean's arm tightened unconsciously around his brother before he shook his head. "No, thank you, I'm afraid it's time we headed out. Sam, I'll call you tonight."
Heather marveled at the subtle jostling and brushing of arms that bespoke of a secret language. Having no siblings, Heather had missed out on that closeness. She found herself jealous of the brothers' relationship. Jealous that Sam depended on someone who wasn't her.
Heather's heart swelled with excitement as the brothers completed their goodbyes. "Be careful, Dean. And take care of Dad."
Dean sauntered toward the door, all cocky swagger. Before he closed it he threw a wink Sam's way. A slight smile graced Sam's face but with the closing of the door, the smile slid away.
Unable to hold herself back any longer, Heather touched Sam's arm. Her power met resistance as Sam frowned at her. Reaching into her reserves, she summoned her vampire control and chipped away at the reluctant young man's reticence.
It was a silent battle of wills but Sam finally caved in to Heather. She drew him into her arms and cradled him in a tight hug, her maternal side clashing with the need to feed.
Sam's cheek nestled onto Heather's shoulder and she felt wetness penetrate the cotton of her shirt to mingle with her skin. Setting Sam away from her, she lifted his chin with her index finger and saw moisture glistening on his pale cheeks; the young man was crying.
Heather's predatory instincts kicked into high gear as she observed the evidence before her; Sam stood broken, completely submissive.
Cupping Sam's face in her hands, she gently lapped at the moisture on his face with her tongue. Without forethought she snapped the compliant prey back into her arms, crushing him fiercely in the shelter of her arms. "Come with me, my love. My Sam."
Heather's voice was thick with need and her incisors were already lengthening.
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Dean, unaccustomed to playing co-pilot, fidgeted in the passenger seat of the truck. "Sam seem okay to you?"
Although his dad's eyes never strayed from the road he could feel attention shift his way. "I think the Mono has taken a lot out of your brother. I don't expect him to bounce right back so we're going to have to get him to slow down. Let his body recuperate."
Nodding, Dean silently agreed. Sam really didn't have any quit in him. He'd push himself past exhaustion if Dean didn't keep close tabs on him. But Dean didn't mind; it might not be in keeping with the cool image he cultivated but Dean not only loved his little brother but he liked him. Sam was his best friend.
And something, or someone, was bothering his best friend. "Have you noticed that Sam doesn't really care for Heather?"
Dean tried to say it casually. He valued his dad's opinion and craved his approval. John Winchester was not only an acclaimed hunter but he was also an astute observer of people and not much got past him. "Sam's just not used to dealing with a maternal female like Heather. She'll get him to eat and rest and you know he doesn't like being told what to do."
Relaxing back in his seat, the tension fled Dean's body. Maybe that was it – Sam didn't like being bossed around and he sure seemed to listen when Heather was around. Hell, she'd gotten him to eat when he'd just been shoving his food around the plate.
Content with that explanation, Dean turned his thoughts toward the hunt. Dean needed to focus on the job at hand. After all, Sam was in good hands.
A/N: Sorry that we left you guys hanging! We should have more up on Tuesday, and that chapter will be a bit intense. Thanks for reading and reviewing!