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 17

Dean was a mix of emotions as he watched the Lawrence city limits sign wiz by. He knew his dad was also caught in swirl of emotion just by looking at the man's white knuckled grip of the steering wheel as they went over the Kansas River, heading straight for downtown Lawrence. For Dean, he was excited, hopeful, and scared senseless. This is where everything started, where he lost him mom. He just hoped that it wasn't where he would lose Sam.

"So where does Missouri live, is it far?" Dean asked his dad trying to distract the both of them from their morbid thoughts of the past.

"Uh, not far. Lawrence is a big square basically and she is near the center. A funny fact about the town, the streets are named after the fifty states and are in order of when each state joined the union. I always thought it was weird, but your mom thought it was cool." John gave Dean a tight smile.

So much for taking Dad's mind off the past, but it was kinda neat to learn one more little thing about Mom. Dad wasn't big in sharing memories of the past, so Dean was happy to get the bread crumbs when they came.

"Yeah, no offense to Mom, but I'm with you on it being weird though Sammy definitely would think it was cool." Dean wanted to mentally smack himself for bringing up Sam, but changed his mind when his Dad chuckled.

"Yeah, your brother would. And when we find him, I'll have to give him a mini tour of his birth place if we have time." John gave him a quick smile and Dean knew that the comment was his dad's way of letting him know that they would find Sammy.

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Heather was beside herself with guilt. That first day in Lawrence when Sam had tried to escape she had sworn she would do whatever it took to make Sam hers, even if it meant breaking him. She now realized how stupid she was to have wanted that.

Sam was broken. A shell of who she had fallen in love with and it broke her heart. Yesterday she had caught him trying to dislocate his thumb to escape, and when she caught him, he shut down. He now did as he was told, no life in his face. She had her perfect zombie follower, just like her father and she hated herself for it.

Heather was determined to fix Sam. It wouldn't be easy but she was determined. She had stopped feeding on the boy and that was hard but necessary. He wasn't eating well and it was a struggle to get protein shakes down him. At times she had to hand feed him and even then he would shut down and refuse to eat much.

She had decided that she needed to feed him energy. If she connected to each Chakra and shared her energy, she hoped that it would bring Sam around. That it would bring him back to her. The only problem was she needed to refuel her energy in order to feed Sam. That meant she would have to leave Sam alone and while she hated the idea, it was the only way.

"Sam, sweetie, I need to go out okay?" She watched for any acknowledgement but Sam just stared straight ahead from his spot on the couch. Heather walked over to Sam and squatted down until she was in his line of sight. His eyes didn't register her presence.

She reached over and put a hand on his cheek and Sam drew in a quick breath and for the first time that day actually focused on her. "Sam, I need to go out, so I would like you to go to bed and stay until I get back. Do you understand?"

Sam nodded and started to rise slowly from the couch and almost fell back. His legs wobbly like a new born colt. Heather quickly grabbed his left elbow and helped guide him over to the bed.

Once she had Sam tucked in she gave him a quick kiss to the forehead and leaned in to whisper to her beloved, "I'm so sorry sweetheart, I promise that I will make things better for you soon." She had hoped for some sort of response but instead Sam closed his eyes falling asleep.

With a heavy heart Heather left Sam and headed to the clubs on the main drag of Lawrence. With it being a college town, she hoped to find a young victim full of untapped power.

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Dean wasn't sure what he was expecting Missouri's house to look like, but everyday normal wasn't what he had pictured. Her house matched all the two story houses on the block. The only difference was that she had a few more plants and a sign in her yard that proclaimed that she was a palm reader.

Dean followed his father up the path to the door, and wasn't too surprised to see the door open before they reached it. She was a psychic after all.

"John Winchester, let me get a look at you!" The short African American women spouted the minute she laid eyes on John. The way she was fussing over his dad made Dean grin. "You're a little grayer John, but still the same. I'm sure the young man hiding behind you helped put some of the gray there "

"Yeah, the boys keep me on my toes." John replied.

Dean noticed his dad smirk as he pushed Dean forward for inspection. "Well at least you've put some weight on you boy! You were too skinny the last time I saw you." Dean frowned, not remembering ever meeting her before. It made sense though, if his dad knew her.

Before he could speak, Missouri answered his minds queries. "You were just a small boy when we met."

"So uh, nice to see you again. Do you know where Sam is?" Dean could help but be direct, but knew he had been too direct when she scowled at him.

"Dean give me a minute and I'll answer all your questions. Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of answers. Please come on in, and follow me to the kitchen. I just perked us some coffee and we can sit and chat." Missouri quickly turned and Dean shadowed his dad as they entered her house.

They had settled at the table in Missouri's kitchen mugs of coffee in front of them when evidently Missouri decided it was time to share what she knew. In Dean's mind it was about damn time.

