Team Demon

Dean hadn’t been to an apartment complex it what seemed like a long time. But the neatly lined buildings all sat looking like one another as he followed the car in front of him. Eventually it parked in an overcrowded parking lot, forcing him to park a little farther down. He jumped out of his car quickly and found his leader, a blonde with a what he hoped were something real.

She giggled, clinging to her purse tightly before making her way towards the buildings. Dean followed closely, this was the sort of place he would get lost, I mean everything looked the same. But before he knew it he was being led into a hallway and up a few flights of stairs before she was taking out her keys and unlocking a door with the number “307” on it.

The place was neat, neater than Dean would have imagined it would be. A couch facing a huge flat screen, a table with a few books on it, the kitchen was visible and clean and clear of any clutter. “Nice place.” He muttered.

“Thanks. It’s just temporary. Saving up for a real place soon.” She tossed her things down on the table that separated them both.

That’s when Dean spotted it. A little fake looking electric drum set. He absentmindedly made his way towards it. His fingers reaching out to touch the pads. Each had its own color ring around it. Dean cleared his throat, “What’s this go to?” He asked before he could think about it.

Again, he heard the soft giggle leaving her lips, he finally pried his eyes off the drums and looked up at her. “You’ve never played Rock Band?” She asked, closing the gap between them. She reached past him and handed Dean the sticks that went with the drums.

Dean bounced them in his hands, getting a feel for them. he gently let them hit the pads and was disappointed on how quiet they were. His new friend had turned on the TV and a game system, letting them both come to life for a moment before she opens the game and the sound of a guitar riff glued his eyes to the TV now.

“Here,” She said, walking past Dean and grabbing a chair from the table. She set it beside Dean and let him move it where he needed to. He gladly sat down, adjusting the drums to his height and tapping on the pads once more with the sticks. “What have you been up to where you haven’t played Rock Band before?” She asked, taking note of the cute childlike smile on his face.

He sat anxious as he watched her log in and find the list of songs, she stopped scrolling and showed him how he could pick the songs he wanted as well. “If you hold this down, you can make a playlist of sorts. Like a real concert and we can play more than one at a time.”

Dean loved it. He played song after song, banging the drums until he was sweating. He revealed in his high scores and got pissed when he was low. He almost asked to repeat the songs, so he could try again, knowing that he could do better the next time, but he stopped himself from trying to be so competitive. She stood next to him, singing her heart out to the songs he chose and handing him a beer to drink when she could.

“There’s a guitar,” She pointed out after about 5 songs. Dean’s eyes lit up. He practically jumped out of his seat and reached for the hunk of plastic with colored buttons. He strapped it on and felt like a kid when he started to play his first song. He didn’t realize just how into it he was, just how engrossed in the game he had gotten.

He danced, and bent down, he stuck his tongue out, but it wasn’t until he jumped and remembered that he was three floors up with sleeping neighbors under him, that he realized what he was doing, where he was, and who he was with.

The beers from the night were kicking in, and Dean was having more fun then he could ever remember having. Before he knew it, he was singing, and she was playing guitar. And if she thought that Dean playing the guitar was bad, Dean singing was worse.

He hit none of the notes, he was too into it and didn’t even look at the words half the time. But no one cared, they were having fun. Just the two of them drinking and laughing, with Dean being a little too extra while playing a game he had never heard of before.

Out of breath he turned to her, seeing the concentration on her face as she hit her notes on time. She stood next to him, her foot tapping to the song and a small smile on her face. She wasn’t as into it as Dean was, but then again, she wasn’t living out her own rock fantasy like he was while playing.

The song ended and for what felt like the first time they both took a long drink and a long breath before they broke the silence. “This is the most fun game ever.” Dean muttered, playing with the cord to the microphone he still held.

“Yeah, it’s a good one.” This was when she pulled out her phone and choked a little on her drink. “Its 4am.” She said, eyes looking up at Dean. “We had so much fun we lost track of time!”

Dean took a step back from the TV after plugging in the HDMI cord to the back. The screen lit up, and he smiled proudly. He bent down, cracking open the case to the game he had just bought and let the new machine eat the disk slowly.

He took a step back, watching as the screen changed and the sound of a guitar being stoked filled the room. He turned to his brother with a huge smile on his face and threw his hands up in triumph. Sam laughed, “This was your big surprise?”

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.”

Sam groaned as he woke up. He remembered what day it was. February 14th. A day where Dean would be gone and Sam would be here alone doing research. It took longer than normal for Sam to swing his legs over the side of his bed. He ran his hands through his hair.

His shower was long. He could tell by the fact that the large room was filling with steam. He couldn’t even see anything reflecting in the mirror. Sam leaned against the tile of his shower. Vastly cold against the heat of his skin and water.

Sam was dreading today. As he had for a while now. How many years had he spent them alone now? He could remember the few times he wasn’t alone. Smiling and laughing over wine and chocolates and dinners. But like before, he’d been raised to see holidays as normal days. It wasn’t as if John was coming around and giving the boys gifts today because he loved them.

