Chapter Seven

Everyone stared at the hazel eyed man wide-eyed, watching as Damien slumped against him unconscious.

"What did you do to him?" Jared snarled at him, eyes flashing protectively. The hunter spared him an impassive glance, then turned his gaze back to the unconscious vampire in his arms.

"I drugged him using diluted dead man's blood. It should keep him out for the rest of the night." He monotoned and the other vampires stared at him wide-eyed and fearful. If he would use dead man's blood on someone he loved, what would he do to them?

Dean frowned, unused to this side of his little brother. He watched as the younger man set his husband's limp form on the table with a gentleness that belayed the indifference in his eyes and wondered, not for the first time, just how well he truly knew his brother. This wasn't Sammy, the innocent wide-eyed child he'd taken care of for most of his life, nor was it Sam the jaded teen that ran away to college in hopes of a normal life. This, this was someone else entirely.

Jared's eyes darkened and he glared at Sam with hate and accusation bright in his gaze.

"How dare you," He growled quietly. "How dare you tell my childe you love him then poison him! Have you no idea what Dead man's blood does to our kind?"

A sneer spread across Sam's features, twisting them into something scornfully beautiful.

"Do you honestly think I would be so incompetent as to poison my husband so soon after finding him? Do you have any idea what I suffered through losing him the first time? Especially so soon after-" He cut himself off with a shake of his head and they all found themselves wondering what it was he'd been about to say. One of his large, slim hands caressed the vampires slack face.

"Dead man's blood diluted with a mild sedative and holy water only knocks vampires out it doesn't poison them. The holy water negates the effects the blood has on you and amplifies the sedative's properties so that they can subdue the vampire and keep them under depending on how the dose. The dose I gave Damien is enough to keep him out until noon tomorrow, long enough for you all to get him out of here." He glanced at his watch.

"We've already wasted too much time; you guys need to start leaving."

Lenore nodded and Jared gently lifted his childe into his arms.

"Sam, be careful. He's already going to be devastated when he wakes up...don't make me break his heart by having to tell him that this time, there will be no happy reunion."

He stared at her, the gave a small nod of acknowledgement, before turning to his family.

"We need to finish setting the traps, if my calculations are correct, Gordon will be here soon."

"Sam, are you alright?" Mary asked and he gave her a small broken smile that didn't reach his empty eyes.

"I'm fine." He replied. "I have to be."

She pulled him into a hug, heart clenching at his words. "No, you don't."

He stiffened against her, hugging back awkwardly. "I do."

She shook her head and pulled away, but said nothing more on the matter. Instead she observed her youngest son worriedly, noting the slight crack in his impassive eyes as Jared's group left with his husband and the way tension filled him as soon as Damien left his sight.

He was scared, terrified really, although he hid it well and it broke her heart.

"Why did you send him away?" She asked once all the vampires were gone. He blinked and looked down at her.

"Because if he were to stay he'd become a target for heaven and hell alike...and I love him too much to allow him to face that." He sighed, and left the ice fade from his gaze to reveal the heartbreak and fear underneath.

"One day, after its all over, I may find my way back to him, but to be honest... I don't expect to survive this. Lucifer will be released, of that I am certain." He paused. "And when that happens and he falls, I'm not entirely sure I won't fall with him."

True to Sam's word only three hours after the vampires left, Gordon struck. He snuck into their former nest, carefully avoiding the more obvious traps only to get caught in one of the other, not so obvious traps hidden beneath it.

Only a few moments later, the vampire hunter found himself bound to a chair in a room full of Winchesters, including his least favorite, Sam Winchester himself.

For a moment, he didn't speak, smirking haughtily at the four hunters.

"Recruiting now, Johnny?" He taunted, jerking his head in Mary's direction and the woman smirked at him.

"Mary Winchester nee Campbell, Walker. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

He raised an eyebrow. "Ah, so y'all are dabblin' in demon deals now?" He nodded to himself and his face twisted into an ugly sneer. "Then again, not surprising with that pathetic demon spawn you have traveling with you."

This time, Mary raised an eyebrow, moss green eyes glinting like diamonds as they met his cold onyx gaze.

"Hopefully," She sneered in return, "You aren't talking about my innocent baby boy."

The vampire hunter snorted. "Baby boy? Oh, the angels told me all about your baby boy and he is far from innocent. Hasn't been for a long, long time. How old was it? Nine? Ten?"

Sam flinched. "Eight." He responded softly and his family looked at him surprised and heartbroken as they realized what he was talking about.

"You- you- eight?" Mary stammered and her son swallowed roughly, unable to meet her gaze.

Walker chuckled darkly. "The neighbor right? The one used to babysit you while Dean stayed after school for football. Never told Daddy what he made you do, did you? Or just how you earned the little allowance he gave you."

John paled and Dean shook his head in disbelief. "No, no! Tell me he's lying, Sammy? Please?"

He begged but Sam remained silent.

His family felt sick.

Gordon continued on. "The angels, that Zachariah especially, told me all about you. about your sins and the drugs. That girl, Jess." He paused and smirked evilly.

"Marilyn."

Sam's head shot up and his eyes widened, the color draining from his face.

Dean frowned. "Who's Marilyn?"

Gordon's smirk widened and he kept his gaze on the youngest Winchester.

"Your brother never told you?"

The three elder Winchesters shook their heads, staring at their youngest, whose features had once more reverted to that eerily blank state.

"She was your niece."

TBC...

EDITED:12/25/15