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16. Danger

Dean was in a bad mood. A hunt that the three of them had gone on had taken a nasty twist when the vampire nest behind all of the killings, led by some attractive brunette chick, had kidnapped Cas to use as bait for him and Sam. Who didn't know the Winchesters? He and Sam had built up quite the reputation among the supernatural creatures and if there was one thing that any monster worth their salt knew, it was that the Winchesters would do anything for family. And Cas was family.

Dean was painfully aware of how loud their footsteps were as he and Sam cautiously crept through the hallway of the house that the vampires were using as their base. In the living room, Dean froze.

"Cas!" he hissed. An extremely pale Cas, who was bound tightly to a chair and had a gag wedged in his mouth, weakly looked up at the sound of Dean's voice. His eyes widened and he tried to say something but only a muffled sound came out.

The next moment, Dean was fighting for his life. The vampires had emerged out of nowhere and descended on him and Sam and while Sam lashed out at any vampire that came close to him, Dean was specifically angling for Cas. He killed three vampires before he finally reached Cas and, with one slash, cut the ropes that bound his angel. He immediately pulled the gag out of Cas' mouth.

"C'mon, Cas," he said, pulling Cas up and noting the irony of him saving and supporting his angel as Cas had always done for him. His fury increased when he realised that the reason Cas was so weak was because the vampires had half-drained him of blood!

"Sam!" Dean called. "You got us a way out yet?"

"Uh, about that…" Sam said. Dean could have thrown something when he saw that a burly vampire had his arm wrapped around Sam's throat and was also restraining his arms.

"Fan-frigging-tastic," he muttered. "Why the hell are there so many vamps anyway? Don't you guys usually have ten per nest max?"

"You're right about that," a female voice said. Dean saw that it was the brunette vamp – the head of the nest – who was dressed in very tight jeans, a red crop top, a leather jacket and brown cowboy boots. Beside her was a man with floppy blond hair, wearing a white sweater tucked into blue jeans.

"But you see," the man said, "I'm Hayley's brother and we each have our own nests. And since you freaking hunters are always on our asses, we decided to join forces so that you would get off our asses!"

"Nicely put, Doug," Hayley snickered.

Dean felt a vampire grab Cas and he immediately tightened his grip on his angel but, to his horrified fury, Cas was ripped out of his grasp. Two vampires immediately grabbed him and he struggled furiously to get free and hack off the heads of the vamps who were roughly manhandling Cas and slowly cutting off Sam's air supply but they were too damn strong!

"Let him go, dammit!" Dean yelled at the vampire holding Cas.

"Take the giant one to the next room or something," Hayley said with a flick of her finger. "Have some fun with him. You deserve it."

Sam was dragged away, struggling furiously. The thought of a vampire having fun with his brother infuriated Dean and he fought to get free but failed.

"Now this one…" Hayley crossed over to Cas and trailed a long, slender finger down his neck. A semi-conscious Cas shuddered away from the touch. The sight broke Dean's heart, especially because Cas had been a super powerful angel of the Lord and now he was a half-unconscious vampire captive!

"Don't touch him, you bitch," Dean snarled. This was the wrong reaction; Hayley's eyes lit up.

"Doug!" she squealed delightedly. "I think – I think the Winchester loves this guy! I mean, I thought he was just a friend but that reaction…!"

Hayley turned to Dean and hooked a finger under his chin, forcing him to look into her evil hazel eyes. A moment later, Sam's pained yell sounded from the next room and Dean immediately growled, spat in Hayley's face and fought even harder to get free. Hissing, Hayley slapped Dean across the face. While he recovered, Hayley's smile returned and her mood shifted like a bipolar toddler.

"So tell me, Dean," she said conversationally. "Is he a friend? A brother? A – A boyfriend?"

Dean kept his mouth closed in a scowl, ignoring the metallic taste on his tongue from his split lip. Hayley shrugged.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, Hails," Doug said. "He loves the guy, you can tell. How about we have a bit of fun of our own?"

"Ooh, goodie!" Hayley said. "Jordan, Lana, show Mr Winchester to his seat, won't you? We wouldn't want him to miss all the fun!"

The vampires holding Dean forced him into another seat nearby. The female vamp held his hands behind his back with a strength that belied her stick figure, while the male tied them tightly.

"You ready, Dean?" Hayley said. "Then let's have some fun!"