Dean entered the kitchen with a kick in his step. Opening the fridge and grabbing a beer and cracking it open. Sam sat with his laptop and a cup of coffee at his side. “What are you doing?” Dean asked, sitting across from his large brother. “Sam?”

“Huh?” Sam shook his head. He glanced up at his brother. “I’m just looking for a case.” Sam could hear his voice and regretted the way it came out. He knew Dean was going to latch on to the tone.

Dean smiled as he reached over the table and slowly closed his brothers’ laptop. “Sam.” His smile grew. “Sammy.” Dean retreated his hand back to his sides. “Sam, I propose that you come out with me tonight. No,” Dean raised his hand, “You don’t get to come up with an excuse. You’re coming. So, get ready and put your best flannel on.”

Dean practically kicked open the door to the bar open. He eyed the crowd, mentally making notes of who he could approach tonight. “Okay Sammy,” Dean wrapped his arm the best he could around his brothers’ shoulders. And when he failed he cleared his throat and hit his brother on the shoulder. “The trick is-“

“Dean I know the tricks. You’ve taught me multiple times.” Sam rolled his eyes as he grabbed the last table open and plopped himself down. He knew this was futile, he wasn’t going to participate. He was just here to get Dean off his case.

So what if he shaved? Or put some product in his hair? He was here.

Dean looked like an excited puppy as he looked around the room again. Sure, a lot of people were here on dates. But Dean was well seasoned at this, he could look past the couples and see the singles.

Dean licked his lips. “I need a drink. You too. I’ll be right back.” Dean jumped up, and was gone in a matter of seconds. Sam sighed, pulling out his phone and continuing his research for a new case. He had found a few that could be cases, but were loose ends.

Dean flashed his smile at a girl sitting alone at the bar. Her drink was practically empty so he ordered her a new one and approached her with it. “Hey, names Dean. You look like you could use another drink.”

With a few more sentences, he had her giggling and smiling. She was putty in his hands and Dean was ready to play with her. Sam rolled his eyes from his spot. He’d grown almost tired of the ways Dean’ could woo any woman alive. For a while he’d grown sick on the idea.

“Now what’s so important you can’t take your eyes off your phone while in a place like this?”

Sam was ready to roll his eyes and have yet another conversation about how he didn’t even want to come out tonight. But he stopped with his mouth wide open as a woman stood before him. She towered over him while he sat here, but he knew the second he rose to his feet she would be so tiny.

“Uh- yeah. I mean no. Nothing is that important.” Sam choked on his words. Suddenly extremely nervous. He’d talked to women before, but she had caught him off guard.

She smiled down at him and slid into the seat that would have been Dean’s. “Names Taylor.” She stuck her hand out for him to shake. A dainty little thing that Sam felt he could break had he gave the thing a squeeze.

“Uh- Sam.” Sam still sat flabbergasted.

She looked around the room and sighed, “This place sucks. I’ve been doing a bit of a bar crawl and can’t seem to find the right place.” She finally laid eyes on Sam again, “No offence. You do seem like fun.”

Dean glanced over at his brother for what felt like the millionth time. And the smile that found his face when he saw the small woman sitting across from Sam made Dean feel better about dragging him out. Dean was about to toss him the keys and tell him to get out of there. Poor boy looked like he was suffering.

Dean looked down at the beautiful brown eyes of his own girl standing only a few inches away from him. “Dean, tell me about you now. I’ve been going on and on about me. There’s got to be something interesting too you.”

“Oh you have no idea.” Dean raised his hand to her cheek, dragging his fingers down it. “But I say we give this talking thing a rest Lauren. Come on?” Dean held his hand out to lead her out of the bar. Lauren took it with slight hesitation, her hand slowly fitting into his.

Dean smiled, and held her hand in his. He walked past his brother, giving him a little hit on the shoulder as he passed by. Taylor watched Dean and his newly made friend leave the bar rather quickly.

“Know that clown?” She asked, pointing over her shoulder at the now closed door. A door that was barely visible thanks to the crowd that was starting to grow as the night dragged on. Sam had remembered there being less people here.

Sam laughed, “That’s actually my brother.” Sam sat up, finally giving Taylor a taste of just how big of a person he was. “But he is sort of a clown, right?” Sam laughed, he couldn’t remember a time when anyone had commented on Deans ways of life.

“Anyone who come out tonight to pick up on sad lonely lady’s is a clown. To put it nicely.” Taylor shook her head and raised her glass to her lips. The clear liquid seeming to disappear into her perfectly red lips.

Sam smiled, he found himself doing that more than he thought he could without it hurting. “That is a nice way to put it.”

