#sam ficklit

“Sammy, we have a problem with the potion… we need Randy’s blood.” Dean said, entering your bedroom. He found you sitting on your bed with Sam facing you. his fatherly look on his face that told Dean he was being sweet, but trying to ask you a million questions on the sly.

Sam coughed, :I’ll be right back Y/N. Just stay right here.”  Sam rose, and you could feel the bed give a little from the loss of his weight. He shut the door gently behind him, pulling Dean into the hall. He didn’t say anything till they were a few steps away, knowing that you could hear him even from this far. Probably still could.

“We gotta talk about what’s going on.” Sam started. He glanced back at the door, not quite sure how far he needed to go to be out of your ear shot.

“What’s to say?” Dean shrugged Sam’s hand off his shoulder. “She’s a vampire. And we need to cure her. We have to.” His voice was deeper than usual.

Sam shook the hair out of his eyes. “I know that Dean. But-“

“Okay, but the problem with the potion, spell, whatever.” Dean interrupted him, raising a hand and walking farther down the hall. “We can’t exactly cure her without Randy’s blood. I think I still have some on my clothes, but who’s to say that’s his and not any of the others we killed. It’s kind of a long drive. It’s not like we can’ just turn tail and get some.”

Dean was rambling, and Sam was letting him. Letting him fill the air with his string of nonsense words. It wasn’t as if you couldn’t hear them, you could. But with all the other noises in the air you were trying your hardest to pick one to focus on.

You lay down. How much longer were you going to let them try and find you a cure? How long till you told them the change had already happened? How long do you wait to tell Dean it was you who had bit him?

Sam steered the car with both hands. Knuckles white as he drove quickly down the road. He was closing as much distance as he could between himself and the vampire nest they had just destroyed. He was lucky for once that they hadn’t burned the place down. That they had run out so fast there wasn’t a chance to take care of the damage like normal.

He glanced at his phone, content with the fact that it hadn’t lit up yet. If it had Dean was in trouble, and he would need to turn tail and get back as soon as he possibly could. But would it be quick enough?

Dean walked into your room, once again hesitant. “Y/N? It’s just me. Lil’ ‘Ol Dean Winchester.”

You lay in bed, in and out of sleep. “Y/N? I don’t know if you know this, but I’ve been turned before.” Dean wasn’t sure you were awake or listening. “It was scary. I remember it. I remember… the hunger.” Dean sighed. “I almost hurt…” his mind started to spin with memories. “Never mind.”

Dean sat on the edge of your bed. “I don’t know what I am doing in here. I guess I don’t want to leave you alone. Even though that’s probably the safest thing for both of us right now. Y/N…” Dean sighed. “I can’t believe this happened. We should have gone after you as soon as you left. Not sat around twiddling our thumbs.”

You tried to lay as still as you could. Your heart beating inside your chest. Dean kept talking, about nothing and yet about something. His voice was blaring in your ears until you turned over so quickly you forced yourself on top of him.

You could feel his body heat against your skin. Could hear his heart beat quickening. You licked your lips, face close to Deans. “Dean shut up.” You ordered. You lowered yourself, pressing your body harder into Dean. “Just.” You whispered. “Shut.” Your hands squeezed Deans wrist, keeping them in place. “Up.” Your tongue licked his neck, salty and sweet.

“Y/N, don’t do this.” Dean tried to free himself of your grasp, quickly remembering how strong new born vampires were. “Y/N you don’t want to do this.” He could feel his wrists starting to bruise. Could feel his skin growing sore from both him trying to escape and your squeezing.

Your new teeth started to show. They slowly poked through your gums; sharp and deadly. “Oh but I do. I want to taste you again. It was so good before.” You could barely recognize your own voice, it was deep and commanding.

Deans attempts to free himself grew stronger. Suddenly your hands gripped him so tight they went numb. You switched, raising his hands above his head, holding them with one hand. Your free one ran a finger down his jaw line. “You’re so… Yummy.” You uttered.