"Boy, I know you're worried about your brother but don't you be cussing me in your mind. It would do you some good to learn some patience." Missouri's words were harsh but her expression softened when she was done speaking.

"Uh, sorry ma'am. I'm just a bit lost without my brother." Dean replied, and he could see her giving him a reassuring smile.

"Yeah, I'm sorry Missouri that we burst in on you after not seeing you for years. It doesn't make for a pleasant visit." John added.

"Oh boys, I understand and I just wish that I could be more help to you. I will tell you what I do know. This woman is a psychic vampire and she gives off a distinct energy. The thing is, she is very powerful and has cloaked Sam's location. I know she is still here though, I can sense her energy. I just can't pinpoint it." Missouri finished speaking and looked over at Dean and then John.

Dean watched as his Dad pondered what he had been told and then spoke. "So we know that she is a health food nut. You ran across her at a health food store, right?" Missouri nodded and John continued. "Well, Lawrence can't have very many of them. We can stake them out."

Dean realized that it was a long shot but all they had.

"Well boys, there are two here. One that the locals call The Merc, and then the one I ran into her at, Whole Foods Market. I would imagine that the latter one would be where she would return, but I'm not positive, so staking out both makes sense." Missouri finished speaking and took a drink of coffee.

"Okay then, we'll start that tomorrow morning. What time do these two stores open?" John's tone serious and in hunter mode.

"I called earlier to find out and they are open from 10 am to 8pm." Missouri replied.

Dean had kept quiet and was trying not to mentally curse again but crap, that was a lot of time to spend watching hippies shop in hopes of catching Heather. His mind was racing over the fact that it might take days to find her and what would she do to Sam during that time. It made him realize that he didn't know what a psychic vampire was and what she might do to his Sammy.

He couldn't stop himself from blurting out, "What is a psychic vampire?" He was relieved to get the words out but afraid of what he was about to hear.

John spoke up. "Son, I did some research on them awhile back when I was dealing with a succubus. Sometimes, succubus or incubus are considered psychic vampires. They're creatures that feed of energies or life forces. In the Hopi beliefs, it is a sorcerer that pretends to help their victims and then feeds off their life forces. I'm not sure where Heather fits into all of this, but we can assume that she is feeding off of Sam's life force. In fact, I'm sure that is how she killed her husband, she drained him of all his life force." John finished with a sigh.

"What! Does that mean she is slowly killing Sam? This can't be happening." Dean replied jumping up ready to search every apartment or house in Lawrence to find his brother.

Missouri stood and grabbed Dean's right shoulder. "Boy, sit down, and calm down. You're not doing your brother any good getting all riled up. I have some ideas on this woman and if you sit I'll share them."

Dean let out a huff and wanted to ignore her, but he realized that she was right and he slowly lowered himself back in his chair.

"Okay, from what I sensed of her, she is part human. I don't think she is a typical psychic vampire. My guess is that she is some sort of hybrid. What her kind would consider a freak, which would explain her being on her own. She cares about Sam. I got that loud and clear. I don't think she would purposefully hurt Sam, but that doesn't mean that she isn't feeding off him. She might feed off of him to claim him, but that's just a guess. Sam is a young boy and I don't think he would offer her much as an energy source so I think her interest is purely in companionship." Missouri finished and looked quickly down at her coffee.

Dean could tell that she had been reluctant to share her thoughts on Heather. He couldn't blame her. The idea that this woman took his fifteen year old brother for companionship, was beyond sick in his mind.

Dean looked over at his dad and could see that he shared his thoughts on the matter. They were going to find Sam soon and heaven help Heather when they did.

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Heather was on an energy high. Lawrence was one big buffet and she had eaten more than her fill. She did feel guilty leaving Sam alone for three hours, but it had been well worth it. She had feed on four different people and now had a surplus of energy ready to share it with her beloved.

She stepped into her car and rolled the windows down. Heather wanted to feel the wind on her face, to feel at one with nature as she headed back to Sam. It had been a fun evening of dancing and feeding. In fact she was still dancing in her mind so she turned the radio on and the volume up. A song she recognized from childhood came blaring out at her.

Oh, can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every breath you take

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you

Every move you make
Every step you take
I'll be watching you

Heather smiled as she listened to the lyrics. She had never given them much thought before, but now with Sam in her life she totally understood what the singer was saying. Her heart did ache with the thought of her beloved. With that thought she pushed her foot down on the gas pedal willing herself back to her Sam

A/N: Thanks to everyone reading and reviewing. For all the young pups reading the story- the song that Heather is listening too, and that the story's title is base- is "Every Breath You Take" by the Police. We should have the next part up on Sunday!