Taylor shifted, making herself more comfortable in her seat. But she wasn’t aware that suddenly Sam could see down her shirt. That he could suddenly see the pink of her bra. ‘See she does care that its Valentine’s day. Or maybe she just likes pink.’ Sam suddenly grew embarrassed. A soft little blush creeping its way on to his cheeks.

“Hold on.” She said, standing up and leaving Sam for a moment. He couldn’t help but watch her, after all she was attractive. For a moment Sam thought she was done with him and leaving for sure. But her half of a drink was still here.

“So I’m guessing you didn’t choose to come out here tonight. Hence the phone.” She said, sliding over a whiskey for Sam to drink.

Sam gave some silent thanks, remembering to say something later for sure. “You are getting wiser by the moment.” Sam raised his glass before taking a drink. “What gave it away? The utter lack of happiness on my face? The sheer uncaring of my surroundings?”

“It was how unbelievably cute you are.” Taylor laughed, suddenly growing red from embarrassment about her comment. “Geeze. Was that too corny?”

“Watch it. You might be crossing into that clown territory.” Sam said.

Taylor laughed, and Sam couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. He had to shake his head as if to bring himself back to reality. But there she still sat. In all her glory. And that loose top of hers that would find a way to fall just low enough.

Dean sat awkwardly next to Lauren in his car as he drove back to her place. His music played softly in the background filling what would have been a quiet ride. She must have been able to tell how Dean was feeling, or maybe she was feeling it too, because suddenly she was moving as close to Dean as she could.

Her hand finding its way on to his lap. Dean shifted, pressing his thigh into her hand for a moment. Her touch felt soft and delicate against his muscles. He couldn’t see her suck her lip into her mouth, or see her eyes falling onto what was growing in his jeans.

Dean couldn’t wait any longer to get to her house. He was more than ready and this drive was making him go nuts. “Dean.” She whispered into his ear, hand moving up his thigh. “We’re almost there. Can you make it?” She teased. Her voice was soft in his ear, her breathy whisper almost making Dean pull over his car right then and there just so he could feel her lips on his.

But Dean held out. And Lauren continued to tease Dean. Her hand was pressing into him now, fingers trailing the length of his newly hard dick. Dean sucked his own lip into his mouth. Biting down on it in fear that he was going to explode.

She pointed to a house, dark among the rest on the block. Dean pulled into the driveway quickly, shutting off his car and opening his door in a matter of seconds. He pulled Lauren to his side, helping her slide out of his seat and on to the ground safely.

Wasting no time Dean pressed her into his car, his whole body practically engulfing her. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue entered her mouth. Body practically melting into his. “Come on, show me inside.” Dean said, prying himself off of her no matter how much he wanted her right then and now.

Lauren took a second to pry her own body off the car. Running a hand through her hair before taking the few steps needed to get to her front door. She fumbled with her keys, dropping them before finally bringing them both inside her empty home.

“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.

Dean and Sam sat across from you at a table in a little empty diner. Both staring at you intently. Both struggling to figure out what to say, and what to do about your current image. You looked like hell, but you also looked put together and healthy. As if that were possible. The layer of blood was washed off of you and all that remained were a few cuts and bruises after your quick little visit to the bathroom of this place.

Sam and Dean hadn’t learned much about what was happening to you. Neither knew how to ask on the awkward car ride; which only ended because Dean offered food and everyone silently agreed to stop.

All that had been muttered from your lips was a small little “mmhm.” You were too busy trying to hide your true feelings in the back seat of the overbearing impala.

‘Am I a vampire? Did Randy turn me? Why does everything seem so loud? So, bright? What’s going on?’ Playing over and over on repeat in your head. You couldn’t hear much over the roaring engine of Dean’s car. But everything else you could barely make out. The sound of the tires crunching the pavement under them, the birds chirping in far off tree’s that you couldn’t even see.

You were becoming overwhelmed. And when Dean had yelled that he was going to pull off to a little diner, you muttered your “mmhmm” barely audible to them, but like shouting to yourself.

So here you sat, able to hear the cooks talking in the kitchen as if you were standing next to them. Could barely see Sam and Dean from the blinding sun blaring down on you. “Guys, ask your questions.” You said, trying to break this awkwardness. Trying to act as normal as you could despite all the setbacks against you.

Dean looked at his brother, mouth open as he tried to make words form into sentences. “Uh-.” Dean cleared his throat. “What uh- happened? Like, what happened?” He asked, looking back and forth between you and his brother. As if needing reassurance that the question was okay.

You chuckled. “Let’s see. Randy-“

“That was Randy? You’re best friend/ ex-hunter Randy?”  Sam asked, pushing himself closer in his seat. H quickly caught himself, and pressed his back into the chair, you could hear the metal leg scratching the tile under it.

“How do you-? Never mind. Yeah that Randy” You sighed. Not wanting to know how they had figured out who Randy was. Maybe it was better to keep them only knowing what they could find out online. Which wasn’t much. “He kidnapped me, and tortured me, and here I am.” You said mater-of-factly. As if everything that had just happened meant nothing.

