Sorry for the late upload , guys. I was a little sick with flu . The changing weather always gets to me.
Anyway enjoy the chapter. Its a little long . This is dedicated to my beta and friend O'MalleytheAlleycat.
Dean stopped the rusty pickup truck that smelled of stale beer and butterscotch toffee in front of a huge iron gate. Apparently this was the place where Sammy was being held but Benny made it sound as if Sam was staying as a guest in a five star hotel. Dean hoped that was the case. He didn't want to find Sam drained of blood or worse, turned. He shuddered as his imagination painted horror shows in his mind. No, he shook his head, Sam was fine. He had to be. But deep down Dean knew that Sam was a shining beacon for trouble. The kid had gotten strangled more times than he had gotten laid.
Dean had wanted to come during the day of course because the vampires would have been sleeping at that time, but Benny couldn't have come during the day. So here he was ambushing a nest of vampires at night. John Winchester would have punched him in the face for coming to ambush a nest of vampires at night with a vampire by his side. Dean had argued with Benny. He didn't know why he wouldn't be able to find Sammy on his own but Benny insisted that without him Dean couldn't stand a chance.
"We walk from here."
Benny said getting out of the truck. Dean parked the truck and followed Benny through the narrow opening in the half closed gate. Dean was holding a machete in one hand and a dart gun in the other.
These past few days had been difficult for him, not just because Sam was missing, but because the world seemed different and foreign. It felt weird to move around without a weapon in his hand. He actually felt naked without a blood crusted blade in his hand.
Sure the shower-and to actually pee in a toilet-felt good, but it just felt wrong to see people going out and about without a care in the world. So now he was actually glad that he was getting a chance to slice off some heads.
After walking for some time through the path in between the dense trees, they stopped at a huge mansion. Now Dean understood why he needed Benny's help. This place was friggin' huge and Dean didn't have the faintest idea where Sammy could be.
"Great. So we've finally arrived at Count Dracula's castle." Dean said as he followed Benny to the side of the mansion away from the front door.
"I know a shortcut. I think I know where Sam's room is." Benny said as he uncovered a wooden door from under a thick curtain of twisted vines.
Dean followed Benny and entered a dimly lit hallway. Dean expected to find candles and fires illuminating the mansion but the halls were lit with bulbs and tube lights. Dean tightened his hold on the machete and slowly followed Benny through the twisted halls.
"Where the hell are the vamps?"
Dean asked quietly as he made the twentieth turn. He had no idea how Benny was manoeuvring his way through the labyrinth of twists and turns.
"They must be in the feeding grounds; the place where they keep the humans." Benny replied.
They took another turn and immediately came upon a group of vampires. Dean didn't even flinch in surprise. He had enough surprises in Purgatory and now his senses were too heightened. He actually welcomed the intrusion, he had been getting impatient at the lack of sudden encounters.
Him and Benny worked in perfect sync. Covering each other backs, moving around and deflecting blows. In no time they had beheaded all the five vamps who didn't even put up much of a fight as compared to the vicious monsters in Purgatory.
"Just like old times." Benny said as he picked up his blood stained machete from the floor. Dean grinned at him as he wiped his machete clean on the shirt of the fallen corpse. They started moving again.
They passed many doors and Benny checked some of them only to close them again with a disappointed shake of his head.
At one turn Benny paused lifting his chin up. Dean could tell that he was using his advanced hearing.
"I hear another group coming. Listen I'll hold them off, you get Sam out. My guess is that his room is in this hallway, OK?"
Dean nodded and got ready for another assault.
"And brother —" Benny said in a grave voice.
"If you meet the Elder Vamp, keep your distance. I'm not sure if those darts will even work. If he goes down even for a second, you do not give him a second glance. You do not try to behead him. Just grab your brother and run."
Dean rolled his eyes at his friend. Benny was saying this to him for the hundredth time that day and Dean had gotten the message loud and clear; the Elder vamp was not to be taken lightly. Dean nodded.
"Don't worry. First priority is getting Sammy out, I can always kill the bastard later with Sam by my side."
He felt excitement rise in his chest. He was gonna see Sam. After almost a year, he was gonna see his little brother. Benny motioned at him, telling him to get ready. Sure enough they came across about half a dozen vampires. Dean managed to behead two of them when suddenly his machete was knocked out of his hands by a rather large and cocky vampire. Dean was gonna shoot him when Benny sliced its head.
"Go, Dean!" Benny yelled at him.
Dean nodded and sped off down the hall. He kicked open a door and found a bedroom empty. He cursed loudly and started running again. Why did this place have to be so big? He hoped that Sam would be wearing boots so that he could just grab him and make a run, meet Benny and get out. There! Simple as that but he knew that Winchester luck was rotten and simple was a word that did not exist in their lives but couldn't there be an exception? An anomaly? Just this once.
Dean's heart was leaping wildly in his chest. He opened another door hoping to find Sam with his nose buried in a book. Instead he saw a man leaning on a bed and feeding on someone. Dean hoped it wasn't Sam but Dean couldn't see the person on the bed since the vamp was almost lying on top of him. Those worn denim clad legs were long, too long. Just like Sam's. Oh God, please don't let it be Sam.
