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 11

It hadn't taken Dean long to convince his dad that this hunt was a bust. Dean was actually relieved because as much as going on hunts with his dad was exciting, being away from his ailing brother was tearing him up.

Dean had discussed his findings with Dad on the way back to the motel. Dean was hoping as they entered the room, that he might be able to talk him into heading back to Sam that night.

"So Dad, this hunt is a bust, what's our next move?" Dean asked as he plopped himself down on one of the full size beds in the room.

"Well, I need to call Father Jim and let him know it was a bust, and see if he has heard of anything else that needs looking into while we are in the area." John replied as he sunk down on his own bed.

"So we heading out after that?" Dean asked hopeful, but could tell that his Dad was tired and probably not up to the trip back.

"No son, I think it would do us both some good just to get a good night's sleep. You said Sam was okay when you talked to him, right?" John gave Dean a curious look.

"Yeah, he was okay. A bit out of it and he was complaining of a sore throat." Dean knew that he really shouldn't be worried, but he was. His brother just seemed off when the spoke earlier.

"Unfortunately that mono that he picked up can really take a lot out of a person. We'll have to keep a close eye on him. I know you're worried, but if we rushed home now, we'd have to wake him and Heather up in the early morning hours, and I don't want to do that. I promise we'll get an early start in the morning, okay?" John gave Dean a reassuring smile.

"Sure Dad, that's fine. Hey, do you mind if I go out and blow off some steam while you make those phone calls?" Dean was itching to do something to take his mind off of worrying about Sam.

"Yeah, but be back in a few hours, I meant it when I said we could both use a good night's sleep." John replied in a tone that was to be taken as an order.

"Yes, sir. I'll be back in a couple of hours." Dean replied and headed for the door.

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Heather was frustrated with herself. She knew that she was pushing things too fast with Sam, but it was so hard to stop. He was so delightful, and she had never felt this way about anyone before. Sam pulled at her in so many ways. His blood was intoxicating and his psychic energy made her feel heady with power. The worst part was the Pandora's Box that she had opened when she let herself have a sexual feeding.

Feeding on his sexual energy was something that she had meant to wait and experience when he was older. She had told herself that the blood and psychic energy would be enough for now, but during the game of Twister being so close to the boy, she had lost control. Her body now craved him all now. He was like a drug and she definitely was addicted.

Her lack of control was frustrating. It was her self control that she prided herself on because it had set her apart from her family. She had been able to feed only when needed and she had been happy to not take a person's total life force. Heather had been able to do what she needed to survive and had even had a real relationship with Tom. But Tom destroyed that, by calling her a freak.

Now she had Sam, and wanted to keep him. He would be hers but she knew she needed to get herself in control in order to have a real relationship with Sam. She really did want Sam to grow to love her not fear her. Heather needed to work on the boy, and gain his trust.

She had just finished making him dinner and was going to wake him when she sensed him stirring. Heather turned to watch him stumble towards the bathroom. It took all the control she had not to rush and check on him. It angered her that she was so at odds with what she wanted and her raw needs.

A few moments later, a pale Sam reappeared and sat down at the kitchen table. Heather turned with his antibiotics and glass of water in hand.

"Sam, it looks like the mono has reared its ugly head again. I'm sorry you don't feel good. Why don't you take the antibiotics and this Tylenol and see if it will help with your throat? We'll give it a chance to work and then get some dinner in you." Sam didn't speak, just nodded and took the pills. She watched him wince as he swallowed and she felt guilty for being the cause. She knew that at her last blood feeding she had lost control and hated that the poor boy was now paying the price.

She decided that it was only fair to share some of her psychic healing powers to help with the pain. Heather strolled over to Sam, and spoke. "Sam, I'm going to feel your lymph nodes to see how swollen and hard they are. We may need to go back to the doctor."

"M'okay. I promise." He squeaked out as she laid hands on his neck. She could feel Sam's pulse as it quickened under her touch and she found herself becoming excited. Heather reminded herself of the need to help Sam and fought her need to feed.

"Sam just relax." Sam released a deep breath under her touch and she felt his heart rate start to slow, and with it she started to release her healing energy as she touched his Throat Chakra. Sam moaned under her touch and once she felt the heat of the area disperse, she let go.

"Well Sam, it doesn't feel too bad. I bet the Tylenol will make it feel better. No need to go and see the doctor." Heather spoke as she retreated to the other side of the kitchen.