Dean and Sam weren’t dense enough to buy that. Dean scoffed, “Yeah and I’m Santa Clause. Come on Y/N, I saw you. You were… well whatever happened couldn’t have been good. Couldn’t have left you sitting here all-“

“But if you don’t wanna talk about it we won’t force you. Right Dean?” Sam said, interrupting his brother from pressing too hard. It was obvious you didn’t want to talk about it. And if anyone could see that it should have been Dean, but he was using his feelings and not his brain. So Sam had to remind him.

Dean licked his lips and tapped his hand on the table as he leaned back in his seat. “Yeah. You’re right.” He felt stupid, suddenly regretting everything he had just said. He knew better than to press you about what happened.

Dean tried to watch you without you knowing. Tried to peak at you from the corner of his eyes. But there you sat, right in front of him and he was making it more awkward trying to avoid you than just watching you. You could hear his heart beating in his chest. Your teeth started to salivate as you remembered the taste of his blood in your mouth.

“Just know we are here for you when you are ready to talk about it.” Sam confessed. As if you didn’t know that the two of them cared about you already. But it was nice to hear.

You smiled, “Thanks guys.”

It took longer than needed to make it back to the bunker. To the point you were going mad and just wanted to be alone. It seemed as if Dean was driving slower, or like he was finding the long way home. Everything going on was driving you to the point of madness. Not to mention you were starving and the food from the diner was making you sick to your stomach.

Both brothers retreated to their own rooms after they had unloaded the car. They were equally as ready to wash of the stench of dead Vampire from their clothes and skin. Shedding clothing and throwing it along the floor till they both had made it safely to their own bathrooms.

Water beat down on them, steam filling their own rooms. Dean washed his body quickly, only wincing when he drug his hand over the fresh bite marks on his arm. He looked at them trying to remember how he had gotten them in the first place. Mind racing to picture the moment when a vamp had even gotten close enough to suck on him.

Dean quickly ended his shower, throwing clothes on his still wet body and feeling them stick to him. Dean ran the towel over his hair a few times, letting it spike up for a moment.

He showed the bite mark to Sam when they met back in the kitchen. “When did you become vamp food?” Sam asked letting Deans hand fall back at his side. He made his way to the fridge, searching for something to eat. His stomach roaring at him again already.  

“That’s the thing. I don’t remember.” Dean watched his brother shut the door to the fridge and look back at him. “Maybe it was Randy?” He said, picking at the beginnings of a blood clot over the bites.

The brothers hadn’t said anything when you retreated almost instantly to your “bedroom” and didn’t bother you for quite a while. Not that you couldn’t hear them. You heard Dean mutter “What the-“ to himself when he found the mark. Heard Sam cough as he breathed in the steamy air.

Dean came knocking hours later with a plate of food in his arms. He opened the door slowly when you didn’t answer, creepily entering the room. He assumed you’d just be sleeping. He chuckled to himself as he remembered the first time you were here. Sleeping in Sam’s room for days.

He found you on the floor with your arms holding your knees close and rocking back and forth. Dean quickly set the food in his arm down on the bed side table, not bothering to care if he had spilt anything.

He joined you on the floor and placed his hands on your knees to stop you from rocking. “ARE YOU OKAY? Y/N WHATS GOING ON??” He asked, voice blaring into your ears. You pushed him away, harder than you had intended as you watched his body fly until it hit your bed. “y/n?” Dean barely muttered. His words coming out in his breath. You could hear his gasping, could hear that you had clearly knocked the wind out of him.

You ugly cried. Tears ran down your face as you realized exactly what was going on. “No, Dean get away. Stay away. Please. I don’t-“ Everything was happening so fast suddenly. Your vision getting worse, turning red. You wanted to eat. Your stomach screaming at you as you listened to Dean’s heart racing in his chest. As you heard the blood pumping throughout his body.

Dean scrambled to get a grip on the floor, resting on his elbow as he looked at you. “Y/N, what’s- what’s going on?” Dean asked, still laying against your bed, fear in his eyes, his jaw clenched and strong. You were strong, but by no means should you have pushed him like that. “SAAAM!” Dean yelled.

Before you knew it, Sam was in the doorway. Almost filling the whole thing so that no light peeked from behind him. “Y/N? Dean? What’s going on?” He asked.

It was too much. Dean and Sam in the same room alone with you was too much. “Get out! Please! Leave me be!” You yelled. You tried to push yourself farther away. You rose to your feet and took a few shakey steps to the bathroom.

You quickly shut the door, slammed it more like. “Y/N, you have to come out of there eventually.” Sam said.

Dean and Sam sat on your bed, waiting anxiously for you to come out. “What do you think is going on?” Sam whispered

“I don’t know. I came in here and it looked like she was having a panic attack. Then she pushed me away. And Sammy, she pushed hard. I mean, if this bed wasn’t here, across the room hard.”