Dean raised his gun with steady hands. He shot the vampire three times in the back, it's body jerked slightly from the blows but otherwise it seemed unaffected, body still posed over the body on the bed. The vampire suddenly pulled back and Dean's heart froze. What he saw made him see red, his hands were shaking so badly that he thought that he might drop the gun.
Dean immediately recognised that mop of chestnut brown hair. Sammy was lying on the bed and he was just as pale as the sheets below him. Dean would have thought he was dead if it were not for the falling and rising chest which was heavily bandaged. Sam's wrist was also plastered. There was a blood bag hanging by him with the I.V stuck in his arm. The vampire was sitting besides Sam on the bed, frowning down at his brother and not acknowledging Dean.
The vampire shook his head and started pinching the bleeding wound on Sam's neck. Dean clenched his jaws and shot at the vampire again in his arm. This time the vampire turned his face towards him and Dean felt sick when he saw Sammy's blood clinging at the vampire's lips.
"Get the hell away from my brother, you son of a bitch." Dean said fiercely.
The vampire smiled and licked his lips clean. It seemed as if the darts had no affect on him and there was not even a slightest trace of pain on that smug face.
"Sammy talk to me, you okay?"
Dean said loudly but of course Sam did not reply. It took all his willpower to stand there rooted by the door and not to dash towards Sam. Dean couldn't see his face so he didn't know if Sam was awake or not. He was too still to be awake.
Dean could feel his heart thundering loudly against his chest. He hadn't been in this much panic even in Purgatory and only the bruised and still sight of his little brother could send him into over drive. Despite his internal reservation Dean kept his cool facade. He growled when the vampire lifted his hand and ran it through Sam's hair almost absentmindedly with his eyes trained on Dean.
"Dean Winchester, I was actually just looking at you right now in one of Samuel's memory. I suppose you killed Benny since I cannot sense him." the vampire said as he continued to card his fingers through Sam's hair, his whole air unconcerned.
He had that allure of a vampire and his voice resonated with authority.
"What do you mean his memory? What the hell did you do to him?"
Dean asked as terror crawled up his throat. Sam had not even stirred once.
"What is wrong with him?"
The vampire's smile vanished to be replaced by an expression of anger and-surprisingly-concern.
"Yes he is very weak but I can assure you. I have dealt with the one responsible for his battered state."
The vampire said and he motioned to the corner of the room with his chin. Dean followed his gaze and saw a girl lying on the floor in a pool of blood. Something that looked like a piece of meat — was that a heart? It was ! Her heart was lying a few inches away.
Dean returned his gaze to the vampire who continued to stare at him with his gleaming cat like eyes. Those eyes reminded Dean of the eyes he had seen in every dark hole in Purgatory. Eyes that haunted him and followed him everywhere he went in Purgatory. Eyes that he thought he had left behind. Unpleasant memories began to surface and he growled at the vampire.
"Stop touching him!" Dean shouted and fired another dart.
This one however stuck to the wall just behind vampire's head. He had dodged it and Dean hadn't even seen him do it.
Suddenly Sam moaned and at once the Vampire turned his attention to Sam. Dean couldn't take it anymore. He sped off towards Sam but before he had even made it halfway across the room, he was flung from his feet and he collided into the cupboards behind him opposite to the bed.
He felt the air leave his lungs at the impact and he stumbled to the ground. Damn, the vamp was too friggin' strong .
When he regained his balance he saw the vampire sitting on the same spot cupping Sam's face. How the hell did that vampire move so fast. Dean even turned around and checked the room to see if there was someone else but they were alone. Dean rubbed his chest and glanced at Sam.
Now Dean could see Sam more clearly. His whole body was covered in bite marks and band aids . There were long scratches on his stomach disappearing under the bandage on Sam's chest. Dean could see livid bruises standing against Sam's pale skin at the edge of the thick bandages on Sam's chest. Dean felt the sudden urge to cover Sam up with his jacket.
The Vampire was again stroking Sam like he was some dog. He was looking at Dean with daring eyes as if challenging him to step forward again. Luckily Dean still had the gun in his hand. He noticed that the vampire had already removed all the darts from his body. Dammit he should be on the floor by now. Those darts were not just laced with dead man's blood. They were something else entirely!
Sam moaned again and Dean saw his eyes flutter open. Dean took a step forward , suddenly he felt a vice like grip on his shoulder. The vampire was standing in his face . The vampire's face was twisted in a snarl . How the hell was this vamp so friggin fast?
"You take one more step and I will break your legs" The vampire hissed in his face.
Dean clenched his jaws refusing to cry out in pain when the hold on his shoulder tightened .He raised his gun and before he knew it the gun was no longer in his hands . It was lying on the floor in pieces.
The vampire released his arm. He was smiling again. He shook his head in obvious disapproval.
"The only reason that you're alive is because Samuel would want to meet you. Then I will kill you."
The vampire said as he once again sat down on the bed besides Sam.
Sam was struggling to get up now. He was mumbling something under his breath.
"Sick" He huffed out.
