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This has probably been done about twenty times before, but I'm new to Supernatural Fanfiction and haven't really read any for about a year. If I get any facts wrong feel free to bite my head off so I can change it or get it right the next time. Reeeead on!

Title: Face the Shadow
Author: Gray Aibou
Rating: T
Summary: Captured by vampires, they turned Dean, before Sam's very eyes as he struggled with his every last ounce of strength. Now a terrible choice follows, do the Unthinkable?

Disclaimer: I don't own Sam, but I own Dean. He's mine, STAY AWAY

- Face the Shadow-

Chapter 1

Prologue

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They were both tied tightly, their hands wrapped around the wooden post brusquely. Red cloth, gagging their mouths. Sam had bruises arms and torso, bumps on his head. He could taste the familiar coppery taste of blood on his lips and tongue, and through his eyes he surveyed the darkness panic stricken. He didn't have an ounce of knowledge where he was, how he got there, and why he was there, but the amount of desire he had for that knowledge was killing him, for all he knew he was at death's edge

Dean was next to him tied exactly the way Sam was with his arms wrapped around the base of the post. His head was dropped downwards, his eyes closed somewhat peacefully, but Sam could see the cuts and assorted bruises all over his lean body. His breathing looked normal, mechanical as his head hung lowly; Sam stared at him worried for a few second and tried to speak through the gag.

It was far too tight; all that came out was a muffled whisper.

He looked around the room hysterically, his breathing becoming faster. Everything was dark and blurred, the only thing he could see was three shafts of navy blue and silver light filtering through some cracks in the wooden roof. It was freezing cold, and his arms tingling numbly. He tried to shout again, and failed

So he sat there, his sense of isolation and defeat becoming apparent at last. There was no way of escaping, judging by the thick lead chains on the only door. They had been put here with the intention of not getting out no matter what happened, they were a prize, a possession of somewhat great importance. He was quiet unhappy that their expense had brought someone or something utter joy and satisfaction, like a pair of large fish being pulled out a lake

He was roused In and out of painful sleep, exhaustion or maybe even his subconscious mind, knowing that unconsciousness could mean his imminent death if something were to sneak up on him in his stupor. But then another part of his brain, longing for the bitter sweet ignorance of pain only found in slumber, cooed him away gently into his dreams. Dreams rudely interrupted and disturbed by premonitions and nightmares shouting and flashing around his mind in a whirlwind like vortex of horror. When his eyes finally did flash open for a time he could not count, he fought against the immense desire to close them again, trying to stay alert as longing for sleep numbed and dulled his senses. Minutes melted away and became hours. He sat there, trembling from the cold and dread rushing through him. Then there was an almost silent foot fall outside, and then a loud clinking of chains as the door was unlocked.

And at least ten figures walked in, all taking a place around the dark room. One of them put on a fluorescent light above them, and Sam realised it was an abandoned house, still with paintings and ornaments on the walls, covered in thick blankets of dust. He saw the figures clearly now, three woman seven men, all smirking coldly and triumphantly. A satisfied look in their eyes, he could see the pearly white fangs jutting slightly from their lips and he pushed himself against the pole with his feet as he realised they were vampires.

"This one's awake!" One woman exclaimed with a cruel smile, her pale eyes glittering in the ruins of the old house. One male figure bent in front of Sam on his knees and smiled at the line of sweat trickling down Sam's face, he gave an empty and shallow laugh as he watched him push farther against the wall.

"Not much to say about this one" Another said, jerking a thumb at the limp Dean, Sam stared agitatedly at the slack body of his brother. "Sleeps like a rock" He sniggered again

A third male strode up to the unconscious Dean and smirked at him evilly, then without any warning he thrust his booted foot forwards into Dean's face. Sam gave a cry of panic from behind the gag as Dean moaned and rolled his head back, shuffling his weight as blood trickled from his bust forehead. He began to awaken, his gleaming eyes blinking slowly open, focusing on the smiling fanged face before him

Sam saw his eyes widen in apparent shock, and turn to Sam in terror.

