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Warning: Sexual content in this chapter

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Chapter 12: The Ticking Clock and The One Brave Enough To Stop It

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The ceiling slowing swam back into focus, the elegant, swirling decor clearing as Sam rapidly blinked his eyes and gasped in a breath to his thoroughly winded lungs. Sam let out a small, strained groan as someone chuckled warmly up above him.

" You okay there Samuel?" Gordon Walker asked as he stood over the young mortal, who was currently laying eagle spread and winded on top of a simple black gym mat.

Still having not caught the breath that had been knocked out of him, Sam could only nod. Gordon's smile widened as he held out a hand for the young man to take. Today marked the second week since Sam had officially started training with Gordon, the head of the Winchester Coven's security. The pair were currently in one of the manor's spacious training rooms, dressed casually in workout clothes. Sam had donned a black muscle shirt and gray sweatpants while Gordon was in a white tank-top and black sweats. As Gordon helped his newest pupil to his feet, the seasoned veteran had to hand it to the kid, Sam was holding his own even though his experience was nearly non-existent, save for the few bar brawls he had helped break up back in his old life in Seattle.

" Just catch your breath and shake it of, you did good though." Gordon said in assurance. He had after all just demonstrated a full body throw onto the mat, easily tossing Sam with all his 6 foot 4 inches over his shoulder using the young man's own momentum to send Sam flying.

Sam nodded wordlessly still and took in several deep breathes before he turned to Gordon and spoke.

" This is still just the basic stuff?" He asked breathily, sending his teacher a skeptical look to which Gordon simply chuckled and nodded.

" Yeah kiddo, always have to start with a good foundation before you do anything else."

Sam nodded and then grinned brightly.

" Then let's go again." He said as he readied the stance Gordon had taught during his first week. Gordon simply smiled. He knew there was a reason he liked this kid from the start.

As he and Sam faced off again, Gordon felt a momentary spike of anger. The senior vampire had been informed of Sam's hellish circumstances regarding his family life before he was brought to the coven. Gordon had been thoroughly disgusted, and had wanted to go spill the blood of those responsible, but instead Gordon had taken to his task of training Sam with all seriousness. John and Dean had tasked him with getting Sam into top shape, and also helping out with building up the boy's confidence, and Gordon had made as solemn vow that he would make a fighter out of the former bartender and soon to be future co-ruler of the coven. Kid was already a survivor to say the least.

As Sam and Gordon squared off again, this time with Gordon going slow as he demonstrated where Sam was to position is body and place his hand, a pair of deep green eyes stared at them with quiet warmth from high up. From where he stood leaning against the railing of the upper-level indoor track that ran around the entire diameter of the training room, Dean Winchester felt smile tug at the corner of his lips as he discreetly watched his future blood-bond train.

Dead still couldn't believe that a full five months had passed since he had found Sam and brought him home to the coven. In that time Sam had basically found a place in every single eternal and still mortal heart that resided in the manor, simply by being the quiet, gentle giant that he was. While the shyness was still there, over the last few weeks Sam had slowly started coming out of his shell more and more, his bright grin coming easier and easier. Dean still felt a sharp spike of hot rage whenever his mind turned to the monsters that had nearly robbed Sam of his smile. If Dean had his way, he would have gone to Lawrence, hunted down Sam's horrid family, and ripped them to shreds with his bare hands. But, he wouldn't have feasted on their blood, because they revolted him enough to where he would not touch a single drop. However, Dean did not act on this urge, he took some small comfort in knowing that his father, John, had dispatched some of the Coven's covert operators to keep tabs on the Colters twenty-four seven. The time for retribution would come, and John had assured him that it would be Sam himself who would ensure those wretched beasts he had had the misfortune of having to call his family, got what they deserved.

Dean quickly shook himself free of his vengeful thoughts and instead focused his attentions back to the training floor below him. Dean felt his smile from before return and widen as he watched Sam, with all of his gargantuan size, pick Gordon clean off the floor, but seeing as to how he was only just learning the throw Gordon had demonstrated, Sam held the seasoned Vampire braced against his shoulders. It was equal parts amazing to see the strength Sam already possessed, and also funny as hell seeing Gordon, known for his stoicism and seriousness, balanced precariously on the shoulders of the Coven's still mortal future co-ruler.