You pressed yourself harder on Deans lap. His face seemed confused, turned on by the fact that you were all but grinding yourself on top of him, but afraid of the new vampire wanting to suck his blood. You turned his head until his neck was exposed and ready for you. Dean’s heart couldn’t beat any faster, but for a moment you heard it skip one beat. “Stop fighting Dean. It sounds, and feels, like you like this.”

Dean stopped kicking his legs. His whole body stilling while he lay there under your command. “It’s not enjoyment. Its fear.” Dean grit his teeth together.

Dean acted so quickly you didn’t know anything had happened till you were suddenly under Dean. Now he held you down, his legs binding yours. His hands holding your wrists. His body still close, closer than ever before.

“You don’t want to do this Y/N. This is just the vampire in you talking. Not you. You’re still Y/N, you’re still you. Don’t forget that.” Dean looked scared. Dean looked worried. Dean looked like he cared. You’d never seen this look. Dean always looked so calm, collected, and stern. Never so weak before.

You were entranced by Dean, not even bothering to fight as you lay under him. Your ‘human’ brain kicked in. Dean was on top of you. Deans chest was pressing into yours. You were on top of Dean. You could feel Dean. For the first time in a day you had forgot about being a vamp and suddenly were overwhelmed by the fact that a boy, Dean Winchester, was on top of you.

“D-Dean.” You croaked, trying to cower under him. “Dean.”

It took a moment for Dean to realize what it was you were suddenly nervous about. “Sorry Y/N, I- I didn’t mean to-“ Dean stammered, letting himself rise a bit so he wasn’t touching you so much. He was just hovering over you. His body still warm. And for a second time you could hear it skip a beat.

“I’m sorry Dean. I don’t know what’s going on with me. I just…” Tears started to pour out of your eyes until your vision blurred. You could barely breath, choking every time you tried to inhale. “I just-“

“It’s alright.” Dean climbed off you, rising you so you were sitting up at his side. He held you close and rocked you back and forth. “You’re going to be alright. Sam is out getting the blood we need for the spell.” Dean stopped.

The spell. The spell to stop vampirism in its tracks. It needed a bitten, the biters blood, and you not to of fed on someone. Dean let that sink it. You not to have fed before. “Y/N, did you- is this from you?” He pointed to the bite mark on his arm. The red and puffy scabs that have been picked off thanks to his boredom and nervousness.

You gulped. “Randy bit you, and forced me to drink it. Dean I didn’t mean too. It wasn’t what I wanted.” You tried to argue, but Dean was already on his feet and a few steps away from you.

He drug his hand over his mouth and let that sink it. You’d tasted him, you’d had his blood. You were an actual vampire now. “It makes since I guess. I mean, normally your eyes… and the-“ Dean sighed. He wasn’t willing to admit it fully. He still wanted to hope, to pray even, that you were still not a full-on vamp. That the spell would still work on you. But suddenly he was nervous, suddenly he wasn’t so sure on what the next plan of action should be.

Sam walked up to the house slowly, blade at the ready in case he found another stray vampire here waiting for him. The house was grand, rooms on both sides of him for what seemed like ages. He tried to remember which room you were in. Tried to remember where he had found you hovering over Dean’s body. And then he hesitated.

Sam couldn’t believe that he was bar hopping, but here he sat at yet another bar full of couples. People around him clearly drunk now and showing it. They were kissing, aggressively, and slurring I love yous could be heard from across the room.

“It’s getting worse out here isn’t it. Sickening.” Taylor said leaning over the bar. They’d already had their drinks handed to them. Something red and girly. The bars cheapest drink. Riddled with sugar and vodka.

Sam laughed, sure he too was growing sick of the couples and love around him. But something about it was nice to see. Something about seeing how happy, or drunk happy, people could be with someone else. It was refreshing. “Let’s do something fun then. Do you trust me?”

Taylor hesitated. She looked into Sam’s hazel eyes and tried to figure out what he had planned. She barely knew Sam, how was she supposed to tell what he was planning? “I trust you?” She asked more than said.

