Fangs and Fury

Summary: After another fight, Sam goes out to cool off when Dean gets jumped by vampires looking to use him as bait or food. It's up to Sam to find his brother before he's turned or killed & he's forced to call upon the last person he ever wanted to ask for help or risk losing Dean again but saving him won't be as simple as either Sam or Benny think. *Hurt/limp/angry/sick!Dean; Protective/concerned/worried/furious!Sam (Benny's here as well)* Set between 08x10 Torn & Frayed and 08x11 LARP & the Real Girl.

Warnings: Some for language and a little violence but nothing too serious.

A/N: I've never really done Benny before so please bear with me because trying to capture his voice isn't easy.

Chapter Two

Saundserville, LA: Present:

It took what seemed like an eternity for Sam Winchester to move once he could get past the horrid stench coming out of the bathroom of the motel room he and his older brother had shared.

The hunter's nerves had been on edge ever since getting the phone call from Dean a little under two hours ago that had originally been meant to tell Sam not to come back because all of their fighting had finally done what not even the Apocalypse or Ruby could do and broke the bond that was between them.

At first Sam had been close to panic because only one time did Dean tell him to go or that they'd be better off apart and Sam still had the physical and emotional scars from that time. Then he began to slowly understand that his brother wasn't forcing his away as much as he was trying to warn him not to come back.

Sam had suspected vampires had jumped his brother but it wasn't until he got back to the motel and saw the damage that the hunch began to get stronger because very few supernatural bad guys could get the jump on his brother, especially with as hyper as Dean had been lately, and not go down the hard way.

A quick look told him that it had to have been multiple vampires but now as he stared at the blood covering the bathroom and the blood soaked denim jacket that Sam immediately recognized as Dean's the younger Winchester was almost scared to move.

He and Dean had been fighting a lot since his brother got back from Purgatory and the fight this morning was the worst one but Sam knew that no matter how much or how bad they fought or bickered that his big brother was still nearly invincible in his eyes and the thought of what was under that jacket nearly forced him out of the bathroom.

"No…Dean didn't raise a coward and you're not one," Sam admonished himself, watching his step on the now slippery floor to reach down to grip the collar of the jacket to pull and back and felt a wave of both nausea and sick relief fill him…before the nausea won out and he dropped to the toilet to throw up.

Relieved that it wasn't his brother's body in the tub covered by the jacket gave Sam a sense of relief until the thought that Dean had been taken by the vampires to who knew where, to have who knew what done to him made a surge of temper spike and just like that Sam's hunter self was back in control.

Only giving a small thought to how the hell he was going to clean this up before the motel manager called the cops, Sam was focused on the three dead and beheaded vampires in the tub where someone, the other vamps perhaps, had tossed them.

There was no doubt that they'd been left as a clear message to someone but since Sam knew he wasn't supposed to be here then that left him with the question of who they'd be a message to and why when he caught sight of something sticking out of the mouth of one of the vampires.

"Yeah, no semblance in this message," Sam muttered, wincing as he pulled the paper out with a disgusted look that soon turned into a pure bitch face. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

Getting away from the smell in the bathroom, not that the bedroom was any cleaner, Sam slid one of the beds back up so he could sit down as he tried to decipher the note but it only took him a matter of minutes to understand that whoever had left this note had not left it for him and once again he wanted to snarl.

"Son of a bitch!" he nearly gave the bed a kick as he swore, not realizing how much like Dean he sounded right then when something on the floor caught his attention and soon Sam was on his knees without regard to getting even more blood on his jeans to pick up the black band with shaking fingers.

Sam recognized it as soon as he touched it. Both he and his brother once had the black bands and while he was certain that Dean still had his somewhere, Sam hadn't seen his since the day he placed it in his brother's pocket as he buried him after the damn hellhounds had ripped Dean to pieces.

He'd often wondered if Dean still had it or if he'd gotten rid of it like he had the amulet during that time during the Apocalypse and he lost faith in them but as Sam's fingers ran over the band now he felt his chest tighten when he understood that this was his band, not Dean's, because Sam knew that his band had a worn spot just above the knot from where he'd always rub his fingers over it when agitated.

Shocked at finding it lying on the floor, it slowly made Sam weaker because it told him that Dean would've had this on him when he was jumped and either he dropped it during the initial assault or…he dropped it after and before he was taken away.

