Chapter 5

This is the second to last chapter. My first finished fic, YAY! Thanks for all the reviews and everything and I hope you enjoy the end.

Warning: Maybe some sexual scenes. I'll see where it goes, it won't be anything to heavy though.

Author's note: It seems I either don't know where to go or ran out of ideas in some of my fics, such as Facing The Demons Within Myself, Family Torn From Within, and Fighting With The Shadows. If anyone's interested in taking them over please send me a message.

Luther felt triumphant, the best feeling he's had in years. They'd managed to catch all three Winchesters and they'll all be either dead or turned into something that they had been hunting since the two younger Winchester's had been kids and, to some hunters, being turned into the thing they hate the most is worse punishment than being killed. He looked down at Sam, who was still being carried in his arms, and smiled, he hadn't been lying when he admitted his attraction to Sam to the young hunter's family. Sam looked down right irresistible the way he was now, cradled into him, his head lolling back and forth into his shoulder with each step he took, and he looked so innocent with his eyes closed, all signs of pain and stress gone from his now completely lax face. He couldn't wait to force his own blood and the venom down Sam's throat and listen as the venom pumps through the younger man's body and watch as the fangs grow in Sam's mouth. He couldn't wait to mate with Sam for the first time.

"Maybe we'll mate before I turn him just so I can see the horror on the kids face as I take him. Yes I'll do that and I'll then I'll have another thing to torture Dean and John with by telling them that I forced myself onto their youngest." The vampire thought and his smile grew into a sinister grin.

Upon reaching his room, he shoved the door open with his foot and he found himself rushing to put Sam down on the bed, the excitement of having a mate as gorgeous as Sam reaching boiling point.

"Dean's not bad either... Maybe I'll keep him as the family's play toy." He thought absent-mindedly, thinking of the middle Winchester's startlingly green eyes and his kissable lips.

He gently lowered Sam down onto the bed, careful not to jostle him too much. He stepped back and casted a critical eye over Sam's bloody torso and face, all of the blood was dry now and all the wounds had stopped bleeding which was a good thing because it lessened Luther's desire to drink Sam dry.

"Maybe I should wait until he's a vampire until I have him, he's not strong enough in this state." He thought dejectedly, his grin disappeared, wishing he hadn't been so brutally vicious when torturing the boy. "But then again he's very compliant like this, he would have enough strength to fight back for long." He then though, counting it as an awful excuse.

His grin appeared again and as he climbed onto the bed and straddled Sam's hips. He frowned at that Sam was still unconscious and he decided it was best to wake him before going any further. He leaned over Sam, his face inches from the still, worryingly unconscious hunter, and gently slapped him. Sam's head lolled with the motion of the careful taps to his face. Luther, getting angry and anxious, putted his flat hand back above his head and brought it back down with so much force that they both nearly rolled off the bed, but this did wake Sam. A rugged, noisy cough came from Sam before glassy, hazel eyes blinked open and stared blankly above Luther's head before they, after a moment, finally were to focus and Sam quickly found Luther.

"Wha-? Where 'm I?" Sam's hoarse voice sounded, Luther guessed it was hoarse from not enough water and too much screaming.

"Sam? You're still with us baby." Luther cooed and almost at Sam's shocked face when his mind registered what he said.

"Did you just call me baby?" Sam slurred not quite getting how much trouble he was really in.

"Yes, sweetie. Don't worry, there's just been a slight change of plan. You see I've decided that I want you. We'd be a perfect couple Sammy and I think you're the missing piece of my family."

"Nooo.. I'm not.. I don't... guys." Sam moaned not making much sense.

"That won't matter, not as soon as you're a vampire. The need for mating will become too much for you that you'll want to do anything that moves, including men." Luther explained before adding "but don't worry, it won't be like that for you... Because you have me to pleasure you and the same you for me." The vampire watched as Sam went a little green looking.

"No." Sam said simply, suddenly sounding clear. "You won't make me."

"You will if you want your family to live." Luther countered.

"What?" Sam asked in shock.

"Daddy and big brother are secured tightly in the other room. We were moving, remember? Well they turned up and we were able to catch them."

