Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction / Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Vampire Hunter ❯ Chapter 12
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
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Chapter 12
Xander and Dean both tensed, senses straining as they listened intently. Xander scrambled off the bed, Dean following as they rushed for the door. Xander muttered under his breath and the door unlocked. They rushed up the stairs to see Sam go through the window. Dean snarled, features rippling, and took off after his brother and the thing that had attacked him. Xander yanked one off Bobby and snapped its neck with a sickening crack, tossing the body aside. Dawn was holding her own, a summoned sword easily keeping the creatures at bay and beheading those that got too close. Bobby and Xander waded in to help.
Sam slammed into the ground, hard. He tasted blood and then felt a trickle of warmth in his hair where his head had hit the edge of the porch. His vision was swimming as he saw the creature approach him. And then a familiar figure slammed into it, taking it to the ground in a snarling tangle. Sam watched dazedly as Dean ripped the things head off and threw it aside before turning towards him. Sam swallowed as Dean approached, features still in their vampiric look. He swallowed the blood in his mouth and tried to move only to groan as his vision greyed. When his vision cleared his head was pillowed on Dean's thighs and Dean was rubbing his shoulders lightly.
“Dean.” Sam slurred and the vampire stared down at him with hunger in his eyes.
“You smell so good Sam.” Dean whispered, licking his lips. His nostrils flared and he lowered his head, drinking in the smell of Sam's tainted blood. He paused when he smelt Sam's fear, that wasn't right; Sam was not meant to be scared of him. Hunger was gnawing at him and Sam smelt sooo good, maybe just a sip? Would Sire be mad if he only took a little?
“Dean hurt.” Sam whimpered, trying to get Dean's protective instincts, what the demon had of them anyway, to kick in and it seemed to be working as Dean's features flickered.
“Please.” Sam pleaded and Dean's features returned to human as he scooped Sam up, lifting him easily. Sam groaned and Dean quickly supported his head.
“Hang on, gonna get you help.” Dean said and then checked inside.
“Sire help, Sam's hurt.” He called and Xander was by them in a flash.
“Hey Sam, how bad is it?” Xander asked, watching his Childe closely.
“Head bleeding.” Sam whimpered, trying not to cry out.
“Get him to the couch Dean. Dawn med kit!” Xander yelled and by the time Dean and lowered Sam to the couch she was back, kit in hand.
“Hey Sam.” Dawn whispered and he managed a pained smile as she got out the equipment. She went to work on his wound as gently as possible, ignoring the near silent growls coming from Dean. Xander wrapped his arms around Dean's waist, holding him close so that he wouldn't go for the nearest blood supply. His features were flickering again and Bobby was watching them nervously. Xander gently nuzzled Dean's neck, trying to soothe his Childe and slowly the younger vampire began to relax.
“No stitches needed but you've got a nasty concussion.” Dawn finally diagnosed as she finished cleaning and covering the wound. She sat on the couch and lowered Sam's head into her lap.
“Injuries Dawn?” Xander asked and she shrugged, and then winced.
“Muscle strain from the sword, it was a bit heavier than I'm used to. Magic's drained again from calling it though. I'm going to go out, see what I can do to speed up the recovery.” She said pointing towards the trees in the distance.
“Not alone.” Xander answered and she rolled her eyes.
“So I cut my finger and portal back if there's trouble. Xander we need to pull Dean out soon. Angel was only gone what? Two, three months and it was a century in hell.” She argued and Xander finally nodded.
“I'll head out in the morning, Bobby and I can trade off waking up Sam for the night.”
“Sounds good, come on Dean we need to feed.” Xander pulled him towards the stairs but Dean resisted.
“Dean!” Xander snapped and Dean looked from him to Sam.
“Sire please, need to check him.” Dean asked and Xander stared at him before nodding. Dean moved to the couch and crouched beside Sam's head.
“You okay Sammy?”
“Will be, go eat Dean. Dawn and Bobby'll take care of me.” Sam whispered and Dean finally nodded, touching Sam's shoulder briefly before following Xander downstairs.
