--Alright guys this is just a filler so I didn't have an odd number in my series but it is no way shape or form meaningless. I wanted to do this fic, I just had to add a few people and change a couple of plot points. I've brought up the finnikey writers thing and I'll do it again!--


"NO! NO PLEASE I BEGGED!" Dean screamed, pulling at the chains above his head. Annie and the others walked closer, their fangs bared, their eyes that strange luminescent color. "I'll be good! I swear I'll do whatever you ask just please don't hurt me anymore!" Annie grinned and shook her head back and forth.

"Dean all I want from you is your blood," She said. Dean began to sob, his aching, bleeding body trying desperately to get the chains above him to break. His torso was bared against these monsters, again. They had been coming at him for days now, their teeth latching into his skin, sucking out his blood, his life. It was so painful. Each time their fangs stabbed him white hot agony jumped through him.

The skin on his wrists was raw, bleeding, but he continued to pull as hard as his body would allow, just to get away from these things.

Annie was close to him now, she always bit him first. She had first dibs on him, like he was property, or food. And he was.

"Annie please," Dean pleaded, quivering. "Let me go please, I just want…" Annie made a clicking sound with her tongue.

"Dean it doesn't matter what you want. What matters is what I want. And do you know what I want?" Dean closed his eyes for a moment, tears sliding down his cheeks. Annie put her mouth directly next to his neck, among the many other bites she had inflicted on him there. "This," She whispered. Dean screamed. Her teeth were inside him, draining him physically, and mentally.

The others were on him now, biting any bare part of him they could get their hands on. He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to look at these things as they fed off of him. His blood soaked jeans were ripped at the thigh as one of them latched onto his leg.

"AHH! NUAHHAH! PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP!" He screamed. Annie laughed and bit him harder. "PLEASE LET GO! LET ME GO!"

His strength was draining, his tense muscles relaxing against his will. Cold sweat covered his body, dripping with the torrents of blood. Annie lifted her head and stared at him, her face soaked in his blood. She grinned at him and kissed him, smearing his own blood on his face.

"Don't worry Dean," She said. "You can only live through this for so long," She smiled and backed away. Dean could still feel the other women drinking from him, on his arms, his back and his stomach.

"Please," He cried softly. "Stohop," Their hands were dancing up and around his body, causing goosebumps and more pain as their long, razor sharp nails snagged on his other wounds. Annie snapped her fingers and they let go. He sobbed harder than he had been, from both pain and relief.

"We'll be back Dean," She threatened. "Or at least, I will," She walked out the door with the rest of the vampires and shut the door behind them. The room around him became pitch black, as it always did when they left. He trembled in the darkness, crying.

"Help, L-Lauren…S-Sammy," He moaned and tilted his head back, wincing in the anguish that pulsated through him. "Uhuh, please, save m-m-me. S-somebody…"

Three Days Earlier…

The car swung into the parking lot, sending gravel flying in every direction. The engine roared as a result of the force the driver was putting on the gas pedal. The car screeched to a halt, causing several onlookers to scowl at the sound. The driver didn't care, he was in a hurry, a panicked hurry that blocked out all sound and almost all of his sight, he supposed it was the amazing amount of adrenaline pumping through his veins.

He shoved the car door open, receiving a groan in complaint from the hinges. He slammed the door closed behind him and darted for the motel room door. He passed the red Ferrari and Chevelle with barely a glance. He reached the door, the gold number three almost smirking at him at its curves, telling him he'd lost. That he'd lost the most important thing in the world. And in reality he had. He pounded his fist on the door, ignoring the throbbing in his busted lip. Seconds passed but they felt like years. He hit the door again repeatedly, this time with more ferocity.

"Hang on a second!" Someone on the other side yelled. The door swung open, the brown eyes that met him instantly sparked with worry.

"Sam what's wrong?" Maggie asked. "And what happened to your face?" Sam didn't answer and pushed past her. Lauren was sitting on the bed holding Caitlyn, a bottle in the baby's mouth. "Sammy what's the matter?" Maggie asked again.

"Where's Dean?" Lauren asked, the echo of the smile she had moments ago had faded into a dark scowl, the protective one.

"They took him," Sam said. "Those bitches took him,"

"The vampires?" Maggie asked. "I thought they were gonna be easy to handle.

"These aren't what we're used to dealing with," Sam said stiffly. "They're…different,"

"Dean's gone?" Lauren said, anger in her bright blue eyes. She pushed her hair out of her face. "And those…those things took him? Why?" Sam shook his head.

"I have no idea, maybe they work for Lillith," He suggested. "She's been out to get me for this long,"

"Take what you care about most," Maggie said. Lauren stood and placed Caitlyn in her playpen gently. Sam watched the tenderness she had for her daughter disappear and turn to stone and determination in a second. "What happened?" She asked.

"So vampires huh?" Dean asked. Sam nodded. The Impala glided across the road toward where the nest was supposed to be. Dean made a sharp right onto a dirt road usually looked over by passing drivers. The recent spring rain left the road muddy and Dean winced. "Remind me to stop by a car wash after this," He said. Sam smiled and gave a small laugh. "So how much of a cake walk we talkin' here?"

"A big one. From what I can tell there are only about three of them,"

"I was wrong," Sam said to Lauren. "I was so wrong," He bowed his head and started talking again.

Dean popped open the trunk and stared down into it, deciding which machete he should use, the longer one or the shorter one. "Three huh? This should take about ten minutes," He said with a smirk, deciding on the longer one and weighed it in his hands. Sam took the other and nodded.

"Yeah, pretty easy," He said. Dean turned and looked at the rundown shack. "Man you'd figure they could find nicer places than where the Beverly Hillbillies used to live," He said, grimacing. He started walking toward the house, signaling the talking was over and it was time to kick some ass.

He reached the front of the house, Sam joining him seconds later. Dean turned the rusted knob and winced when it squeaked. He pushed it open quietly and entered in a stealth like manner. Sam turned around to make sure no one was following them and followed him in.

"I thought there were only a few," Sam said, shaking his head. "I swear I did but, there were so many. They were everywhere, I couldn't fight them all at once," He buried his face in his hands. "One hit me, hard. I passed out. I didn't mean to but I did, and when I woke up, Dean was gone, so were they. I came here after that. The car keys were on the floor. I don't know where…" He trailed off and swallowed. Maggie rested her hand on his shoulder.

"We'll find him Sam," She said.

Lauren started to feel dizzy, her head started to throb. She backed up to the bed and sat down. "Vision," She breathed before collapsing onto the bed.

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