" Alright Sam, you got the lift part down, but now we gotta work on the full body twist." Gordon said, a small smile curving the corner of his lips as Sam set him firmly back on the ground.

A few moments later found Sam flying through the air and landing on his back again as Gordon demonstrated the body-twist part of the throw. If Dean had had his way, he would have been content to simply stand there all day and watch Sam learn and gain strength, but a warm and familiar hand gently settling over his shoulder had the Vampire Prince turning to meet his father's warm brown eyes.

" He's learning fast." John Winchester said with a smile as he gazed down at Sam.

" Yeah, he's holding his own." Dean said, returning his father's smile. But the smiles on both vampires's faces quickly faded. John's face took on a look of quiet concern as he let go of Dean's shoulder, only to cup the side of his son's neck as he spoke.

" You been feeding more like me and Doc told you?" He asked solemnly.

Dean ducked his head and nodded mutely before he looked back up and sent his father a sad smile as he spoke.

" It's okay dad, I can hang on for a while yet, the extra blood is helping." John nodded at this before he shook his head sadly.

" You should tell Sam what's going on Dean. You remember how when me and Cas were still unbonded he would let me take a little from him. If you would just ask Sam-" John's tone was gentle, not stern, but Dean was shaking his head and meeting his father's gaze with determination burning in his green eyes.

" I won't, not yet. He's already got enough going on, been through more than anyone should. I'm not gonna pile this onto his shoulders too. The extra feeding is keeping me going, it will keep me going. It will only be when he's ready Dad. Sammy comes first."

John sighed and nodded his head in acceptance. Then in an unexpected move, he easily yanked Dean forward into a tight hug.

Dean held himself firm, wanting to be stoic, they were Winchesters after all, but within a few seconds the younger vampire was melting into his father's embrace, hugging John back just as tightly, allowing his own worry to show on his face against his father's shoulder.

Dean may have been immortal, but the clock was ticking against him. Slowly but surely, Dean's vampiric strength was leaving him. It was an affliction that many vampires faced, the wasting away that came with having an unturned mate, and therefore an unfinished blood-bond. Because the blood-bond was incomplete, Dean's body was weakening, like water eroding away rock. Dean was compensating this by increasing his feeding, going from drinking a couple of glasses of blood a month to drinking four glasses nearly everyday days to keep the weakening at bay. Dean knew that soon the increased feedings would not be enough, that if he and Sam didn't bond soon, he would be in a world of trouble. Like whither away, end up a pile of ash, no more Dean kind of trouble.

Dean finally drew away from John and sent his father what he hoped was a reassuring smile before he spoke.

" Sam's holding his own against Gordy, used to be he wouldn't have been able to even face the guy."

John knew it was a change the subject tactic and went along with it, turning his gaze down to the training floor.

" Yeah, he's coming into his own, slowly but surely." John agreed, his smiling widening as he and Dean watched Sam complete the throw, combing lift and twist to throw Gordon over his shoulder and onto the mat with a low thud.

Gordon lay stunned for about a second before he was springing to his feet and just about full on tackling Sam into a bear hug. Sam's easy and full laughter mingled with Gordon's yells of praise for executing a serviceable throw. Sam was still a novice, and would need more practice with this move, and the others that he was learning, but if one thing was clear, Sam was well on his way.

Dean and John settled in to watch Sam train some more, all the while feeling the dark cloud that loomed in the back ground.

A couple of hours later...

Dean had to bit back a smile as he watched Sam dig in to the pastrami and provolone sandwich Ellen had made for him. The pair were currently sitting at Ellen's kitchen counter, opting to have lunch together in the main kitchen instead of out in the communal area with everyone else. Ellen of course had gone into full mom mode, taking great joy in presenting both of her boys with plates piled high. In the months since Sam had arrived, Ellen had made it her personal mission to basically stuff Sam every single chance she got. And if she happened to do the same to Dean, well the Vampire Prince was not complaining. Ellen was quite aware of what the real situation was with Dean, and piling his plate was her way of helping Dean keep his strength up.

" You're amazing Ellen." Sam said with an admiring grin, to which Ellen simply snorted and replied.

" I sure am, and don't none of you forget it." Dean found himself grinning at the Coven's unofficial den mother's sassiness before he turned his deep green eyes to the young man sitting across from him.