“You don’t think?” Sam’s mind was racing. You were kidnapped by vampires after all. It wasn’t unlikely that they had tried to turn you.

Dean shook his head. “I don’t want to think that. But I’m starting to think that.” Dean didn’t want to admit it, even he was starting to believe that you’d been turned. He rubbed the bite marks on his arm, hoping that they hadn’t been from you.

“Then we should make the spell, the drink.” Sam hit his brother on the arm, as if overcome with such a great thought. “Turn her back to a human.”

“Okay. You go do that, I’ll wait here.”

“Dean you should be the one to make it.” Sam sighed. “You’re not that great at consoling people when they start crying.”

Dean nodded as he stood. Clapping his hands on his thighs. “Fine, just. Be careful.”

Your body lay barely moving. You’re breathing was shallow. You were questioning how you were still alive with every slow blink. Randy had said he wasn’t done with you, but what more could he do to you? He’d drained you, he’d humiliated you, he’d broke you. And he knew it.

A door creaked open loudly. “Oh goody you are still awake.” Randy pulled your hair and forced you to get on your knees. “Y/N, I gotta say, this isn’t the prettiest you’ve been. This might be a bad look on you.” He turned to the male vampire behind him, “She’s not attractive, right?”

“She’s alright.” He shrugged.

Randy sighed, “Maybe the years just haven’t been good to you.” He leaned down, “I still remember all the good times we had.” He pulled away with half a smile on his face. You tried to focus on him but he threw you back down on the floor. You landed with a thump and became a heap on the floor.

Dean and Sam kicked at the dust covered house. The door was unlocked and barely shut when they made it here. Your car remained outside. They entered the house slowly, guns at the ready in case anything were to jump out at them.

They searched each room separately. Sending one another off into different parts of the house with the guns still cocked. “Looks fishy.” Sam uttered as he left your bed room. He put his gun away, tucking it into his belt.  

Dean turned to his brother. “Well she’s been here.” He held up a mostly empty bottle of Whiskey to show his brother. “It looks like this might be how far she made it though.” He pointed to the line where the whiskey started. Dean took the lid off and smelt it, shrugging to himself, and took a small sip.

Sam pointed to the phone on the floor. It remained off the hook and next to where Dean had picked up the whiskey bottle.  “Who was her last call?” He asked.

Dean bent down and picked the phone, hitting redial only to get a loud beeping in his ear. “None?” He hung it up, looking at the thing as if it had clues that were going to jump up at him.

Sam shifted his weight. “Why would it just be sitting here if it was none?” He asked.

Dean shrugged. “Wait, is that-?” He took a few steps towards the kitchen. “A voicemail? Geeze when was the last time you saw something like this Sammy?” He laughed as he took a few steps towards the machine he was pointing at.

Sam rolled his eyes. “That’s a big number flashing.” He joined his brother standing over the ancient piece of technology flashing a number over 20.

Dean hesitated before hitting play; his finger resting above it as if it were going to burn him when it did. They both were not enjoying prying into your life this way. But they kept mentally telling themselves they needed to save you.

Your voice rang out clear as day, words slurring. “Randy, I don’t know why I keep calling. *hiccup* It’s not like you can answer. But I know if you did *hiccup* you would tell me I’m being silly. Tell me to take a *hiccup* break and just think about it all. Ha. *hiccup* You’d sit there and tell me that none of this is worth my time.” They could hear you take a deep sigh, could hear a little whimper let out before you hung up the phone.

Sam and Dean shared a look. They quickly turned it off before another one started, letting your voice ring out against the empty walls. They didn’t want to hear anymore. They had heard enough.

“So…” Dean started. “Guess I know what this was for…” He set the bottle down on the counter, carefully making sure it wouldn’t spill. His hands went back to his side as he awkwardly stood there not knowing what to do next.

Sam’s mind was racing. “So she comes here and listens to the voicemails, and what? Goes out for a jog to get away? Something doesn’t add up still.” Sam looked around the room, He was trying to fill the emptiness. “Why was the door still open? Why was the whiskey bottle left? Y/N doesn’t seem like she would leave a few drinks behind, let alone keep her door wide open.”

“She doesn’t have much here.” Dean gestured to the mostly empty apartment. “I don’t even see anything that could help with lore…” He spun around, still searching for an answer.

Sam walked to the front door, his fingers tracing along the side of it. “Dean look,” he pointed to the splinter in the door. “Forced entry. Y/N was kidnapped.”

Low and quick little breaths quickly filled your lungs. Your vision was blurry, time seeming to move slow as if you needed this torture to drag out any longer. Randy had circled you repeatedly to the point it was making you dizzy. His newest form of torture was not doing anything but watch you from different angles.

