Lacerated Sky Chapter 7: Surrender A Supernatural/Vampires: Los Muertos Cross-over by Laurel (Sailorhathor) Chapters: 7 of ? Rating: Overall, Adult17+ for graphic sexual situations, sometimes in a threesome; vampirism; some gore; and bad language. Dates: This chapter was written in January-February 2009. Word Count: 4,593 Simpsons Ref Summary: Sam is turned into a vampire... with sexy results! Serious Summary: The vampire stalking Dean, Sam, and Lenore steps up her game, forcing Sam and Lenore to make a difficult decision. Timeline: Alternate Universe after the Supernatural episode "Bloodlust." Warnings: This chapter, incestuous overtones (Vampire!Sam/Dean) and vampirism/blood drinking. Additional pairings for this chapter: brief Dean/OFC's. Lenore drops the C-bomb. Contains spoilers for several episodes of Supernatural, especially the second season up to "Bloodlust." Betas: Currently unbeta'ed Author's Notes: Told from Dean's POV. I promise, this is a cross-over with the Vampires movies, but those characters won't be showing up for a while. You'll have to sit through some more sexy vamp biting and graphic sex first. Awwwww... sucks to be you. I'm sorry it's been such a long time since the last chapter. Real life got in the way and I have no idea where the time went. It go zoom. The title of this story comes from the lyrics of the Slayer song "Raining Blood."         I don't remember a lot about the next few hours.         I know I made my way back to our room, and it was snowing again, but not as much as it had before. I remember the cold flakes drifting into my face, and lifting my hand to catch some, in a trance. And I remember seeing flakes fall into my hand and dissolve in smears of Tia's blood.         I recall looking down at myself and seeing her blood all over the front of my shirt through the stark white flurries, and what a drastic contrast it was, all that pure white and murderous red.         They had gone out of their way to help me save Sam and Lenore. And they had died for it.         I felt responsible. I was in shock.         Although the vampire had drained Tia of a great deal of her blood, she had still been covered with quite a bit of it down her front. For all I knew, it was mostly Jimmy's blood. At that thought, an instant mental picture slammed itself into my mind of Tia holding her boyfriend's dead, limp body, crying over him, his blood getting all over her clothes, his head lolled back, eyes half open. Tia's hands running through his curly hair. "No, no, no," she sobs. Then the vampire yanks her back by her hair and growls, sinking her fangs into Tia's neck.         It could have happened like that. It probably happened like that.         As I got to our door, another mental picture taunted me, played on my guilt - it was the vampire, laughing at me, licking blood from her lips. She points to the bed, which is covered in Jimmy's blood. "Look how much I wasted," she snickers. "One vampire can't eat all that."         It offended me that the bitch had wasted so much of their blood. Like they weren't all worthy of her, that they were just throwaways. She hadn't gone after them for food anyway. She had gone after them because they were associated with me. Making meals of them was just a shrug; Why not, as long as I'm here.         We were lucky that the parking lot was empty, because I must've stood outside the door for a good two or three minutes, mulling all this over to myself, hands and shirt still stained with blood. If someone had seen me...         For some reason, Tia's words kept playing themselves through my head. She had said the vampire was beautiful. That got a snippet of conversation I had heard somewhere playing on repeat in my mind; at the time, I couldn't place who had said it or who they were talking about. But in retrospect, I see that this was my mind's way of trying to figure it out, to tell me who we were dealing with. It was right on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't get it. Not yet.         "She was beautiful. I can still see her, you know? The way she was?" someone had said. "I can still see her... I can still see her... she was beautiful. The way she was."         This is what I was thinking about when I finally entered our room.         "Gee, Dean, you were gone a long time. Were they still asleep or - " That's when Lenore gasped loud enough to send a chill up my spine.         I looked up, dazed, seeing Lenore with a towel in her hand that she'd been running through her wet hair. Her mouth hung open in shock. Sammy was coming out of the kitchen area with one of those alarmed puppy dog expressions on his face that make him look like he's about fourteen years old again.         "Dean," he said, trying not to panic, "are you okay? There's blood all over your..."         "It's not mine," I instantly replied. My voice sounded shaky, far away. I had asked for their help. They were only there because of me.         "Tia and the others... are they..." Sam started to rush for the door.         "Don't go over there," I told him. "They're all dead. You shouldn't see it." All that blood, the smell of it; it would only drive him crazy.         Lenore let out a remorseful moan. "Oh, God..."         