Dean felt an ache settled in the center of his chest as he beheld Sam. When he had first arrived, Sam was more skin and bones despite his tall frame, and he always hunched over a little to hide his size and maybe subconsciously come across as inconspicuous as possible. He was striking back then, but now it took all Dean had not to just act on his instincts. Sam stood tall now, he owned his height. Between Ellen's meals and Gordon's training, Sam's shoulders had broadened, and he had packed on more muscle to his lean frame. The bartender from Seattle was slowly fading away, a quiet, confident, and strong young man taking his place.

Dean turned his gaze away and focused on his own plate piled high with two large medium-rare burgers and fries. If Sam notices that Dean was eating twice as much as he normally did, even for him, the mortal didn't say anything. The pair ate together, bantering and simply enjoying each other's company. After the initial intimacy between them, Dean had understandably backed off. The pair were taking things slow, getting to know each other and getting to the point where they could call each other friend first. As it turned out, being friends came easily to them. Sure, there was this electric tension between them, but once that was put on the back burner, Sam just liked Dean for being Dean, this funny, sarcastic, yet pure man who loved food and playing video games all day. But as he ate, Sam couldn't help but notice that there was something about Dean now that could only be described as dimming, like a flame slowly sputtering and flickering, there was a tiredness to the vampire's face that hadn't been there before, that Sam didn't think was even possible since Dean was who he was, being a vampire and all. Something in his gut was telling Sam that things were off. As he ate his sandwich, Sam made up his mind that he would get to the bottom of things.

The pair finished their quiet lunch together, Ellen insisting that they take some of her famous chocolate brownies with them as they left. No sooner had Dean and Sam left the kitchens, they were almost literally pounced on by the likes of Jo and her group of youngsters. Sam grinned as Kevin Tran, a young man who had been turned just a month before Sam had arrived excitedly showed him the newest translations he'd finished, with Andy Gallagher and Garth Fitzgerald looking on, while Dean found himself good-naturedly rolling his eyes as Jo, Ava Wilson, and Bela Talbot had him in a circle asking him when he was going to take them shopping in the city again. Sam and Dean were soon whisked away to one of the many rec rooms within the manor, the other vampires congregating around them as Dean happily accepted a challenge by Garth to a round of Mortal Kombat. Another one of the things Sam was pleasantly surprised by was just how normal everyone at the coven was. Andy, Garth, and Kevin had decades, even centuries on him, and yet they were like Dean's little brothers, who had quickly become his little brothers in a way, doing regular stuff like video games and watching sports, especially on the big flat screens that were hanging all over the gigantic mansion.

Jo, Ava, and Bela were sisters in the same sense, making fun of him and Dean in good natured fun, giving Sam reassurances about life at the Coven, even helpful pointers on fashion, just adding a womanly touch to Sam's life. It was a little weird, but definitely not unpleasant, this feeling of having people around him who cared, and were interested, and most definitely not judgmental at all. Sam was still getting used to it, but it was nice really.

Sam quickly shook himself of his contemplations and focused instead on seeing who would win, Dean as Sub-Zero, or Garth as Quan Chi. Several hours were spent in this manner, Dean winning the first round, and then Kevin and Sam taking over and battling it out. They all only left when Cas came in with a smile and informed them that it would soon be time for dinner so they should all go and freshen up. With one stern look Cas had them all scurrying out of the room in various directions to go and do as they were told.

Dean chuckled as he and Sam filed into the elevator that would take them up to their floor.

" Dude you just got your ass handed to you." Dean said with a smirk.

" Yeah well, Kevin's got the unfair advantage of vampire speed, I mean did you see how fast his fingers were moving on the controller?" Sam shot back with a grin of his own.

" Yeah yeah, go an pull the 'I'm still a mere mortal' card." Dean said sarcastically as the door to the elevator opened with a soft chime and they both got out. Walking side by side, the pair made their way down the open corridor, the three grand chandeliers glittering as they passed.

" See you in a few Sammy." Dean said as he reached the door to his room.

" It's Sam, Jerk." Sam retorted without any heat.

" Sammy, Bitch." Dean shot back, smiling as he heard Sam's laugh before the young mortal ducked into his room.