“Y/N, I need you to stay with me a little longer. Just a little bit I promise it will all end soon.” He lifted your face and looked into your half open eyes, and spoke clear and slow so you would understand. “Your heart beat is so quiet. Have I been too rough on you?” He let your head drop again and listened to the soft noise you made as it hit the ground. He licked the blood off his finger. “I’m not ready for you to die yet.”

Randy tapped his finger on his chin. A knock on the door brought him back to the real world and away from his overly imaginative brain of his. “Come in.” He yelled waving his thoughts away.

Another vampire entered the room slowly. “Uh- Randy?” he asked, his voice shaky. “The thing you asked for is here.” Randy gave a few nods before he left the room, and you.

Sam and Dean had tracked your cell phone to a remote little house in the middle of nowhere. They slammed their doors shut and rounded the car to the trunk. Dean propped the part that hid their true life open with a sawed-off shotgun as he searched weapons to fight with.

“So what are we thinking? Is it vamps?” Dean tossed around a machete in his hands. “Or, practically anything else?” He set the knife down and reached for his handy little gun. He checked the chamber to make sure it was full before closing it and looking at his brother.

Sam sighed, “All of the above? I don’t even know what we’re going into. We should have done more research.”

“Geek.” Dean instantly responded to it. “You’re right. We weren’t exactly thinking rationally here. It was a ‘get here as fast as we can kinda moment.” Dean leaned against his car. “Okay let’s think. Vampires are what brought her to this town before. What’s to say that it wasn’t them who took her? Demons don’t hold a grudge against her-“

“Unless they found out we know her.” Sam butted in, “But they’d be surrounding the place and this place seems” They both looked around. “…empty.”  

Sam and Dean both reached for their blades, pocketing them both so they were at the ready. Wordlessly packing their guns full of ammo. Dean slammed the trunk door shut and looked over the house before them.

It was massive. It reminded Dean of the first time he met you. A giant house in the middle of nowhere, termite infested wood, windows broken out, fields of nothing surrounding the area. “Okay. Let’s go.”

You crawled yourself to the wall, propping yourself up and looking around the room. It was strangely clean, not even a drop of your blood was on the floor. You sighed, trying to gain bearing of where you were and what was going on. An I.V. poked into your arm, feeding you the nutrients you needed to even sit here.

Now that Randy was gone you were gaining consciousness. The world was spinning less. You could hear a few thuds from outside the door. But you waved it off and ignored the noises, passing them off as something Randy must be up to. Maybe more of his Vamps not agreeing with his standards.

Randy came in the door, out of breath and a bit shaken. “It seems we don’t have much time left sweetheart. I guess I have to rush a bit on our plan.” Randy pulled you to your feet and raised you higher. Your toes grazing the floor.

“Randy,“ You choked. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because you let me die. You let these vamps take me and make me one of them. You made me go out on that last hunt with you. You did all of this.” Randy gestured to his whole body with his free hand.

He tightened his grip around your neck. “And there isn’t anything I could ever do to make you feel the hurt and pain that I had to endure to be standing right here with you at my will. Nothing.” He paused. “Except I can turn you. Make you join me. Make you feed on those damned hunters making their way up here right now.”

Your mind raced, ‘Dean? Sam? Are they here to save me? How did they even find me?’

Randy bit into his free arm and raised it above your face. Blood dripped on your lips, “Taste it Y/N,” He ordered and loosened his grip on you so you could finally breathe. Our mouth opened just enough to let a few drops sneak in. It was harsh, bitter, and almost sour.

Dean burst through the door. Blade dripping blood at his sides. Randy dropped you, all his teeth finally baring for all of you to see. “Y/N, you okay?” Dean asked, refusing to take his eyes off of Randy.

“She’s doing perfectly fine. And in a moment, even better than ever.” Randy charged towards Dean so fast that Dean had barely even seen the attack happening. Dean hit his back against the wall, taking the wind out of him for a moment.

You sat coughing trying to throw up the blood in your system before it could affect you in anyway. Randy threw Dean before you in a heap, you hadn’t even watched the fight before you and now a passed-out Dean lay before you.

“Here, drink.” Randy ordered. He waited for you to respond, and when you didn’t he fell to the floor and raised Dean’s arm above you, “Drink!” He yelled. Again, you didn’t respond. But it wasn’t about ignoring him, at this point you didn’t even understand what he was asking you to do.

Suddenly you could hear so many things, and Randy’s yelling was ringing in your ears. Randy bit into Dean’s arm, taking a little drink for himself before forcing your mouth on the deep bite marks oozing blood.

Dean tasted amazing, like nothing you could even describe. You felt yourself filling up, and yet wanting so much more than you were taking. And then your brain kicked in. You were drinking blood. You were drinking Dean’s blood. Dean, who had come here to save you. Dean who had cared enough o track you down, and you were on the verge of draining him dry. You could hear Sam below you, fighting what sounded like the last Vamp in the house other than Randy.

