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

Summary of Chapter 9- Sam is left alone with Heather while John and Dean head out to do a recon mission for the hunt. Sam tries to put his fears at bay. After spending some quality time with Sam, Heather decides to further bond with Sam, by feeding on his Sacral Chakra. This Chakra bonds Sam to Heather in an intense sexual bond, that he will not remember consciously.

Every Breath You Take – Chapter 10

John sat back in the booth and watched his son in action. No sooner had Melody, their pretty little bleach blonde waitress, handed them the menus then Dean had commenced flirting with her.

In this particular case, John didn't begrudge Dean his fun; his boy was actually gathering information for their hunt.

Reports of mass possession in the sleepy town of Belvue had surfaced but no other information. John and Dean were there to check out the institutions – schools and churches mainly, to see if they could figure out what was going on. Right now they were working on the suspicion of a demon controlling the good people of this small town to do its bidding but it was hard to get a fix on the problem when there were only rumors to work with.

As he studied the menu before him, John listened as Dean peppered sweet Melody with questions about the area. His ears perked up when Dean asked the waitress on a date for that night and she turned him down because she had a church function. John cleared his throat. "We're new to the area and we're looking for a house of worship. Do you mind if I ask you about your church?"

Melody blushed an unbecoming shade of red but that didn't stop her from answering John's question. "The New Life Church just opened its doors two months ago and already it's making quite an impact on the community. It's non-denominational so its been drawing people from all walks of life. And you really have to meet Reverend Steve. He's just the best."

Dean reclaimed Melody's attention. "Do you think it would be okay if we just stopped in tonight?"

Melody batted her heavily mascarad lashes at Dean. "Actually, I'd love it if you'd be my guests. There's absolutely no pressure here but if you decide to join the church then I get points for the referral."

John was proud of his son as he schooled his face to show no reaction. Points for referral? Sounded really wacky. But it just might play into their hunt.

The young waitress sashayed away, promising to return for their orders. John smiled his approval at Dean. "Nice work, son. It didn't take you long at all to wrap her around your finger."

A dull pink suffused Dean's cheeks at the praise and his son's eyes flitted away in embarrassment. John knew he could be a hard taskmaster but going by Dean's response you'd think he never heard a kind word about the job he was doing.

Dean took a sip from the water in front of him. "So you think maybe there's a tie between the church and the rumors?"

John glanced at his watch before answering. "It's at least a starting point. Let's grab a quick bite and then head back to the motel to check in on Sam."

The last of Dean's discomfort fled and he flashed a smile that not only bent his generous lips but made his green eyes sparkle. "That Sam is one lucky dog. Can you imagine hanging out with Heather all day long and then playing sleepover at her place?"

Rolling his eyes, John huffed a short laugh. His oldest son was definitely a ladies' man but he didn't miss how Dean perked up when talking about Sammy. John knew how hard it was for Dean to leave his ailing brother behind but he'd done an admirable job of focusing on the hunt.

Now if only they could get a handle on what was going on so they could return home and take care of Sam.

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Sam rolled his head back and forth, trying to shake loose from the dream. Something had clamped onto his neck. Sharp claws, maybe. Or needles. Sam didn't know what was causing the pain but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move away.

Heartbeat thumping steadily in his ears, Sam grew more and more dizzy. Why couldn't he wake up? The pain was making him nauseous as well as something else; a tinge of excitement raced through his body, heating his skin.

A sure hand stroked his face and muttered a sweet litany of promises. Was it his imagination or did another hand stray to the area below his waist, moving aside his boxers? Since when was pain and pleasure tied so closely together for him? He didn't realize he had such a masochistic streak in him.

A sound near the door succeeded in snapping Sam out of his dream. Sam's eyes snapped open to find Heather standing inside the guestroom, holding out the cordless phone to him. Red stained his cheeks as embarrassment crashed through him. Was it too much to ask that Heather remain oblivious to the fact he'd been having a wet dream?

Unable to corral his thoughts, Sam was surprised when Heather placed the phone in his hand. "It's Dean."

Sam rubbed at the corner of his eye, trying to remove the sleep from it. Cradling the phone against his ear he realized he hadn't said anything. "Dean?"

His voice was a soft croak and Sam's free hand automatically touched his throat. This throat burned. No, not his throat. It was his neck. It felt tender, swollen.

The concern in his brother's voice penetrated the thickness in his head. "Sam, you there? I asked what you did today."