Sam closed and locked the door. I hadn't even been coherent enough to shut it behind me. If I had only been able to handle the situation on my own, they wouldn't have been needed, the vampire wouldn't have seen them around us so much. Tia's friends wouldn't have even driven in. Practically followed the snowplows up, oh how we'd laughed about that, followed the snowplows up to eagerly walk right into their own deaths. "What happened?" Sam croaked.         I absently pointed to him. "The one who turned you... she's following us."         Lenore growled out, "The vampire who murdered Eli?"         Nodding, I continued, "She ambushed them. Killed them in small groups. Tia was barely alive; she told me everything, and then..." I spread out my bloody hands and looked at them. "...she died in my arms."         Tears of a dizzying spiral of emotions stood in Sam's eyes. "Oh, Christ."         He hadn't spent as much time with them as I had; at least, not coherent time, but Sam had to feel bad for what had happened to Tia and the others. The guilt was all mine, though. I had asked them to help us.         Seething and hissing, Lenore ranted, "That cunt, she was right here. I bet she's still in the area. I want to find her and tear her head off. She destroyed my family. She destroyed everything." Her vampire teeth came out. She was panting with anger.         "Lenore, calm down," Sam said with concern.         I knew Lenore's recovery was too quick. Of course she still had feelings for the life she left behind, and rage at the person who had taken it all away.         As did I.         Sam just tried to keep us all together. He started pulling up on my shirt. "Dean, take this off. When the police come, they might want to question the rest of the tenants. You can't be wearing this when they come."         I dutifully let him take the shirt off me. Something had disconnected in my mind; I just couldn't pull myself together.         "Now wash your hands. Dean, come over here and wash your hands." Sam took my arm and put a guiding hand on my back; we headed over to the kitchen sink.         Lenore began to pace the room. "We can track her by her scent. I'm sure if we picked it up again, we could find her. We'll start at their room and follow it. I get to be the one to cut off her head." She was hard to understand with those fangs out, but Sam and I both got the gist of what she was saying.         Sam turned on the water and put my hands underneath the faucet. He pointed to the dish soap. "Wash," he said, and headed in Lenore's direction.         As I was lathering up my hands, dazedly watching the suds turn pink, Sam took Lenore by the shoulders and gave her a little shake. "Lenore, get a hold of yourself."         "We can get her now, Sam! She couldn't have gone far. In fact, she has to be watching us. We can finally get her for what she did!"         "I understand that you want revenge, and I agree that she's too dangerous to be allowed to live, but we can't go off half cocked, Lenore. We need to stay calm and come up with a plan." My back was to them, but I imagine Sam was touching her hair, stroking her arm, whatever he could do to soothe her. "This vampire could have friends. Someone could be helping her. And she's obviously got some kind of vendetta against us. Everything about this screams proceed with caution."         "But we can't let her get away!"         "She won't. We've got her scent. She made a mistake coming into the area, because now we can use it to track her from here."         The water ran over my fingers. I watched the pink suds go down the drain.         Lenore was saying, "Yeah, you're right," and then Sam coaxed her into putting away the extra teeth. I watched the water run over my hands until what went down the drain was clear. Eventually, I became aware that Sammy was standing next to me, hand on my back again.         He poured a little more dish soap into my hand. "You've got some here," he said, touching the underside of his chin.         Tia's face buried in my neck -         I quickly lathered the area. Sam looked. "You got it all," he confirmed, speaking in the type of slow, soothing tone reserved for children and simpletons. Then he put his fingers under the flow of water, held them up, and flicked them in my face. Droplets sprayed in my eyes. I flinched. Sammy chuckled, but when I just stared at him, his smile faded. "Dean, are you okay? Talk to me."         Inside, I was screaming. No sound came out of my mouth yet; I just stared. His face drooped like a hound dog. "Rinse it off," Sam instructed, and pushed my head toward the sink. I splashed water on my chin until it was clean.         When I turned around, I suddenly sprang forward, grabbing the back of one of the kitchen chairs, and lifted it above my head. Sam's mouth fell open as I slammed the chair against the floor. One of the legs broke off and twirled end over end in the air, clanging to the kitchen floor with a hollow sound. "I asked for their help!" I heard myself cry. The chair came up again. "They only wanted to help us, and I got them killed for it!"         Before I could bring the chair down against the floor, Sam grabbed it and wrestled with me until I let it go. Next thing I knew, I was on my knees, arms wrapped around my brother, sobbing into his shoulder. "Seven people, seven human lives, they're all dead because of me," I was saying. Lenore rushed over, and then she was stroking my hair and the side of my face, shaking her head.         