"Damn it, Dean," understanding that his brother had done this in a way to keep him safe gave Sam a little piece of security that he and his brother still had a shot at repairing this damage…if he could find Dean before he outlived his purpose and that was it hit him that he had no idea how to do this.

Sam was stuck in a small town with no idea who had his brother or where they'd taken him, much less how he'd get him back when he couldn't even read the one damn clue he did have and that made his inner hatred build because he did not want to have to what it was fairly clear to him that he needed to.

If Dean's innocently dropped clues hadn't already told him this whole mess involved Benny somehow then the damn note he found in a type of French that Sam couldn't translate in the time he had.

Plus there was also the interesting symbol scrawled on the motel wall in blood, he suspected it was probably his brother's blood, which just screamed message.

In his life Sam had worked with some weird things and that included the damn demon bitch that had gotten him in so much trouble to begin with but he did not want to work with the vampire that his brother seemed so loyal to.

Sam hated Benny with every ounce of passion that he had and every time he heard the man refer to Dean as 'brother' he had to choke back the urge to either stake him or cut his head off.

That was another thing that Dean didn't seem to notice or maybe he didn't care by this point but Sam did care that someone else was calling his brother that and he hated how it made him feel.

Though right then he also knew that if he let his pride and emotions run this then he stood a good chance of losing Dean because if he didn't get help then he'd never find his brother and that wasn't something Sam was willing to risk on a little…no, he wasn't going down to that thought yet.

"Please still work," picking us the dropped cellphone, Sam scrolled through the list of stored numbers and began to feel those little pricks of panic coming again when he couldn't find the number for Dean's vampire friend. "No, no…c'mon, you never delete anyone from these things," he spoke to the phone as if speaking to his missing brother.

Pacing as he scrolled back through the very short list of names on the phone, Sam felt like swearing and crying at the same time because he was stunned that his brother had actually deleted Benny's number after he'd called him that last time to tell him that he couldn't help him anymore.

Sam knew that had been a hard choice for Dean to make because once Dean Winchester felt loyalty to someone it took a lot for him to walk away and the younger man held no delusions that he'd been the reason for that choice.

He'd chosen not to go back to Texas and so Dean had made the choice between him and Benny, the one that Sam had never had the guts to actually voice aloud to this brother…and now he was silently kicking them both because without that number he couldn't call…

"Wait, he called him so that means the number will be in the call history," Sam was 100% certain that his non-tech brother would never had thought to erase the memory on the phone and quickly called that log up to scroll through it until he finally came to one that he could only hope was right because it was the only 'B.L.' in the recent log.

Rolling his eyes that not only had his older brother actually deleted his older calls but didn't put full names for anyone except for him, Sam hesitated briefly before hitting the number then touching send and heard the dial tone.

Forcing a deep breath into his lungs before letting it out slowly, Sam tried to calm down but his emotions were jumping all over the place between fear for Dean's safety, anger towards himself for leaving the motel this morning, hate for the damn vampires who grabbed his brother and concern for what he'd do if the call wasn't answered.

Dean had shrugged off his question about how Benny had taken his decision to sever ties but Sam wasn't sure how much his brother had downplayed the actual event and if it had gone bad then perhaps Benny wouldn't pick up the call.

As the phone rang for the third time and his level of nervousness notched up, Sam felt something click inside him as soon as he heard the ring cut off and the smooth tone of whiskey and honey with a Cajun accent came over the phone.

"Hey, what's up, brother? Didn't expect to hear from you this soon."

Clenching his fingers around the bracelet to remind himself that he was doing this for Dean, Sam swallowed the curse that wanted to come every time he heard the vampire call Dean 'brother' and focused on the phone. "This isn't Dean."

Dead air came on the phone as Benny either took this news in or disconnected but after a couple heartbeats he made a soft sound as if clearing his throat before speaking. "Sam."

Benny Lafitte would know the voice of Dean's little brother anywhere and it wasn't even because it still held that same dark mistrust it had the first night they'd met face to face.

No, Benny knew he'd know that voice because it actually sounded like he thought it would from all the times Dean had spoken of his brother while they'd been fighting to get out of Purgatory and because it also sounded a lot like Dean did when the boy hadn't been paying attention to keep the hard as ass hunter shell up.

