Blood of Salvation by Boogermeister

Chapter 7- Beyond Redemption

Breathing in painful ragged breaths, Sam's head slumped close to his chest. It was hard to breathe... the tough leather choker around his neck was taut but it left very little space for his throat. It was the silver-alloyed chains that was also wrapped around his throat as well as around his abdomen and wrists and ankles, sapping away what little strength he had in himself. Pure silver would have burned his bare skin but mixed in with certain metals even a pureblood like himself couldn't break it apart.

But still... it hurt so bad. Strapped to an iron chair in a middle of a dark cell, Sam could barely keep his glowing eyes open. And he was so hungry... he was only fed a cup of old curdled blood by his tormentors once every several hours. And between those times, the chains would be replaced by actual silver and he would be left in excruciating agony, screaming in absolute pain until his voice died out. Why...? Why must he be punished like this?

And Dean... was he punished similar to this as, because of what both of them had done for the past several years? His older brother doesn't deserve something like this, all because he was simply trying to protect him. This was all his fault... he didn't mean to let his violent episodes get to him, going as far as even hurting Dean in some cases. Yet his brother stayed with him, making sure that the other purebloods couldn't find him. But he messed up anyway... being caught and locked away like this...

Just like their demented late grandmother...

As if on instinct, his already weak body tensed up in fear when he heard the heavy metal door creaking open, emitting in soft but bleak light. His tormentor might be checking up on him, to taunt him again of how broken and pitiful he was because of toxic his bloodline. But seconds later, he heard a rattling of chains but he was still afraid to look up, fearing that he was going to be hurt with silver again.

"... Oh... Oh, Sammy..." came a broken but familiar voice.

The fear inside Sam instantly went away and replaced with a shuddering shock. Very hesitantly, he looked up and let out a raspy gasp. No... this couldn't be real, the others must have messed with his already damaged mind for so long that it must be some kind of feverish dream.

"Sammy... i-it's me... I'm here..."

"De... D-Dean...?" he managed to wheeze out, taking in the sight before him as he hobbled up to him. Covered in grime and dirt and old blood, his older brother looked like he had been in a few street fights, with his clothes ripped and torn in some parts. Like a convict, he was shackled on his wrists and ankles with the same silver-alloyed chains. When he took a look at his smudge-covered face, Dean's expression was beyond remorse and grief. Even when his green-gold eyes were glowing, there was no life in them, after being tormented in some way.

"In the flesh, kid..." he croaked weakly, he wanted to smile but the horrific sight of his little brother was too much to bear. Blotches of dried blood stained at his already dirty face and matted hair. Under the alloyed chains, there were multiple amounts of burns on his fair skin from days of being tortured with silver. Without any fresh blood to feed on, he couldn't heal properly as Dean took a step closer.

"Wha... wh-why...?" Sam mumbled weakly. Dean couldn't answer at first, instead the corners of his tightly frowning mouth twitched as he fell to his knees before him. He breathed as heavily and as calmly as he could, as if holding it in what he has to say. But he couldn't, he must tell him, as he let out a quivering sigh.

"... I... I said yes..." he muttered so softly it was nearly inaudible.

"Wh-what...?" It hurt to speak but Sam's weary eyes spoke more as they widened in shock. Dean's expression became more grievous at that, not wanting to believe his own words as he shook his head. "Y-you... you said, yes...?" he gasped.

"I h-had to, Sammy... I saw it... I saw everything," he frowned grimly. "Every single day... those bastards showed me footages of you... taking a beating in one way or another."

"What...? H-how... when-"

"They got a fucking camera somewhere up there... and they showed it to me," Dean mumbled sadly. "Hitting you with silver while you're chained down... not feeding you enough blood. And when they do feed you, it's disgusting rancid shit..." His jaw muscles tightened as he snifled, trying to hold in what little amount of dignity he had left for himself. "That was what they tortured me with, Sam... They knew how I would fucking react to it, how I tried desperately to yank these chains on me in order to escape."

"But-"

"I know, but I wanted to get to you so badly..." he mumbled with a shake of his head. "But... they kicked my ass ten ways to Sunday also. Whenever I fought back, they would strike me with silver. Leaving me half-starved as I was forced to keep watching you being tortured... The ass-whooping on me, I can handle that, but to see you near death..."

Breathing shallowly, Sam watched him sniffling as his older brother stared back at him imploringly. It was always him, that was Dean's weakness. Almost all vampires were instinctively co-dependent with one another, almost like a nesting effect in their nature. So it would make sense to physically harm Sam more than him, since Dean was fiercely protective of his brother. "There was no other way, Sammy... I had to say yes to them..." he mumbled, shakily getting to his feet. "It was the only way I can save you..."

"B-but... that would mean..."

"Yeah..." Dean nodded numbly.

"They'll monitor us... W-waiting for a chance to take us down again," Sam rasped out. "W-we should've left this country or something-"

"We couldn't anyway... they know about Bobby and the others, there's no telling what they would've done to them..." Dean frowned grimly. "But, Sammy... I did it for you... They would have fucking kill you, and I would have to watch that." The chains on his wrists rattled as he reached to touch his face. The skin was cold and crusted with old blood. It was too much to bear to see his younger brother like this as he pulled his hand away.

"Wha- what're you doing...?" Sam gasped softly, when he noticed him biting into his own arm. The smell of Dean's blood caught him off-guard, his body mechanism instantly urging to lust after it as his fangs came out. "D-Dean..."

"Don't worry about me, baby brother... Here..." The blood from the wound dripped onto Sam's lips and Sam immediately bared his teeth as he let out a pleading growl. He had been hungry for far too long. "Take it, Sam- a-ahh...!" Dean gritted in pain when Sam latched onto his arm, slurping and gulping it down greedily as his weak body began to struggle under the chains.

Dean wasn't as debilitated as he was, but to offer blood like this when his older brother was barely able to stand wasn't hard to ignore. When he was about to sway, Sam sensed it and as much as he wanted to keep drinking, he pulled himself away with a strained growl. "You... you shouldn't have done that, Dean..." he panted raggedly.

"I don't care... Those fuckers know of your condition, about what you had done these past several years. That's why they kept leaving you high and dry," panted Dean. Sam glanced at him in grim realization, before hanging his head. "... It wasn't your fault, Sam, if that's what you're thinking..."

"... It is, Dean," he mumbled.

"No, I won't let you take the blame for this, for all of this..." Dean frowned sadly, kneeling down again. His hands grasped at his brother's slightly bigger one as he felt the hot tears stinging in his eyes. "I've covered everything up, just to keep you safe. That was my sin... I let it happen to you, yet I only care about looking after you. To keep you happy and everything."