They walked me over to a bed and we sat on the end of it, one of them on either side of me, holding me, stroking my face and hair, telling me no, it wasn't my fault. I just cried and accepted their comfort. Lenore stroked one of my thighs. I kept saying, "I asked them to help us," but I wasn't fully aware of it. I could just feel their hands soothing me, her lips kissing my cheek and his on my temple. At some point, Sammy had begun to cry too. He's so emotional.         Sam got up, rifled in his bag, and produced a prescription bottle of pills. The pills I simultaneously dreaded and revered, the killer muscle relaxants! A doctor had prescribed them for Sammy after the car wreck, where he strained his neck. Sometimes it bothered him. He still had half the bottle left, at least, and a couple times when I'd hurt myself on a case, I took one. These things were like a Swedish massage in a bottle. So nice. So relaxing. And loosened me up so much that I'd go right to sleep. I mean, you'd think somebody slipped me a roofie with how quickly and deeply I'd drop off. Sammy knew that; that's why he offered me one now. After what had happened, I needed to escape for a while. Seven human lives, ended overnight. I took the pill without a second thought.         They coaxed me off to sleep. First, they got me to lie down. Then Lenore laid behind me and ran her fingers softly through my hair while Sam sat on the opposite bed and just watched me drift off, giving me those hangdog looks.         I don't know how long I'd been asleep when I first woke up to them having an intense but hushed conversation on the other side of the room. The muscle relaxant had me happily disoriented, so the things they were saying didn't make sense to me until later.         "We can't do that, Sam," she whispered harshly.         "But I'm telling you, Lenore, I remember coming up behind him now. The things that happened while we were out, aren't they coming back to you yet?"         She paused, then sighed. "Yes, a bit, but - "         "It's better if we do it now." Now he paused, to punctuate whatever his point was with a meaningful look. "You know I'm right."         I drifted back to sleep.         The next time I awakened, I saw Sam sullenly packing his duffel bag on the other bed. He eventually noticed that my eyes were half-open and watched me for a few seconds, a look of rising panic on his face. Was I awake? Did I know what he was doing? But again, I fell back asleep fairly quickly.         Some time later, I came awake again when the door was opened. I blearily opened my eyes to see Lenore scurry out the door and Sam start to go out after her.         "Where goin'?" I asked in my half-awake state.         Sam started, eyes going wide. He looked at me with sad, guilty eyes. "Going to take care of a couple of things. But we'll be back. You sleep, okay?" Sam went out, shutting the door behind him.         At that moment, I was too out of it to think how strange it was that they were just going out for a supposedly short time, but with packed bags slung over their shoulders.         I don't know how much time went by before I sat up in bed with a gasp, suddenly awake, coming out of some nightmare I now can't remember. The room was quiet. The sun had gone down outside. Several hours had passed since the muscle relaxant had knocked me on my ass, then.         Sam and Lenore were not back. Holy crap, I had slept all day and they still weren't back.         That's when I spotted the note on the table, propped up against the salt shaker. As I had a bad feeling about it, I crossly snatched the note up and read it with growing dread. Dean, I know this isn't what you want, but Lenore and I have to do what's best for you. The events that took place while we were snowed in have been slowly coming back to us over the last few days. We almost killed you. I know you don't want to admit that to yourself or to us, so we have to do the tough thing here since you can't. The fact that we are now being followed by a vampire who obviously has some sort of vendetta against us only makes this more dangerous for you. We can't allow you to be hurt because of what we are. I can't allow it. By the time you wake up, we'll be long gone. It's best if we don't travel together anymore. Lenore and I can take care of ourselves. We'll lead the vampire away from you, and you'll be safe. I'll call and let you know how we are from time to time, okay? I'm sorry. I love you. Please don't try to follow us. Sammy         The first thing I did was run outside into the cold night air and scan the parking lot, frantic. I heard myself saying, "You didn't... you didn't... oh Christ, please be out here," under my breath. Part of me hoped that my memory of the two of them leaving the room was recent enough that they would still be in the parking lot, just about to leave, and I could catch them. I'd drag them back in if I had to and give them what for just for thinking of doing such a crazy thing.         But I stood out there alone, the cold wind blowing through my hair and chilling my bare chest, feet also bare in the frigid snow, panting with the effort of controlling my anger and panic at the thought that I may never see them again.         How could they just walk away? Even if they thought it was for my own good, how could they ever walk away from me? To be so callous as to think I could live without them that easily...         How could he ever leave me... again?         