Dean looked around for a trash can . He knew that Sam was gonna puke. He didn't give a damn about his legs, all he knew was that Sammy needed a trash can and Dean was gonna find him one.
Dean felt a swoosh of air around him and he frowned when he saw that the vampire had made Sam sit upright with one arm behind his back. A trash can was in Sam's lap. Sam heaved into the can but nothing much came out, only yellow bile.
"Sammy" Dean shouted and he risked a step forward but Sam was busy retching his guts out and he didn't look at Dean.
The vampire raised his eyebrow at Dean and with his free hand he squeezed Sam's plastered wrist. Sam immediately cried out and pulled his wrist back and at the same time Dean took a step back getting the message. The vampire knew exactly how to keep him at bay.
Sam pushed the can away weakly and slumped back into the vampire who was sitting behind Sam to support him. The vampire placed the trash can by the bed near Sam's bloody shredded shirt. Dean didn't let his gaze linger on the shirt for long.
"Samuel, how are you feeling ?" The vampire asked in a gentle voice.
Sam was leaning entirely on the vampire. His eyes were hidden behind his fringe of hair and his head was bowed down. He was panting heavily . Dean bit his lip as full blown panic enveloped him . He had never expected to find Sam in such a weakened state . Sam was barely aware of what was going on around him.
"Awwwfullll" He answered singing the word.
Dean frowned. Okay ! Something fishy was going on. He could tell just by listening to Sam's voice that either he was drugged or he had a concussion.
"Sammy ?" He said and suddenly Sam's head which had been resting on his chest shot upwards.
His glazed, dilated eyes searched the room and finally met Dean's gaze. Now Dean was sure that Sam was drugged. His eyes were too big and he was smiling a little.
Sam chuckled and his plastered hand shot towards Dean as if he was trying to reach him and hold him. He was smiling .
"Deeeean" he said "You back"
Dean grinned at him. "Yeah Sammy . I'm here to get your ass out of this place and then after you get better I'm gonna give you a serious beat down on your choice of friends."
Sam was just looking at him goofily. Dean was sure that he didn't understand a single word Dean had just said.
"You burnt the eggs." Sam said excitedly. His words were slurred and he was panting heavily as if he was having trouble breathing.
Dean frowned at him. He was too loopy but the vampire also seemed to have gotten more excited at Sam's words. He had his arm behind Sam's back but Sam seemed to have eyes only for Dean.
"He did but it was yum." The vampire said slowly in Sam's ear who nodded.
It was yum? Why did that sound just too familiar? Oh right, because that was the only way that Sam used to eat his food. Dean used to taste it first and confirmed it that it was YUM and then Sam would eat it. But how the hell did that friggin vamp know that? It's not like Sam would have a heart to heart with the vamp?
Then suddenly the realisation hit Dean like a freight train. What had the vampire said when he had first seen Dean? Something about looking in Sam's mind, his memory. Dean's mind was working in overdrive. His hands were shaking. This vamp had done some kind of — mind rape on Sammy. God! He needed to get Sam out.
He felt like puking when he realised that the vampire had been invading Sam's memories somehow. How else could the vamp know? How else could he know about Dean's secret way of making Sammy eat his food.
"Deeeen "
Dean was pulled out of his thoughts by Sam's shaky voice. Sam was trying to reach him. He had both his arms extended towards Dean. Suddenly Dean was reminded of the little toothy , dimpled Sam who used to extended his arms to Dean to hoist him up. He remembered that when ever dad and him would call Sam. Sam always wobbled up to Dean and raised his little arms urging Dean to pick him up. He never went to dad ,always Dean.
Dean couldn't take it anymore . Sam was calling for him. Slowly he began to move towards Sam who laughed goofily at Dean's advancement. But Dean stopped when he saw the vampire grip Sam's bicep.
"I told you to stay back" The vampire said icily and Dean froze.
In an instant the vampire effortlessly turned Sam around so that instead of facing towards Dean, Sam was sitting on the bed facing the wall on the right side of the bed. He was now face to face with the vampire who was sitting with one leg folded under him .Sam kept his gaze locked at Dean even when his face was turned but finally he looked at the vampire.
The vampire was still holding Sam so that he couldn't slump sideways. Sam was just too weak and it broke Dean's heart.
"Let him go. " Dean shouted but he didn't step forward. The vampire smiled at Sam .
"No— Dean." Sam said fearfully and Dean's heart sank. He didn't know what to do. He was scared that if he approached them the vamp might hurt Sam.
"I have never been this mesmerised by a human before." The vampire said softly as he stroked Sam's cheek with his thumb.
Dean didn't know what to do. He was feeling sick at watching the vampire caress Sam. He had no idea what Sam had been through and he was terrified to even think about it.
"Please, let him go. Take me instead but let Sam go." Dean pleaded but the vampire didn't even look at him.
He continued to stroke Sam's face. Sam was looking fearfully at the vampire, his eyes wide with terror. More than once Sam tried to turn his face towards Dean but the vampire clutched his chin forcing him to meet his gaze.
"I want to turn him. The thought of having him as my mate is just too tempting"
Dean felt his knees shake. His throat felt like sandpaper and blood was thundering against his ear drums.