"But... I wasn't happy with what I was becoming-"

"That's why I tried so hard, Sammy...!" he gritted his teeth. "That's why I'm taking everything in, that I wanted to go back to the way it was but I knew it wasn't possible! I still tried and I will continue trying! Can't you get that...?"

"... I've killed so many people, Dean... That shouldn't be your burden," Sam mumbled sadly.

"It is... Mom, she told me... she told me that it was my duty to look after you from the moment you were born," sniffled Dean. "Even Dad said the same thing, that asshole... Everything you've done, that's on me, Sammy. I'll take on the blame to myself no matter what. That's why they forced me into this offer, I can't do this without you..."

Dean breathed deeply and harshly, he couldn't stop the tears flowing down his dirt-covered cheeks as he shook his head in absolute remorse. "I'm... so sorry, Sammy... I failed, I fucked up," he muttered with his voice cracked bitterly. "I should've kept a better eye on you, I didn't mean for all of this to happen. I just... I dunno, I wish we didn't have this curse on us."

To see his brother broken like this, Sam felt as remorseful. His fingers ached when he moved them but he gripped his hands back. He wanted to get out of his chains and embraced him, not wanting him to take all the guilt and the pain he had given him for so many years. What good would this deal do for them if Dean will become nothing but a grunt on a tight leash...?

"... You... you should've killed me a long time ago, Dean," muttered Sam.

"And what would happen to me if I had done that...?" he sniffed. "Us vamps cannot live alone; I got no reason to keep on going if you're gone... I got no one, Sammy..."

"S-so... you would rather have both of us living damned than you trying to move on, finding someone to love...?" his brother questioned in a pitiful mumble.

"Tch, our bloodline and our family name- it's already fucking cursed... Who in their right mind would be with either of us?" Dean scoffed bitterly. "It will always be just us... there ain't no me if there ain't no you."

"Dean..."

"This... is the only way to keep you safe, Sammy..." mumbled Dean with another sniffle. "Where we're going... it'll be easy, not so many humans but plenty of wilderness. You won't go berserk so easily, I promise you that..."

"And if it doesn't work out for me, what then, Dean...?" frowned Sam, and Dean looked at him with narrowed but teary eyes as his own frown tightened.

"I'll still fucking protect you... I'll die trying fighting against them," he gritted. "But they cannot do anything about it anyway, because I agreed on this deal."

"And it's an impossible deal..."

"I don't care... at least I got you, little brother," he said, as if trying to convince himself. And he was... because deep down, he was still afraid of what could happen to them. They had been afraid of ending up like this... ever since Sam had admitted about his first human kill at the age of 22. That was why they ran away from home and from their domineering father who had warned Dean of his brother's violent powers.

That was when he was ordered to kill Sam to prevent further corruption to their already tainted family name, something he could never do. Following his father's commands was second nature to him ever since he was a child, yet his promise to his late mother was stronger when it came to Sam.

"... If Dad could see us, he'd be downright furious at what we've done..." muttered Sam.

"He'd be too drunk off his ass to be furious..." scoffed Dean. "Another reason why our bloodline's fucked..." Squeezing his brother's hand, he leaned against his lap as a few more tears managed to trickle down. "... I'm too stubborn to let you die, or to kill myself... We need to live, Sam, Mom would want us to live..."

"... I believe that, Dean..." Sam muttered honestly yet sadly, his breathing better now that the blood healed up his body a little. "We have to... stick together, no matter what..."

"Yeah..."

A loud booming crash erupted suddenly, jolting Dean out of his sleep. Sitting up, his widened glowing eyes darted around as he tried to catch his breath for a few seconds. "What the fuck was that...?!" he gasped. Another second later, his sharp hearing caught what sounded like rushing water outside. "Wha... what...?" Stumbling out of his bed, he moved to pull back the curtains. The window was sloshed down by heavy rainfall, it was hard to see outside but he caught the sight of a flashing light in the sky.

"So that what woke me up..." he grumbled, hearing a loud rumbling about five seconds later. "Shit..." He sat back onto his bed, checking the time on the phone and realized that it was almost three. It was daytime but it was about as dark as night because of the storm. He yawned and plopped himself into the ruffled sheets. There was no reason to stay awake now because of the rain-

"Ah! My baby...!" Dean realized in shock and jumped out of bed. "Shit, I forgot that I left her out...!" In a flash, the vampire rushed out of his room and down the stairs. In his haste, he didn't notice really Castiel when he passed by him to unlock and open the door.

The priest was greatly startled by the blur and nearly fell back, his widened blue eyes stared at the door left open. What was that about...? Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he looked and noticed the rain were pouring inside, quickly soaking the floor. He wondered who it was that rushed out of here but his good guess would be Dean. Trying to consider of whether or not to close the door, he was startled when the blur rushed back in and closed the door.

"Whew, I thought for sure I left my baby out in the rain..." Dean panted in relief. His entire body was soaked from the heavy rain, with mud stained all over his bare feet.

"Wh-what had just happened...?" muttered Castiel.

"Oh... forgot that you were there, Cas," Dean sighed after noticing him. "I thought I left my baby outside the garage, I was fixing her up the other night but I didn't remember putting her back in."

"You... mean your car," he frowned lightly.

"What else...? But it was better to be safe than sorry, Cas," he nodded, scratching through his wet hair. Sorry obviously wasn't in this vampire's vocabulary, as usual, as Castiel frowned at his now dirty state. "Huh, I expected Sam to be up and get mad at me for rushing out like that..." shrugged Dean.

"He'd be upset at you nonetheless, for leaving tracks..." muttered Castiel.

"Huh..." Dean looked down to notice his dirty feet but shrugged it off with a smirk. "Well... I can't really leave tracks if I go fast enough."

"Huh-" The priest flinched again when Dean rushed past him, before hearing the hard slamming of the bathroom door. He blinked and looked down, Dean still left tracks across the wooden floor, though barely as much as the vampire's toes were printed. He sighed deeply, going into the kitchen and sat by the table. The discomforting pain in his left shoulder shot up and he inhaled at that.

Dean had gone deeper into his muscles and drunk more of his blood. It hurt to the bones and he himself was out the moment he left the bathroom last night. As a matter of fact, he had just woken up almost an hour before the vampire's panicked awakening. But he still felt weak and sluggish, as he reached for the iron pills and gazed at the bottle. Today was Monday, so it would mean that Dean would feed on him tomorrow night.

And Dean teased him that he will bite him somewhere else, but he wasn't sure if that were to be true. But he doesn't wish to be bitten on the shoulder again. With a cup of water, he swallowed down the iron as well as the other vitamins. Maybe he might have to take more later on to replenish his body. Although he didn't really wish to do, not when his blood was going to get drunk again.