"No, you're lying!" Sam yelled struggling under the vampire, he shot his fist up trying to dislodge Luther with a punch, but the vampire blocked it by grabbing Sam's wrist in a bone shattering grip and also grabbed Sam's other wrist with his other hand. He brought Sam's squirming arms together and trapped the hunter's skinny arms in one hand and pinned them to the bed above Sam's head. Sam continued to struggle but he was becoming weaker because of his battered state.

"Shhh.. Sammy, just relax. Just know that we do have your family, well, you're old family. You're ours now Sam, and even better than that you're mine now." Luther smiled and realize he'd need both of his hands with Sam. He reached over to the bedside cabinet and opened the draw with his free hand. He rooted through the draw before he found what he was looking for, and grabbed the rope and lifted it from the draw. He looked down at Sam and realized that he had been watching him getting something from the draw; he smiled when Sam's eyes went wide when he saw the rope. Seeing the rope seemed to give Sam a burst of energy as he struggled and writhed stronger under him.

The vampire had quick work of tying Sam's wrists tightly together and then to the headboard.

"There. That's better. Can't get any now Sammy." Luther cheered in Sam's face. He then shuffled down to be sitting on Sam's lower legs. His eyes followed Sam's body from his face, over his naked chest and then to his clothed crotch. He gently ran his fingers along the waistband of Sam's jeans with a sudden frown on his face.

"These won't do now with they?" Luther asked and tugging the jeans down.

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Sam felt Luther's hand tugging on his jeans and realized what was going to happen. He tried to kick out but the vampire's weight was keeping his legs pinned down, as was his arms with the rope.

"No, please, don't!" Sam begged which only made the vampire grin.

"Sammy calm down. It's alright, everything with be okay." He heard Luther coo gently at him trying to soothe him but it was far from soothing. Sam quickly glanced down to see that the vampire had also pulled his boxers down with his jeans so they were around his knees, and he saw Luther licked his lips hungrily whilst looking at his groin. Sam tried to struggle but he knew there was no point, Luther was too strong.

Sam felt his shoes being tugged off, then his socks, then a hand pushing his legs down just above his knees and Luther's weight leave his lower legs and then his jeans and boxers where gone, leaving Sam completely naked, and with no dignity left.

Luther's eyes roamed Sam's torso and groin before he pulled his own top, pants and boxers off and then his whole body over Sam's, their groins rubbing together. Sam went into a full blown panic knowing what was going to happen and tried but failed to buck Luther off, his legs were kicking frantically yet uselessly below the vampire. "STOP! PLEASE! GET OFF ME!" Sam yelled into Luther's face when the vampire brought it inches away from Sam's own. Sam felt nauseous as he felt large, cold hand running slowly up his body from Sam's hip before grabbing his head and holding it still. Sam's eyes locked with Luther's trying to figure out what the vampire was trying to do now. He blinked and then suddenly Luther's lips were on his, his vile tongue demanding entry into Sam's mouth but Sam keep his lips sealed shut. Teeth nipped viciously at Sam's lips trying to gain entry but the lips didn't bunch and he heard the vampire let out an angry, animalistic growl. Suddenly the mouth was gone from his lips and on his neck instead along with sharp fangs, the fangs scratched at the delicate skin on his neck before they sunk deep into the side of his neck and Sam gasped in agony. Sam felt the fangs burrowing deep inside his neck and his gasps soon turned into choked screams. Luther was then attacking his mouth again, his tongue venturing the inside of his mouth as Sam didn't have a chance to clamp his mouth shut again. Sam could move or do much to prevent Luther's assault on his mouth since the firm grip the vampire had on his head hadn't wavered at all, plus all of the vampire's weight was crushing him into the mattress. Sam also couldn't stop tears from falling from his eyes, he couldn't say he wasn't scared because honestly he was terrified, he was going to be forced into doing something that he didn't want to do and then turned into a monster while his family were probably being killed.

Sam's vision began to blur out and he was certain he was going to pass out but managed to focus on Luther when he stopped kissing him. He felt the vampire's weight shifting down his body and he bucked weakly as it dawned on him what was going to happen. He stared straight up to the ceiling trying to block out the feeling of the cold hands on his naked flesh, the fingers trailing slowly down his body towards their prize.

"Ready Sammy?" He heard a distant voice and he screwed his eyes shut. He waited for the pain but there was a sudden bang and a familiar voice screaming.