Another blonde woman knelt by Dean's face, and stroked it with her finger, brushing his skin with her nail. He turned his head away in disgust, but she just grinned enthusiastically. She gave the others an explanatory gaze and they all nodded, she grinned harder as she bared her fangs with a complementary hiss. Dean gritted his teeth and exhaled quickly, her bitter sweet breath on his face, swiftly rushing against his eyes and nose and creeping inside his lungs revoltingly. She smirked coyly and then moved back slightly, for a moment Dean was relieved but then fought the feeling off. He crooked his neck away from her at an angle and eyed her as she moved

She placed each hand on his shoulders and leaned him over a little, exposing his throat and neck. He didn't at all like the way she coiled her body like a snake over him, didn't like her freezing cold hands grasping his skin like death itself. He was sure those hands had cracked a few necks, ripping a few bones apart and aided in the drinking of blood. He shuddered and he threw his body against her but she was too strong, his eyes flared wide as he realized what was going to happen.

Dean fought against her iron hard grip, holding him still as she found a bare spot on his neck. Sam shouted as loud as he could, it was still muffled through the cloth but it did make a loud noise. The others eyed him at the rude interruption furiously, hatred and loathing glowing in their icy eyes

One stepped up to him and slammed a hard knuckled fist into his cheek, Sam's eyes rolled and closed as he gave a final gasp of pain and let darkness claim him.

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"Come on we're getting you outta here…"

"No…where's…Dean?"

"Dean?..."

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Sam shot up from his bed with a start, his eyes wide and his skin covered in sweat. He stared at the cream coloured roof above him and the friendly walls, his eyes narrowing in confusion. The blankets were twisted around his legs and torso as he fitted in his dreams through the night. He could feel sunlight on his face as it streamed through the shutters on the window next to him.

He turned his head slowly around the room for any signs of life. On a bedside table across the room was some half finished orange juice and a pair of boots against the wall. He could see no Dean, but maybe Dean was in another room, for a few long minutes it didn't disturb him that he didn't know at all where he was. His mind was too foggy and dull from sleep; he placed a hand to his head and gave a long staggering sigh.

He stood up, pushing down the blankets back onto the bed. He looked down at his body and realised he was still in a baggy brown top and jeans…and there were bruises all over his chest. His heart started to thump faster as he finally understood it wasn't a dream. What he remembered the following night was real, every last dark and foggy detail were all miserably true. Which meant Dean could still be with the vampires if he himself had not been rescued. Sam had to know for sure if he was okay. He ran out of the room and down a hall, then burst into a dark kitchen where someone he had never seen before was sitting, hands clasped together and eyes closed in thought. They flickered open when Sam entered and stared at him

"Who-Where-How did-" Sam began to stutter in a pant, his chest heaving.

"Its ok" The man muttered, pushing in the chair as he stood up clearly. He was tough and rugged, grey-black jagged hair on his head. His hazel eyes surveyed the frantic Sam with sympathy and worry at the same time. He sort of reminded Sam of Dean if he was another twenty years older

"Where's Dean?" Sam panted, his hands resting on each side of the doorway in exasperation. His blood pounded from his heart and around his head, swirling past his ears in what could be mistaken for loud ominous drum beats. His thoughts danced around his head in frenzy, making it ache. He stared forward harshly and expectantly for an answer

"I'm sorry but I dunno who Dean is" he said gruffly "In fact I don't know who you are either"

"What…where were we?" Sam said, screwing up his eyes and trying to recall a memory

"In the abandoned house at the edge of the woods" He muttered quietly, seeing the déjà vu on Sam's face

"Vampires!" Sam began to exclaim as he remembered "There are vampires there, they have Dean!"

"There was no one else except you there dear boy"

"No…No…there was Dean, Dean's been taken by them. We have to find them"

"Hold on, you can start by telling me who you are and what you were doing with vampires" he said accusingly, turning away into the kitchen sternly. He began to fiddle with some papers and pens, scribbling down something absently, almost calmly. Sam couldn't understand how he was calm; it enraged him in a way

Sam stared at him in unbelievably panic "I-I…I don't remember, I just know that they captured us and they have Dean!"