"Lord, give me the strength..." he sighed tiredly.

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Staying completely still in his bed, Sam heard his brother exclaiming about the Impala and rushing out of the house but he didn't bother to move. Gripping tightly on the bedsheets, his glowing partially opened eyes stared at the bookshelf as he breathed evenly. The rain outside sounded like a torrential waterfall... and he was glad for that. It would mean that the DNA of his saliva would be washed off that poor victim.

He couldn't believe himself... Two years of living in Montana with no problems, and now he broke his personal promise of not attacking and feeding on humans by himself. He had let his anger seep out from not drinking enough blood. And animal blood... it could fill him up but it wouldn't always satisfy him. That was why Dean often shared his victims with him, with the older brother making sure that he had enough.

But with Castiel around now, one of them had to stay behind for hours at a time. And for most of those times, it would be Sam. Not that he didn't really have a problem with the human... but his inner instincts were inching out little by little, and as much as he drank animal blood and alcohol, it was hard to temper it down without a taste of human blood once in a while.

If only Dean had noticed the signs, of how antsy he was starting to get. But concerns over Castiel were overwhelming so of course his older brother wouldn't know. He let out a harsh exhale. He could still taste the blood from that man, laced with some disgusting brand of beer but it was still good nonetheless. But... he let his other side come out, enjoying the sight of his victim pleading and begging for his life.

Humans like that thought themselves being tough and arrogant, and it was that attitude in which that would get them killed. And with the hunger that he had, Sam would have killed him when he tore into his throat. But he only stopped after taking about three or four gulps when Dean called him, breaking him out of his sociopathic trance. His phone buzzed several times but he didn't answer it.

He immediately became too afraid to do so after he let the man go. He was afraid that Dean might notice a guttural change in his voice if he had answered, that he had drunk some fresh blood that his brother knew it couldn't have been from animals. Without hesitation, he picked up the half-dead victim and rushed off to the forest. He was still fearful of being seen like this, if their followers were to know that he had done this, it would come right back to Dean as he dumped the limp body near a stream where he vigorously washed his face.

Sam didn't answer his phone again when it buzzed once more, he didn't need to but he knew that it was safe to go home. If he had come home half-hungry, he might have been tempted around Castiel. Just as he truly was when he had fixed the priest's shoulder the other day. He was convincing himself that he was fine then, but he was so close to it, he would have gotten a taste of it if he hadn't forgotten the trust Castiel had on him.

Breathing deeply, Sam slowly sat up. Even after that human blood he had drunk, he still felt shaky and unfocused, as if he was still apprehensive that Dean might find out sooner or later. It would only give his brother more grief to take on, and he wouldn't do that to him. Taking out of his broody musing, he heard footsteps coming close to his room and he frowned. No doubt that Dean will be coming in to talk to him.

"... Sammy, you awake in there?" came his brother's quiet voice with a knock on the closed door.

"Um... Yeah, I just woke up, from the storm and stuff..." he mumbled. But his voice was obviously heard, as Dean opened the door and stepped in. "You took a shower, huh? Of course, after tracking mud in the house..." he sighed.

"Hey, at least I was making sure that my baby's okay," nodded Dean, clad only in his boxers as he rubbed his damp hair with a towel. "Speaking of which... are you okay, Sam? I called you twice last night but you didn't answer right away. I thought something happened to you."

"... Not really, I was using the restroom while in town, sorry," sighed Sam.

"Taking a shit or something? Nah, I don't really wanna know," Dean shrugged, before he walked up to the bed. "... It's coming up again, huh?" he asked seriously and Sam frowned in defense. "I had a feeling... you were kinda getting there, like some diabetic needing his insulin."

"Well, I didn't wanna worry you, now that you got Cas," he muttered.

"Never mind the padre, Sammy. You should've brought it up sooner," he frowned as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "It's annoying... drinking too much human blood, not drinking enough of it, either way you get fucked up if I don't keep track of it."

"It's all right, Dean," sighed Sam as he scratched through his hair, his eyes glancing down to avoid his judging gaze. "I'm doing fine, it has only been about- what, a week since I last had some human blood? I've went on longer than that."

"Yeah, just before you go on a bloodthirsty rampage, Sam. That's why you need to drink some at least once in a while," frowned Dean.

"Yeah..." Sam mumbled almost unconvincingly. His older brother didn't seem to notice him being off, that he was feeling internally guilty that he had went behind his back and fed unsupervised. "But, Dean... we can't go out together twice a week without leaving Cas here, and with the blood bank thing-"

"Tch, excuses, excuses," Dean grumbled as he held out his wrist and presented it to Sam who blinked in surprise.

"Dean, what're you-"

"It'll hold you off until I can figure it out for you," he frowned at him. "Maybe, I dunno, we could call up Benny. He got his own black market shit that's not even in the vamps' protocols. Just hurry up and take it, Sammy..."

"Well... Fine..." By not taking it, Dean would get suspicious, he knew of it. Tentatively, he grabbed the hand and the forearm, as he exhaled with his sharp teeth coming out. He could see the prominent vein throbbing just underneath the skin and he growled. Even the taste of that human was pale in comparison, when he sank his teeth into the skin and felt his older brother's blood gushing out.

Dean inhaled quietly at the sharp pain, but his face stayed neutral. Keeping track on Sam's hunger was his number one priority, ever since his younger brother's powers were getting stronger. It was never this difficult when they were children. Before their true fangs can grow out, vampire children were fed blood by their parents and can manage better with human food before puberty hit. But with their father being absent half the time, Dean learned early on and let Sam drink his blood, pricking his fingers so he can suckle it.

But now it was nothing short of a ritual between the brothers, as Sam let out a content groan and let go of Dean's wrist. "Is it better now, Sam?" asked Dean.

"Yeah... I'm good now..." Sam sighed deeply, licking up the now healing wound before letting go of his arm. "But... you always know that it's just a temporary solution. Not even the blood of a pureblood is the best substitute for me."

"No, but it's good enough to hold off while I contact Benny," Dean muttered with a shrug and his brother frowned at that. "Don't make that bitch face, it's better than you munching on some sap without me around, right?"

"... Fine, you're right, Dean," muttered Sam with resignation. "So... how's Cas doing? Is he feeling all right after your super fun night?"

"Tch, he wanted to know if he was still considered missing in the news," he frowned. "More like demanded to know when I think about it..."

"What did you expect, Dean? It's the start of the second week since you kidnapped him." Feeling rather refreshed despite of the time of day, Sam got out of his bed. "You said that we were keeping him around until the possible panic in his hometown dies down. But with the blood bank still busted and you deciding to drink his blood, it's becoming more difficult," he sighed deeply as he sat by his desk and opened his laptop.