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY BOY!" John sounded furious and even though Sam knew it wasn't directed at him, he couldn't help but flinch away from the voice. A loud growl sounded, Sam wasn't sure if it was from his father or from Luther. He opened his eyes and turned them towards where he though his dad was just in time to see John literally fly at them, knocking Luther off of him and onto the floor, he watched them both rolling around on the floor, both trying to gain the upper hand. Hands grabbed at his tied wrists and he jumped at the touch and thrashed around until a soothing voice broke through the haze.

"Sammy, it's me Dean, it's okay, just calm down and let me get these ropes off ya." Sam immediately stopped moving and looked up at his brother.

"Dean." Sam felt like crying in relief at the sight of his big brother. "You okay?" He asked and Dean laughed.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's you we need to worry about." Dean's hands fumbled usually with the knots for a moment before they managed to start working the knots off. "Jesus, you're a mess Sam." Dean sounded worried and Sam saw tears in his big brother's eyes.

"I'll be okay, Dean." Sam reassured him.

"Yeah I'll make sure of that." Dean said and Sam nearly asked what he meant by that but he heard scuffle that he realized was his dad and Luther.

"You should go help dad." Sam told Dean but the middle Winchester shook his head.

"He has Bobby, Jack and Trevor. I'm focused on getting you out of here." Sam couldn't help but smile at Dean's determined yet protective tone.

"Thanks Dean." Sam replied and Dean smiled down at him.

"No problem little brother. It's my job, right?" Sam didn't reply and a minute later his wrists were finally free, and Dean grabbed his shoulders and helped him sit up. Sam looked down and couldn't help but blush in embarrassment when he noticed that his jeans and boxers were still around his ankles. Dean, noticing Sam's red cheeks pulled him up onto his and supported him as Sam pulled his pants up. Sam then straightened but being vertical didn't seem to agree with him and he stumbled slightly before his sight went black, he heard Dean's panicked voice calling his name before everything went dark.

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"Have you dealt with the rest of the vamps?" John asked Bobby as he freed the people that were in the cage next to the one him and Dean were put in.

"Yeah. They're all dead." Bobby replied.

"All but one." Dean interrupted "Luther, the leader, I bet he's with Sammy." He explained when he received strange looks from a few of the hunters.

"He's mine." John growled suddenly. "No one hurts my boy and gets away with it." He added.

"Alright... Guys, go take care of the bodies." Bobby ordered the other hunters apart from Jack and Trevor and they all filed out of the room.

John led the way through the rest of the building, looking in rooms for his son along the way. Dean followed closely behind.

"Dean, you get your brother." John mumbled without turning around.

"Didn't even need to tell me that dad." Dean joked but the other hunters remained silent.

They continued quietly through the house before they heard a voice from behind a closed door at the end of one of the short corridors.

"Ready, Sammy?" Dean and John recognized the voice as Luther's and they instantly charged, John kicking down the flimsy door on the way.

John saw them first, Sammy tied to the bed by his wrists and the Luther straddling his youngest son's bare legs and he saw red. Dean looked over his father's shoulder and saw what was happening and his face paled. Before Dean could react John was already shouting and launching himself at the vampire, tackling him off Sam and the bed. Before John could gain his bearing again after hitting the floor Luther was already on him, wrestling with him. John managed to flip Luther onto his back a couple of times but the vampire was giving it back just as much. Luther was on top of Luther bearing his fangs when he was grabbed from behind by Jack and Trevor and John quickly jumped to his feet and unsheathed his machete. He grinned at the pinned vampire.

"You shouldn't have messed with my family." John sneered before raising the machete and beheading Luther. The head hit the floor with a thud and John sighed in relief that it was all finally over.

"Sammy!" He heard his eldest son yell and he turned and saw Sam collapsing into his brother's arms.

"Sam!" he screamed before racing towards his sons.

"Dad, help me with him." Dean grunted trying to keep standing under Sam's weight. John moved closer and grabbed Sam's arm gently and eased it over his shoulder. Dean took Sam's other arm and did the same.

"C'mon. Let's get out of here." John told Dean and Dean nodded.

"Hell yeah!" Dean finally let himself smile now that he had Sam back, sure he wasn't okay but at least he's back safe with them.

To be continued...

Please read my author's note at the beginning of the chapter. Please review and I'll probably do the last chapter by next week.