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Dawn knelt by the stream she'd found, hands palm up in her lap. She was bare foot, her long hair unbound and dressed in a simple white cotton dress. Breathing deeply she lowered her shields and opened herself to the energy of the Earth, letting it slowly fill her. She felt it slowly begin to mix with the energies of the Key within her. She felt Gaia's welcoming embrace and revelled in it.
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“Will she be okay?” Bobby asked and Sam nodded, wincing at the movement.
“Dawn can take care of herself Bobby. She's the younger sister of a Slayer, she grew up in a small town with a death rate to rival that of New York. I just hope she doesn't push herself to much, I don't want her to hurt herself saving Dean.”
“I want answers Sam.” Bobby said and Sam slowly sat up.
“They're from Sunnydale Giles, all that's left of the hunting group from there. Xander was turned in high school but he kept his soul, he's Master of the Line of Aurelius now. They call him the Slayer's Knight and White Knight for a reason. Dawn's a powerful Wicca and something else I'm not telling without her permission but it lead to her being kidnapped and her sister dying to save her. I've known them since Stanford and Dean met Xander before that...they've saved our lives several times and the world a lot.” Sam explained and Bobby frowned.
“What were those things that attacked anyway? And how'd they get past your protections?”
“No idea. Can you read or your head to bad?”
“Sorry Bobby, I'm still seeing almost double.” Sam admitted.
“That's okay, get some rest. I'll start researching.”
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Dean curled up with his Sire, finally sated and Xander held him close.
“Will Sam be okay?” He asked and Xander smiled.
“Dawn's a pretty good medic Childe, she'll look after him.”
“She's gonna do it son, isn't she. Call my soul back.” Dean whispered and Xander nodded.
“Will it hurt?”
“I don't think so but I'll be with you the whole time. You'll have to be restrained for everyone's safety. Dean will be in control and we don't know how hell will have affected him. You'll have to talk to him, try and keep him calm, okay?”
“Okay. Will he always be in control?”
“The two of you will have to work that out between you. He'll be worried you'll try to attack people, because that's what most vampires do. But you won't, will you?”
“No Sire. Sam would be mad if I did and so would you. I don't want to make you mad.” Dean answered and Xander kissed his forehead.
“That's good Childe.” He whispered. Dean smiled at him and then leant up, liking his lips. Xander smiled and met him, kissing gently.
“Sleep now, we'll all need our strength for what Dawn's going to do. I promise Childe, I'll always care for you, not just your soul but all of you.” Xander promised as Dean drifted off to sleep in his arms.
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Dean was chained to the wall, looking around nervously as Dawn marked out odd symbols on the floor in chalk and then her own blood.
“Sire. Sam.” He called and Xander stepped into view.
“It's okay, I'm right here.” He said and then Sam walked into the room and smiled at him.
“You're gonna be okay Dean.” Sam looked at Dawn who nodded so he stepped carefully around the symbols to Dean's side. For the first time since Dean's turning Sam hugged him.
“I'll be here the whole time, promise. You and your Soul will get alone Dean, just be patient with him, it, whatever.” Sam said and Dean nodded, leaning into Sam's warmth until Sam went back to the other side of the room. Dean could make out Bobby standing guard at the door, shot gun aimed outside, just in case.
“Everyone ready?” Dawn asked and they all nodded.
“Just relax Dean; you shouldn't feel anything until the soul returns.” She told him, smiling warmly before kneeling before a bowl. She slowly began to chant, adding various things to the bowl as she did. Dean watched intently when she lit it, wrinkling his nose at the smell. The glass globe in front of her slowly began to fill with smoke and then light as she continued chanting. Wind whipped through the room, sending her hair flying around her face. They all stared as her hair bleached to white and when she raised her head her eyes glowed pure emerald. Her voice gained volume, filled with power as she stood, globe in hand. She walked towards Dean and then smashed the globe at his feet. The light flowed upwards and into his chest.
Dean slumped in the chains, eyes shut and Sam bit his lip nervously. Then he saw Dawn begin to fall and lunged to catch her, holding her close. He hated seeing her do that, the powerful magic taking a toll on her body, that was simply too much. He cradled her to his chest, checking her over and then he looked up as Dean groaned. Green eyes slowly opened and then darted around the room.
“Dean?” Sam called out and then Dean started screaming.
TBC...