"Don't forget that the first reason we have him was that he couldn't be compelled," shrugged Dean. "And until we find that reason, he'll be stuck with us-"

"For how long, Dean?" Sam questioned him. "Changing our eating patterns, buying human food. Our followers will get suspicious with each night passes. And I don't think Cas would want to stay with us if this goes on to possibly a month or two."

"... Maybe by then, his hometown will think that he's dead, that'd be a good thing," sighed Dean.

"Why? So you can have him as your personal snack from now on?"

"It's not like that, Sam," the older vampire frowned, watching his brother typing and scanning over the news websites in record time. "I just thought that, well, he should get a new identity, a new life, should that happens."

"... What if he doesn't want that, Dean? What if he wishes to stay as a priest?" Sam muttered.

"Not possible... Our own laws are fucked up; if the other were to find out about him then it's game over," Dean huffed. "That's why it's better that he does something else when we let him go, Sam."

"If we let him go, if you get tired of him..." Sam pointed out. "But of course, that won't happen anytime soon, since he's now your walking lunchable." Dean clicked his tongue at his cheekiness but he was right. He enjoyed drinking Castiel's blood, of how pure and luscious the taste was on his tongue. Thinking about it, the next session was tomorrow night. Biting on Castiel's already wounded shoulder wouldn't be too good for the human.

But the thought of sinking his fang elsewhere on his body was tantalizing, to say the least. Maybe he should take him down a peg and sexually tease the awkward priest. It was fun the first couple of times, to see his face flustered and his skin beet-red with embarrassment. "Well... I'm going back to bed, I know when I'm not needed," he sighed as he was about to leave the room.

"I need you to clean those muddy tracks after rushing in and out of the cabin, jerk," frowned Sam, still focusing on his laptop.

"Tch... yeah, yeah, I'll get right to it," sighed Dean as he left the room. Sam waited until he heard his brother going into his bedroom, before clicking through local news sites. One caught his eyes and he clicked on it.

'Local Man Missing After Drunken Fight'

His frown tightened at that. Not much was mentioned as the story was brief, saying that this man- named Robert Kinnley- was seen arguing with his girlfriend before some unknown man stepped in. Sam sighed in disbelief. It wasn't even a fight as witnessed, he practically swatted him away like a fly. But this was still troublesome, no doubt that the humans over there might recognize him if this person remained missing and he could be a person of interest.

And Dean could find out about this as well... He clicked off the story and frowned, hearing the harsh rain splattering against the window. He didn't kill the man of drinking him dry, but he might as well have if the weather gave him pneumonia. However... oddly enough, the death of one more unknown human didn't really worry him, it was Dean's reaction to it that was more concerning. But... at least the hunger as well as the anger had shrunk down within himself, as he scratched through his hair.

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Feeling his loins stirring in anticipation, Dean took one more gulp before letting go of the victim's neck. A young college girl who thought to get lucky with him after doing shots with her girlfriends, although he was the lucky one at the moment. "Hmm... thanks a lot, sweetheart, I need a good meal," Dean growled softly, licking up the small wound he created.

The bite was shallow enough to pose as a hickey but just to make sure, he splashed it with a bottle of beer in his hand. "Ah... oww..." the bewitched girl winced slightly from the burning alcohol.

"Sorry, can't have my trademark known this way..." he smirked, licking his lips clean of her blood as he looked at her dulled out eyes. "Look, honey... you've gotten too tipsy and on a verge of puking out chunks, that will turn me off and I will leave you be," he muttered with his green-gold eyes glowing. "Got that, sweetheart...?"

"Uhh... y-yeah," mumbled the girl.

"Good... After you blow chunks, you go back to your friends and that's it..." Dean murmured before smirking. "Good-bye..." With that, he instantly moved away and hid in the shadows. He watched the girl that was standing there for a moment, before hunching over and retching out bile. He was glad that worked, compelling powers were practically limitless but the thing with Castiel was still a challenge.

He waited until the confused girl wobbled out of the alley for the bar and drank the rest of his beer. Her blood was good but he didn't want the taste of it linger for later tonight. Dean grinned to himself, his own body was reacting to the thought of pinning down Castiel and biting in places where he could mark the human as his. The glass bottle barely had a chance to shatter when he tossed it, before rushing out of the town.

Three counties later, he reached the cabin with a sense of excitement rushing down to his arousing crotch. Just as he was about to reach the door, it was suddenly opened and Sam stepped out. "Took you long enough, I had to go somewhere, Dean," frowned the tall vampire.

"Sorry, Sammy. Geez, where's the fire?" Dean sighed.

"Well... you don't want me to have company around Cas, right...?" Sam muttered, and his older brother's glee deflated instantly. "It was your suggestion, not mine, remember?" he frowned at him. "Besides, it's better not having Ruby here and get suspicious. We both know how nosy she is-"

"She's nosy because she's Lilith's lapdog," scoffed Dean but he shook his head. "You know what...? As long as she's not anywhere near here, that's fine. At least I got Cas all to myself for the night."

"When you say it like that, it sounds like you're going to fuck him," he frowned disapprovingly. That made Dean smirk a little as he shrugged.

"If he stops being such a prude, I might take up that offer," he grinned.

"Whatever... if you need me, I'll be in Idaho, I'm not going to be back until tomorrow evening," sighed Sam as he walked past him.

"Wait- Idaho...? Why out of state, Sammy?" he questioned out of mild concern.

"Ruby doesn't want to start trouble just by being in Montana, that's her suggestion," he nodded. Dean frowned at that; he didn't want his brother to go off to somewhere else with a girl like her. Not without a drink of human blood, as he let out a heavy sigh.

"... Fine, just don't go stalking after humans, Sam," he sighed. "If anything, ask some vamp over there to spare you a bag or something."

"Sure, Dean, I'll be careful," nodded Sam with a small reassuring smile. "I promise, tomorrow..." He ran off instantly, as Dean stepped into the cabin. He had expected Castiel to be awake and alert over the both of them to be alone. But... the priest didn't seem to notice him at all, as he was slumped in the couch resting his eyes. Of course Castiel would still feel tired from the last time Dean had fed on him, but the vampire knew that he should wake up now, as he stalked around the furniture and gazed at his vulnerable form.

Even with furrowed eyebrows, Castiel seemed rather peaceful. Days of not combing or brushing made his black-brown hair rather wild and tousled, however, as if he had delved into sinful decadence himself. The slightly parted light pink lips, though a bit chapped, looked pretty soft and kissable. Wanting to get a better look, Dean crouched down and stared at his face more closely.