"No" His voice broke in desperation. "Don't."
The vampire had his face now inches away from Sam. Sam was frozen in his place. His eyes wide and unblinking . The fear radiating from him was contagious.
"Get away." Sam said in a broken whisper.
Even though Sam was a grown man, right now Dean could only see his little brother. His baby brother in the clutches of a depraved monster. How someone so big could look so small and helpless was beyond Dean's understanding.
"Hey, listen to me!" Dean shouted. He even flailed his arms in the air. He had to get the vampire's attention away from Sam.
"Hey, freak, I didn't kill Benny. Turns out he hates you as much as I hate you. He wants to end your undead ass just like me."
He felt a storm of rage and anger in his chest pushing away the helplessness. Thankfully the vampire turned his face away from Sam to look at Dean with an unaffected expression. Dean saw Sam sigh and sag a little in relief.
"I do not care the slightest whether Benny is alive or not." The vampire said as he returned his gaze towards Sam.
"The only thing that I care about is this, right here in front of me." The vampire spoke softly yet his voice sent a chill down Dean's spine.
The vampire's face was so too close to Sam's now. Sam turned his face away, eyes turning towards Dean, unseeing as they were glazed over in fear and pain. The vampire kissed Sam's neck sensuously. Dean felt as if his whole world were imploding as he considered the implications of that action.
A single tear slid down Sam's face. Dean couldn't take it anymore. He felt something snap inside him. He broke into a mad dash and reached the bed but before he could so much as touch Sam he felt a sudden yet painful slap to his chest. He stumbled back and saw the vampire suddenly appear in front of his face. This time the vampire raised its fist, Dean turned his face just in time to avoid his nose being broken. His hand, however, was not fast enough to counter the fist that felt a brick to his face. His head collided with the wall behind him and he was vaguely aware of falling to the ground.
Dean groaned as he opened his eyes. His head was throbbing like a sonuvabitch and what the hell was he doing on the floor? He quickly sat up and looked around, he was on a floor and not lying in the mud in the middle of the dark forests of purgatory at night. Dean shuddered in relief, he had gotten out.
He lifted his hand and felt the back of his head. He jerked when his fingers brushed against a big bump on his skull. Well that explained the throbbing and the confusion.
He looked around at the room. Definitely not a standard crappy motel room and then it all came back to him.
"Sammy!" he yelled and after swaying a little on his feet he stumbled up to the bed relieved to see Sam alone without Count Dracula. He was sleeping, a pained expression frozen on his face.
He quickly assessed Sam. He was wearing a clean gray tee shirt now and the wound on his neck where the vampire had been feeding from was bandaged. Sam's face was too thin and his cheek bones were protruded. There were dark bags under his eyes. The blood bag had been replaced by an IV bag which was half empty.
The thought of the Elder vampire being in the room with a drugged up, vulnerable Sam while Dean had been knocked unconscious scared the crap out of him. Especially as he recalled the vampire violating his brother in such an intimate way. He had to get Sam out. He jumped when his phone suddenly buzzed.
It was Benny. Dean answered it.
"Tell me you're alive." Dean said and let out the breath he'd been holding when he heard Benny on the other end. He sounded winded and in pain but what else was new.
"Yeah, sorry brother. I had to make a run for it. Caius came after me. I knew I didn't stand a chance against him but the mere fact that I was able to escape means that the darts worked."
"I don't know if they worked or not. I shot four of them into him."
"You found your brother?"
"Yeah." Dean said as he took hold of Sam's good wrist. He hated the fact that his finger and thumb could easily circle Sam's wrist and still leave room to spare.
"He's not in a good shape. He's too weak. We have to wait for the vamp to leave and then bust Sam out because he's a friggin' Hercules. Knocked me out with just one blow. In fact I don't know why he didn't kill me."
Benny chuckled on the other end.
"Now you know how that feels since you've been always on the giving end. I don't think that Caius leaves, he usually stays in his mansion. I can get you out because Caius may decide to finish you off. I'm sure that we'll be able to fight our way out just like we came in."
"I'm not gonna die that easily. Besides I'm not gonna leave without Sam. We wait until Sam can walk on his own."
"Your call, chief." Benny said but he sounded like he believed that it wasn't a good decision.
"Look if the vamp wanted me dead, he would have done it by now. Trust me, he had plenty of chances."
Benny grunted in agreement.
"Let's hope that the darts work. Maybe they need time to kick in. Sometimes the effect is delayed when a vampire has recently fed." Benny said.
Dean had a sudden image of the vampire clinging to Sam's throat when he had first opened the door. He felt the urge to vomit.
"Yeah, he had been feeding on Sam." Dean said in a wavering voice. He looked at Sam who was twitching and scrunching his eyes. Clear signs of his waking up. Dean hoped that the drugs had worn off.
"Benny I gotta go, I'll call." Dean said as he swiped the screen. He had bought a new phone after coming back from Purgatory and he still couldn't get the hang of it.
Dean fished through his pockets and his waist band. He realized that all his lock picks and knife cutters were missing. He checked his ankle where he had a small sheathed knife strapped but also found it missing. Then why did he have his phone?
