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Chapter 4

Dean kept running his fingers through Sam's hair while his brother slept, his body totally motionless and cold beside Dean's. Bobby was dozing the bed Dean usually slept in, between them and the door. Sam had slipt into sleep soon after the sun had risen, not even trying to stay awake but Dean figured since he was so young vampiricly speaking that it was probably better off sleeping and waking when his body demanded. They still had a nest to take care of and while it would be easier to do it during the day it also meant leaving Sam behind since the poor kid was so tired. Sam had not reacted well; it had taken nearly an hour to calm him down. So instead they would hunt that night, far more risky in some ways but safer in others. Dean smiled when Sam moved, cuddling closer to his warmth so he placed a soft kiss on the top of Sam's head.

"Shh Sammy, sleep." He whispered and Sam settled again. Dean closed his eyes and tried to relax enough to sleep but all his protective instincts were screaming at him to stay awake, to make sure Sam was safe. He finally drifted off a few hours later.

Sam snarling and growling woke him with a jolt and he froze, heart in his throat at the sound. He opened his eyes and saw Sam between the beds and the door. Bobby was awake too, watching Sam closely, warily.

"Sam?" Dean called softly and Sam glanced over, letting Dean see that his teeth had descended.
"What's wrong?"

"They're here." Sam answered dangerously. That got both men moving as they grabbed weapons and coated them in dead mans blood. The smell of it had Sam looking at them and snarling instinctively.

"Easy Sammy, not for you, you know that." Dean soothed and Sam closed his eyes briefly before he nodded.
"Can you tell how close or how many?" Dean asked, moving up to hesitantly place a hand on Sam's shoulder. Sam relaxed a little at his touch, turning his face to nuzzle at Dean's arm.

"At least ten, maybe more and they're surrounding the motel." Sam answered and Dean nodded.

"Great." Bobby muttered.
"We need to get them away from here, too many people around."

"Too late." Sam whispered, nostrils flaring as he smelt the spilt blood.

"Sam, you okay?" Dean asked and Sam nodded, fighting his instincts. He was hungry and the smell….he wrinkled his nose as something was placed in front of him but then he ripped into the bag, draining it in seconds, the blood taking the edge off his hunger. He wiped his mouth and then glanced at Dean who nodded at him.
"So…..plan?" Dean asked, looking between Sam and Bobby.

"If they haven't been watching closely….how're your acting skills Sam?" Bobby offered and the brothers stared at him in horror.

"No, no way are we sending Sam out there to try and fake being one of them." Dean argued and Sam swallowed.
"They won't believe it Bobby, if he was like they wanted he would have killed us in the warehouse, they'd know that!" Dean argued.

"He's right." Sam admitted.
"Besides they're close enough to hear us now."

"That's right hunters! Come out and play!" A male voice called and Sam hissed in anger.

"What's the matter?" Dean taunted back. "Don't like the fact that your plan failed?"

"Oh don't worry about that hunter." The lead Vampire chuckled. "Once you're dead, he'll have eternity to dwell on the fact that he couldn't save you."

That did it for Sam. He snarled and bolted out the door to confront the nest before Dean or Bobby could catch him. Swearing under his breath Dean shifted his grip on his machete and ran after Sam, Bobby holding up the rear.

"I think you angered the fledgling there Ryan." One of the female vampires grinned as Sam lunged out the door towards them.

Ryan smirked and met Sam head on, punching the fledgling hard. Sam slammed back into the wall blinking in shock at what just happened. It didn't hurt as much as it should, but it still surprised him. Grunting he pushed himself from the wall and growled at the gathered vampires.

"Brianna, show our new baby what it feels like to be on my bad side." Ryan glanced at the woman who spoke to him earlier. She nodded and headed towards Sam.

"Keep your hands off my brother!" Dean yelled approaching his brothers' side, machete held towards the threat.
"Sam calm down and think." Dean snapped at him and Sam took a deep breath, struggling not to react to the smell of fresh blood. He put his hand on Sam's shoulder and Sam blinked as suddenly the spilled blood didn't smell so appealing.

Brianna stepped forward, crooking her finger to Sam. "Here baby... come and learn how to fight like the Vampire you are." She cracked her knuckled in anticipation.

Sam looked at her for a moment before moving forward. He faced off with the vampiress and let her make the first move. He got that he wasn't as strong as the rest of them so he decided to change tactics. When Brianna went to punch him, he dodged. If he couldn't fight her like a Vampire, he'd fight her like a hunter.