With his sharper vision, he looked at how his chest rise and fall with the calm breathing. Even the sound of the human's heartbeats was soothing to hear for once. It was a force of habit for a vampire to stare, as Dean watched Castiel subconsciously propped a palm against his stubble-covered cheek but continued sleeping. He noticed how fair his skin was, close to the same tone as Sam's though he was slightly tanner. Dean then gazed at the pinkish scars at his neck and bit his bottom lip. He was still hungry, but seeing at how innocent and vulnerable the priest was far more amusing.

The slight fluttering of his eyelids caught Dean's attention but didn't move away. Instead, he waited with a slight smirk as Castiel groaned softly and rubbed his eyes. "Ahh... Wha- Lord in Heaven...!" the priest gasped in utter shock when he noticed Dean right in front of him. "Why in God's name were you staring at me like that...?!" he gasped sharply, gripping at his shirt with his heart thumping like crazy.

"I was waiting for your ass to wake up, Padre," grinned Dean.

"But- that is so unnecessary...! To look at me like that...!" Castiel scoffed in disbelief though the vampire chuckled as he stood up.

"Looking at you how, as food or as... something else, Padre?" he teased. Castiel frowned at him as he rubbed his eyes. He was still tired, though his shoulder was still aching. He didn't want to do this right now, but Dean was waiting rather patiently for him to get up. "Tick-tock... you can't really stall out, Cas," Dean sighed as he took his jacket off and tossed it onto the recliner. "The last time, I was giving you the benefit of a doubt and went slow on you. But I can't wait on you, so come on..."

Castiel frowned, he didn't wish to follow after him once the vampire went upstairs. He felt like he was chipping away his soul for doing this, but there was no other choice as he reluctantly got to his feet and moved for upstairs. By the time he reached the bedroom, he saw Dean already shirtless and pacing around before he was noticed.

"C'mon... If you just gonna stand there, I might get a little pissed off," he sighed. No threat was in his tone, but Castiel obeyed as he slowly walked up to the slightly taller man. The priest shuddered a little when the hands slipped underneath his T-shirt, the callous fingers grazing over the skin as the fabric was lifted up. "Calm down... it's getting rather annoying to hear your heart jumping like a fucking jackrabbit every single time," he sighed, taking the T-shirt off him.

"... What can you expect...? I cannot be completely calm about this unholy exchange between us..." frowned Castiel. Dean smirked lightly, his eyes gazed at the bandaged shoulder before gripping at his wrist.

"Well... if you were into the hard juice, it'd be easier to feed on your drunk ass," he rumbled. "Come on, get on the bed, Cas."

"I do not get why I should-" Castiel was abruptly shoved onto the messy nest of bedsheets and pillow. He didn't have a chance to react when Dean climbed onto the bed, the vampire's eyes glowed with eagerness before he pulled him into a sitting position.

"Don't wanna bite you in the shoulder again... I could damage the nerves too much," he muttered, rubbing the flustered priest's right shoulder. "And you'd be useless if I chomp on this one since this is your dominant arm... Guess that means I could go for the neck if I want to..."

"That'd be too noticeable if you've done that..." frowned Castiel, trying his hardest not to feel intimidated by how Dean caressing his thumb over his scarred neck.

"True, that's why I'm gonna bite you somewhere else..." With the sharp incisors out, Dean gazed around his upper body almost hungrily. Despite being stuck in this cabin and not stretching his legs, Castiel had a lithe but firm body, as he could feel the smaller biceps when he ran his hand down the arm. "Hmm, this will do," he grinned, grasping at his forearm and pressed his thumb against the pulse on his wrist.

"Ahh...! N-no, it'll still show-" he gasped.

"You sure about that, Cas...? I can find another area that you won't probably appreciate," smirked Dean. "Would you rather take that risk, or do you want me to nibble on your little wrist here?"

"Either way, you'll take a joy out of it, won't you...?" Castiel scoffed at him. Dean's smirk lessened a bit, before pinning him down on the mattress. The vampire inhaled on the clean scent as he then nuzzled into his throat, making Castiel squirm in protest once he felt the slimy tongue dragging over scarred skin. "Stop that...! What you're doing to me now is beyond immoral!" he winced.

"Padre, you've forgotten who you're dealing with..." growled Dean. "A bloodthirsty monster with a 500-paged list of sexual partners... Immorality's my fucking middle name, Cas, I thought I told you that already."

"Then you should not use me as your sick pleasure-"

"I'll use you in any way I please..." he rumbled, suddenly groping the priest's crotch through the slacks. Castiel gasped sharply in horror, reacting instantly by shoving at his chest though Dean was practically solid steel above him. "Tch, even touching you like this... no reaction at all?" growled Dean when he palmed the lax member much to Castiel's sheer revulsion.

"Don't! You've no shame for doing this to me...!" Castiel winced, his face flushing red with mortification as he pushed at him again.

"Shame? As if you priests are saints yourselves..." he growled.

"S-stop it, right now...!" the priest gritted, this time grabbing at Dean's hand that was groping him, digging his fingernails into rough skin. Dean's glowing eyes seemed to narrow at that, he didn't expect the priest to scratch at his hand. With a deep warning growl, he used his free hand to grab at his messy hair. "Ahh!" Castiel yelped out at the sharp tugging pain, his throat bared for the vampire's teeth to sink in.

But Dean didn't bother to, instead he kissed and sucked at the skin. This time, he was harsher, making the skin bruise deep red. Ignoring the pained whimpering from the human, he continued the lewd actions as he trailed his tongue around the clavicle.

"Just- Oh, Lord, just stop this...!" Castiel winced, his eyes stinging with warm tears from the painful tugging on his hair. "I get it! Y-you've already proven that I'm your hostage-"

"Oh, you're much more than that, Cas...!" growled Dean. "You're the most challenging guy I've met... And I gotta say, I actually like it when you fight back sometimes...!" His fangs nicked at the skin, and the blood welled in time to catch it on his tongue. "Oh fuck, your blood gets me so hard...!" he purred in delight.

"Y-you're sick...!"

"Am I?" Dean stared at his widened eyes and smirked before finally letting go of his hair. "I'm not lying about Sam not being able to do anything about this... What can he do about me feeling you up like this?" he growled, the crotch in his hand barely stirring compared to the arousing bulge in his constricting jeans.

"I-I'll... still tell him-" winced Castiel, but the glowing green-gold eyes practically pierced into his soul as Dean let out a low growl.