Once Sam was gone, Dean all but dove into his room, making sure not to slam the door before he all but hurled himself across the room to the far wall. He all but slammed his fist against the small panel that was situated beside a regular looking painting forest scape. With a small chime the painting slid down to reveal a small hidden metal fridge door. Dean pulled this door open by the handle and pulled out one of the items it contain, a medical blood bag filled with rich looking red liquid. Biting back a groan and feeling his teeth shift and elongate, Dean promptly sank his teeth into the bag, his fangs easily piercing the plastic as he drank deeply. Dean's green eyes bleached to pure white as he fed ravenously, draining the bag in a matter of seconds before reaching in and taking out another and repeating the process.

After he drained the second bag, Dean let out a shaky breath and felt his teeth retract while his eyes shifted back to green.

" Damn." Dean whispered as he wiped a trembling hand across his blood stained mouth.

As he calmed down, Dean felt relief course through his entire body as the blood he had consumed quenched the dull, searing ache that had settled in his gut and quieted the base instincts of his nature that had been screaming at him to tear everything apart, to rip the door to Sam's room off its hinges and get to his blood-bond in the next room and taste the blood he had been yearning for for five whole months. Swallowing thickly, Dean stood up straight and composed himself before he ducked into the bathroom to splash some cold water onto his face and then get ready for dinner.

He changed clothes, opting for a pair of dark jeans and a simple dark gray t-shirt with a black button up shirt over it. Once he was done he gave himself a final once over before he headed out. He stood before Sam's door and gave it a knock.

" Hey you ready yet Sam?" He asked, and after a beat of silence the door before him opened to reveal Sam.

The mortal was dressed simply, in a pair of faded blue-jeans and a green and black flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Sam smiled brightly at Dean and damn it if that didn't make Dean's incisors tingle for a split second. Dean ignored the feeling and instead smiled back as his intended mate before he gestured for them to head downstairs.

Unlike the grand dinner that had been thrown in Sam's honor on his first night at the coven, tonight was a regular night so instead of the grand dining room, everyone was congregating in the crystalline hallway where they usually had breakfast in the morning, lounging around the area while Ellen and her staff had set up a delicious buffet.

Sam and Dean piled their plates high and mingled as they ate. But as they were surrounded by the warm atmosphere and enjoying the delicious food, Sam very quietly observed how John, Cas, Bobby, and Gordon were all subtly trying to get Dean to eat just a little more than usual. If there was on thing that could be said about Sam, it was that even before his arrival here at the Coven, he could be stealthy when the need arose. Over the last couple of weeks Sam had observed numerous instances involving Dean that drew his concern. Once or twice while he and Dean where spending time together, Dean would get really pale al of a sudden and then quietly excuse himself, disappearing for a good ten or fifteen minutes before he'd come back looking like his normal self again. One of the first things he got to know about Dean was that he really did love food, but now it seemed like everyone was trying to fatten Dean up even more than usual. If it wasn't at meal time, someone was always there providing snack after snack, and the most telling thing was that Dean never turned down any of it. On top of that, Sam was well aware of the concern in the eyes of all of the elders, even though they were all trying to be subtle about it.

As Sam cut into his piece of grilled chicken with lemon butter sauce, he knew that there was something serious going on with Dean, and that he would get to the bottom of it. For now though, Sam focused on enjoying dinner with the rest of the family and just being close Dean.

About an hour later just about everyone had finished dinner and headed off in the various directions to spend the rest of the evening how they pleased. Sam took up Kevin's offer for a rematch, much to the joy of Garth, Andy, and Dean as well so they all headed back to the entertainment room from earlier. Everyone was enjoying themselves and the video game, but about half and hour in, while Andy and Garth were going at it and the rest were watching the epic mortal kombat battle unfold, Sam, who had been sitting next to Dean watched as the vampire's face suddenly begin to turn a sickly pale pallor yet again. Sam kept calm and pretended to be focused on the video game battle in front of him while Dean got up without saying a word and quietly ducking out of the room.

Sam slowly counted to ten in his head before he quietly told his friends that he was gonna turn in for the night. While there were grumbles of disappointment and questions as to where Dean went off to, Sam smoothly assured them that Dean decided to turn in for the night too and hadn't wanted to distract from the game before he took his leave.

With his heart pounding, Sam made quick work of getting to the elevator and up to his and Dean's floor. With his mind wondering about just what the hell was going on with Dean, Sam thought better of simply going and pounding on Dean's door. Instead, Sam swiftly ducked into his own room and shut the door. Feeling his heart pounding like a drum almost clear out of his chest, Sam made a B-line for the door that connected his room to Dean's. Deciding to throw caution to the wind now that he had made it this far, Sam grabbed the handle and twisted, feeling elated to find that the door had not been locked. With a shove, Sam pushed the door away and stepped across the threshold into Dean's room.