Dean was pulled out of his thoughts when Sam groaned and raised his bandaged wrist to his face. Dean sat down on the huge bed besides Sam.
"Hey Sammy, is it you or the loopy you?" Dean asked as he gently shook Sam by the shoulder.
As soon as Dean touched him. Sam leaped out of the bed and yelped when the needle tore his skin. He backpedaled till his back hit the opposite wall. His eyes were wide open.
"Maya?" He huffed out and clutched his chest. Dean quickly stood up raising his arms in a placating manner.
"Easy Sammy, the chicks dead." Dean said as he he looked at the corner of the room and noticed that the body and the blood was gone.
"You're bleeding." Dean said as he looked at Sam's arm, but Sam was looking at Dean with wild crazy eyes.
"Dean?" Sam asked as he slowly stepped forward.
"No." Dean said while cocking his head and grinning. "I'm batman remember."
Sam immediately smiled, his eyes glittering with pure joy and relief.
"You got out?"
"Yeah Sammy. You got me—" Dean said but his sentence was cut off as Sam quickly circled around the bed and hugged him. A bone crushing hug.
Dean hugged him back. Not too tightly since Sam was so bruised and fragile and Dean could feel Sam's hot puffs of breath on his neck, indicating that the kid probably had a fever.
Dean smiled as he felt Sam bury his face in Dean's shoulder. Yup — they had a long overdue chick flick. Sam pulled back to look at him.
"You look like crap." Sam said as he grinned toothily.
Dean remembered that he was still covered in scars and bruises from Purgatory. He raised his eyebrows at Sam.
"I look like crap?" he shook his head in disbelief. "I'm not the one covered in hickeys."
Sam's smile immediately disappeared and he touched his bandaged neck. He swayed a little.
"Whoa, easy." Dean said as he took Sam by his bicep and settled him on the edge of the bed.
Sam examined his plastered wrist and sighed.
"Dean, what are you doing here?" he said wearily.
Dean sat down on the bed besides him and looked at him incredulously.
"What the hell are you talking about? I'm here to bust your ass out. Seriously Sam this is one of stupidest things you've ever done. Givin' yourself up to the vamp." Dean said sternly.
Sam looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"At least I didn't sell my soul. And besides, it worked, you got out." He said while smiling.
Dean dragged his hand on his face.
"Sammy we promised each other that we wouldn't look for each other if anything happened."
Sam scoffed.
"Dean, we both know that you would have done the same thing if you were in my shoes."
Dean sighed. He didn't want to argue right now and Sam was right, he would have done anything and everything to save Sam if their roles were reversed.
"How did you find me?" Sam asked.
"Benny told me."
"Damn it, I told him not to tell you. I knew you were gonna act this way." Sam said exasperated.
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Shut up Sam. Lets just get you out of here before dark flash shows up again"
Sam's head suddenly shot in Dean's direction.
"You've seen him? Was he here?"
Dean nodded. " Lets just say that I found you at the right moment."
Sam placed his head in his palms and huffed out a long miserable sigh.
"So you killed Maya. Yeah, you really did come at the right time. I thought that she was gonna kill me."
Dean knotted his eyebrows.
"I didn't kill her. The crazy vamp did."
Sam raised his head and looked at Dean with a confused expression which then turned to terror. He suddenly stood up and backed away.
"Sam, what's wrong?" Dean asked worriedly. He hadn't seen Sam this scared since Lucifer had been riding shotgun in his head.
"He—" Sam's voice broke. "He did it to me again, didn't he?"
Sam was trembling. His expression one of sheer terror. Dean stood up.
"Sammy it's okay , I—"
"No ,Dean . I — I was drugged, wasn't I?" Sam asked with a wavering voice and he could read the answer from Dean's face.
He raised his good hand and clutched his hair.
"I— I remember a little. I couldn't push him out of my mind. I — he-" Sam sobbed a little.
Dean frowned and gritted his teeth. He was gonna make that bastard pay for scaring Sammy like that but first things first. Dean knew what Sam was talking about. He had pieced it together before. Dean took Sam by the shoulders and Sam looked at him with fear and desperation.
"Listen to me Sam. I'm gonna get you out and then I'm gonna slice off that bastard's head. You got it?"
Sam shrugged Dean off and turned around, facing towards the cupboards.
"You don't understand Dean. I — I don't know what he did to me. What if he made me — made me forget things?"
Dean sighed.
"Sam, then I'll help you remember. Let's just worry about getting out first. Okay?"
Sam looked at the ceiling. Dean could tell that he was trying to keep himself from crying. He turned around and nodded. He sat on the bed again. This time slumping against the headboard, suddenly looking bone-tired and exhausted. The excitement from seeing Dean was probably wearing off.
Dean paced the room. Sam could walk so that was a plus. He strolled to the door and cursed loudly when he saw that there were no locks on the inside which meant that the only way they could get out was by either busting the door or being led out. Dean crossed his fingers and turned the handle. Of course it was locked and he was sure that he wouldn't be able to open the door by slamming his shoulder into it or kicking it.
Even if he tried, the mansion was filled with vampires with advanced hearing who would probably come running to greet him. Dean kicked the door in frustration. He began pacing the room again.