I tried to ignore the bite of the wind on my skin and the numbness in my feet and focus on these enhanced senses Lenore had described, these effects I had been feeling from being the lover of a vampire. But I was not a vampire, and I could not track their scent the way they could with me. I must've stood out there in the cold with my eyes closed for a good five minutes, just trying to get their scent, to figure out which way they had gone. But nothing came. The trail was cold.         I would have to find them some other way. They wouldn't escape me so easy. The only problem was that Sam knew all our tricks, and he would try to sabotage them every way he could.         At least they had left me the Impala, probably stealing someone else's car.         As I was standing out there, just about to give up, I felt something. But it was not Sam and Lenore. The longer I focused on it, the more I realized just how close the source of this feeling was. It was so close, my eyes flew open and I gasped, looking all around.         She was watching me. The vampire.         I scanned the parking lot, the trees beyond; I could not see her. The realization came to me that Sam and Lenore's plan hadn't worked at all. She had not followed them. No, her plan was to stay right here. Once she'd gorged herself on the blood of Jackie and Cam, she'd probably come after me. It would be foolish of me to believe otherwise. Of course. The vampire was going to stalk me. Sam and Lenore, with their vampire strength, would have been a good match for her, but how would I fare by myself?         And what if she brought in some of her friends? Everyone, come one, come all, to the free buffet! Help me take out the vampire hunter!         I have to admit, I felt a bit apprehensive at the thought.         I didn't want to panic and go off half cocked, but I had to do something to protect myself. If I ran, she would follow; the vamp already had my scent. Should I run anyway? Should I call in reinforcements? Would I just be putting others in danger by asking them to come? Or should I call ahead, tell Bobby to be ready with a full army, and take her to them?         I rushed inside and locked the door behind me, then tried to warm myself while thinking it over. My mind had been so preoccupied that I didn't totally realize just how cold I had gotten, standing out there half-naked like an idiot. Wrapped in blankets, sitting on the bed, I made a mental checklist of things I would need for the trip, and came up with a plan of how I'd make it to the Impala without being taken out. I'd need a distraction for the vampire, a crossbow with arrows soaked in dead man's blood, a sharp machete at the ready...         It was then that I was struck with an overwhelming sense of loneliness so strong that it brought tears to my eyes. Sammy should have been there, planning this with me. It was such a constant, something we did almost every day, and no matter how this came out, we might never do it again. What if he eluded me forever? What if by the time I found him, Sammy would be lying in a ditch somewhere with his head separated from his body, a hunted creature found?         I couldn't help it. So many conflicted, frightened emotions scattered through my head, I couldn't help but weep, lying on my side on the bed, just cry and get it all out.         I didn't realize I had fallen asleep until I had the nightmare. The prescription drug was still in my system, and I was still pretty exhausted. It was stupid, but it just happened, and I was lucky that the vampire didn't try to get me while I was out.         In the dream, she broke into my room with a whole group of vampires at her side. Their faces were indistinct, except for three of the girls... they were Tia, Jackie, and Cam. They grabbed me, and I struggled, but they were all stronger than me; there was nothing I could do against them. The girls began stripping off my clothes and biting me all over. My wrists, the insides of my thighs; one bit me in the side between my hip and upper chest... and her, the head vampire, if you will, yanked my hair back and hissed, then sunk her fangs into my neck.         I looked down, moaning and writhing, to see Cam with her black lipstick crawling up between my legs. She said, "You have the most beautiful smile, Dean," and then took my cock in her mouth. I felt her fangs sink deeply into my dick, heard her sucking, then I drowned out the sound with my own scream of pain and surrender.         If I had to go on without Sam, I didn't want to live anymore. I would just let them have me.         As you can guess, I awakened suddenly then, a little aroused. So help me, the thought of surrendering myself to them turned me on. In retrospect, it was probably some sort of vampire thrall she had me under. My first thought was to just go to the door, open it, and wait for her to come.         Then I realized that it was not only the nightmare that had awakened me. The doorknob was rattling. Someone was trying to get in.         I only had seconds before the door opened, so I quickly leaned over and reached into my bag, sitting on the floor by the bed, and grabbed the first weapon my hand fell upon. It was a crossbow. Not loaded, so it was useless, but still, looked cooler than if I had grabbed my hair gel by mistake!         But the people I saw through the sight were not Stalky the Vampire and her cadre of recent recruits.         It was Sam and Lenore.         