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Chapter 9

Sam froze for a second as a blood curdling scream echoed through the yard and then he was moving as fast as he could towards the door. Dean, that was Dean screaming. He ran into the yard and then choked back a scream of his own as he saw his mate struggling against something Sam couldn't see. He could smell Dean's blood and knew the hound had sunk teeth or claws into him at least once. Sam ran for his mate, desperate to save him only to find himself suddenly pinned to the ground by an unseen force. "Dean!" He tried to reach his brother, his mate but he couldn't move. Terrified green eyes met his as Dean turned his head slightly. "Dean." Sam whispered, terrified he was going to have to watch his brother die. Why did Bobby have to choose today to go and help Rufus with something?

Dean fought to keep the hound mostly off him even as he glance at Sam's pinned form, there was no hound on him so why couldn't he get up. He felt sharp claws slice into his thigh and clenched his jaw against another scream. He knew he was losing blood, too much blood but there was nothing he could do to stop it. His vision was beginning to blur and his arms were shaking so badly he knew he wouldn't be able to hold the hound back much longer. But then the hound suddenly backed off and Dean slumped, fighting to stay conscious.

"It's not nice to try and weasel out of a deal silly boys." A childish voice stated and Sam managed to turn his head enough to see what looked like a ten year old girl walk towards them…a girl with totally white eyes.

Sam snarled at her, vampire teeth descended over his human ones. "We haven't! Who are you?" he demanded and she laughed, petting something he couldn't see. It must be the hound that had been mauling Dean. He could smell the tantalising fresh blood of his brother as it continued to spill onto the dirt. He was badly injured to be losing so much, he needed help fast. The he cried out in pain as he was smashed hard into the ground, feeling bones break.

"Who am I? Silly Sammy, I'm the one that holds dear Dean's contract. And since you broke it I get to collect early." She smiled angelically.

"Broke it? I didn't ask for this!" Sam coughed out a little blood from where one of his ribs had pierced something but he could feel the bones already beginning to heal.

Lilith just shrugged. "Don't care. Now you get to watch him die." She motioned and Sam saw an old can suddenly flatten under the invisible hound as it moved towards Dean.

"No!" he screamed, staring at Dean. Glassy green eyes struggled to focus on him in reaction to his cry. His eyes moved back to the demon as a shot sounded and he stared in shock as the child's body lit up from within before crumpling to the ground and suddenly he could move again. He scrambled up and saw Bobby emerge from between two wrecks, the Colt in his hands. But then he ignored his presence as he moved to Dean's side, ripping his own shirt off to try and stem the flow of blood from his brother's body. "It's okay Dean you're going to be okay. I've got you." Sam murmured as he worked.

"Sam." Bobby called softly and Sam snarled in warning, crouching over Dean. "Easy son." Bobby held his empty hands out. "It's just me, let me help Sam."

Sam stopped snarling and inhaled, recognising the scent as family, not a threat to his mate. "Help."

"I know Sam." He moved closer and then knelt beside Dean, checking him over before swearing. "He's lost too much blood and the wounds…Sam you don't have a choice, either turn him or let him go." Bobby choked out in horror and Sam whimpered, clutching Dean's unconscious form close. "I'm sorry, I know this isn't the way you wanted it but Dean's running out of time son."

Sam nodded and carefully shifted Dean until he was in an easy to carry position. He stood and headed for the house at a run. He set Dean down on their bed and then ripped his clothes off, seeing his wounds fully and feeling sick. He took a deep breath and then kissed Dean gently before biting his own arm, watching the thick blood well up. He smeared the blood into every open wound and then let some trickle into Dean's mouth, wanting to make sure enough got into his system. He held Dean's hand gently, stroking the cool skin. "It's okay Dean, it's going to hurt and I am sorry. You just have to hold on Dean, I need you. Bobby needs you too." Sam murmured as he cradled Dean close. He was relieved when Dean jerked slightly, a pained noise escaping.

Dean wanted to scream as he felt cold burn through his veins. He didn't know what was happening. Where was Sam? He wanted his brother, his mate. He was so cold and everything hurt so badly. What had happened? He couldn't concentrate and everything was so fuzzy. Something was wrong, something was happening to him and he didn't understand what.

Sam held Dean as he jerked and thrashed weakly, body trying to reject the changes that were happening. He could feel Dean's body temperature dropping and was sad, he would miss the warmth. He gently stroked Dean's back and arms, trying to comfort him as his heart continued to slow. He looked up and growled as he sensed someone approaching.

Bobby stopped in the doorway at the growl, knowing better than to push. "I'm going to get more blood, we'll need it." He commented and Sam gave a jerky nod so he left.

Once Bobby was gone Sam just nuzzled Dean, whispering to him in an effort to comfort him as Dean's heart skipped a beat. Soon Dean would be with him forever.

TBC….