"Now that you mention it, my throat does feel better. I guess I just needed some pain reliever." Sam gave her a hesitant smile.

"So Sam, I know you don't feel great but I made some chicken noodle soup and I thought after that we could have some ice cream. Do you think you could handle eating that?" Heather asked, ready to make contact if the boy said no.

But to her surprise he nodded yes, so she grabbed a bowl down from the cabinet and filled it with soup. Heather was happy that she had made her Sam feel better.

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Dean was in need of doing something that would help the town of Belvue to realize that it's new Pastor was a conman. He had walked around for a bit until a plan hit him.

The church was dark now, and it didn't take much to let himself in. Once there he was able to find his way to the church's office area. Dean settled down behind the church desk and pulled out his wallet. He always kept the numbers to his favorite phone sex lines for whenever he felt the need to have some fun at shady people's expense, and this seemed a perfect opportunity. He hoped that his favorite operator, Sandy was on duty.

Dean spent some quality time with Sandy before deciding to write a letter to the local newspaper. He hoped that getting the dirt on the newest minister in town's dirty phone habits, might make it to this sleepy town's front page. Dean wrote his anonymous tip on the churches stationary and placed it in the church mailbox as he started back to the motel.

Dean quietly entered the motel room and noticed that his dad had notes scattered in front of him.

"Hey Dad, I take it that you found a hunt. Is it close by?" Dean was hoping that his father didn't want to stay in this area, because he really didn't want to spend another day away from Sam.

"Yeah, I talked to Jim and there is a report of mysterious drownings near him. Caleb is already in the area but expressed a desire for some help. I thought this would be perfect for us Dean." John replied eyes full of excitement over the latest hunt.

"But Dad, I thought we needed to let Sammy rest up. The boy really hasn't been himself." Dean was frustrated with his father putting the hunt first again.

"I've got that worked out Dean. Father Jim will look after Sam while you and I hunt. He said that Sam could do home schooling for this nine weeks at his place. It will be good for Sam, he loves staying with Jim." John replied in a matter of fact manner, and Dean knew that there was no use arguing. Dean was frustrated though that he was expected to abandon Sam when the boy was clearly so ill.

"Yes sir." Dean replied as he grabbed his duffel bag and started getting ready for bed.

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Sam had just finished helping Heather clean up after dinner, and was wondering what they would do with the rest of the night. He wasn't sleepy after sleeping most of the day and after eating was actually feeling pretty decent. The thing was, part of him wanted to go to bed to get away from Heather. He was still not sure of why he felt the need to run from her, but it was definitely there.

Sam decided that he was being irrational, and that his feelings must be coming from his illness. Having mono definitely had left him feeling weak and he hated that.

"So Heather, what made you become the earth girl?" Sam asked as they both headed towards the living room.

"Well, Sam I guess partly to piss my dad off. He wanted me to be like him, and I'm just not. I was never good enough growing up, and so eventually I quit trying and sometimes I found great joy in pissing him off. But once I experimented with the earth girl stuff, I found that I truly liked it and found benefit with some of it." Heather sat down on the couch and Sam joined her.

"Yeah, I can understand that." Sam let the words slip out before he could stop them.

"So you and John don't always see eye to eye?" Heather asked with her full attention on him. Her stare made Sam a bit uncomfortable, but then she placed a hand over his and he felt his body relax.

"Well, I'm not like my Dad. He wants me to be like him and I'm not. The family business doesn't attract me. I want to go to college and do something different, but Dad doesn't agree." Sam felt the words tumble out. It shocked him because he hadn't shared these thoughts with anyone.

"I guess we are kindred spirits Sam. Hopefully, you can work things out better with your family than I did with mine." Heather replied, with a wistful look on her face.

"Are you not on speaking terms with your Dad?" Sam asked hesitantly.

"You could say that. He cut me off completely. But it's okay, I've become a stronger person because of his actions. I'm actually thankful that things worked out like they did." Heather's tone was confident but Sam could see anger in her eyes. At that moment she reminded him of his Dad when he was on a hunt.

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Heather couldn't believe her luck. She was actually communicating with Sam, and she could tell that the boy could relate to her. It made her heart sing to know that they truly were kindred spirits. She could tell that Sam was a bit reluctant to be so open so she gave him a little nudge and she was very glad she had.

"Well enough about me and my silly family, was there anything you wanted to do tonight before bed?" Heather asked Sam and could see he wasn't sure what to suggest.

