Private room

№6

Sam had his eyes closed, slowly rocking with the music and Jo in his arms. The song was rhythmic and everyone was dancing with different speed, different moves, but who cared. They were all dead vampires having nothing much to do.

Sam was intoxicated. He hasn't drunk fresh human blood for a few months and that synthetic bullshit that was delivered to every vampire, had awful taste. But vampires didn't have another choice. It was like American junk food. Disgusting and unhealthy but still everyone was consuming it. So that night Sam had the best present. Someone had found him a healthy normal human being with the perfect hot blood and he didn't have to move a finger to cover that law-breaking. Someone else had taken care of that. Sam could swear the blood he tasted that night wasn't anything he ever tasted before, but it was just because it was long time since he last had a real human with real blood. And because so called Gabriel human was a present for the big bad vampire, he had wanted him locked.

'Sam' Ruby called and snatched him out of his sweet trance. He turned head to her without saying anything. 'Birthday guests' she hissed at the 's' and nodded towards the lobby. Sam shrugged questionably. 'Dickhead' Ruby smiled sarcastically. The corners of Sam's mouth twitched in a slight smile and left Jo to dance with the others.

He lifted his chin up, fixed his shirt and walked out of the hall proudly.

Dick Roman's face lighted up with his nasty smile as he saw Sam approaching.

'One more year. Congrats' He spread hands to the side looking Sam head-to-toes.

'Find it difficult to believe?' Sam asked as he squeezed Roman in a hug, the guy's fingers pinning to his back for a second a bit minatory. Neither of them enjoyed the hug though.

'The present will be a bit late' Roman shrugged with innocent face.

'Don't bother' Sam nodded and reached hand towards the stairs. It was time for a private talk. Dick went that direction and Sam's fake smile faded as he followed the other upstairs.

They got in Sam's office which was always that semi-dark with only the silver moon painting around the old books on the wooden shelves and reflecting in the bottles of alcohol lined up on a big table next to the windows. Without asking Sam poured whiskey in a glass and handed it to Roman. Then he waved to the armchair and Roman sat. Sam sat on the other side of the desk.

'Classy as always.' Roman smirked and raised the glass up 'For your eternity, Sam.' There was a mad sparkle in his eyes and damn he was playing such a good role of a polite businessman. Sam raised his glass in response and nodded with a slight smile. They didn't break eye contact while taking a sip. It was never ending competition. Never ending doubt in each other's steps.

'Where have you been? The horizon seemed deserted without you.' Roman asked.

'Well, you know how it is. Work, work and work again. Thank god the winter is coming and the nights will get longer. I hate the summer. And as we speak, how's the business'

'Well you know. Bloody.' The vampires chuckled at the pun.

'Still have the sense of humour.' Sam pointed.

'Some things don't change even when you are not yourself anymore right?' Dick stared at him and they both perfectly knew what they were talking about.

'Deadly right' Sam answered without breaking the eye contact.

'A trace of humour, well done. But tell me Sam… brother, you are not after him, are you?' The happy note in Roman's voice was gone.

'What if I am?'

'We all agreed it was over. You just have to let it go.'

'Wow' Sam was surprised. He stood up from his chair and walked to one wardrobe on the right, trashing thought it while talking 'For someone who cares about family, you talk nonsense. Is that how you deal? You just let go? Let go on family?' he took out a wooden stake, very sharp and big one and turned to Roman playing with the stake 'I guess it's pretty easy to let go on family. You may teach me. I have an example. In the basement.'

'Sam' Dick stood up and tried to paint his face with a fake smile 'brother… didn't come to make problems. She has nothing to do with our situation. May be it's time to let her go. Or at least give me time with her.' Roman stepped closer to Sam talking sweetly 'Come on, Sam. We are family. We can make an exception.'

Sam left the stake in wardrobe and walked back to his desk. Roman fisted his hands for moment. He was both relieved and mad. But he kept calm and got back to his place.

'I thought we are over that. Let's bury the tomahawk and start on clean.'

'Mmm not really. I'm not yet over THAT, Dick. Let's keep the things as there are for now. I want you to do something for me.'

Dick rested back on the armchair trying not to burst in rage that was building inside him already.

'So… what is the thing that you insisted to talk with me about?'

'It's nothing really serious and I think we can talk it out. I need more blood supply.' Sam shoots straight as he always does 'And I believe you will help me.'

'I'm sorry Sam, but I can't do it.' Dick laughed shortly and shifted on his chair 'We are doing the monthly orders strictly and we are limited. And it won't be fair to make an exception. Everyone is equal.' Dick quoted one of the slogans of the blood bank for vampires.

'Oh. But' Sam chuckled 'you said it yourself. We are family. We can make an exception.' Sam was dribbling with Dick's own words about family and he felt that things were heating up.

'I would be glad to do it. You are holding the biggest nest maybe in the whole USA, and it's getting bigger… but… I follow programs and rules.' Dick made an 'I'm sorry face' 'And I don't want to get my hands dirtier of how they are already.'

'I don't think you are getting the point Dick. If I don't get what I want I would have to stop giving you stuff from the black market. And I may start leaving corpses and everyone will turn to Roman Blood industries to seek for answers for why vampires hunt when you are supposed to feed them with the blood you are making. And not only that. I still can take HERS blood supply and let her starve. Or wait, I can let her starve and release her in the world and see the body count after that.'

'Do you think you are scaring me right now?' Roman twined his fingers together with a thoughtful face while the rage was eating him from the inside.

'Oh hell yes I think. Cause you are stupid if you don't get scared of me.'