Sam swallowed convulsively while he tried to remember what he'd done that day. He was drawing a blank. "I think I slept?"

Closing his eyes, Sam rubbed the side of his head. He was leaning against the headboard and he felt shaky. Uncoordinated. Slow. Dean's strident voice recalled him to the conversation. "Hey, kiddo, are you feeling okay?"

Fighting the urge to cry, to beg Dean to come home, Sam took stock of his situation again. His thinking was muzzy and his neck ached. "Sammy, you're scaring me. What's wrong?"

Sam pulled his legs up to his chest and rocked a little. He was miserable and scared. But if it weren't for his sore neck he'd at least be functional. "It's my neck. It was a dream but there were needles in my neck."

The phone was tugged out of his hand and Sam protested its loss. Heather was back in his room. "I'm sorry, Dean. I woke Sam up to take your call…yeah, he was better earlier in the day and then his energy kind of faded so he took a nap…about four hours…I know that's a long time…he's definitely pale…sore throat, uh-huh…did you want to talk to him again?"

Heather sank down on the edge of the guest bed and wrapped Sam's hand around the phone, guiding it to his ear. The pain in his neck eased and his thinking cleared. Dean's worried voice was murmuring in his ear. "Do you need us to come back Sam?"

The hunt was important. His dad and brother could save lives. They didn't need to worry about Sam. Those weren't the thoughts that had been in his head when he woke up but they now felt right. And he felt less panicky. "Sorry, Dean. I guess I was dreaming before. I'm okay."

His brother spoke of the hot waitress he'd met and his upcoming date at the local church. Sam barely paid attention. Heather was rubbing his arm and it felt so good. Dean wound up his description of the small town and promised that he'd call the next day.

A brief surge of panic made an appearance and just like a wave cresting, it fell away. "Okay, take care of Dad, would you?"

The connection was broken and Heather took the phone away. "Lay back, Sam. You need your rest."

And Sam listened.

-0-

Dean tried, and failed, to listen to the useless prattle spewing from Melody's mouth. Even though Dean had talked to Sam more than an hour ago, he couldn't get the conversation out of his mind. He was really worried about Sammy but Heather had assured him that his brother was just groggy from waking up after a long nap. His usually articulate brother had made no sense during their talk; his answers about what he'd done that day had been vague and his voice was soft and husky – Sam sounded lost.

Although Dean believed the foxy apartment manager's explanation he was freaked out nonetheless. Dean loved working on jobs with his dad but Sam's well-being was more important.

Pulling his mind back to the task at hand, Dean smiled at the blonde waitress he'd just picked up in front of the diner. He'd explained to her that his dad had been stuck on a business phone call and would join them at the church if he could. It was, of course, an elaborate ruse; John Winchester was in the flatbed of the truck, under a tarp. If things got wild at the New Age Church they needed to have the element of surprise. "So, you made it sound like Reverend Steve was really something special. What can you tell me about him?"

Melody absently twisted a strand of long hair around her finger while she pursed her lips in thought. What should have been a sexy pose was lost on Dean – his mind was already racing ahead to the mass possessions and the desire to solve the problem so they could high tail it back to his brother. Melody finally began to speak in a lisp-y, little girl voice that had first attracted Dean but he now found repellant. "Reverend Steve is just the best. He's the smartest, kindest, most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on. And he has a way of talking that just captures your attention. You literally can't look away from him. It's like animal magnesium."

It took every ounce of control Dean had not to burst out laughing – he supposed magnesium was supposed to be magnetism. Damn, Dean wished his little brother was here to witness firsthand the blonde ditz in the passenger seat. No one appreciated the mangling of the English language more than his geeky little brother.

Dean was saved from having to comment on Melody's descriptions of the mysterious Reverent Steve when they pulled into the small parking lot of the New Life Church. There were at least fifty cars crammed into the lot already and it took some maneuvering before Dean was able to back into a space at the edge of the row closest to the church entrance. If they had to make a fast getaway it would simplify things if they could just sprint to the truck and lay down rubber. Although the two wheels on the passenger side were parked on grass so perhaps "spin mud" was more like it.

Making his way around to the passenger seat, Dean helped Melody exit the truck and guided her onto the pavement of the lot. The blonde didn't pay him a bit of attention, her eyes straying to the large white building in front of them. Only one window and one door were visible from the front of the building.

Shrugging his shoulders, Dean offered Melody his arm and they made their way inside. The front door opened up to a high-ceilinged room with backless benches. With its lack of decorations and visible beams it reminded Dean of a barn. It certainly bore no resemblance to the ornate Catholic churches they stopped at to replenish their holy water.