Sam couldn’t help himself. He wasn’t quite sure what he was doing, but that didn’t matter. he was here and this was now. And he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to have fun while out.

Dean entered Lauren's bedroom slowly. He drank in the room, taking note of the little things around it. A little game Dean liked to play with himself. It often helped him learn more about them without asking.

Lauren took her own shirt off and threw it on the floor. She eyed Dean as he drug his finders along her dresser. “Dean?” She asked, forcing his attention back to her. Dean suddenly regretted not paying attention to her.

There she stood, half naked and wanting. Dean threw his own shirts on the floor and wrapped her in his arms. He skin was so warm, so soft against his own. So warm. Dean took her mouth to his, her plump lips pressing into his and begging for entrance.

Dean picked her up as if she were weightless. Her legs wrapping around his waist and pressing into him. Dean lowered her onto the bed, and climbed on top of her. A moan escaped her lips and made Dean grab at her hair.

She moaned louder as he pulled, arching her back and feeling her chest against his own. Dean reached under her and unlatched at her bra; freeing the top half of her from any restrictions. Dean’s hand ran up her side, giggles escaping her as he did. His hand reached her now exposed chest, cupping her breast in his hand. Once more she moaned at his touch, and when his fingers found her nipples and gave them a little attention she was writhing under him.

“Slow. Slow down.” She uttered, turning her face away from him. Dean trailed kisses down her throat. Tongue licking its way across her collar bone. “Oh Dean.” Lauren moaned again, gripping Deans hair between her fingers and pulling him back up to her level.

Mouthed pressed into one another, tongues darting across each other, moans filling the room as Deans hands found their way to the button on her jeans and attempted to make quick work of them like he had her bra.

Sam got down on his knee and produced a fake ring he had gotten from a vending machine. “Taylor,” The room grew quiet. Suddenly everyone was paying attention to him, all eyes were on him. If he didn’t know better even the music in the room got quieter. “I knew the moment I saw you that I wanted to be more to you. I wanted to mean the world to you. Because baby, you mean the world to me.”

“Yes. A million times yes!” Taylor jumped up and down, pretending to be thrilled with the question. Sam rose to his feet and gripped her into a hug.

“And watch what happens.” He whispered.

The room erupted in cheers. Glasses clinked. More people kissed. And drinks from all around were offered to them. “If I didn’t know any better I would think you were trying to get into my pants there Sammy.” Taylor said, clinking her own free drink with his.

“And here I thought that was already laid out on the table for events tonight.” Sam was getting confident. The alcohol doing its job so well he even ignored the fact that Taylor had called him Sammy. “After going to a few more places for some more free drinks. After all, a lady like you should have fun tonight.”

“And you as well.” She once more clinked glasses with him. “So Sam, as my newly minted fiancé. Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself? I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. I don’t think I’d forget a face like this.”

Sam was blushing, despite his efforts not to. “Uh- let’s see. I was in law school at Stanford.” Sam nodded his head, as if he talked about his time at Stanford on the regular.

Taylor was surprised, almost choking on her drink. “Wow Ivy League. Okay, so smarts and looks.” She counted on her fingers. “Now don’t tell me you have the brawn as well.”

“Sorry to say. I do have the brawn as well.” Sam took off his jacket and let Taylor squeeze his arm. He could see the look of surprise on her face.

“Sam Winchester, you might just be the perfect man.” Taylor said, leaning back in her seat and looking intently at Sam with a new view. She was attracted to him before, even without knowing anything about him. But now? Now her racing dirty thoughts were almost unbearable.

Taylor licked her lips, “Sam, I think we need to sell the little tale a little bit. Here.” Taylor pulled Sam by the collar with such force that Sam didn’t even know what was going on till her lips were against his own.

Sam took a moment to kiss her back, it took a while longer than he wanted his brain to register what was happening. And when it did? He took her face in his hands, cupping it and pulling it as close as he could to his own. He mashed his lips against hers, and let his tongue dart into hers.