"Do it then... I dare you, Castiel..." he rumbled. The threatening way he said his full name shook him to the core. The vampire's hand that left his hair then traveled to his chest, feeling the erratic heartbeats under the left pectoral. "Enough foreplay for now... I found another way to get my fix." Much to Castiel's utter relief, Dean let go of his crotch but the hand moved to knead his right inner thigh. It was then his sharpened fingernails ripped into the fabric, revealing the smooth skin.

"Wha... what're you doing...?" Castiel gasped softly. Dean didn't answer to him as he moved downward, his body pinning against the priest's other leg before he held tightly to the exposed one. "S-stop it-" The sharp teeth pierced into the taut skin and he let out a choked gasp. The pain was much more intense, the nerves traveling throughout his entire leg as he shook it out of reflex. But Dean's hold on him was impervious as he gulped down the first mouthful of the priest's precious blood.

Dean didn't pay attention to the shuddering gasps from Castiel. He could feel the thigh muscles quivering, as if the human tried to wrestle away from his hold. "Oh God... No, stop it..." panted Castiel, almost into a sobbing manner. "P-please... This is... so wrong..."

Taking another gulp, Dean glanced up and blinked in surprise, realizing that the priest was attempting to cover the front of his slacks. Castiel couldn't get out of his hold, as he writhed and whined with his teary eyes tightly shut. So he can get aroused, Dean noted. Probably because of the nerves that were reacting to the pain. He mentally smirked, at least he finally got his body to respond in a way that the priest himself wouldn't wish for it to happen.

"Please, Lord... forgive me, I don't want this..." Castiel panted tearfully, feeling the nerves constantly shooting up to his loins as he shuddered. "This devil in disguise... trying to drive me into his dark and evil temptations... Please, protect my soul from this..."

"Hmm... if you're gonna keep praying, do it with your brain," growled Dean when he let go of the bloody wound. "I find that annoying, y'know..." Castiel winced in painful surprise when the teeth went back in. He whimpered and wanted to keep chanting to his god. But the morbid sensation he was receiving was getting too much to bear. He was getting aroused by this vampire sucking on his blood, and it was making him sick to the stomach.

So wrong... so sinful...

"P-please..." he murmured. With a short but satisfying growl, Dean let go this time, sucking and licking away the wound clean.

"Fuck...!" he panted with gratification. "There... that wasn't so hard, huh, Cas...?"

"You... you devil..." Castiel gritted softly, sniffling as he wiped away his tears. "Why must you torment me this way...?"

"Getting a raging boner is not torment, Cas, not unless you count those freaky people who's into S&M..." scoffed Dean as he got off the bed. Looking at Castiel, he noticed his flushed condition as the priest tried to steady his flustered breaths. The wound on his inner thigh wasn't so bad though there was some amount of blood stained on the khaki fabric. But he soon gazed at the front of the slacks and smirked slightly in smugness. "Then again... you're probably on the 'M' part, Cas. Maybe I found your weak spot..."

"You're insane...! I didn't truly enjoy it, it's nothing but a disgusting temptation you're trying to push upon me...!" scowled Castiel when he glared at him, only to hiss in pain when he tried to move his leg.

"I'm considered disgusting, Padre?" Dean questioned. Within a second, he was back on the bed, pinning down Castiel as he abruptly groped at his partially aroused groin. The priest winced and yelped out, this time his body was reacting against him, feeling a disturbing sensation in his lower stomach. "You've vowed to your god about chastity and all that shit. Yet you let a vampire- a guy no doubt, to make your dick act like this. Quit being such a good little boy scout, Cas... there's nothing wrong of feeling this way."

"It is wrong...! Your actions are nothing short of abominations towards me-" Castiel scowled at him.

"Then you'll just have to keep on enduring it..." Dean growled, his hold on the human's crotch tightened slightly and Castiel let out a choked gasp. "You're still missing to the public... as far as they're concerned, you're pretty much 'dead' considering the ass-load amount of forest surrounding the towns," he grunted, his glowing eyes narrowed at his stunned face. "That should be a good thing, maybe they'll forget about you soon..."

"S-stop that..."

"It's true, Cas... That's how humans are, that's how everybody are," he rumbled. "Once you're missing, they'll forget about you within weeks and move on with their fucking lives. Like they got more important things than just being concerned about one simple person that's not even their friend or family. And that's what you are, some small-town priest that they'll simply replace with another one after they 'prayed' for your safe return." He let go of him and got off the bed. "If you think that I'm wrong, then guess again... Who honestly cares about those who aren't important to them...?"

"Wha... What're you saying...?" winced Castiel, managing to sit up.

"... Just sit tight, I'll go grab the first aid," Dean muttered gruffly, as he walked out of his bedroom. Castiel frowned in disbelief, taking in deep pants as he shifted uncomfortably. Even as a partial arousal, he realized that it wasn't going down soon. He was so ashamed of himself... Mentally he didn't want that reaction yet his body betrayed him. And Dean was the one who did it, as he sniffled a couple of times.

"Please, God... I am so sorry, I didn't want for this to happen..." he mumbled, gingerly rubbing the injured thigh. "Forgive me, please... I am at the mercy of the Devil, so please protect my soul, as I am you Child..." He glanced up, noticing his surrounding for the first time now with the dull yellow light dimly filling up the bedroom.

He had seen Sam's room from spending that one night in there, appearing much like his office with more bookshelves. But here was rather messy in comparison, with piles of soiled clothes scattered over the floor. Behind him, there were stacks of old magazines on the dresser, with a couple of them leaning precariously against one another. Then he looked across the room, noticing a desk with a closed laptop that had scratches and dents all over the exterior. But... behind that laptop, there were a few framed photographs, no more than three.

Castiel blinked in slight surprise. It was hard to see due to the dimmed lighting, but they seemed to be... family pictures... It has to be, as he made out the outlines of a woman hugging a child in one small photo.

Was this... Dean and Sam's family? And the woman in the picture... was that their...?

He shuddered when Dean came back in, his face bordering on annoyance as he plopped himself onto the bed. "I can't believe this shit..." he grumbled, when the roll of gauze suddenly unraveled in his hands. Castiel flinched slightly when the vampire tore off the already ripped fabric of his slacks. He could hear his deep breathing as the stinging ointment rubbed over the tongue-cleaned wound.

"... It's ironic..." mumbled Castiel, catching Dean's attention.

"What is...?" he muttered.

"The reason I'm in this situation was because it was me who had treated the wound on your leg..." he frowned bitterly, not meeting his surprise-filled eyes.

"Shit, I didn't realize that," sighed Dean.

"Of course not..." he huffed quietly. Dean frowned at that, before wrapping the upper leg with the bandage. "... Can I go now, I wish to sleep off this pain..." muttered Castiel.

