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 13

Dean entered the kitchen and noticed that his dad had their dinner ready and on the table. It was a simple fare of hot dogs and french fries but it looked good to Dean. He was starving.

Dean took a seat across from his dad and began serving himself.

"So Sam's not going to join us?" John asked as he began to fill his own plate.

"No, the kid's pretty tired. I got him to drink a glass of milk when he took his meds but even that was a chore." Dean sighed. He really hated that Sammy was so ill.

"He'll be okay son. This is just one of those illnesses that takes a lot of time to get over. Once we get to Jim's he'll have plenty of time to rest up." John's reassurances were interrupted with a knock at the door.

John quickly rose and headed to the door. Dean was not surprised the hear sing song voice of their apartment manager coming from the door. He watched as she strolled into the kitchen.

"Wow, I keep interrupting your dinner, sorry about that. I did bring cookies. Where's Sam?" Heather asked as she sat the plate of cookies down on the table.

"Sleeping, he's really tired." Dean replied as he continued to eat. He knew it was rude, but damn he was hungry.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Well I won't keep you and your father, I just wanted to drop off the lease paper work and cookies. I can say goodbye to Sam in the morning." Dean watched as Heather laid her right hand on his shoulder. "Be sure to get a good night's sleep Dean." He nodded back at her and continued to eat.

He watched as Heather walked over to his dad and put a hand on his shoulder. "John, don't worry about Sam, he'll be okay. You and Dean both look stressed, you both definitely need a good night's sleep." Dean smirked at Heather going all maternal on his dad.

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Heather could sense the peaceful sleep coming from the apartment. It was time to call her beloved. In their last feeding, she had planted the thought that they needed to be together and that his family was standing in the way. Sam needed to leave them. Heather would now awaken that thought in her soul mate and wait for his arrival.

She began her chant calling to her sweet Sam, and within a few minutes she sensed him at the door. She watched as he opened the front door. He stood eyes wide in trance, but tears were falling. Heather hurried to take him in her arms.

"Oh Baby, I know it's hard to leave them, but it is for the best you understand that right? Maybe someday they'll understand our love and you can be reunited with them." She pulled Sam into her arms and let him succumb to his tears, as she slowly rubbed small circles on his back. Heather continued to reassure him with her words and through energy contact. A few moments later the sobs subsided and Heather pulled away to look at the sweet boy.

"Are you okay Sam?" She watched as Sam nodded and tried to give her a small smile.

"I love you and want to be with you Heather, I really do, but I love them too. It's so hard to leave them, but if you think that in time they will understand our love and that I can reunite with them...then I can do this." Sam pulled closer hugging her. Heather took Sam's chin in her left hand and gave him a chaste kiss.

"I promise that this is for the best, and that someday you can be with them again. But sweetie, we need to leave now." Sam nodded and followed her outside, with his duffel bag over his right shoulder.

Heather popped the trunk to her car and let Sam place his bag there, and then they both got into the car.

Heather was happy but nervous. She had used her energy earlier on John and Dean to make sure that the hunters slept deeply so that Sam could make his escape, but she wanted to get going and put as much distance between her and the hunters as she could.

Her plan was to take Sam as far as way as she could in a nights drive and to go somewhere that the Winchesters would never want or think to go. She was taking Sam home, home to Lawrence, Kansas. She knew from reading John that it was where he had lost his wife. It was only about a seven hour drive, so she could be settled with her beloved before John or Dean even realized Sam were missing.

Heather looked over at Sam and noticed that the boy was again fighting back tears. She couldn't bear to see him in pain.

"Sam, it will be okay, I promise. Baby, I want you to do something for me, okay?" Sam nodded and Heather reached down and took his left hand in her right. "You need to sleep. I'm going to drive us to our new home, and while I drive, I want you to sleep."

Sam nodded again and closed his eyes. He leaned his head against the passenger window and within minutes he was asleep.

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Dean awoke with a jerk, something was wrong. He smiled at his paranoid morning wake up. They weren't on a hunt, he was safe in his bedroom with Sam. Rolling over to face his brother, he hoped that his little brother was feeling better.