Recognizing Sam's voice and accepting that he was on Dean's phone calling him were different matters to the vampire though as he pulled his truck over to the side of the back road he'd been driving on. "What's wrong?" he asked straight out because for Sam to call him after Dean had made the choice to sever ties then he was nearly 99.9% certain that something had to be wrong. "Where's Dean…or if this just between us?"

Benny could hear the ragged way Sam was breathing but couldn't decide if it was temper or something else while he flipped open the cooler he kept on the front seat with him to take out a bag of blood. "You're brother worked real hard to keep us apart the last time so…"

"Dean's been grabbed by vampires," Sam cut in finally, hating to even voice that aloud but also hating that the vampire knew about Dean's ploy to send Sam off on some fake errand of mercy. "I think they're pissed off at you and planning to use him or something."

"What?" no longer interested in the blood, Benny's full attention was on the phone and the hunter on the other end. "What makes you think vampires have Dean or that they're after me?"

This didn't make sense to Benny because even though he knew the odds were good that some vampires from his life before Purgatory might still exist, none of them should've known about his friendship with Dean. "You see 'em or…"

"I wasn't here when he was jumped," Sam sounded raw as he got that out through gritted teeth and the vampire had a hunch that things still weren't so great with the Winchester brothers. "He called me. He tried to make it seem like he was kicking me to the curb but then he began dropping little clues. Enough that after he cut off that I figured it out and…the decapitated vampires in the bathtub are also a pretty good clue.

"But there's a note here in some kind of French and a symbol drawn in blood on the wall that…what the hell did you just say?" Sam demanded as he jerked the phone away from his ear at the harsh oath in some tongue that rang a bell from his childhood.

"Where you boys at?" Benny countered, jerking his truck back into gear to go back to driving.

The vampire had been hoping Sam was wrong about the vampires or that it might be some random group but the note and the symbol…he suspected even without seeing them that this was even worse than Sam thought it was.

"Some little place in the bayou called Saundersville, Louisiana," Sam replied, ears picking up the change in tone from casual and wary to more wary and not so casual. "Supposed to be witches but…"

"Ain't been no witches down in Saundersville in more than a hundred years, Sam," Benny shook his head, trying to figure out where he was in comparison to where he needed to be. "Why you callin' me, Sam?" he finally asked, not liking the implications of this but also not so eager to put his head that close to an angry Sam Winchester. "Accordin' to Dean, you boys been hunting my kind for a lotta years so…"

"If I had any other choice, I wouldn't give you the time of day much less call you for help but…" once again Sam could picture his brother, he took in the blood around the room and pushed back his own feelings. "…but I don't know where they are or where they took him.

"I can't read this damn note and by the time I find someone who can it may be too late for him so…" he bit his lip and made a choice. "Dean said you were his friend. He said he depended on you down there. I can't find him on my own this time and if these vamps are after you…are you still friend enough that he can count on you now or will you save your own damn skin and leave my brother to rot?" he asked firmly, hoping his voice sounded strong like Dean's often did and not the near pleading tone he suspected he was close to.

"Huh. Good one," Benny nodded, wondering if the boy realized how much like his brother he truly sounded like right then. "I'm a couple hours away from you."

Realizing that was the vampire's way of saying he'd come, Sam felt both relieved and anxious. "A couple things Dean said didn't make sense so I'll…"

"You sit tight and wait for me," Benny cut in, voice still in that whiskey drawl but now it held an undertone of steel. "Good chance that someone in that town is working for whoever grab Dean and if he went to that much trouble to try to keep you out of this then it won't do him any good if you go and get yourself killed or worse."

As the silence on the other end grew, Benny sighed. Here was another way the Winchesters were similar because it appeared as if Sam shared his big brother's dislike of being told what to do or maybe it was he just disliked being told what to do by a vampire.

But Benny had a promise to keep and now that promise included keeping his friend's little brother from jumping into the deep end of a very hot frying pan and if telling him wouldn't work then Benny would resort to using the same method he originally used on Dean: Logic and guilt.