"Uh, not sure. What would you like to do?" Sam asked.

"I could teach you a little more about Chakras. How's that sound Sam?" Heather could see the curiosity in his big innocent eyes.

"Sure, which one do you think I should tackle next?" Sam asked as he shifted around on the couch.

"There is one located on the top of our head and it is called the Crown Chakra or Chakra Seven. This Chakra supposedly when developed brings us knowledge, wisdom, understanding, spiritual connection and bliss. So would you like to explore that tonight?" She watched as Sam did the teenage eye roll and chuckled.

"Man, it sounds all hippie like. We don't have to listen to new age music to explore this do we?" Sam asked in a teasing tone.

Heather smiled. Sam was so innocent and open. "Uh no we don't but I want to help your energy flow so can I place my hand on your Chakra and you place your hand on mine?"

"Be glad Dean isn't here, he would have a field day with what you just said. "Sam sighed and smile at her. "I'm going to feel stupid, but yeah okay. I don't understand how this works or if it does, but when we did the healing Chakra I did feel better. Do we need to sit on the floor?" Sam's face was full of curiosity.

"No, I'll just move closer to you on the couch." Heather scooted closer to Sam and reveled in the closeness. She took his hand in hers and placed it on her Crown Chakra and then she placed her hand on Sam's Crown Chakra. It felt wonderful. She opened the path way between the two of them and took pleasure from the mingling of their two energy forces. She could feel Sam relax under her touch and gave her a satisfying smile. She could tell the connection brought him the same contentment that it brought her.

As their connection became stronger, Heather began to fight the feeling to take from Sam. She wanted them to connect and become closer, but the temptation was there and so strong. It pulled at her until she couldn't resist any longer.

Heather broke their connection and moved her hand to cup his neck. "Sam, look at me. I need you. Do you understand?"

She watched as Sam became trance like and nodded his head in compliance. "Good, can you lay down for me?" Heather watched as Sam laid his body down on the couch. She slowly lifted his shirt and moved her right hand down his chest to his Solar Plexus Chakra. This was such a tempting place to feed from, it was where Sam's energy, vitality, desire and power resided.

It would be easy to feed through her finger tips, but she wanted to taste Sam as she feed. To claim his desire as her desire, and to be one with him. Sam was trembling and small sobs were coming from him as she bent down to suck on his succulent flesh. It didn't take long for those sobs to turn to moans of pleasure as the feeding released his innermost desires.

-0-

John had awaken before Dean that morning. It was seven am, and John decided to let the boy sleep in a bit longer. He slipped down to the lobby area of the motel and grabbed some coffee and a paper. The lobby was empty so John pulled out his phone.

He had decided that it would be a good idea to give Heather the heads up that they were coming back early and were going to leave. John also figured that if Sam was feeling better, he could start packing.

As John dialed the number he hoped that he had called too early. He was relieved when a chipper voice answered on the other end.

"Hey Heather, this is John. How are things going this morning?" John hoped that she had good news about Sam.

"Well, Sam woke up later in the evening last night and after he ate and took some Tylenol, he was feeling much better. I've let him sleep in this morning." Heather's voice was reassuring.

John was relieved to hear his baby boy was feeling better. "I'm glad to hear that and Dean will be too. Uh, the reason I'm calling is to let you know that the job was a bust. Our tip was way off mark and I've been given another lead. It is out of state, but near a good family friend of ours, Pastor Jim, has agreed to take care of Sam while Dean and I do this job. So I'll need to settle our three month lease when I get back today. I'm sorry for such short notice." John hated to bail on her so soon, but fully intended to live up to the lease and not leave her high and dry.

"Oh John, I hate that you and the boys need to leave, but I understand. I'm glad you have someone you trust to watch over Sam. And don't you worry about the lease. You can pay me for the month, but with all the work that Dean did for me, we can call us even." Heather's voice was soft and pleasant. John really did hate leaving her so soon.

"Well I don't know if Dean doing a few chores makes us even, but we can discuss that when I get there. Would you do me a favor and when Sam wakes up, let him know we're moving on to Pastor Jim's? And tell him if he feels up to it, he can pack, but if not we can help him when we get in this afternoon." John hoped Sam would push himself, and do all the packing before we got there.

"Sure John, see you in a bit." Heather's cheery voice replied.

"Thanks."

John hung up and started back for their room, happy that things were falling into place for the next hunt.

A/N: Thanks to everyone reviewing- we should have more up on Monday!