Taylor pulled away breathing hard. Sam too was attempting to catch his breath after such a heated kiss. “That was um-“ She started, her hands reaching for her tingling lips. “Wow. Sam, Wow.”

Sam was feeling the same, but he couldn’t, no wouldn’t, let her see that. “Taylor, let’s get out of here.”

“Yes. A million times Yes.”

The bag around your head was making you feel claustrophobic. Your breathing was steady, but you could feel your heart racing in your chest. Your arms were tied behind your back, ankles tied to a chair below you. You tried to listen to your surroundings without moving, without giving any clue that you were awake.

You could hear footsteps around you, the soft breathing of a few different people. You could hear the faint whispers of people around you but nothing clear enough to make out what they were saying. You sat as still as you could, head laying low against your chest.

“How much longer we have’ta wait?” A male asked from your left. “Shouldn’t she be awake by now?”

“Shut up. She’ll wake up when she’s ready and then we can get started. We’re not going to force her awake.” His voice traveled around you, his footsteps light. This voice sent chills down your spine. A voice so familiar and yet so foreign. You almost couldn’t place it. It’d been so long since you heard it.

Now you couldn’t control your breathing, your chest rising and falling quickly. The bag around your head seemed to get tighter, the restraints suddenly hurting you as you sat there. You didn’t mean to move just yet, but you couldn’t help it now. That voice. It was making you move.

“Ah, looks like we don’t have to wait too long.” The voice said again. The bag became loose, and suddenly it was off your head. The light blinding you for a moment as your eyes adjusted. “Good morning beautiful. Have a good little nap?” He asked, hand cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him.

You gulped, words unable to come from your mouth. “Yeah. I understand. It’s been a while. I’ll let you sink this all in for a moment. Go ahead, look around.” He stood behind you, hands resting on your shoulders.

You did as you were told, eyes scanning the room for a way out, except there wasn’t one. Instead there were just tall walls with no windows, walls lined with people. Everyone watching you, all waiting for you to react. Everyone looking hungry and wanting of you. And that’s when you spotted them. The ones that took Randy all those years back. They hadn’t aged a day, and didn’t look any different than that day.

“V-V-Vampires?” You asked, eyes finding the one familiar and warm face from before. “What is going on?” You asked. Your voice back to normal.

“Oh, come on, you have to be able to put this one together. You’re a smart girl. Use that beautiful mind of yours.” He tapped his finger on your head. Each press getting harder and harder until it started to hurt.

You didn’t move, lips pressing into a thin line. It didn’t take long for you to understand, after all his face hadn’t changed at all either. He still looked like the young and beautiful Randy from before. The last time you saw him though, he was being pulled away from you by the Vamps in the corner. The ones snickering and laughing as you once more glanced around the room.

“How’d you find me?” You asked.

Randy laughed, “We’ve been casing the joint for a while. You were bound to turn up again. Especially after all those sad and pitiful phone calls.” He pinched your cheek waiting for it to turn a nice rosy pink. “It’s okay. I can understand. You were just so heartbroken about losing me. I mean wasn’t everyone?”

“Fuck you.” You spat at his feet. And suddenly the whole room started to laugh. “Fuck all of you. Let me out of here before… before…”

“Before what Y/N?” Your name came out so velvety smooth, just like it had so many years ago. Only this time it didn’t make your heart flutter, instead it made your stomach spin and the feeling of vomit coming up. “Before your partner comes in to save the day? Oh wait, you don’t have partners anymore.” He laughed to himself, walking around and getting on his knees in front of you.

He raised a hand to trace your chin, eyes focused on your own. His touch was gentle, and for just a moment you forgot all the years he’d been gone. It was like you were back in time with your best friend. The one who picked you up and bounced you around. The one that would force you to go to the gym only so he could stand around while making you work your ass off.

And then reality sank in. This wasn’t then. He wasn’t that guy. You were tied to a chair and he was a vampire. Everything was different. And he was right. You had no one to come and save you. You were alone. Only you could get out of this mess.