The moment his eyes actually fell on the vampire in question, Sam stopped dead in his tracks with a gasp, his eyes wide.

There by the wall where the large painting hung was Dean, still looking deathly pale, with a bag of deep crimson blood in his hands, which were shaking violently. Along with the paleness to his face, Dean's once vibrant green eyes had bleached to a dull gray. In addition, his cheeks had begun to sink in for some reason. The only way to describe it was that Dean looked starved, completely, and utterly starved. With a shaky breath, Sam took a step forward, his initial shod quickly replaced with concern.

" Dean?"

As Sam took another step closer Dean's face morphed into a snarl as he bared his wicked looking fangs as he growled.

" Just get out of here Sam, don't you dare come any closer!"

Sam felt a cold chill run though him at the way Dean sounded, so inhuman and enraged. A part of him would have liked nothing more than to turn tale and run like Dean demanded, but Sam quickly quashed the notion. Something was wrong with Dean and Sam was going to get answers. Squaring his shoulders and steadying his nerve Sam hardened his gaze and shook his head.

" No way, not until you tell me what the hell is going on with you Dean, you've been off for weeks."

With another angry snarl, Dean turned away slightly and brought the blood bad he was holding up to his lips. Sam watched in slightly horrified fascination as Dean promptly sank his large fangs into the back and drained the thing dry in a matter of seconds. There was an immediate improvement to Dean's pallor, the fullness returned to his cheeks, and his canines retracted from fangs back into human teeth, but his eyes remained that horrible dull gray instead of the brilliant white they were supposed to be. With a noise of annoyance and disgust, Dean tossed the employ blood bag in the general direction of the trashcan by the door to Dean's bathroom before he turned back to face Sam with a muted glare.

" I was just hungry Sammy, that's all, I'm fine now, you didn't have to barge in here like you did."

To this Sam just shook his head and stepped forward, meeting Dean's otherworldly gaze head on.

" No Dean you are not alright. I see the way John and Cas and the others all look at you, how they've been trying to get you to eat more, and how you suddenly lose all the color in your face and have to leave. Something is wrong and you are going to tell me what it is damn it."

Sam watched as some of the anger left Dean's face, something that suspiciously looked like guilt and nervousness replacing it. The vampire shook his head and started to step past Sam but the mortal was having none of it. Sam reached out and grabbed Dean's arm, gently but firmly, halting the vampire. Sam knew full well that Dean could toss him across the room with one hand, he was a centuries old vampire after all. At this point Sam just wanted answers.

" Enough Dean, just tell me what's wrong." Sam said quietly, his own anger ebbing into sadness as he pulled at Dean's arm and made the vampire prince face him fully before he reached up and cupped one of Dean's cheeks. Dean's entire expression turned into a look of quiet shock at the gesture, but within seconds Dean was letting out a small sigh and leaning into Sam's touch at the mortal spoke.

" I have been you Dean, and after what I just saw I know that something just isn't right with this, with any of this. I am your blood bond, and I deserve to know what the hell is happening to you. So just please, tell me because I want to help you." Sam said softly, his throat constricting painfully.

Dean closed his eyes against the powerful wave of emotions that rose up inside him before he opened them back up and met Sam's pleading hazel green eyes as he spoke.

" Sammy I-" Dean began before he drew away from Sam with a heavy sigh and stepped away, making his way over to his bed where he all but collapsed and hung his head.

Sam stepped closer and came to stand before Dean, waiting for the vampire to continue. With another heavy sigh, Dean finally looked back up with his dulled gray eyes and began to explain.

" These last few months I have been drinking more blood and eating more to keep my strength up because my body is weakening." Sam nodded in acceptance before he spoke.

" Why? Is it because of me?" Sam watched Dean's entire face crumbled into a pained look before the vampire mutely nodded. Then with a shaky breath Dean spoke.

" I am weakening because the blood bond between us is incomplete. It's been getting harder and harder to keep my strength up and I thought that I could handle it but..." Dean trailed off and shook his head. From where he stood, Sam's face was the picture of concern as he spoke.

" Is there anything we can do?"

Dean felt a smile tug at his face before he grew somber again.

