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 Sendintheclown

Every Breath You Take – Chapter 16

Sam was miserable. He couldn't let his guard down with Heather; he was tense and on edge. Sometimes Heather was so sweet to him, cooking him nice dinners and talking to him about school, literature and the world. And then there was the other Heather – the monster that either fed on him or restrained him so he couldn't leave the apartment.

Sure, Heather had shared her life story with him and it was sort of sad but that didn't give her the right to hold Sam captive.

Hell, Sam hadn't been outside since the day Heather had dragged him here. And he didn't even know where here was because Heather had removed any signs of their location. Heather didn't bring mail into their place. The shopping bags she brought home were plain paper bags, devoid of description. Their apartment didn't even have a TV.

Sam was isolated. And alone.

And above all else, Sam missed Dean. His big brother had always looked out for him, even when Sam was being a pain in the ass. Dean was smart and funny and always stuck up for Sam.

It had been 22 days since Sam had started tracking the passage of time in a notebook Heather allowed him to have. He didn't have any illusions about privacy as he'd seen the woman flipping through the paper, looking for what, he didn't know. But he'd started tallying the days since he'd seen his family.

Tears threatened to fall but Sam made an effort to hold them back. Crying hadn't gotten him anything except a headache in the past.

Heather had left the apartment to get supplies, as she called it. Sam's hands were pulled up over his head, handcuffed to the ornate metal headboard. Heather had only left the apartment a hand full of times since they arrived and on those past occasions she'd fed on Sam to the point where he couldn't even lift his head from the pillow.

This time she had announced that Sam was too pale and weak so she was going to secure him to the bed while she was out. Securing had meant a pair of handcuffs and Heather had to use her psychic power to get Sam onto the bed before she could use them.

Sam had fought the power of suggestion and fought hard. Heather had a battle on her hands but she was finally able to break through the last of his reserves. Although she hadn't drained him of blood, Sam was exhausted from the mental tussle.

Allowing himself to rest only a few minutes, Sam set about getting out of the handcuffs. They were standard issue and if Sam had something sharp, a pin or a pick, he should have been able to spring the lock. All's Sam had at his disposal were his clothes and the bed and there was nothing available to help him play Houdini.

Instead Sam was going to try pulling his hand out of the cuffs. It was going to hurt like hell because it meant dislocating the thumb of one hand and then trying to use the injured hand to free the other one.

As far as plans went it sucked but Sam was getting desperate. If he didn't get away from Heather, who he'd silently taken to calling Jekyll and Hyde, he was going to lose his mind.

Focusing all of his attention and energies on his left hand, he wiggled and turned and pulled at it. Sweat broke out across his forehead as pain flared in his thumb. It was slow and tedious and his whole left arm burned as he worked on forcing the opposing digit through the metal.

Sam bit his lip and forced himself to relax. Heather would be gone a minimum of two hours so he had some time to work his way loose.

If this didn't work, Sam would have to move to Plan B. And he really didn't want to go there.

-0-

Heather moved through the plaza at a fast clip. She'd stopped at a Dillon's and stocked up on Sam's food. She'd shoved the frozen foods into an ice chest in her Ford Taurus before she'd hightailed it over to Whole Foods Market. She needed to get her pea pods and twigs, as Sam had once called her Vegan diet.

God, she missed Sam. He was with her almost 24/7 but for all that time he'd withdrawn from her and she hadn't been able to reconnect with him again. She understood that he missed his family but she'd explained that he was safer with Heather. She needed Sam and he needed her.

It should have been simple but Sam refused to get with the program. And the more Heather used her powers to gain his compliance, the more he fought. His psychic powers were getting stronger every day and she feared he'd soon find a way to break free from her.

And that wasn't something Heather could allow to happen. She loved Sam and she knew she could be good for him. She just needed to convince him of that.

It had taken Heather a few days to get over her mistake. She hadn't meant to let Sam push her buttons like that but the stress of abandoning her life and starting a new with Sam had really set her on edge. When Sam had made a break for the door, she'd lost her reason.

Heather had tried to make it up to Sam. She prepared lavish meals for him. She showered him with books. She talked to him about college. But nothing she tried broke through the walls Sam had thrown up since he'd left his family.

Sam was depressed. He didn't eat. He didn't sleep. He never smiled. He only spoke to Heather when he absolutely had to. She had to find a way to get him to see reason.

Maybe Heather could try some St. John's Wort. She knew it helped with in some cases of depression.

Heather changed directions as she moved toward the health aids and almost knocked a short, black lady off her feet. "I'm so sorry. Are you alright?"

She'd been distracted, worrying about Sam, and had nearly bowled the woman to the ground. The woman looked at her strangely before a smile lit up her face. "You didn't do any damage to these old bones. Don't you worry your pretty little head about me."

Throwing a distracted smile at the woman, Heather darted off to finish her shopping.

Something was spurring Heather on. A tingle trickled down her spine. Abandoning her shopping, Heather quickly exited the door. She suddenly needed to see Sam. Something was wrong.

The store was a short drive from the apartment and before she could trace the reason for her unease, Heather was bolting into the apartment.

Sam's head was leaning awkwardly against the headboard as his arms pulled and twisted at the handcuffs. "Sam, stop! You're hurting yourself."

Blood was trickling from an area Sam had scraped raw and as she approached the bed, she could see red marks that would soon turn into deep bruising. Sam lifted his eyes and Heather was taken aback by the desolation in his face.

