A/N: Two chapters in one night? Who are you?

Chapter Three

He couldn't breathe.

His head was spinning, his vision tunneling and for the hell, HE COULDN'T BREATHE!

All he could feel was the walls closing in on him and the emotions suffocating him, overwhelming him.

He wasn't crazy. His Damien couldn't be there.

He died. He was dead.

He wasn't crazy. He'd been off his med for almost three years. Why now, now of all times was this happening? Why was he seeing him again?

Strong arms encased him, pulling him to an equally strong chest, a familiar calming scent clouding his mind and forcing out the suffocation. A soft whimper left his lips.

"You-you're dead." He whispered. "You're dead." His voice broke and his love's grip on him tightened. His control over his emotions wavered, then shattered completely.

"No! No! You were dead! You are dead!" He screamed in denial, tear streaming down his cheeks as he struggled viciously in the vampire's grip.

A low soothing voice, Damien's voice whispered sweetly in his ears but he couldn't bring himself to listen to it.

"Sammy..." Damien murmured sadly, glancing at the others who were watching the two in shock, the hunters' guns trained on his head and Lenore's gaze fixed into a cold glare. The hysterical vixen in his arms continued to scream and thrash, sobbing so hard he was choking on his own breaths. He sighed softly and gently took firm hold of the human's face, forcing him to face him. Sam clenched his eyes shut stubbornly, but stopped thrashing, his lithe body taut and trembling.

"Sam, love, look at me."

The other man shook his head, tears leaking from the corner of his eyes. "You're not real. You're dead." He rasped brokenly and Damien's heart broke.

"I'm here, Sammy. I promise, it me. I'm here. G'on and open them beautiful eyes for me, love."

Hesitantly, the vixen's hazel-green eyes slid open, their owner's breath hitching when they met his aquamarine hues. Pain, awe, love, grief and a mirad of other emotions flew across his beloved's face before he did the one thing Damien hated more than he hated seeing him cry.

He shut down.

All emotion left his face and the tension fled his body reminding the vampire how exactly his lover was able to cope with all the shit life threw at him. He could easily and effectively cut off all of his emotions, then behave like nothing was wrong. Sam's ability to separate himself from his emotions and lock them deep inside himself had been legendary amongst both their friends and enemies and some even called him The Soulless One after seeing those dancing hazel-green eyes go so eerily blank. It was the same thing he done after - he stopped the thought, unwilling to head into that territory. Instead he slowly lowered his hands from Sam's face, blank hazel eyes tracking his every movement.

"See? I'm fine. Nothing but a diet change."

Jared snorted and Lenore giggled a bit before looking at the youngest amongst them, and the hunters slowly lowered their guns following their gaze.

"Sam, are you alright?"

He blinked and stared at them, then gave them an empty smile.

"I'm fine." He rasped and Dean snorted.

" Yeah, right. What's going on, Sam? Dracula?"

Another eerie smile crossed Sam's lips, but his eyes remained ever empty.

"I'm fine." He repeated, then he turned. "I just...I think I need some air."

Lenore nodded sympathetically, all of them still shaken from witnessing the normally level-headed man breakdown. Picking up his bag, he flashed them another empty smile and left the room.

Damien watched him go with pain-filled blue eyes, before cursing violently.

"Damnit!" He snarled, fangs extending in his rage. "How could I be so fucking stupid!"

Three guns cocked and he snarled ferally at the three remaining Winchesters, who were all aiming for his head.

"What did you do to my son?" John growled and his eyes flashed as he remembered the times that his love would cry because of this man. How he would lament over being different despite Damien's reassurances that it was a good thing. He couldn't bring himself to even take the man seriously, so he gave a mocking smile.

"Nothing he didn't beg for."

John snarled again, furious, but Lenore stilled him with a placating hand.

"Dae, what's going on?"

The red-head sighed quietly and ran a weary hand across his face.

"I need to go."

He replied and with nary another word, he vanished to find Sam.

They needed to talk and it was long overdue.

TBC...

A/N Sorry just a short little filler chapter to keep you guys going until I finish up chapter four.

EDITED: 12/25/15