The man crooked his head to Sam and eyed him strangely "Sure you didn't just imagine this 'Dean' up?"

Sam looked at him coldly. How dare he be accusing Sam of being crazy, he had no knowledge of who Sam was or anything about him? For all he knew Dean could be a real living person, it made his blood boil that he was presuming Sam was crazy just because he was acting somewhat delirious. "Who the hell are you anyway?"

"The names Walker, Imogen Walker"

"Imogen?" Sam muttered "What kind of a name is that"

"My name" Walker muttered angrily through gritted teeth "I found you in that house after hearing the vampires were around here again. I'm what you call a hunter-"

"You're a hunter?"

"Yes…what is it you know about hunters?" He said raising an eyebrow cautiously

"My father, John Winchester, was a hunter. So are Dean and I-"

"Sam Winchester?" He said in disbelief, he had heard of the Winchesters, in fact he had met John once or twice. Maybe in a bar…probably in a bar since that was the only social area or place he really ever visited. He was a kind of legend amongst some hunters. He didn't really notice a resemblance in his youngest son, Sam, but he could see the passionate and determined fire in his eyes, rearing like a snake in the Winchester family bloodline.

Sam nodded breathlessly, closing his eyes. "We need to find Dean, do you know where the vampires went"

"No…"

There was a silence, an awkward and long silence in which Sam felt some sanity ebb away from him.

"Do you want to tell me…what you do remember?"

Sam shook his head and vaguely grasped a few assorted images from the corners of his mind "There were…ten vampires, three girls and seven males…we were in that house tied up…one of them was about to bite Dean, and then…darkness" He whispered. He looked down at the ground, letting the feeling of cold and dread rear up inside him like tide. A tide of despair and pure misery that soaked his bones, organs, heart and mind with its black poison. It tainted his every breath like toxic, made his throat tighten with anxiety

"Well…" Walker ventured quietly; treading lightly "If they were going to bite him…I'm sorry to say, but they probably did, or have done already" His emotionless hazel eyes flickered a few times across Sam's face, settling on his eyes as if trying to read them. Like when one reads a book to fast and has to resolve a certain paragraph and re read the words again, seeing if they missed anything

Sam looked up at him, an angry frown crossing his face "There still could be a chance, a chance that they didn't. He could still be alive-"

Sam saw the pitiful look on Walkers face and trailed off quietly. He could see the lack of hope and comfort being held in those hazel eyes, he could already guess what he was going to say. In the dim lighting of the kitchen he spoke to raspy, dreadful words Sam would have preferred not to hear, that his brother may have become what he so passionately hunted.

"Your brother is either dead…or a vampire"

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Dean lay on a cold table, topless and freezing. He could feel the blood turning to ice in his very veins, beginning to tremble as if his spine was being worn by a jack hammer. His eyes were half open as he gasped in agony, feeling his body begin to burn and freeze at the same time. He could swear someone was standing next to him, watching him with a satisfied smile. He gave a short shout of agony and cold bit away at his flesh from the outside, and fire burnt away at his soul from the inside. His eyes widened in utter agony as he began to shudder and convulse violently, his fingers tightening and unclenching in a nerve spasm. He knew what was happening, he could feel his mind and heart beginning to crumble under the demonic curse, there was nothing he could do, nothing to stop it. He knew what his only release would be, and hoped Sam could give it to him. He moaned loudly and threw his chest upwards, writhing as the evil began to deteriorate his soul.

"So it begins…" A woman's voice whispered from beside him, she smiled as she watched the tough and strong soul and spirit of Dean buckle under the curse of the vampire. At morning, he will be one of us

Her comment was accompanied by a long agonizing shout that rang out and echoed into the pitch black darkness. Pure pain and agony laced through his voice, behind them a longing, pleading…begging

For Death

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Authors Note - Reviews are craved…PLEASE Review me, I will get down on my knees and beg you to review me. Seriously I am THAT sad, next update will probably be within the next two weeks, but if I get plentiful reviews it will push me to go faster! Hint, hint…