Sammy looked apologetic and nearly sick with regret. I've seen that troubled expression on his face a hundred times. Eyes sad and boyish, mouth fidgety while he tries to think of what he wants to say. For her own part, Lenore also looked sorry, but in a way like she knew this was going to happen. Like she wasn't surprised they were back, and only felt unsure of my reaction.         Sam didn't say anything at first. He swallowed hard, looking at me.         I lowered the crossbow a bit. I'm quite sure that my gaze was steely and lips tight with anger, because that's how I felt at the moment. Just came waltzing back without a phone call or nothing, even used his fucking key. I guess a part of him knew he might chicken out and come back, since he kept that key. "Well... you decided to return?"         Lenore broke the ice. "You decided to shoot us with an imaginary crossbow bolt?"         Face. She got me.         I had barely put the crossbow down when Sammy rushed over and got on his knees in front of me, putting his hands on my thighs. Not in a sexual way, mind you, but in a posture that was familiar from childhood. Me, sitting on the bed, and Sam, with his elbows on my knees, listening to me bullshit about one thing or another, telling him stories and summarizing what happened on the late movie he wasn't allowed to stay up to watch. We went through the entire plot of the Kolchak movie where he battles the headless biker that way. Sam adopting the posture now simultaneously brought up good memories and hurt feelings, after what he'd done.         "Dean, I'm so sorry that we left. It was the wrong thing to do. We only did it because we thought we were protecting you."         Closing the door, Lenore said, "The vampire didn't follow us." She moved the curtains aside to peer out at the parking lot, and then began packing my stuff at a frenzied pace.         Sam agreed with her. "No, we totally lost her trail the further we moved away from this hotel."         He opened his mouth to say more, but I filled it in. "She stayed here. She's been watching me. Planning something."         "That's why we've got to get out of here now," Lenore declared, heading into the kitchen to see what we needed there.         Sam took advantage of the moment to apologize some more. "I'm sorry if... if we hurt you, Dean. We just... I just... the further we got away, the more I knew that... I just couldn't leave you behind. I felt drawn back here. That I wasn't home unless you were with me."         Wow, that was deep. I added, "Our lives have been turned upside down. But we're stronger if we're in this together, right?"         Sammy nodded with enthusiasm and relief.         "It's okay, little brother." With a confident sniff, I put on my best unshakable look. All squared jaw and arrogant smirk. "You thought you were doing the right thing."         He leaned up and gave me a big, grateful hug. I lovingly patted his back. Of course he was forgiven; he's my Sammy, right? I heard him say, "I'm glad we got back here before the vampire did anything to you," and then he leaned back, and our eyes met.         And it was one of the weirdest moments of my life. So help me, what felt like the most natural thing to do was for us to kiss. We didn't, I mean, we just looked at each other with this awkward air between us, poised with our mouths close together and closing the distance, and then stopped and just stared, wondering if the other felt what was there.         My eyes darted around, and then Sam's eyes went to and fro, and thankfully, Lenore broke our trance by giving Sam a little shove. "Sam, pack," she said. Then she pushed my shoulder. "You too. Get dressed, we've got to leave."         Sammy cleared his throat and looked anywhere but in my eyes, getting up off his knees.         "I know we're not exactly in the best situation here, but why are you so crazed, Lenore?" I asked her as I stood and looked for a clean shirt.         "Two reasons." Putting a pot under her arm to leave her hands free, she ticked off her explanations on her fingers. "Because we have a perfect window of opportunity to get out of here unscathed, and, before we came in here, Sam and I saw something that made things a whole lot more dangerous for us."         "What are you talking about?"         As he helped Lenore pack the household things, Sam told the story as well. "After we left, we put in an anonymous call to the police about Tia and the others. We couldn't just leave them dead in there, you know? There's a news crew outside right now, interviewing the police. The vampire wouldn't do anything with all those people out there."         "The coroner's team just brought the bodies out." Lenore put a shirt into my hands, urging me to get ready and listen at the same time. "We saw it as we were driving in. What the vampire did, it wasn't just about killing our helpers. Dean, she's stacking the deck in her favor."         A bad feeling sunk down into my stomach like a stone. "Oh God... you're not saying..." My dream hadn't been that far off.         Lenore nodded somberly. "We counted them. The coroner only brought out four bodies." Chapter 8 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | Lacerated Sky Chp 7 (c) 2006+ Demented Stuff/The Pleasure of the People Supernatural is (c) 2005+ Kripke Enterprises, Wonderland, & Warner Brothers/The CW Television. Back to it's so WRONG or Back to El Enciclopedia de Vampirica Comment on this chapter on LiveJournal Comment on this chapter by e-mail