You snatched Dean’s blade from close by and rose your feet. Suddenly overcome with a power that you couldn’t even describe. Randy jumped to his feet laughing, he didn’t even try to defend himself against your attack. You stood over his body watching the blood ooze out of his decapitated head. A smile remained on his face as it rolled away. “Fuck you.” Your voice broke as you tried to yell at him.

Sam kicked the ajar door open, Dean woke up with a start and you stood hovering over the dead body of the one guy in the world you had loved. The one person in the whole world you actually gave a damn about, and you had killed him yourself.

The silence was killing you. Blood was making its way closer to you, seeping through the wood floor. Once more you looked around the room, searching for some way that you could get out other than the door behind you. The door you couldn’t even see.

Seeing no way of a silver lining to your story, you stopped. Once more coming to the realization that you were utterly screwed. You tried to move the chair, but like you had thought, and even seen, it was bolted to the ground. Randy was smart. Randy new you would try your damdest to get out. And he knew all the ways you would try. Hell, he was even a hunter before, he knew how he would try and get out.

“Looks like it’s you and me buddy.” You said to the dead corpse in the room. Randy hadn’t returned yet, and the warm liquid was at your feet now. You sighed, “I’m going to end up just like you most likely. Headless and bleeding out alone.”

“Now, now, now. I wouldn’t do that to you.” A door shut, a latch clicked. “Come on, you don’t think I don’t have a little more respect for you? You are an important person in my life after all Y/N.” Randy whiped the blood from his hands on to a towel. After only leaving a few smudge marks left, he threw the towel at your feet, letting it stop the blood from growing father out.

“I really feel super important right now.” You looked at Randy, suddenly realizing that he was covered in blood. “Looks like someone went on a little murder spree.”

Randy smiled at this, looking down at his clothing. “Worst part is I can’t even drink this crap.” He took off his shirt, showing you his chest and few of the scars that you remembered him getting. You wanted to smile, remembering the good old days where you two would hunt together. But you held back, opting to look at the floor instead.

“You can look you know. It’s not like looking at me will kill you.” He threw his shirt on the ground, “I mean it’s got to be weird.” Randy smiled, his hand dragging against his chest, as if he were admiring it for the first time himself. “I haven’t aged at all and here I stand in front of you. Like a horrible memory.”

You could almost hear the sadness in his voice, but even then, he covered it up well enough with a menacing laugh. He was a big bad Vampire after all, right? He couldn’t show any weakness in front of you. “I’m guessing this is where the torture begins?” You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the tone of his voice.

“You’re very funny Y/N, so very funny.” Randy laughed, that low and deep chuckle that you had known so well. “No. I have so much more planned for you.” He rubbed his hands together, warming them up to prepare what was going to happen to you.

“But your little groupies didn’t seem to like your plan.” You were done laying down, done playing into his hands like putty. You could counter back. You could try and fight even if the light at the end of the tunnel were so very small.

“And they are dead now. Leaves me just with you in this little, well, place.” He gestured to the room around you both. Sill you couldn’t see much. But it was better now that it was just the two of you, and not the crowd from before.

“Where are we Randy.” You asked, finally looking up at him. You could see him for all his glory now. He had his back to you, still a few scars left deeply embedded into his skin. You were the one that covered those cuts, you were the one to sew them up.

“I couldn’t tell you Y/N.” He turned back to you, eyes meeting with yours and holding your stare. “If you ever did manage to break out; which let’s face it might be impossible at this point, I can’t have you knowing my secret hide out.” He was joking with you. Playing a little game of cat and mouse. Except that this was a lot farther down the road than that. You were already caught.

You sighed, “Randy, you’ve got me cornered. I can’t break out. I can’t escape I am all yours. Let’s just…”

“Don’t say get started.” Randy was growing angry. His hands suddenly becoming fists at his side. You could see his muscles stiffen, his jaw clench. “Y/N, don’t you want to play catch up?” He smiled, “I want to hear all about what’s been going on with you. I mean more than you talk about in your little voicemails.” He sat on the floor in front of you, legs crossed, eager to hear you talk.

“Stop.” You begged. You couldn’t even hold it back. Randy had been hitting your nerve long enough. Plus, he was under you now.

“No, they were quite cute.” He placed his hand on your thigh. “How you talked as if it were my voicemail. As if I was going to hear them. How does it feel to actually know I was listening?” He was close now, so close his breath was hitting your face. It smelled of death and decay as he got on his knees.

You smiled, “I guess some part of me knew you were always listening.”

“STOP!” he yelled, his hand squeezing at your thigh with his strong hands. Squeezing enough to leave a bruise. “Just- just.” He let go of his grasp on you, and sat back down. “Anyway. Let’s see where we should start.” Randy tapped on his arm.

His hand trailed up your leg, starting at your ankle. His fingers danced lightly up your legs as if they were about to burn him. You barely felt his touch, and yet you could feel every part of his hands like acid against your skin. He reached your knees after what felt like forever.