You had already counted the Vampires in the room. Knowing that you could take them all on, you’d taken on more before. It was Randy. He was the only thing stopping your brain from calculating a plan. His eyes still on yours as if he was memorizing your body all over again.

“You really should have gotten out and stayed out when you had the chance. Hunting hasn’t been easy on you. I can see the years of stress already taking their toll.” His thumb trailed along your cheek to your lips. “I mean you took off what? A month? Was that really all you needed to mourn the love of your life? Your best friend?”

“I never got over your death. Probably because you never actually died.” You spat the words out, trying your hardest to remain as calm and collected as you could. Not that it mattered, Randy was a vampire now, he could hear your heart racing in your chest.

Randy chuckled as he got to his feet. “Well, being a turned into a vampire was the best thing that ever happened to me. I mean look at me!” He spun around, hands out in front of him. “I look perfect. And oh Y/N, the perks! I mean sure you gotta drink a little blood. But all of this is so worth it!”

You crinkled your nose, disgusted by his flamboyance and utter acceptance of his new gift. This wasn’t who you knew, this wasn’t Randy.

You let your mind wander, trying to come up with a plan as Randy rambled on. The ropes behind you were tight, because Randy would have known you were able to get out of anything else. Your pockets picked and secret weapons taken so you couldn’t try and escape without their knowledge.

“Ah yes, you are starting to realize just how screwed you really are. No little knife in your pockets, no lighters, nothing.” He pointed to a little table in the corner where you could see all your weapons, all your tricks and gags. “I know your tricks Y/N, even the ones you think I wouldn’t. you haven’t changed much. Still the same old Y/N.”

You were annoyed.

“Guys, why don’t you leave me alone with her? We have a little catching up to do. After all its been what? 17 years?” Everyone seemed hesitant to leave, all remaining in their spots for a moment. A deep and husky growl sounded from Randy and everyone jumped to their feet.

After they left, in a door behind you that you couldn’t see but could hear being locked, Randy seemed to relax. His shoulders softening. He pulled a chair up to you, sitting down so he was at your level. He let out a deep sigh. “I do have to admit it was good to see you. I wish it was, well I wish it was a little different.”

He laughed and leaned back in his seat. “What’s your plan Randy? Tease me? Torture me? Kill me?”

“All of the above?” He offered, and a part of you was intrigued. But you knew better. You stood your ground and kept your face as still as you could.

You let your head hang low, growing defeated. “Let’s get it started. Or has it?” You looked up at him, and saw him flinch from the look in your eyes. “This small talk you seem to want to have is the torture?”

“Not at all little Y/N.” His voice was too soft, “I want to take my time with you. I mean its been so long why rush things? Tell me. How’s the life?”

You didn’t answer, instead you kept your mouth shut and in a thin line. Lips pressing hard together. Randy circled you, his cold hands dragging across your shoulders. It wasn’t until a knock on the door made the both of you jump that he stopped. His hand suddenly finding its home at his side. The person at the door didn’t bother to wait to be invited in. No, they walked in a moment later with boots clicking against the ground below them.

“Boss? Can I talk to you for a moment?” His voice was like you would imagine a snakes. Drawling out his words nice and slow. Randy gave a heavy sigh before he walked away, joining the stranger in the corner of the room behind you. You couldn’t see them, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t hear them.

They tried to whisper, but with this empty room it echoed. “Look they’re all talking. They don’t like the way you’re handling this one. They say you’re going soft and aren’t going to handle it like you should.”

“Handle it like I should?” Randy asked, and even you could hear the anger in his voice.

“Yeah, cause you know? You know her.” The stranger vampire emphasized that Randy knew you. But the silence afterwards is what sent chills down your spine. Because the silence was followed by the drop of the stranger vampire’s head.

You gulped, the sound was so familiar, and yet you’d never been so scared to hear it. Randy approached you, his hand covered in the blood of his fallen friend. “Seems I have a little mess to take care of. I’ll be back.”

With that he left you. Leaving you alone in the room with the fallen vampire.