Dean was surprised to see the bed empty. Well, Sam did normally rise before him, but since becoming ill, the boy was had finally outdone Dean in the sleeping in department.

He got off the bed with a smile on his face, if Sam was up maybe he was feeling better. Dean grabbed his jeans off the floor and headed downstairs. He was surprised that Sam was not in the kitchen with his Dad.

"So Dad, is Sam next door saying goodbye to Heather?" Dean asked as he sat down across from his dad, missing the coffee pot that was packed up with the rest of their stuff.

"Uh, maybe, I just got up. I hope he makes it back over here soon, I want to grab some coffee and breakfast and then head out." John replied rubbing his right hand down his face.

"If he's not back in five minutes, I'm going to get him. I got to have me some coffee!" Dean replied with a sigh, and noticed that his dad nodded in agreement.

"I'm with you on that Dean, I can't seem to wake up!" John gave him a smile.

Dean echoed the sentiment. "It's weird, I slept late and I'm still tired. In fact, forget waiting five minutes, I'm going to go get lover boy right now."

Dean rose from his chair and walked over to their door and hurriedly put his boots on. Within a minute he was across the hall knocking on the apartment manager's door. Dean waited for a minute, and was surprised when he got no answer and there was no sound coming from the apartment. Dean tried the door and it was unlocked.

"Heather? Sam? Are you guys in here?" Dean got a bad vibe. The house was quiet and dark. If his brother wasn't here, where could he be? It wasn't like his brother to wander far without letting them know. In fact it was unheard of, because Sam knew that their dad would go ballistic.

Dean walked back to their apartment. "Dad, no one was home and the door was unlocked, though I don't think hippie girl ever locks her door. Where do you think Sam could have gone?" Dean was trying not to panic, but something was telling him that his brother was in danger. It was a gut feeling, and unfortunately, those feelings usually rang true when it came to Sam.

"I don't know Dean, I'll check around outside." John replied.

Dean bounded into the bedroom and looked around for a clue as to where Sam might have gone. It was then that he noticed that Sam's duffel was gone. Dean couldn't breathe. He looked around the room for any clue and it was on his second glance around the room that he noticed an envelope on top of the night stand.

Dean approached it and noticed his name was on the front written in Sam's hand. With trembling hands he opened the envelope and took out the paper inside. His world stopped as he read it.

Dean, I need to be with Heather. It is hard to put in words what I feel for her, but we need each other. We both knew that you and Dad wouldn't be able to let me go. I know you both think I'm too young to make this decision, but trust me when I say it is for the best. Please let me go, and when the time is right, I will be in contact. Love, Sam

The letter fell from Dean's hand, and he followed it down. His brother was gone, with Heather. It was too hard to process. There was no way his brother went willingly. Dean knew his brother and this wasn't Sam.

He would find Sam, and Heather would pay for whatever she did to his little brother. She would pay.

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Heather was pleased with the progress that they had made. It was early morning when they reached Lawrence. She noticed a Holiday Inn as she entered town, and decided that it would do until she could get them a permanent place. She sighed, that thought made her feel warm inside. A permanent place to live with her love.

Sam was still sleeping when they pulled in, so Heather quietly exited the car and got them a room, and then pulled around back and parked in front of it. She helped the sleepy boy out of the car and into their room and deposited him on the queen size bed.

Heather lay next to her new love and snuggled up to him. She was tired, all the driving had caught up with her. She knew a feeding would make her feel better. Grabbing Sam's left wrist she took it into her hand and turned his hand until she found the pulse point. She took in the scent that was all Sam and felt her fangs lower. Slowly she sank them into the tender flesh and began to suck the ambrosia that was Sam's blood. She felt the boy moan under her and it made her feel so powerful and so alive. Once she was done feeding she used her tongue to salve over the marks and then she put his hand on top of his stomach.

She then nestled her head on his shoulder and fell into contented sleep.

A/N: I should have another part up on Friday before I leave for Spring Break. Thanks for reading and reviewing! I wanted to take a moment to thank our anonimous reviewers- sensiblytainted and sairah!