"Sam, if you go out and get grabbed then any chance Dean has of fighting this is gone because we both know what he'd do to keep you safe, right?" Benny's lips curled in a smile when he heard the soft oath. "Figured you'd agree. Sit tight and I'll get be there."

Hanging up before the boy could think of another issue, Benny unclenched his fingers when he heard the plastic crack a little.

He hadn't been expecting this and still held out hope that the situation wasn't as bad as he feared it was because was one thing to know he'd left Dean open to possible attacks by old rivals looking for payback but it was quite another if he ended up having to tell Sam that rescuing his brother was just the first half of a very big battle.

Back in the motel, Sam stared at the phone before stashing it in his jacket with his own but couldn't bring himself to move off the bed.

The hunter in him said that he needed to try to clean up what he could, to begin plotting a cover story or at the very least have a slight working plan for what he'd do or say when Benny arrived because working with a vampire still wasn't high on his list of things to do but he couldn't do it.

Slipping the bracelet back onto his own wrist so he wouldn't lose it, images of when his teenage older brother first handed it to him flooded back and it was all Sam could do to shut those gates before too much straining emotion came through.

This wasn't the first time Sam would've been alone or that he'd hunted alone but the simple fact was that any time he did things usually turned out worse…for both of them but this one felt too much like right after both Hell and Purgatory.

The loss, the confusion, the fear since Sam knew memories of that last year were still too near the surface and wished he could just tell his brother the truth but wasn't ready for that fallout yet and so he tried to focus on what he knew right then.

Dean's comment about doctor's still had Sam in the dark but knew it was vital by the way his brother had stressed it and a part of Sam recalled the tiny clinic at the beginning of town, wondering if that wouldn't be a place to start looking while he waited for Benny to show up to see what else he knew.

"I'm going to fix this, Dean," he whispered to the room, refusing to think how much of this blood might belong to his brother as he began to try to clean up what he could if only to try to clear the air of the stench that was slowly making him sick. "Just hang on."

Elsewhere:

Sharp searing pain all over his body woke Dean Winchester. Not that his pain filled dark dreams were any better but at least the pain was only on the outside and not searing through his veins as well.

Briefly disoriented, a part of Dean shot back to Purgatory but then he shook that off and it was as his body literally shook that he began to remember and began to fight down the panic.

Dean had always hated to be tied in anyway because being restrained brought back bad memories. It also meant he was powerless and he hated being powerless in any way, especially if it meant he couldn't protect his brother.

The casual sloppy ropes that most attackers thought were good Dean had been slipping out of since he was a kid but by the first move of his wrists, realizing that not only were they tied tightly at the small of his back but also the bastards had tied his thumbs together as well caused his worry to notch up another level.

The hunter couldn't see which he hoped just meant he was blindfolded and nothing else more serious though right then he guessed he should be glad he wasn't feeling a mouthful of extra teeth since he vividly recalled the damn vampires jumping him at the motel.

Not wanting to move too much to draw attention to the fact that he was awake, a sudden pain in his thigh made him jerk only to fully realize he was naked from the waist up and he was also chained in addition to the heavy ropes binding his wrists and arms but also his legs and ankles.

"You're a hunter. You didn't think a couple ropes would be good enough for the infamous Dean Winchester, did you?"

The mocking voice had a velvety smooth tone and an accent that seemed mildly familiar but striking up a conversation with a vampire wasn't high on Dean's list of things to do right then.

"You're wondering why you're alive or perhaps why I haven't turned you? Both answers are simple. Because I need you the way you are for the moment."

A hand, long and smooth, moved up to touch the vein on Dean's neck and he had to bite his lip against the pain and he realized what he was good for but something still felt off to him. "I…I make a lousy meal," he gritted, trying to jerk his head away only to feel those same fingers grip his hair to yank it. "Why…not just kill me, asshole?"

"Because that's too simple," the lead vampire replied smoothly. "I've looked for a very long time for a way to do this and while we're waiting you can be used for food for my nest or for amusement for me."

Testing the chains, Dean grew cold as he realized he'd been tied completely so that his ankles were hooked to his wrists with a short piece of chain so that he was basically on his knees and that tripled his unease. "Why blindfold me then?" he needed something if only it was to that little bit because being chained was one thing but not being able to see what was happening or near him had always driven him nuts. "Wouldn't it be more fun to make me watch as you torture me?"

