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Chapter 13

Sam sat on the river bank holding Dean close as he trembled, crying tearlessly as he clung to Sam. Sam didn't bother trying to calm him, knowing it would be better for him to let it all out then to bottle it up. So he just sat and held Dean, one hand gently rubbing his back but otherwise he did nothing. Finally, Dean began to calm and Sam waited to see what he would do. He raised his head and crimson met gentle hazel. "Hey." Sam whispered and Dean winced slightly at the sound.

"Sammy…..wha….whe…." Dean groaned in pain, clutching his head and Sam reached out to gently rub his temples.

"Shhh… calm down Dean, just breath with me." Sam breathed slowly and deeply and gradually Dean matched him. Dean whined softly and Sam kissed the side of his head. "I know you're confused Dean but you need to stay calm. I won't let anything happen to you again." Dean looked at him, confused and lost. "You were kidnapped Dean, they hurt you but I got you back."

"Hurt." Dean whispered.

"You were very badly hurt Dean. Do…do you remember what I am?"

Dean frowned in confusion and then lent in to sniff and nuzzle a bit. What? Everything was so loud and confusing. It was hard to think and his throat…. why wouldn't it stop burning? Sammy was warm and safe, he made him feel safe. He buried his head in Sam's throat and he felt Sam holding him. He closed his eyes, trying to think about what Sammy wanted, it was so hard but… "Puppy?"

Sam snorted, well it was close enough. "Yeah Dean, I'm a puppy. Do you know what you are?"

"Not puppy." Dean answered, chewing his lip and Sam stopped him. "H…." He made a frustrated noise, he knew the word, he did! He curled closer to Sam in distress.

"It's okay Dean, just relax. Don't try to force the words." He soothed, running his fingers through Dean's now silky hair and Dean practically purred at the action, making Sam smile. Dean was really tactile now not that he could blame him, even if he didn't currently remember what had happened it would have left its mark.

"Wong!" Dean shook his head.

"No Dean's there's nothing wrong with you. You were hurt but I'm here and I will do whatever it takes to help you get better. Understand." Dean just whined softly and then rubbed his throat again. "Thirsty?" He nodded so Sam stood and helped Dean up. "Then let's hunt." He took Dean's hand and they were soon running through the trees again. A few more animals and Sam eating some more meat and then they returned to the water to clean up again. Sam stripped his shirt off to wash it and Dean copied him. Sam glanced over, taking in the changes the venom had made. Dean had always been fit and tan, now he was almost white and there wasn't an once of fat left, revealing hard muscle. Sam looked away, taking a deep breath to try and calm down. Dean being a vampire had definitely not made the Imprint go away, if anything the feelings were stronger.

He didn't see Dean staring at him in the same way, taking in golden skin, the occasional scar and nice musculature. Dean inhaled deeply, taking in Sammy's scent. It was warm and clean, though there was something under it that smelt a little off and he didn't like that but Sammy still smelt really good and he was all his. He knew Sammy was his, one of the few things he was sure of. He knew there was something wrong with him, his head was all messed up and he didn't know what was happening. All he knew was he was with Sammy and Sammy was safe. "Sammy?"

"Yeah Dean." Sam turned back and found Dean suddenly right in front of him, staring at him. "Dean? What is it?"

Dean reached out to touch Sam's cheek. "So warm." He murmured and Sam smiled, leaning into his touch. Dean pressed closer to him and Sam gasped at the feeling of ice cold skin against his own hot, goose bumps breaking out in reaction. He pressed even closer to Sam, nuzzling at his throat. Sam let him, one hand resting around his waist. Dean lifted his head and stared up at Sammy and then pressed his lips to his. Sam gasped, hand tightening around him even as Dean took advantage of his lips parting to explore. Sam's other hand came up to rest on Dean's shoulder even as he responded to the kiss.

Sam pulled back to breath and stared into crimson eyes. "Dean."

"Need you Sammy." The newborn vampire groaned.

"Not here Dean, not like this."

"Sammy." He whined, moving against Sam who bit back a moan of pleasure. Dean growled softly, hands gripping Sam's hips. He kissed Sammy again and Sam's hands moved back to hold him close, running over cold hard skin.