" I'm not going to make you bond with me, it's too soon for that. But... there is one other thing." Sam was immediately alert.

" What Dean?" Dean swallowed thickly and averted his gaze as he haltingly replied.

" Instead of feeding on the blood we normally do, the stuff in the bags like you saw, I... I would be better off, m-my strength would stay up longer if I... If I fed directly from you."

Dean watched as comprehension dawned on Sam's face, the young mortal growing wide eyed and even a little scared as me stared back at Dean. Sam's mouth worked a few times before he finally got the words out.

" W-What do you mean Dean?"

" What I mean is that I can go on drinking the blood bags, but I could supplement that by drinking a little from you. Not a lot, a few mouthfuls maybe, just like how dad survived when he and Cas were still unbounded." Dean watched as some of the tension left Sam's face at the mention of John and Cas.

" This happened to them too? " Dean nodded, smiling slightly.

" You and me are in the same predicament they were in, Cas was mortal, Dad was weakening, so Cas would give Dad some of his blood to keep him alive until they were ready to bond. Dad lasted almost a year on just feeding more before he started weakening too much. Now look at me, I couldn't make it even six months." Dean said with a sad, self-depricating smile. Sam tried to return Dean's smile but it fell flat, his face turning down into a sad frown as he spoke.

" This has been happening to you for months, why didn't you just tell me Dean?"

Dean shrugged and shook his head.

" You already had so many things going on with your adjusting to life here, your training, I just... I didn't want to scare you with this Sammy. And besides, it really isn't that bad, it's just-"

It was here that Sam cut Dean off, a hard look in his hazel-green eyes as he crossed his arms.

" It's a matter of life and death Dean, you life and mine with it."

Dean's eyes widened at that, because Sam's words did ring true. Dean hung his head, utterly dejected as he spoke without looking back up as Sam.

" I'm sorry Sammy." He said quietly.

When all he got in reply was silence, Dean shut his eyes and tried his best not to break as he waited to head Sam walk away. Instead Dean heard the soft rustling of fabric before something feel softly on the floor by his foot. Dean opened his eyes and looked in time to see that it was a black and green flannel shirt before movement in front of him had Dean straightening up in time to see a now shirtless Sam gracefully sink to his knees in front of him.

" Sam wha-mmph." Whatever Dean was about to ask was quickly silenced as a pair of soft and warm lips gently sealed themselves over his own. At first Dean was too stunned to respond at all, taking in the fact that Sam was kneeling between his legs, leaning up to kiss him soundly. Dean blinked his grayed eyes owlishly for a few seconds before his brain seemed to snap back into focus.

With a small groan, Dean melted into the kiss and gently deepened it, his hands going to cup the sides of Sam's neck as he finally responded, his fingertips feeling the steady thrumming of Sam's pulse beneath the mortal's warm skin. Sam reached up and wrapped his arms around Dean's waist, pulling the vampire closer so that their chests were flush together, losing himself in the exquisite sensation.

It was several long moments before they finally drew apart, both of them breathing hard, Dean's canines growing slightly more prominent from the contact. It was Sam who spoke first, pressing his forehead to Dean's.

" I don't want you to be sorry Dean, I want you to please, please let me help you, to trust me when I tell you that I'm not doing this out of some sense of paying you back for bringing me here to this new life, but because I care about you just as much as you care about me, because you are mine just as must as I am yours. And it kills me to know that you've been dealing with this all by yourself when I am right here Dean, I am right here."

Dean felt his eyes fill despite himself and wrapped his arms around Sam, holding him tightly as a sense e relief washed over him. Dean opened his mouth to tell Sam that he was sorry yet again, but he thought better of it. Instead, Dean drew back so that he could look Sam in the eye as he spoke.

" 'm really glad you're here Sammy." He said, and if there was a tinge of emotion in his voice well, Sam sure did not comment as he smiled brightly back at Dean before tilting his head to the side and baring his neck to the vampire.

It was probably in that moment, in that one brave gesture that Dean fell totally and irrevocably in love with Sam. With grateful look Dean just shook his head and took Sam's face into his hands, pulling the mortal in for another searing kiss. Sam melted into in and returned it with equal fervor. Dean trailed his hands along the smooth expanse of Sam's back and shoulders, earning a low groan from the young man before he gripped Sam by the upper arms and pulled him up off the floor and onto the ned as he himself moved backwards to make room.