A low laugh that seemed hauntingly familiar caused a shiver to go up the hunter's spine before the blindfold was ripped away and he needed to close his eyes against the sudden harsh light of the fires surrounding him.

The fireplace across the massive stone room took up nearly the whole wall but it was the little cage holders on various walls or pillars that screamed B-grade horror movie and Dean might've made a snarky comment if his attention hadn't suddenly been drawn to where he was chained.

Heavily chained and tied was one thing for him to handle but it was the heavy ornate chain looped around his waist and through the chains on his wrists and legs before binding him to the heavy wooden chain that sat on the other end of the room that made him try to fight.

"You can't fight, boy," the blonde vampire, who was clearly the leader of this nest told him, seeming amused as he watched the mortal strain before tightening his grip on Dean's short hair to pull him closer. "My boys wanted to make you a feast, Dean. My options were to cage you, which I will do shortly, or keep you close to me and…" his voice dropped to a smooth honey coated murmur. "I like to keep my toys close to me."

"Forget it! I don't roll that way, especially with freaks!" his skin already crawling, Dean's instinctive reaction was to jerk but could only grit his teeth as the vampire leaned closer to allow his teeth to show fully while gripping Dean's jaw tightly.

"By the end of this experience you'll 'roll' anyway I choose,' he replied firmly, taking a deep breath as if smelling and smiling fully. "Though you don't have to worry in that regards because while more than a few of my females find you attractive and I could certainly let them play with you once your body adjusts to the drugs, that wasn't quite the fate I had in mind…yet."

Seeing the concern and confusion in his prisoner's green eyes, the vampire waved a hand. "Look around you, Dean. I have more than one food source for my little family but you'll quickly notice a difference in how I control both the prisoners and my people. You're a bit more hardcore so it's taking longer to have full effect in you."

"What?" Dean managed to look around now to see several men and woman, human obviously, being fed upon or used in other ways around the room but he then took in the glassy eyes, the sluggish movements of the humans and the near hype actions of the vamps and felt sick. "Drugs? You're using some form of drug to control the humans and…?"

"I was a chemist before I…was turned and afterward I decided to test some various drugs on my nest. The drugs keep the bloodlust down, keeps them mine and it's always interesting to watch how the drugs respond in the mortals I choose," he held up a needle to show Dean before inserting it into the hunters arm.

"I don't want you a mindless slave for bloodletting so I'm using another type on you. It will sap your will so maybe I won't have to keep you tied like this all the time and it may affect your thought functions as it goes on but the ultimate fun will happen when I stop giving it to you and you're begging to do anything just for the drug," he laughed at the hate in Dean's eyes before biting down on his shoulder for a small taste. "Blood mixed with my drugs taste all the sweeter to my kind…or perhaps Benny didn't mention that to you?"

Dean felt the burning in his veins pick up and now understood that it was the drug settling in and he wanted to rip this thing's head off.

He could fight a lot of crap but he realized that drugs were the worst because he had no way of knowing how they'd affect him or if he could fight it which could in the end place his brother in danger, like it had once before.

"Who…who are you?" he gasped, feeling the urge to throw up as the vampire eased back to run a tongue over the bit marks in his shoulder. "What's…your beef with…Benny?"

"My name is Lucien, Dean and as for what my 'beef' is with your so-called 'friend' let's just say that he and I go way back," he picked up another needle of a different kind to consider before gripping Dean to keep him still as he tried to fight on instinct as it slid into the skin on his neck. "You know how big a pain in the ass brothers can be so we have that in common. We also have something else in common."

Wanting to fight, wanting to try to escape before this got even worse, Dean thought of his brother but still prayed that Sam steered clear of this because if he was drugged it was too easy to hurt and he wanted Sam safe, especially from himself.

Wanting those things and being able to get them were different matters as he felt his head getting fuzzy, unable to think except for a sinking feeling in his gut as shining eyes seemed to bore into his own as the vampire watched him fall under the drugs effects.

"Both of our brothers let us be turned into vampires but at least you were able to return to…normal," he sneered as he snapped his fingers to a smaller, dirty looking vampire to come closer. "Emil, feed from him. I think it's time I place a call to my own beloved brother…who should just be getting to your little one, Dean."