Jasper paused, feeling only pure lust and need coming from the region of the river. Carlisle had been concerned when they didn't come back but there was no way he was interrupting what he was feeling. Looked like the Imprint now went both ways as Mates. Hopefully Dean was mentally healthy enough for what his new nature was demanding.

Dean whimpered as Sam pinned him against a tree, kissing him hard as hands wandered. It felt so good but he needed more. His hands went to Sammy's pants and Sam broke the kiss. "Dean, do you understand what this is. I don't want to hurt you." Sam panted shakily, it was so hard not giving in and doing what Dean wanted but he wasn't even sure Dean understood what he wanted himself. "Dean do you….do you remember what this is?"

Dean whined, struggling to focus on the words. What was this? He struggled to think. "Need…"

"Tell me what you need Dean." Sam urged, if Dean could say it then he had to understand right?

"You…please Sammy….." He fumbled with Sam's belt, finally getting it off and yanking at the zip on them. But then Sam stopped him gently. "Please. Need…" He needed what? "You….inside…"

Sam let go of his hands and gently undid Dean's jeans. "Okay. But slow Dean. There's no rush." Sam soothed as he kicked his boots off, Dean copying him. Soon they were naked and Dean let Sam lead, setting the pace. Sam had walked in on Dean in the act before and Dean was never so submissive during sex. It was worrying but Sam couldn't focus on that, the wolf inside demanding he take what was being offered by his Imprint.

Sam curled around Dean in the leaves, fighting to get his breathing under control, feeling totally relaxed and sated. Dean was still in his arms, breathing slowly, one hand resting on Sam's, tracing patterns on the hot skin. "Okay?" Sam whispered and Dean cuddled closer if that was possible. Dean nodded and then turned his head to kiss him.

"Love you Sammy."

"Love you too Dean. We need to go back to the house. Do you remember Carlisle?"

Dean frowned, trying to think. Carlisle? There was something….. "Doctor?"

"Yeah Dean, he's a doctor, he helped you once when you got hurt. He and his family helped me find you. Do you remember what they are?" Sam asked and eventually Dean shook his head. "Do you remember what a vampire is?"

"No."

"Well they are vampires….and now you are one too. That is what the ones who took you did to you. They hurt you and then had you bitten and then they left you. That's why we're out here where you can hunt animals and drink their blood." Sam explained and Dean whimpered, clinging to him as he remembered burning pain.

"Hurt."

"I know Dean." Sam soothed him as best he could. They stayed for a while before he coaxed Dean into getting redressed. "It'll be okay Dean; we're going to go back to the house. No one there will hurt either of us. Understand?" Dean nodded hesitantly, following Sam closely. Sam took his hand and Dean smiled.

They finally made it to the house and Carlisle was the only one waiting, not wanting to crowd the newborn. "Hello Dean, it's good to see you again." He greeted softly, making sure to be unthreatening.

Dean stared at him from behind Sam, staying close to the one person he knew was safe. But there was something…. "Carlisle?"

The doctor smiled slightly and nodded, it was good Dean recognised him considering they had met when he had a head injury. "Yes Dean, how are you feeling?"

Dean shrugged slightly. "Can't….all jumbled." He rubbed his head and Sam tugged him close, Dean leaning into him.

"We want to help you Dean. Everyone here is a friend. Do you understand that?" He was relieved to see the way Dean seemed to rely on Sam. If Dean was…damaged and uncontrollable then he would have had to be killed. But it seemed Dean was at least semi-coherent and willing to follow Sam's lead. Carlisle moved back into the house and Sam followed, leading Dean. Emmett was sprawled in a chair so he wouldn't seem so big and threatening. Jasper was wearing long sleeves and pants to hide as many of his scars as possible but Dean still stiffened in alarm when he saw him. "Dean this is Jasper and Emmett, my sons."

"It's nice to meet you Dean." Jasper drawled softly and Dean swallowed nervously. "I know my scars are scary Dean but I won't hurt you. We've never met before but I know Sam. Sam wouldn't put you in danger."

Dean swallowed but then nodded. "No hurt."

Jasper smiled and nodded. "No hurt." He agreed.

Dean followed Sam further into the house and they settled on the couch. Dean gradually relaxed as the family chatted happily, putting him at ease.

TBC….