'You know Sam I think YOU are the one that is missing the point and trying to be brave.' Roman stands up and places hands on the wooden desk 'Yes, I will stop your supply of blood, and yes I know you have some black market problems, which won't exactly give you what you want. When that happens your whole nest will search for what's theirs, and when you are not able to give them that, they will get mad at you, stop obeying you, you will lose your power that you are so obsessed with. The nest will go hunt and make a mess and you know, I will make sure that the police and the court will find out all your dirty secrets and when they fiund out who is covering you… you all gonna sink Sam. Everything you build will collapse on your own head. And you will beg to die.'

Sam stared at him his nose holes expanding as he was breathing heavy. Dick was dangerously right and it seemed he knew stuff that he wasn't supposed to.

'Let me make it clear Dick. I'm not scared of you, of the police, of the court, not even from the King. I proved myself enough times and you are an idiot if you think you can scare me easily and manipulate me.' Sam was almost hissing between his teeth trying so hard to scare the crap out of the other. But it wasn't working with everyone.

'No, I can't manipulate you because you are already master of that…'

'And no matter what' Sam raised voice and kept talking quietly after that 'I have HER. Don't try to tell me you don't care about her anymore, and you are ready to sacrifice her just to see my waning, because I won't believe you.' Sam was determined. He was controlling the situation. 'I know she is your greatest weakness and no matter what, you will do everything for her. So I'm giving you chance to be a good blood supplier for my home and family and in return, I will keep her alive and probably give Her back to you'

'You don't know the true meaning of family' Dick said quietly holding up his rage.

'But you thought me a little about it and it's about care and love, isn't it? After all, I'm not the one to 'Let it go'. Remember my words, Dick. Times will change and when it happens… I know who will be standing on the top.'

Dick Roman was burning from the inside with rage towards that vampire who was talking him out. He lost this time again and he couldn't bare it, so he decided to leave as fast as he could before doing something very stupid. Arguing with Sam Winchester was the worst thing anyone could do.

'The sun is rising. We all should go to bed' Roman left the glass of alcohol on the desk and walked to the door.

'Deal?' Sam asked and sat on his chair.

'9p.m. the bus will be in your front yard.'

'It was nice to work with you, brother' Sam was playing with the family speech that Dick dared to manipulate him with. The ball was in Sam's hands.

'I'm not your brother, I never was and I never will' Dick Roman was burned by his own words.

'You are going against nature…'

'Screw nature…' Roman groaned, losing control over himself, and slammed the door closed after he left. Sam Winchester had beaten him once again.

The music downstairs was turned off and there was almost no vampire walking around the house. Sam was sitting in this office again, enjoying the silence and the won argue with Roman. Yeah, no one could argue with Sam and win. Ruby came to tell him about the greetings that about 50 people and vampires called to send him and the voice mail was still full with not checked ones.

Before going to bed, Sam called Colton and both went downstairs. The basement under the house was huge. Few different hallways, different rooms. There were two rooms that contained wine, champagne and other kinds of alcohol. The other hallway was leading to some sort of cells. There was no day light to reach those cells and only light bulbs were shining. Some cells were closed rooms with doors and walls, and some were just like in jail. Sam and Colton went in one closed cell. It was white and clean with bed, toilet, table and chairs and a shelf with books. The guy named Gabriel was laying pale-face on the bed.

'Good morning' Sam greeted and placed on the night stand a box he brought with himself from the office.

'Why don't you let me go?' the man pleaded sleepily.

'Cause I have other intensions for you' Sam smirked and opened the box taking out needle, tubes and an empty blood bank.

'What is that…' Gabriel tried to stand up.

'Nothing to worry about' Sam pushed him to lie back down and tied him to the bed to make sure he won't move. 'Just going to fulfill my blood supplies for emergency situations. You know, your real fresh human blood is just amazing.'

Sam connected the needles and the tubes and the blood bank and disinfected Gabriel's hand just above the inner side of his elbow. Gabriel tried to move but it was impossible. Sam stuck the needle in his vein and soon the blood started flowing towards the bank. Gabriel face was cramped in pain for a moment.

'Well done, Gabe' Sam slid fingers through his hair and turned to Colton 'I want you to stay here and watch over him. I will make one of the servants to bring food and water for him. I want him to be fed and his blood to be clean. If he needs toilet help him, and change the banks when they get filled. I don't want accidents and I definitely don't want you to taste him in anyway. Yes?'

'Whatever you say, Sam' Colton nodded.

'You are a monster Sam Winchester' Gabriel hissed and stared at him badly.

'I'm just a vampire, Gabe, trying to get along with family and humans'

'Like hell…'

'Soon… you will change your mind' Sam leaned and kissed Gabriel's forehead.

'FREAK' Gabe shouted. Sam tilted head and then as if by a button his fist swung and knocked-out Gabriel. Thank god he contained some of the power or else his vampire strength would have killed that man.

Sam closed the door and walked to the hallway door.

'Sam' she whispered from her cell 'Please, I'm begging you…'

Sam froze on one place and thousand thought crossed his mind in a matter of seconds.

'I need to see him, and I'm thirsty…' she kept whimpering quietly.

Sam didn't let any more thoughts and just ignored her, getting out.

'MONSTER' she screamed right before he closed the door.

He stopped in the dark main hallway before going up the stairs, and closed his eyes. 'Freak', 'monster' – there were a lot of humans and vampires to call him like that since what it felt like forever. Those words were hanging in his mind as if nailed to the wall of his skull. Was he really what all they were screaming? Or maybe they were just desperate. Sam had a lot. He had power. And he was trying hard to be a good leader. But you can't be a leader if you don't share the same pain with the rest. You are not a leader if you step on the necks of the others and make them shiver by the sound of your name.

No.

Sam wasn't a leader. He was a strong vampire, fighting for survival and power, because nothing else was important enough. He didn't see anything more important than that.

Was he wrong? Were the rest right? Was he so blind?