Dean kept a close eye on Sam, grinning when his baby brother started kicking vampire ass. They didn't really think Sam had lost any of his fighting abilities did they? With that Dean set his own sights on the leader, on the one who had stolen Sam's life away from him. Sam was meant to move on after Dean's deal came due, find a girl and pop out the next generation of Winchester's. Because of the monster in front of him that could never happen now. He saw Bobby moving to tangle with some of the others even as he stalked the leader.

"Got a name for your headstone bastard?" Dean snarled at the vampire.

"You must be deaf Winchester. Name's Ryan." the Vampire replied watching Dean with a raised eyebrow. "By the way... Kate says Hi. Remember her?" At the confused look on Dean's face he chuckled. "Of course not, well, she's my sire. Your daddy killed her mate. I don't see the gun he used, so good luck killing us all." Ryan moved forward quickly, kicking Dean in the gut and following with a left hook. "Maybe when this is over, I'll give you to Kyle. She needs a mate, and I think you'll be perfect for her."

"Really? Cool!" Kyle called from her spot with the hostages.

"She has a thing for whips and loves when her men are submissive." Ryan explained. "Maybe I'll give Sam to her also."

Brianna grunted as she landed near Dean and Ryan. She rolled away before Dean could stab her with the blood covered knife and swept his legs out from under the hunter. "Less talking, more fighting!" She got to her feet and kicked Dean in the stomach before getting tackled away from him by an enraged Sam.

Dean shook of the blow and then lunged wile Ryan was distracted by her fighting Sam. His blood soaked machete sank deep into the vampires' stomach, making his eyes bulge. Dean yanked the bade free as he scrambled up, swinging at the stunned vampires head. Dean smirked as Ryan's head hit the ground, still wearing a shocked expression.

Sam glanced at his brother and grinned, bearing his second set of teeth as he realised Dean had killed the leader. A quick glance at Bobby showed he was holding his own too, one opponent down permanently already. That left the bitch to him.

"Ryan!" Brianna yelled as her mate's head bounced. "You bastards!" She charged Sam, tackling him around the waist. She straddled his legs and slammed his head against the ground, trying to crack it open. "I'll make you pay!"

Sam grimaced in pain even as he raised his hands to grab her throat. He knew she didn't need to breath but he wasn't trying to choke her. If she wanted to crack his head open he'd repay the favour by attempting to rip hers off! Dean tackled her from behind and Sam scrambled up to help him pin her down. Seeing the way the fight was going the others took off, freeing Bobby to walk over and take her head off. Sam was on Dean in an instant, carefully checking and sniffing for any wounds and Dean started but then relaxed and let Sam do what he needed. Sam moved on to Bobby next and the hunter shifted uncomfortable but let him do it. Then Dean grabbed Sam around the waist and pulled him close, gently checking the back of Sam's head for injuries.

"You okay?" Dean whispered and Sam nodded, relaxing in his arms and then the smell of blood reached him and he growled.
"Stay with me Sammy, we'll get you something to eat. Just calm down, hold your breath." Dean soothed and Sam struggled to relax, he didn't want to disappoint Dean. Bobby reappeared with a blood pack and Sam downed it quickly even as Bobby and Dean started packing up. Sam kept holding his breath even as he grabbed some more blood and let Dean guide him to the Impala. He growled when Bobby went to his own car but relaxed as Dean began running his fingers through Sam's hair.
"He'll be in front of us the whole way Sam, we're going back to his place. Okay?" Dean asked and Sam nodded, finally breathing again once Dean hit the highway.
"Better?"

"Yeah, sorry."

"It's okay Sam. You're doing a million times better than anyone could expect. It's gonna take time for you to get used to things, I get that." Dean told him and Sam curled into his side, loving the heat Dean radiated. Dean smiled and wrapped an arm around him, knowing Sam needed the contact. His decision was made; he would be Sam's mate, not just as a way to help keep Sam calm and in control but because he loved him. Maybe it wasn't that sort of love fully but he definitely saw Sam as more than his brother now. He knew that as soon as he stopped fighting it he would start loving Sam the way the kid needed. Sam glanced up at him and Dean smiled, laughing when Sam leant up to kiss his cheek.

"Love you Dean." Sam whispered as he settled back down and Dean tightened his grip.

"Love you too Sammy."

TBC….