Dean's eyes jerked as something began to gel but before he could fully figure it out, he screamed as teeth sank in to his side and wished either for death or unconsciousness but suspected that he'd be getting neither anytime soon.

"S…Sammy," he whispered tightly, refusing to let these sons of bitches close to his brother no matter what he had to let happen as it began to sink in what was being said.

Motel in Saundersville, LA:

Sam had just finished most of the excess blood off the walls and was debating on just setting the room on fire when he was done to cover it up when he felt the change in the air and sighed.

"Been one long, Doc?" he asked over his shoulder without looking because he recognized the perfume from the first time he and Dean had met with the town's only doctor/medical examiner.

"Probably longer than you've been alive," Dr. Stan Jessup replied as he closed the door to the motel room to look around. "Not going to get the deposit back on this room, son."

It really grated on Sam's nerves when people used those terms since normally only those closest to him ever were allowed to call him names like that and never a vampire.

"Didn't plan on it actually," Sam turned slowly, not showing a weapon in either hand as he looked at the black haired man who was watching him. "Where's my brother?"

Jessup shook his head with a small smile, not bothering with the teeth thing since he didn't often bring them out for simple jobs like this. "Dead as far as you're concerned, Sam," he replied, taking a step closer to the hunter but made certain to not get too close. "You were supposed to stay out of this. Gonna be real painful on your big brother to know you didn't listen to him."

"Dean's used to me disappointing him so I doubt if he'd give a damn," Sam shifted slightly so when he moved his one hand it was obvious. "Guess the last thing I couldn't figure out makes sense now," he was kicking himself for not sensing it but then he supposed he could put it off to the way they'd been fighting lately.

Now Sam's distraction may get his brother killed. "You the one who sold him out to…whoever?" he demanded, offering a scowl at the smile. "How'd the hell you bastards even know to target Dean?"

"The how isn't really important at the moment except that my maker has his ways and I merely gave him a heads up when you boys walked in my door," Jessup shook his head then moved with a speed that Sam's exhaustion and distractions had caused him to forget vampires had to pin the hunter against the wall across from the door. "You won't need this."

Keeping Sam pinned, the doctor reached down to take the vial of dead man's blood out of Sam's hand that he'd just been removing to toss it to the side. "The boss didn't say you couldn't be turned and I wonder if your big brother would see the…irony in that," he commented while taking a small bite on his own wrist to let it bleed while seeing the mild fear flare in the younger Winchester's eyes. "You remember what it was like for Dean when you let him be turned?"

"How…how do you know about that?" Sam used his full strength to try to get free but gasped when the arm pressed over his chest tightened and he thought he heard something crack. "You guys got your own…social site to share gossip?"

"That's cute but I thought your big brother was the smart ass?" Jessup countered, moving his arm up so it could press against the hunter's throat while letting his bleeding wrist hang over Sam's face so the blood dropped. "Only take a few drops to make you less than human, boy."

Sam jerked his head away from the dropping blood before resorting to his last course of action; slamming his forehead forward to strike the vampire doctor in the face only to gag when the arm pressed harder with a harsh oath.

"I should rip your throat out for that," Jessup snarled, hating to bleed his own blood as he turned to hurl Sam hard across the room and toward the door. "In fact, I might just do that since I figure your brother is still probably expecting you to ride to the rescue so we can't have that."

Struggling to bring air in since both his throat and chest were sure to be bruised, Sam went to roll to his feet while reaching for the machete he'd brought in earlier to grunt as a well-polished shoe slammed into his stomach.

"Maybe I'll film it so the boss can let your brother watch as I kill you slowly," Jessup knelt down to pin Sam to the floor while debating between killing him or turning him.

"Who…who's your boss?" Sam wanted to know that at least regardless of what was going to happen as he struggled against the weight pinning him and the way his head was starting to spin when he felt something warm touch his face and tried to buck the vampire off of him before any blood could get into his mouth but gasped at the feel of fingers tightening around his throat again. "Who…'s…got…my…"

"That probably be my brother."

TBC

A/NII: So…yet another of those darn cliffeys. Kind of easy to probably guess who just showed up or maybe not since who knows what kind of new loop I'll toss in, lol. Dean's in a world of trouble and he needs help but will just rescuing him be enough? Update soon.