"If you can walk, then be my guest," frowned Dean. Now Castiel glanced at him, his eyes squinted slightly in confusion. Considering that he was bitten close to his nerves, it was obvious that he would be in pain if he were to try to take a step.

"... I'll take my chances," he frowned, getting off the bed. But he let a strained painful yelp as soon as he put his weight onto the right leg. Dean simply watched, not saying anything as the priest sucked in his breath before taking a step. "Aghh...!" he winced. The pain kept shooting up every few seconds, with the addition of the bloodloss that was making him wobble, as he let out a quivering breath.

"... Very stubborn, aren't you, Padre?" muttered Dean.

"As if you would care..." gritted Castiel, wincing when he took a few more steps.

"Fucking prick."

"Ahh-" Castiel was suddenly back onto the messy bed. His body nearly bounced before Dean pinned him down once more, his widened eyes staring in disbelief at the growling vampire. "What... why are you doing this...?" he gasped.

"Again and again, you like being a snarky little shit... and I'm getting sick of it," he growled lowly. "You're lucky that you're still alive, you're lucky that I'm being this lenient towards you. As a fucking priest, you should be glad that me and Sam haven't dare to do much worse to you."

"... You haven't done worse to me yet... Who knows how long I must be your prisoner, you selfish monster..." Castiel gritted softly. Dean huffed deeply, his sharp teeth bared as he grabbed around his jaw and leaned close to his face.

"Don't tempt me... Don't fucking tempt me..." he growled lowly. "You're stuck with me for a good 24 hours. So I expect you to play nice... Sammy ain't around to babysit you this time."

"... You're truly enjoying this, aren't you...?" huffed Castiel, his eyes ached from the dried tears as he glared at him. "I may be a Catholic... but it would make sense that death would be a better mercy than you toying around with me as your food for weeks to come..."

"Oh yeah...? Well, asking for a death wish is a coward's way out, Cas," Dean rumbled, his warm breath tainted with the priest's blood with his lips so close to the chapped ones. "Again... shut your fucking mouth and be grateful, or else I'll rip that tongue off and shove it right up your ass. Right after I take that stick outta there first, you understand me...?"

"What's there to understand-"

"I said, do you understand me...?" he gritted, as he suddenly groped at his crotch and Castiel winced by his tight grip.

"Ye... y-yes..." he winced. "I... understand..."

"Good..." With a deep huff, Dean let go of him and sat back. "You can't walk that off for now... So, you stay here and rest, no buts," he muttered, ignoring the shocked reaction on Castiel's face. He then roughly nudged him to the center of the bed before shutting off the light.

"Wha-"

"Shut up and go to sleep, okay...?" he grumbled. Castiel blinked in surprise when he heard a rough rustling of fabric in the complete darkness just before a heavy arm suddenly wrapped around him. The priest gasped when he felt the solid chest right against his back, not able to make sense of their skins touching so intimately like this.

"B-but-"

"Hey... Close your eyes and count some fucking sheep..." huffed Dean with an annoyed sigh. "Just ignore the boner in my boxers and just sleep... I may be a vamp, but I'm hitting the hay early. And don't ask why... I got my reasons."

Castiel didn't really want to ask why Dean was going to sleep early, as he was far more concerned as of why he was forced to lay in the same bed with him. He just blinked in the darkness, listening to the even breathing that was tickling at the nape of his neck. Tonight was nothing but a whirlwind of intense hostility on both sides, but Dean seemed more antagonistic about something else besides his religion.

As a matter of fact, Dean's moods shifted every time he would protest and argue with him. And earlier it seemed worse, with the vampire ranting about the ones not being important and not wanted in society. Something wasn't right... At first, Castiel thought the brothers were hiding out here simply to avoid suspicion from the human population. But was there something else that was making Dean this way?

The ache in his leg throbbed and was hard to ignore, but he reluctantly closed his eyes and sighed. Worrying about it too much wouldn't do anything for him right now, as he tried to go to sleep. Though it was truly hard to with this vampire snoring softly right now.

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With a deep pleasurable growl, Sam gulped down a mouthful of blood just as he climaxed. His clawed fingers gripped at the cheap motel bedsheets to the point of ripping when he felt Ruby reaching an orgasm herself. "Ahh! Damn...!" Sam growled deeply. "Ughh... Shit...!" he panted heatedly, hearing his girlfriend moaning softly as they soon relished in the aftermath.

"Damn, Sammy... you seemed rougher than usual..." Ruby laughed breathlessly. Sam scoffed in slight amusement before lapping at the healing wound on her shoulder.

"Quit calling me that, it sounds creepy after sex," he panted as he nuzzled into her damp hair. "Sorry... Just trying to make up for lost time, Ruby."

"Yeah, after that brother of yours kicked me out-"

"To be fair, I was the one who kicked you out... after that fiasco with Dean's human and Dean being pissed off at us over the couch incident." With a slight grunt, Sam pulled out and laid next to her and scratched through his hair. His sharp teeth retracted in time to kiss her lips, before letting out a deep sigh. "Again, sorry about the last time..."

"That's okay..." sighed Ruby. "Seriously, though... I've never thought that Dean would get a human to feed on. And you're okay with that, Sam?"

"It was... awkward at first, it still is," he frowned a little. "But the guy, he's okay to be around with. Reads a lot, though..."

"Hmm, sounds boring," muttered Ruby and Sam frowned awkwardly.

"I read a lot, Ruby," he replied.

"Yeah, but that's you. You're a good bookworm for a pureblood vamp," she smiled at him. "Well, someone has to... that brother of yours got an IQ of a clam. Why can't the others elected you as a state leader, Sam?"

"... It's not a secret, Ruby, you know that..." sighed Sam. "I'm considered... 'unstable' in their opinions, the part of the reason they chose Dean over me is to have me monitored."

"And yet you're not being monitored right now, considering you've crossed the state line just for a simple booty call," his girlfriend joked before getting out of the bed. Sam merely hummed a dismissive sound and buried his face into the starchy pillow.

"Same goes for you... You sure that Lilith doesn't mind of you leaving Maryland for this overnight trip of ours?" he mumbled.

"She knows I'm with you, that's my excuse..."

"Uh-huhh..."

"Well, if it was any other guy, she wouldn't let me leave her side," Ruby said. Sam lifted his head up just a little, hearing the sound of shower in the small bathroom. His hazel-green eyes glanced over to a chair nearby where he left his clothes. Staring at his jeans where he left his phone in his pocket, he wondered if he should call Dean. It was nearly dawn so his brother might be sleeping at the moment.

