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Chapter 10

Green eyes snapped open even as he scented the air, he could hear a heartbeat nearby and smell the warm blood that it pumped. He was so hungry! He was also confused, what had happened?

"It's okay Dean, I'm here." A warm voice whispered and he turned his head, inhaling the speakers scent. He knew him, Sam, it was Sam, his mate!

"What happened? Sam I'm so hungry." Dean looked at Sam, feeling confused and Sam gently stroked his hair to calm him.

"It's okay Dean, you're safe now. She can't hurt you again."

"Who Sam?" Dean managed to sit up, feeling a little weak and starving but otherwise okay. He looked down to find he was naked, that was nothing new when in bed with Sam though. What was different were the still healing wounds that littered his body. He touched the one on his thigh and then swallowed, realising he should be dead. Or was he? He was…."Sam? Did you…am I…?"

"I'm sorry Dean, this wasn't how we planned it but you were dying and I couldn't lose you. You were bleeding out too quickly to try and help you any other way." Sam choked out, reaching out to touch Dean's hand, assuring himself that he was still with him even if he was technically 'dead'.

Dean frowned in confusion, trying to remember what had happened. From Sam's words he could assume that some female had attacked him, injuring him so badly that Sam had to turn him. Outside Rumsfeld barked and Dean froze, eyes wide in terror as he remembered the feel of claws tearing into flesh. He made a small noise of distress but then Sam was there, holding him close and Dean couldn't help relaxing in his hold. "There was a dog…no…hellhound." He whispered and Sam nodded.

"She said we broke the deal since I was a vampire. She was the demon that held your contract, Bobby killed her with the Colt."

"Bobby?" Dean asked, where was he….then he remembered hearing the heartbeat, he could still hear it actually. He licked dry lips and could feel razor sharp teeth trying to descend. "Sam I need…."

"I know." Sam kissed him softly and moved from the bed. "I'll get you something to eat, you just stay here. Okay?" Dean nodded, arms wrapped around his growling stomach and Sam moved downstairs quickly, making Bobby jump. "Sorry."

"It's fine. Dean?"

"Awake and hungry. Bit foggy on what happened too."

"How is he….emotionally?" Bobby asked and Sam instantly knew what he was asking, would he see Bobby as family like Sam did or would he see him as food?

"Well he hasn't come tearing down here to drain you so that's a good thing. We'll have to wait and see after he's fed and thinking clearer."

Bobby nodded, he wanted Dean to still be the Dean he knew, one of his boys. But with his traumatic turning and all he hadn't been able to do what Sam had. The thought of Dean wanting to eat him or plain not caring anymore about humans scared him. He watched Sam prepare Dean's meal and then head back upstairs, he wanted to follow but knew it was best for all of them if he kept his distance until Dean was full.

Sam found Dean waiting on the bed, looking far too pale even for not having fed yet. But he had lost a lot of blood before changing while Sam had lost far less, obviously that blood loss was having an effect. "Here." Sam sat beside him and held the warm bag to his lips. Dean didn't hesitate, instinct taking over at the scent of blood. He eagerly drained all six bags and Sam thought he would have to go down for more but Dean's teeth receded and he shifted to curl closer into Sam. Sam gently ran his fingers through Dean's hair, just letting Dean be. He knew he needed the quiet time to sort everything that had happened out. Soon enough Dean was fast asleep, allowing his mind and body to finish adjusting to his change.

Sam felt lost, he was still very young for a vampire and now he had turned Dean. It was a scary prospect and he didn't want to mess up. He knew Dean would instinctively lean on him for protection and teaching and he didn't want to fail him. He had felt the instinct himself when those who would have been his nest had attacked but his connections with Dean and Bobby had enabled him to fight them and ignore the need. How could he be sire, mate and brother without messing up? Sam shifted on the bed so he was laying down as well, letting Dean cuddle into him in his sleep. Eventually he joined him in sleep.

Dean made his way downstairs warily, eyes darting around. He was tired and he could feel that the sun was up but the house was dark enough that it didn't bother him. Sam was still asleep upstairs and he knew he should have stayed beside him but he felt unsettled. He needed to see where the attack had happened. He froze as he realised the steady heartbeat was moving closer. He didn't know what to do.

"Dean?" A cautious voice called and he turned to face Bobby.

He stared at the hunter and swallowed hard, feeling his hunger stir but he knew Bobby. He had helped so much when Sam had been changed, who knew what would have happened to them without him. He would not attack him, he wouldn't. "Hi." He finally greeted.

"You okay son?" Bobby asked and Dean realised he could smell a faint scent of fear.

"Why are you scared?" He asked, did Bobby think he would hurt him?

Bobby stared and then shook his head. "Now there's two of you smelling me." He grumbled and Dean managed a shaky smile. He took a step towards the hunter who held his ground and Dean's smile became stronger. He walked right up to him and then hugged him, inhaling his scent. Family, this scent meant family. "It's alright Dean." Bobby whispered, knowing Dean would still be adjusting to his senses.

"Bobby where….where did it happen?" Dean asked as he stepped back and Bobby frowned before realising what he was asking.

"The yard. Dean it's pretty sunny out there, you remember how much it hurt Sam at first."

Dean nodded but he had to do this. Bobby sighed but went and grabbed a jacket and hat for him. Dean put them on and then opened the door and stepped outside. All the different scents were almost too much but then Bobby was at his side and Dean focused on his scent even as he took a deep breath and stepped into the sun. He hissed in pain as it struck uncovered skin but kept going. He could smell the blood know and soon found the spot where he had almost died. He sank to his knees as memories flooded back and then whimpered as he remembered the pain. The next second a familiar pair of arms where wrapped around him and he slumped against his mate, taking the offered comfort. Bobby stayed close, keeping watch over his boys as Dean grieved.

TBC…