"Does this guy even bleed?" Dean asked Sam who was looking at him wearily.
"I don't know Dean. Tesla said that he can't be killed."
"Yeah, I've heard." Dean had no idea who Tesla was and he didn't care. All he cared was getting Sammy out and then killing that stupid Elder Vamp.
"Was there a sun in Purgatory?" Sam suddenly asked.
Dean stopped his pacing and frowned at Sam.
"I mean I saw the dark forest and all. Just wondering, was there a sun?"
Dean nodded. " Yeah, there was one but it was weird. You know like it couldn't shine or something."
Dean looked around and realized that there were no windows. He suddenly felt a pang in his stomach. He knew how sentimental Sam could be and he had been holed up in this room for months. He was missing the sun. Wait! Did Sam say that he SAW the forest.
"Back up. What do you mean you saw the forest?" Dean asked as he came to stand at the foot of the bed. He could tell by looking at Sam's face that Sam had accidentally said that and that he was now regretting it.
"Wait" Dean said as panic rose in his chest. "Did you enter Purgatory? Tell me you didn't."
Sam laughed and shook his head. "No, Dean. I meant that Caius show— er —told me. The vamp, he told me."
"No, he showed you. What the hell did that bastard do, Sam?" Dean asked angrily.
"I'm sure he didn't show you a movie. What the hell did he do to you?"
"Dean, just drop it. I don't have to worry because you're here now. All we need is a plan to get out of this place. Maybe we can work on it right now" Sam said while nodding his head.
Dean caught Sam's ploy right then and there, not falling for it.
"Don't try to change the subject Sam. Tell me what did he do? How did he make you see Purgatory?"
Sam sighed. He looked in his lap and flushed in embarrassment.
"He — uh — gets up close and —uh enters my mind. I can always push him out but I didn't that time." Sam gulped and looked at Dean with watery eyes.
"He told me that you were dead, Dean. I had to know, I had to see you." Sam said this as if he was trying to justify himself. He looked — guilty. Great, leave it to Sam to blame himself for everything.
"Well I ain't dead. I'm a Winchester." He winked at Sam, trying to lighten the mood. "Did you see me?"
Sam nodded. "I saw you through Benny's eyes. You were slicing some vamp's head with a ponytail and then Benny saved you from another vamp."
Dean frowned. He remember that time. That was the first time he met Benny. He didn't like it that Sam had seen him when he was at his lowest. Purgatory had gotten his darkest side out of him.
"What else did you see?" Dean asked a little sternly and Sam immediately looked away .
"Nothing. He showed me that only once. —- Cass" Sam said suddenly.
"Cass can get us out." He said hopefully.
Dean immediately felt a heavy grief cloud his heart. "Cass, he -uh — couldn't make it."
Sam nodded sadly. "So, how are we getting out?"
Before Dean could reply, the door opened and the Elder Vampire came in. Sam immediately gasped and he scrambled out of the bed. Dean pulled Sam's arm and pushed him behind himself, shielding Sam from the vampire.
The vampire seemed to be in a fit of rage. His eyes were narrowed and his hands closed into fists by his sides. He was glaring at Dean with a feral look. Dean was surprised that he couldn't see steam blowing out of his ears.
"What did you do to me?" The vampire asked fiercely as he ran towards them. Dean realized that he had not seen the vampire run, not even once. He seemed weird running towards them.
Dean pushed Sam further back and readied himself for a fight. This time he could see the vamp's moves clearly. Was it possible that the vampire had lost its speed? Dean shot his fist at the vampire who caught Dean's fist in a vice like grip. Dean cried out. Apparently the vampire still had its super strength.
Dean clawed at the vampire's hand but the vampire slowly began to twist his fist. Dean gritted his teeth and tried to twist his arm along with his hand.
"Let him go." Sam shouted from behind him and the vampire released his grip.
Dean immediately stood while clutching his wrist. But his relief was short lived when the vampire clutched his throat instead. He pushed Dean so that Dean ended up with his back against the cupboards. He could feel the handle pressing painfully in his back as he gasped for breath. He clawed at the vampire's hand with both of his but it was futile.
The vampire raised him up with just one hand so that his legs were kicking in the air.
"Please, let him go!" Sam shouted. He came running forward and tried to pull Caius off.
The vampire merely pushed Sam forcefully with his free hand. Sam ended up stumbling back as he broke into a fit of violent coughs. He groaned and rubbed his bruised chest. All this time Dean could feel his trachea constricting. His struggles were getting weaker. His lungs were burning.
"You said that you will let us go. You promised!" Sam said in between gasps of breath.
Thankfully the vampire released his hold. Dean immediately ended up dropping to the ground as he took mouthfuls of precious air. The vampire clutched his jacket's collar instead and slammed him into the cupboards again.
"I did, and I would have freed you Samuel, but not now. That was before your brother came and intruded the sanctity of my house. He slaughtered my kin. He shot at me with poison of which I am not aware of. He will pay dearly for his insolence. He will pay with his pathetic life." The vampire spoke with malice.