It felt a little odd to be this far apart from Dean even though he was only several dozen miles away from home. The last time he had been apart from his family... was when he went to Stanford years ago, although his father was less than pleased about the separation. Not because of the co-dependent behaviors among the vampires, but because of his budding condition that had already caused the family trouble.

He knew then that Dean kept checking on him on a monthly basis- on their father's orders, but there was no violent episodes for those few years... Much like how he was 'sober' when living in Montana for the past two years. He had missed those days in the college life... He had felt truly normal then, acting as a human and trying not to bring attention to himself.

The faculty didn't mind him wearing sunglasses in class and around campus, thinking he had vision problems, as he was a straight-A student with a high grade point average. Whenever Dean would come to visit, he would often get teased for 'staying up late' in daylight but deep down he knew his older brother was proud of his academic success. Someone had to, only Dean would come by and visit him while he often get phone calls and monetary gifts by Bobby.

But his father... the first time he had spoken to him since going into college... was when he had done the unimaginable and had to call Dean for help. That very first sin his older brother made himself take, when he was told without hesitation that Sam must die. The very same sin that started all of this...

"... Sam, you've been quiet, what're you thinking about?" Ruby asked when she got out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her petite body.

"Hmm... what was I thinking about?" mused Sam as he reclined on his back. "I guess random stuff... mostly Dean. There's a good chance that he might be doing something stupid without me around."

"Like fucking his human donor or something?" Ruby smirked a little and the tall vampire made a slight face at that.

"Ew, I hope not," he sighed.

"Why? Because you get to take a sample out of him, right...?" she asked when she glanced at him. But she frowned a bit when Sam merely shook his head. "Wait, you don't...? Then what's the point of having him around if you don't-"

"I'm not interested of feeding off him, Ruby, that's all," sighed Sam.

"Why, because your brother won't let you?" she frowned.

"It's not that... It feels awkward when the guy's just there to begin with," he shrugged. "It's rather different from me and Dean feeding on complete strangers in random towns."

"Well then, why not do it by yourself? You're a big boy, Sam, you can't always be watched like a messy child at the dinner table," Ruby clicked her tongue as she put on her clothes.

"Heh, that's good to know..." he scoffed softly.

"Hm, what's that...?"

"... Listen, Ruby, promise that you won't tell Dean or Lilith about this, okay? Of what I'm about to say," he muttered when he glanced at her and Ruby blinked in slight surprise.

"As if I'd say anything to that asshole," she frowned. "What do you have to say, Sam? Is it something bad...?"

"More or less... I did... feed on a guy a couple nights back... without Dean knowing it," he sighed deeply. Blinking at that, Ruby sat next to him and stared at his slightly awkward expression.

"Huh... Guess that explains that aggression a while ago. You even got me pretty deep," she shrugged, touching her shoulder that was already healed from his bite. "Maybe that, and the fact you're trying to make up for the last time we tried to hook up."

"Ruby... I'm being serious here," he frowned a little. "This guy, he was drunk and was manhandling his girlfriend. I got pissed off- mostly from not drinking enough blood, so I cornered him and... well, I got a taste of the good stuff without Dean hovering over me."

"I see..." Ruby cuddled against his chest and smiled lightly. "It must've been fun to attack someone like that-"

"It wasn't fun, I nearly lost it and if Dean hadn't tried to call me, I would've..." frowned Sam before letting out a deep sigh. "A death of a human would've been known considering the population in Montana, if it was a vampire attack. And my brother would've been notified about it. I'm lucky if that guy's still alive over there, or else I'm in trouble. So let's drop it for now, okay...?"

"I could... but you seemed to forget about the things you did before coming to Montana, huh?" sighed Ruby, lazily trailing her finger over his tattoo.

"I want to... I wish to..."

"... You purebloods get to do anything and everything, including killing humans," she pointed out. "Lilith's no different than you, you'd be surprised about how many human workers she had to 'let go' because of their incompetence."

"No, Ruby, I've hurt and killed people, plenty of them didn't really deserve it," muttered Sam with a shake of his head. "You know... I don't know why I mentioned it in the first place, Ruby. I knew it would bring up bad memories."

"How bad could it have been, Sammy...?" she murmured, ignoring his annoyed reaction to the nickname. "There have been a few times that we went out and snacked on those stupid humans-"

"And in those times, Dean was there to stop it before it would get worse," he frowned. Ruby scoffed, reaching up to twirl her fingers into his chestnut colored locks.

"I don't get why he blamed me for those times, when you've been doing this since forever," she said. "Is it because I'm from the lowest class of the vampires- a kid of turned humans, not even an ounce of a pureblooded heritage?" Sam said nothing, his large hands trailed down to settle at her waist. "... No, that's not it. I'm just a 'bad' influence on you, huh? You got that boy-next-door personality about you, while I was raised on the wrong side of the track. That's probably why Dean hates me so much..."

"Hate is a pretty strong word, Ruby, Dean simply dislikes you for being... a subordinate for Lilith," he muttered. "After all, she was there when we were, you know... Dean knew that she was in on our imprisonment, after all it was one of her underlings that taunted and tortured him."

"Right, I forgot, sorry about that..." Ruby nodded before glancing up at him. "But... are you sure that's the true reason your brother dislikes me...? You remember when we last broke up, Sam?"

"Yeah, sure... over a year before our capture..."

"But... do you remember why, right...?" she questioned, her other hand gripped at his own. Sam inhaled at that meaning, his jaw muscles tightened as he tried not to think about that bad memory and shook his head.

"Sun's already up... I'm tired, I'm going to sleep..." he mumbled, as she shrugged her off. Ruby frowned at his dismissive tone but said nothing while Sam laid down with his back turned to her. But Sam wasn't really tired but he didn't wish to keep talking any more, as he closed his eyes.

"So... we're not gonna discuss that one, huh...?" she muttered quietly.

"That very reason why we had broken up in the first place, Ruby..." Sam muttered.

"Great..." Ruby sighed as she got off the bed. "Well... I'm going out for breakfast- and I mean actual food. I'll be back in a while."

"..." Sam waited until he heard the door opening than closing, but he didn't move. He let out a deep huff... For the past several years, there had been far more bad memories than good since his very first kill. Back then... he had it all under control, drinking animal blood and coffee drinks as substitutes with little need for human blood when he was in college. He was happy to feel normal... to be away from his authoritarian father.

To be able to be in love with... a human. And that human girl... was the reason why he had descended into madness... All because she was murdered, the moment he was away from her. Sam opened one eye, staring at the ugly paisley-printed wallpaper, and sighed tiredly. Sometimes... he wondered why he was still alive after what he had done... only to be reminded that he got an idiot of an older brother to go home to. No doubt that the cabin would be in shambles in the manner of hours in his absence.

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