“I hurt you, here didn’t I?” He asked as he let his hand fit back to where he had previously squeezed you. “Right here,” He squeezed it once again, “Oh what a nice bruise you’ll have against that fair skin of yours.” He squeezed tighter, eyes jumping from yours to his hand. “How long till you beg me to stop? How long till it hurts?” He progressively squeezed till it felt like he was grasping at your bone. As if with one little movement, it would snap your leg in half.

“There, there it is. The pain in your eyes. That’s all I wanted to see.” His hand left your thigh, and had you had your hands you would have rubbed out the pain, but you couldn’t. You were stuck, your left with the throbbing pain.

Tears were streaming down your face and you didn’t even realize. “That’s a good girl. Now let’s see what else can make that look come back to your face.” Randy stood and walked behind you, you could hear the clanking of metal, ‘chains?’

“Chains.” You sighed, letting your head drop as far as you could. “Go ahead Randy, if it were going to be anyone to kill me I’d prefer it be by your hands.” Your words rang out in the empty room. They lingered in the air, never settling. “Go on Randy.”

Randy let the chains hang from his hand. He looked down at your defeated body. Your words ringing over in his mind. You were cowering in front of him, so weak, so vulnerable. This was what he wanted, a small smile creeped its way on his lips.

“Again.” He whispered. “Say it again.”

“Wha-?” You asked looking up at him. He stood over you, and for the first time ever, he looked scary. “Randy?”

The chains bit into your face so fast you hadn’t even seen them move. Blood poured from your cheek, the sting of the cut suddenly growing unbearable. “What the fuck Randy?” You yelled. You sold hear the chains settling at his side again, the clinking becoming lighter and lighter.

“God that smells fucking delicious.” His finger dragged against your cheek, covering his finger in your blood. “I knew you’d smell so good. You just… had that air about you.” He licked his finger, his teeth showing ever so slightly as he did. “Fucking tastes better than the smell.”

You cringed. “That’s the look, that’s what I wanted to see on you.” He bent down to your level. “You, so strong, so independent. I wanted to see you beg, see you weak, see you hurt. I didn’t think it was possible.” He laughed, “This was all I could ever ask for.”

He forced you head up with his hands, forced you to look at the crazed man before you. No longer was the friend you once had. This was a vampire, and he was not afraid to show you that version of him. He placed a small little kiss on your forehead.

Once more the chains bit into you, this time on your left arm. Blood oozing out before you had a chance to register anything, before you could even scream out in pain. Tears were spilling just as much as your blood was. “Such a waste, all this blood. But I can’t help it. I love seeing you cry like this.” He laughed again.

He bent down at your side, his lips meeting with the gash in your arm. You could feel his teeth tickling you. After a few moments of sucking on your arm, he moved to your cheek, you cringed, attempting to pull away. The feel of the ropes biting into you were no longer painful.

You wanted to remember a good time with Randy. Wanted to be able to picture a time where his lips dancing across your body were positive. When laughter and soft lights were surrounding you. Not like now, not with a dead body behind you. blood pouring from your body.

Randy pulled away, his teeth following suit until he looked just like a normal person with blood covering his lips and face. You were breathing heavy. The tears were no longer falling. “Oh Y/N, don’t stop now.” The chains bit into you once again. More warm blood spilled from your body.

Randy dropped the chains and walked behind you once more. He picked up a new weapon. He rounded you with your machete in his hands. “How would it feel to have the thing you kill all those vamps with cut into you?” The blade danced down your uncut arm. He scratched you with it. “I remember this blade. How many things have you killed with it? It’s got to be in the hundreds now. I mean when we hunted Vamps were rare. But it’s like you’ve had some vendetta against us ever since.”

He sliced, he sucked, he sliced again. “I might have to keep you alive, you taste so good.” His eyes were wide, pupils small. Randy stood. You blade at his side as he took a few steps away.

Your vision was starting to blur. You’d lost so much blood you weren’t sure how much longer you’d be awake. Randy had left all your cuts clean, you blood now covering not only his face, but chest as well.

“Hey Y/N, remember my first hunt? Some ghost or something. You taught me how to lay a thick enough ring of salt to protect anyone. You taught me Iron and Salt work. You even taught me how to pack salt rounds for a shot gun.” He fell to his knees, and held your head up so you could look at him. “While we are walking down memory lane; remember when I got out of the game? When I was free from hunting and happy with whats-her-name? And remember when you roped me back in for one last hunt? And got me killed?”

When you didn’t respond, Randy let his head fall. “The blood loss is probably kicking in...”

He sighed and rose to his feet once more. “I’ll go find someone to take care of your cuts and feed you something. I’m not done with you yet.”

Your face fell, vision falling to your chest as you heard the latch open, the door close, and the latch lock once more. You were so weak you couldn’t even wiggle your toes. ‘I don’t care. Let this be how I die.’ You told yourself. Tears fell from your eyes, making the red spots of blood turn darker for a moment.