"Do anything you want with me, asshole, but let Sam go. He didn't chop off your vamps' heads, I did."
The vampire growled in Dean's face and Dean smiled at him mockingly.
"What— did— you — give to me" The vampire spat each word in Dean's face.
Dean widened his smile.
"Vampitonin, courtesy of my gooey friends. And I added a few other things courtesy of a witchy friend. I also added a tinge of dead man's blood."
The vampire snarled. "Leviathans" He hissed. "The Alpha told me about them. Well, we'll have to see if it kills me. So far I've only lost my speed but Dean Winchester, you are dying right now."
The vampire raised his other hand high behind him, ready to strike. His fingernails had extended so that they looked like sharp pointed claws. Dean struggled but the vampire's grip did not falter.
"Nooooooo. Stop!" Sam shouted and he took hold of the vamp's arm.
The vampire looked at him with fascination. Dean saw the change in the vampire's face. His expression of feral rage was replaced by a softened smile.
Dean gritted his teeth. He kicked at the vampire's legs but the vampire didn't even flinch. He just pushed Dean more forcefully into the cupboards. Dean cried out as the handle in his back pushed against his vertebral column .
Sam released the vampire's arm and stepped back. His face was calm and blank. Dean could tell that he was trying to hide his fear. Keep up a brave front but Dean could see the terror in his hazel eyes.
"Why — Samuel? I know how much you love this pathetic excuse for a brother but why? All that he ever did was hurt you." The vampire said softly.
Dean looked at Sam and his chest swelled with pride when he saw anger replace the fear in Sam's eyes.
"You don't know anything about him so you keep your mouth shut!" Sam said fiercely and Dean chuckled.
"You hear that you sonuvabitch. Sammy just told you in clean words to screw yourself." He laughed.
However that laugh became a cry of pain when the vampire backhanded him. He felt his lip split and he flexed his jaw to see if it was still in place. Sam eyed him and Dean could tell by his expression what Sam was saying. 'Dean, for once in your life, can you keep your trap shut? Your smart talk's gonna be the death of you.'
Dean looked at him in a 'don't worry Sammy, I got this' way. Even though he had no idea how he was gonna get out of this mess. Sam rolled his eyes. He looked back at the vampire who was oblivious to their silent conversation.
"Let him go. He had no part in our deal." Sam said flatly and the vampire shook his head.
"No part? He is the very reason that you made this deal. Samuel I understand that he raised you. He fed you and made you laugh but he hurt you when you needed him the most."
Sam had that scared look back.
"You don't know what you're talking about. If you caught a glimpse of few of my memories, it doesn't mean that you know me."
The vampire smiled and cocked his head.
"Not a few. Samuel —- Did I mention how adorable you are when you are drugged? Whenever I think that I have seen all there is to you, you prove me wrong. " The vampire shook his head.
"You never cease to amaze me, Samuel. I sifted through quite a lot of your memories. However I saw only one in depth."
Sam had gone pale. He had that look of terror back in his eyes.
"You bastard! I'm gonna make you beg for mercy for what you did to him!" Dean said but the vampire ignored him . He was still looking at Sam with a soft smile.
"Do not worry. I cannot make you forget things." He said gently.
Dean frowned at him. "You've been eavesdropping." He said in an accusing tone. The vampire looked at him with a look of annoyance.
"I don't eavesdrop. I can hear everything. This is my domain. My territory. Did you really think that I just left you your phone? I was waiting to see if you have reinforcements. Turns out that you are quite alone and the only you did have, Benny, will be dead soon."
"Sorry to break it to you but the only one that's dying is your undead ass." Dean said with hate. He smirked at the vampire. This time the vampire broke his nose.
"Stop. Don't hurt him" Sam pleaded. Dean could feel warm blood oozing out of his nose. He clutched it and tried to stop the bleeding.
He looked at Sam and again saw the same expression. This time it was with more anger. Dean would have grinned at him but that would hurt his face even more.
"Samuel does Dean know that you tried to kill yourself" The vampire said coldly.
Dean immediately saw Sam go even paler and he looked down at his feet. No! Sam could never do that. He couldn't. This had to be a lie.
"Don't be ashamed Samuel. It was Dean who drove you to the edge. He pushed you away when you were at your lowest. When you needed him the most. You begged him to take you back yet he told you to pick a hemisphere."
"Sammy, tell me you didn't." Dean begged.
He remembered the phone call when Sam had called him telling him that he was Lucifer's vessel. Sam had begged him to come back. Sam raised his head and Dean could tell by looking at his face that it was the truth.
"No" Dean said quietly, not wanting to face the thought of his brother taking his own life.
"Dean, it isn't what you think. It was because of Lucifer. He had told me that I was his vessel and I said that I would kill myself before saying yes. He did say that he would bring me back, but I had to know for sure." Sam said pleadingly.
Dean could feel his heart hammering against his chest.
"Before or after?" He asked angrily, with more anger than he wanted to.
"What?" Sam asked confused.
"Before or after the phone call?! Sam!?" Dean shouted and Sam flinched.
"After." he said quietly while looking at his bare feet.