Heather produced a key from her jeans pocket and opened the handcuffs, cradling the hands as she lowered them down. "Oh, Sam."

Not sure what to expect, Heather was on guard. Sam had almost managed to dislocate his left thumb, maybe even fracture that wrist, in his bid to get out of the cuffs. Who knows what he'd try next.

But Sam didn't move. He let Heather adjust pillows behind his back and sit him up, all the while remaining pliant against her. She knew Sam would need something for the pain, and maybe ice for his hand, but she was loathe to leave his side.

Perching on the side of the bed, Heather reached out and touched the side of Sam's face. She wasn't using her power at the moment and she was more than a little shocked when Sam didn't shy away.

Maybe this was the sign Heather had been waiting for. She didn't want Sam to remain docile but this was an improvement over the hostility of the last three weeks.

Heather knew of another way to soothe Sam's self inflicted wounds. Shifting Sam forward until his head was leaning over her shoulder, Heather began to rub in a circular motion at the base of his spine. Tugging his shirt up she slid her hand under this sweatpants and boxers so that her hand touched his skin as she tapped into the Root Chakra; she as trying to stimulate his feelings of security.

Once the power was humming along that power source, Heather tipped Sam onto his side, guiding his descent with her free hand. Sam's eyes were half closed, his face impassive. Heather, lying on her side so she faced Sam, brought her other hand up and touched Sam's throat. This Chakra was the center of healing and she concentrated her powers there.

Sam was pale, dark smudges under his eyes, but he was the most beautiful thing Heather had seen. She reminded herself of Sam's pain as a way to distract herself from the beautiful gift in front of her. She wanted nothing more than to initiate a blood bond at the moment but it wasn't in Sam's best interest.

Heather contented herself with settling Sam more comfortably against her. It was awkward for her to retain contact with his spine and throat but her body was supple from the yoga and for Sam she could do this.

Sam was her priority

-0-

John jumped when the phone rang. Despite the copious amounts of coffee he'd indulged in he was exhausted. So exhausted that he'd put his head down on the kitchen table for just a moment to rest.

Lunging for the phone, John had to steady himself against the kitchen wall. He was dizzy and realized although he'd had ample amounts of coffee, he hadn't had any food. "Winchester here."

John and Dean had thrown all pretenses of being another family out the window, reverting to their real name, when Sam went missing. They'd turned the hated apartment into a command post in their search for Sam, disgusted that they were on Heather's property, but not willing to stray from it. Just in case.

It had been more than three weeks since Heather had disappeared with his young son and he was crazy with worry.

John was surprised when he heard a voice form his past – Missouri Mosely. "Johnny Winchester, that you? You sound like crap."

A half hearted smile twisted at John's lips. He'd missed the feisty psychic from Lawrence. "Well, Missouri, when one of your boys goes missing, that tends to happen."

Missouri gave a brief bark of laughter which set John's teeth on edge. Sam's absence was like a huge hole in his heart and nothing to laugh about. He refused to think about what that creature, Heather, was doing to his boy. "Well, Johnny, it's time to start packing. You need to get to Lawrence right away."

His heart rate kicked up a notch. He couldn't say anything. For the first time in over three weeks, John felt a glimmer of hope. "I ran into a woman today at the market. She had dark, layered hair and big, brown eyes and Lordy, was she distracted. She just about knocked me off my feet. But a funny thing happened when we touched – I could hear her thinking about Sam."

John shoved the emotions he was feeling back inside of him. He didn't have time right now to feel the relief. "Where is he? Where's my boy?"

Missouri was making some sort of calming noise over the line but it wasn't working. "I tried to follow her but she lost me. The good news is I think she's living here in Lawrence. We were in an organic food store and it's not that well known. You just need to get your butt here and find her, and then you'll find Sam."

He would have felt a whole lot better if Missouri knew exactly where Heather was staying but this was for the first lead they'd had since she'd slipped away with Sam in tow. Or forced his young son with her. But he didn't like to dwell on that. Didn't like to think what that she-bitch was doing to Sam. "So you said you sensed her thinking about Sam. Did you pick up anything specific? Is he okay?"

John was trying to hold himself together but he was frantic for news about Sam. "She was worried about Sam, I picked up that much. And it was real concern. I don't think she was intending any mischief. But John, you need to know – I think we're dealing with a psychic vampire."

Pushing that news aside for the moment, John concentrated on making arrangements to stay with Missouri when they arrived. John then disconnected the call, eager to share the news with his other son. "Dean!"

He hadn't meant to bellow but he was bursting to share the news. Dean skidded into the kitchen, looking wrung out. Sam's disappearance had been very hard on his oldest boy. Neither Winchester was taking very good care of themselves at the moment but John needed to put a stop to that now. Sam was going to need him when they got him back. "Do you have news? Is Sam okay?"

John pulled Dean into his arms and gave him a tight squeeze. He releasing him with a clap on the back. "That was Missouri on the phone. She thinks she bumped into Heather in Lawrence and she picked up something about Sam. We're leaving now for Lawrence so grab your stuff. We're going to find Sam."

Dean's shoulders sagged with relief. His son's face finally cracked into a smile, his eyes brimming with tears. John tugged him back into his arms for another hug, elated at the thought that they finally had a solid lead. "I think it's going to be okay now. Let's go bring your brother home."

A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing! We should have more up on Friday!