The place was filing up fast so the couple grabbed seats in the last row. Melody craned her neck, trying to get a look at the good reverend while Dean stifled a yawn. It was apparent that the blonde waitress wanted to be closer to the front with the way she shifted and peered around those in front of her. Dean was content to sit in the back. He had a good view of the proceedings and he was close to the exit.

What followed was the strangest sermon Dean could possible envision – More Bang for Your Buck, -- a rousing talk on how the Lord wants you to make money. The slight man at the front of the church worked the crowd like a seasoned Carney, whipping them into a frenzy.

Reverend Steve's hair was parted down the center with a widow's peak. His black hair contrasted with the palest skin Dean had ever seen. The reverend had a tiny frame and looked malnourished. He was downright scary, at least to look upon. Dean seriously doubted Melody's taste since she'd labeled the man at the front of the church as handsome. Puke.

There was the requisite standing and sitting and praying and singing and Dean tried to look interested as Reverend Steve put them through their paces. At last he said something that piqued Dean's interest. "Many of you have wondered what has become of Brother Thomas, Brother Dave, Sister Martha, Sister Candy and Sister Lenore. Well I'm here to tell you that they've committed themselves to the eternal love of the Lord and are now apostles, sent forth to spread the good word. They've given up their worldly goods and are now on the holiest of missions."

A round of applause drowned out the rest of the reverend's words but when everyone climbed to their feet and started filtering out of the church, Dean tugged Melody forward. "Could you please introduce me?"

Melody's face glowed. "Oh, Dean, I just knew you were ready to be enlightened."

They had to stand in line for fifteen minutes but Melody finally presented Dean to Reverend Steve. "Sir, it's a pleasure to meet you. You made quite an impression on me."

Dean surreptitiously wiped the hand that touched the cold, clammy, fish-like hand of the minister on his thigh after oozing charm and interest. The pure silver ring carved with ancient runes which sat on Dean's index finger hadn't reacted with the reverend's skin. "Always happy to welcome more lambs to the flock."

Suppressing the shudder at the unctuous comments Dean tried a different tact. "I've moved around quite a bit, Christo, and I've never heard a sermon as stirring as yours."

A look of bewilderment passed over the man's face but he kept a smile plastered on his face. "Well thank you so much. I hope you'll return again."

Eyes of brown, not black, switched their attention from Dean to Melody; Reverend Steve slung an arm around her waist. "Now, Melody, I thought you were going to bring your tithe over today."

Melody's face blushed a deep, startling red. "I'm so sorry, we don't get paid until Friday."

The slim man patted the blonde's shoulder. "There, there. If this church is going to flourish we all have to do our part."

Dean had never seen a shakedown so blatant. But it also appeared to have missed its mark. Melody's lips were pulled back so wide, every one of her pearly teeth were shown to advantage. It was a wonder Reverend Steve wasn't blinded by the display. Melody was deeply infatuated with the minister but she was too dense to understand that she was just his meal ticket.

The silver hadn't garnered a response and neither had Christo. It was time for Dean to delve into his bag of tricks one last time. He forced a tickle at the back of his throat and although it hurt like hell to hack and cough when Dean was completely healthy, he did it for the cause. He reached into his coat pocket and discretely withdrew a flash and while Melody and Reverend Steve patted him on the back he took a swallow. Pretending to be overcome from his fit, Dean staggered into the minister and spilled some of the flask contents onto his arm. Again, nothing happened. Holy water met skin and there was nary a sizzle or singe. Just a damp spot.

If John Winchester wasn't lurking nearby to see Dean's act, he would tell his dad that Reverend Steve had passed his three tests with flying colors; as far as Dean could tell the reverend wasn't some supernatural monster. In fact Dean doubted very much that the good reverend was even a holy man; he was just a common man out hustling these good people out of their money.

Taking their leave of the busy minister, Dean pulled the reluctant Melody away and they made their way to the truck. The blonde waitress pouted and grumbled until they bumped into another girl who looked to be around Melody's age. After mumbling an excuse, the waitress ambled off leaving Dean on his own.

Knowing he should feel insulted that he'd been ditched, instead Dean felt intense relief. He'd gotten what he'd wanted -- some information. Now he wanted to compare notes with his dad. With a little luck they could get the freak out of this place and get back to Sam.

A/N: Thanks again to everyone who is reading and especially those who are reviewing!