Sam ended up laying on his back with Dean looming above him, the both of them broke apart from each other with a gasp. Sam's pupils were blown as he lay there panting softly. Dean's once dulled gray eyes were slowly turning bright white again as the vampire leaned in and started kissing a trail down the center of Sam's chest. Sam gasped and arched into Dean's touch as the vampire moved lower and lower until finally reached Sam's naval. Dean stopped here and looked up, an expression askance on his face. Sam felt his cheeks heat up as he realized what Dean was asking before he gave Dean a soft smile and nodded.

The next moment the should of a zipper being undone filled the room. A few moments after that, Sam's loud and breathy moan shot through the otherwise still air as the most intimate part of him was touched. A steady litany of groans and gasps filled the air, from both Sam and Dean, the minutes slowly tickling by at almost a torturous pace.

Sam writhed and arched into each touch by Dean, while Dean seemed to be finding his own pleasure from simply watching Sam. After several more torturous moments, Sam lashed out and hooked his hand over the back of Dean's neck, pulling the vampire down into a molten hot kiss. They drew apart with another gasp and Sam, a look of tortured pleasure on his face, turned his head inward towards Dean as he spoke.

" P-Please Dean... Do it." He whispered desperately.

In an instant Dean felt his spine go rigid while the twinge in his mouth turned into a full ache as he canines extended all the way into two long fang. Dean's eyes were now the complete and brilliant white they were supposed to be. With a loud growl Dean surged forward and finally, finally sank his fangs into the soft and hot flesh of Sam's neck, piercing through the layers of skin into the vein beneath.

Sam cried out at the searing pain, but his cry soon turned into a breathy keen as a wave of pleasure unlike anything else he had ever experienced washed over him. Dean let out a muffled scream as he felt Sam thick, hot aerial blood flood into his mouth. His white eyes fluttered shut as he swallowed down this first mouthful. It was like drinking liquid lightening, rich and thick with the very essence of Sam's soul.

As he drank down the next mouthful, Dean continued to intimately touch Sam, squeezing harder and moving faster. The pressure kept building and building by the second until Sam wrapped his arms around Dean, his hands fisting into Dean's over shirt hard enough to tear the fabric before he finally arced off the almost clear of the bed and went rigid.

" DEAN!" Sam screamed as he finally fell over the edge.

A few moments later Dean let out a muffled yell of his own as he too reached completion. With a gasp Dean wrenched his head back and pulled his fangs free, he and Sam collapsing onto the bed in a boneless heap.

As they lay there gasping for breath in each other's arms, Dean move his head back to Sam's neck so that he could run his tongue over the fresh set of puncture marks he had left there, lapping that the lazy trickles of crimson and closing the wounds in the process. With a low groan at the lingering taste of Sam's blood, Dean sought out a still gasping Sam's lips in a languid kiss. Sam moaned as he returned the kiss, not minding the coppery tinge to it that came from his own blood. When they broke apart, Dean forced himself to move, pulling himself away from Sam, who let out an unhappy but incomprehensible protest.

Dean stubbled slightly but righted himself and he pealed off his clothes and made his way into the bathroom. Grabbing a towel and wetting it, Dean cleansed himself of the remnants of his own release with vampiric speed before he tossed that towel and got a fresh one for Sam. Using his speed and feeling better than he had in weeks, Dean rushed back to the bed, cleaned Sam and divested his mortal intended of his soiled jeans and underwear. Dean tossed everything half-hazardly on the floor before he gently pulled the covers out from under Sam and climbed in himself before he covered them both.

It was Sam who wrapped his arms around Dean first, to which Dean chuckled and went willingly, loving how much like an octopus Sam was being. As he wrapped his arms around Sam and pulled him in close, Dean gazed at the face of his one and felt this warm euphoric glow. Dean smiled against Sam's forehead as he spoke.

" I'm never letting go of you." Dean didn't mind when all he got was silence, instead he chose to enjoy the warm of finally being free of that dull and searing ache that had been plaguing him these last four months. But just as he was about to drift off into sleep himself, a deep, sleepy voice spoke against his neck.

" I'm never letting go of you either Dean. And yeah, I am kicking your ass for not telling me sooner you jerk." Dean just chuckled.

" Bring it on bitch."

With that the pair drifted off into a warm and deep sleep that had more than earned.