"He shot himself in the head. Then he gulped a bottle of pills, then he slit his wrists, then he drowned in a bathtub then he —-" The vampire said as if he was reading a newspaper.
"Stop!" Sam shouted. "Please just stop!" He was trembling.
Dean couldn't believe his ears. Sam tried to do it more than once. Suddenly something broke inside him. He felt guilt claw in his chest. He had always thought that Sam was stubborn and strong, that no matter what Sam could never break. Never!
"Dean, it was a long time ago. It doesn't matter." Sam said.
Dean looked at him incredulously. "Doesn't matter? It matters Sam. What if — what if you had died for good? All my sacrifices would have been for nothing. It would have been Cold Oak all over again."
"Dean , I didn't." Sam said desperately. "I thought that I could stop the apocalypse."
Dean couldn't look at him anymore. "You will pay for this" he hissed at the vampire who looked too smug and proud of himself, practically preening over the fact that he was hurting Sam through Dean.
"That was not the only time you hurt him Dean." the Elder Vampire said he lightly brushed his fingers in Dean's hair before pulling then taut. Dean scowled at him.
"Please. Just stop." Sam said in a broken voice.
"I am doing you a favour Samuel. I am getting rid of him for you." The vampire said as he released Dean's hair.
Dean looked at Sam who quickly bowed his head down. Dean sighed. He couldn't give the vampire the satisfaction that his words were actually getting to Dean. Sam and him would figure out this mess later without a therapist and right now Dean needed to get a door handle out of his back.
"Sammy . It's okay. We'll clear the water under the bridge later. Right now we just need to get rid of a dirty fish." Dean said as he glared at the vampire.
The vampire did not hit him but instead looked at him deviously. Dean braced himself for another one of Sam's deep dark secrets.
"If you love him so much then why did you promise to hunt him down and kill him?"
Dean looked at Sam with 'is this guy crazy?' expression but Sam looked just about ready to dig a ditch and hide in it. Dean frowned at him. He had never promised such stupid things. Never.
Dean scoffed. "I never said anything like that."
The vampire looked at him with an expression of utter disgust and revulsion.
"And you lie too." He snarled. He turned his gaze towards Sam.
"Tell him Samuel. That voice message is engraved in your mind and you still believe it. You still listen to it."
"Stop. Why are you doing this?" Sam said miserably. He was on the verge of tears.
"I never sent Sam any stupid voice message. Sam, tell him that his brains are screwed because of messing with your geeky brain."
But Sam remained quiet and looked at Dean with immense sadness.
The vampire sighed."Samuel. I know that you have learnt it by heart . If you do not tell him the message, I will surely end his miserable existence"
Sam looked at the vampire wide eyed.
"It doesn't matter. It was a long time ago. Whatever you're trying to do, to create this rift between me and my brother. It won't work" Sam said firmly.
The vampire raised his clawed hand again. Sam raised his hands . "Okay, okay. Just don't hurt him."
He sighed and took a deep breath.
"When I was at the covenant with Ruby. You sent a voice message and—"
Dean chuckled in realisation.
"Yeah , I did and so what? What's so wrong about it? It was a bit girly , so what? I meant every word and I still do."
Sam suddenly jerked . He looked shocked and disbelief was etched on his face.
"You do , even after— Even after I jumped. Even after I got you out. You still think that — that I'm a monster."
"A monster?"
Dean shook his head.
"What the hell Sam? All I said was that I owed you a serious beat down and that no matter what happens, we're brothers."
Sam was wide eyed. He went and sat down on the couch near the cupboards. His hands were shaking and he was trembling all over. He buried his face in his palms.
"Sam, what?" Dean asked dumbfounded. Sam rose from the couch. His expression of helplessness was gone. He seemed fierce and resolute.
"Let us go. Our deal is done. I don't want to play anymore of your games. Release my brother. " Sam said calmly but the words were spoken with burning anger.
Dean smiled at Sam who smiled back. Suddenly the vampire kneed him in the stomach. Dean who had not been expecting the offence yelled in pain and doubled over. Yup, the vamp still had its freaking strength. The vampire then gripped his throat again holding him the same way that he had been before.
"Good bye, Dean Winchester."
"No. Please. Let my brother go. I—-I'll do anything" Sam yelled as he tried to pull the Elder Vampire's arm using both of his hands.
Dean wanted to yell at him to go away from the vampire. To run, to dash for the door because right then and there he saw the vampire's eyes gleam in a strange way. It was a predatory gleam of lust and hunger. But Dean couldn't talk because he was gasping and holding on for dear life. The vampire released him after giving an extra squeeze. Dean dropped on all fours panting and gasping.
Sam had backed away again. The vampire was glaring at Sam. The vampire clutched Dean's collar from behind and pulled him upright besides him. He then laid his hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean was rubbing his sore throat and trying to clear his vision from the black specks that were refusing to go away no matter how much he blinked.
"Anything?" The vampire asked. Dean looked at Sam while shaking his head but Dean could read Sam's 'I have to do this, Dean' expression.
"Sammy don't you dare." Dean said sternly.
Sam nodded at the Elder Vampire.
So how was the chapter? Do leave a review guys. What do you think that the Elder Vamp will make Sam do?