Chapter Three

Warnings: angst, mentions of drug use, drug angst

Summary: Dean agreed to get your sister from jail but her presence makes it tense for everyone, especially you. She is a ticking time bomb that's waiting to go off.

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Then

You're sitting in the front of Amber's 2004 Ford Escort wearing your softball uniform. The only reason why Amber is driving you is because Mom forced her. She was going to book club with her friend and didn't have time to drive you. You're shocked Amber didn't ask for anything in return but when she pulls into a motel parking lot, you understand why she agreed to drive you.

"You're supposed to be driving me to softball practice," you sigh.

"Don't worry about it." There are two men standing by one of the rooms, one of them smoking something. "Stay in the car."

She gets out of the car and approaches the two men. Disappointment floods your chest but you don't say anything. The man who is smoking smirks when he sees you but you sink down into your seat to avoid his gaze. Amber takes the money dedicated to dinner and hands it to the man who isn't smoking. In return, the man hands her something white in a small plastic baggie. Of course. Why else would she offer to drive you other than to get drugs?

As soon as the drugs are in her hands, she heads back to the car. The men don't stop staring at you until she is too far away to notice.

"You used the money for dinner," you say.

"Keep your mouth shut," she snaps.

"I'm late to practice."

She doesn't say anything else and continues driving.

Now

You shouldn't be here. You should just go to bed and forget doing this. You look down the hall toward your room but your legs don't move. You're standing outside Dean's office debating on whether or not you should knock. No, you shouldn't. You're just going to bother him with your problems that he didn't sign up for.

You're about to leave when the door opens. Dean stands there tall with an annoyed look on his face. You should leave. Just say never mind and go to bed.

"I can smell you. What do you want?"

He turns and heads back to his desk. You step into his office and nervously play with your hands. You don't know how to start without seeming like a desperate girl.

"So, the reason why I was in that hotel where we met is because I was on my way to pick up my sister in Boston. Um, she's in jail and she was granted bail. I'm her only hope of getting out. I'd like to get her if it's okay with you."

"Where will she stay?"

"Well, um, I figure since you have so much room here..."

"No, she's not staying here."

"Please, Dean? She'll only be a week. One week to get herself on her feet. She's my sister."

Dean's instinct is to say no but then he sees the desperation in your eyes. He wants to say no but when he opens his mouth to respond, something else comes out.

"Fine. I'll go with you tomorrow morning."

"Thank you."

Dean looks down at his hands and sees aged spots darkening. You're about to leave when he calls your name.

"Come here. I need a sip from you."

This is why you're here. You're here to provide blood for him and nothing else. Still, you feel a little proud that he chose you out of every single human on this planet. You're the one he wants. You walk over to Dean and allow him to pull you onto his lap. You put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. His green eyes darken at the thought of tasting your blood again but you mistake it for something else. Maybe he enjoys you being here more than you think. The more you allow him to feed from you, the more you feel compelled to always be around him.

What are you doing to me, Dean Winchester? Why can't I stay away? What is it about you that makes me want more?

Dean grabs your hair gently and pulls so you're forced to expose your neck to him. He peels back the bandage from the last time he bit you, the wounds have not fully healed yet. He'd heal you but then he'd open up a new can of worms that he knows you probably won't want to be opened. He leans in just as his fangs slide out. You feel the cold shiver before you feel him pierce your skin. Dean doesn't take much, maybe only a pint. Still, it feels euphoric to you. Your head feels fuzzy, your eyes stay closed, and your mouth parts open.

Dean pulls away from you and replaces the bandage across the wounds he opened. He holds you close and looks down at his hands which are free of the darkened age spots. He licks his lips so there isn't any more blood before standing up with you in his arms. He takes you to bed and lets you rest for the rest of the night.

The next morning, you're getting ready to go to Amber's prison when you notice the bandage on your neck. The only thing you remember is feeling like you were on Cloud 9 after Dean drank from you. You touch the bandage and wince from the soreness of your wounds, and you think about your arrangement with Dean. When you took it a few weeks ago, you were pissed at your sister for landing herself in jail. You wanted out. You wanted a better life for yourself. Dean was offering you all this stuff and it seemed so good at the time.

It still does but there is more at stake than you realize. Him drinking from you is doing something to you. Whether you two want it or not, you're forming a blood bond. You were scared of Dean at first, but now not so much. You let your hair cover the side of your neck to hide the fact that Dean likes to bite you in the neck. Maybe you should ask him to bite you on the wrist so you can hide it better.

After getting ready, you head down to the kitchen where Dean is. The chef has already made you a meal which is sitting on the kitchen island next to Dean.

"Eat."

"So bossy," you grin and do as you're told. "Listen, there's something you should know about Amber. I should have told you this before but she's a drug addict. The fact that she's in jail means she hasn't used in a while. She'll be coming down from one of her highs, so she'll be cranky. Don't let her get to you."

"Sweetheart, I am a vampire. What can she do to me?"

"Don't say I didn't warn you," you shrug

Boston is only an hour and a half from Dean's mansion so it doesn't take long until you're at the prison.

"Hi, I'm here for Amber Bishop." You look at Dean. "We don't have the same last name. Believe it or not, she was married, and when she got divorced she hung onto his last name. She was in love with him but he wasn't in love with her."

"That's sad."

"Yeah," you whisper.

The officer hands you some forms to sign before getting her. As soon as she sees you, she bursts into tears.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N." You bring her into your arms and let her cry on your shoulder. "I promise to do better. I just slipped up."

"I know."

Dean's face remains stoic as you two bring her to the car. You can't help but feel ashamed of your sister's state. You place her in the back seat and she immediately passes out from exhaustion. Dean is silent for the next thirty minutes as soft music flows through the speakers.

"One week, Y/N. She's gone after that."

"Okay. One week."

Dean arrives at home and immediately leaves you to take care of your sister alone. You let her use your body as support as you take her to one of the empty bedrooms next to yours. She is in tears the second she lays on the bed. You tug off her shoes and socks before moving up her body. You pull off her shirt and give her a sleep shirt to use for now.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry," she cries.

"I know you are." You smooth down her hair. "Just get some sleep, okay?"

You can't help but think about the first time you had to care for her after she took drugs.

You snuck downstairs to get some water after waking with a dry throat. You took a water bottle from the fridge when the front door opened. Amber came stumbling in with red eyes and roughed clothing.

"Amber?" you whispered.

"Y/N, you gotta help me."

She stumbled over to you and fell into your arms. The water bottle dropped from your hand, and you're thankful the cap was on. Your parents were sleeping upstairs and you did not want to wake them.

"Come on, let's go upstairs." You tried to be as quiet as you could as you snuck your sister upstairs to her room. She crashed onto her bed with tears streaming down her face. "Did you take drugs?"

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I promise not to do this again. I'm sorry."

You leave Amber alone in her room and go down to the kitchen where food is waiting for you. You pick up your fork to eat but you're suddenly not so hungry. You set your fork down and move the plate away from you.

"So, what's her deal?" Dean asks when he walks into the kitchen.

"She ran with the wrong crowd in high school. Even before that. She didn't start getting into drugs until she was a senior. I remember when I was twelve, I had softball practice that she was supposed to drive me to but she stopped to meet two men. She used the dinner money to buy drugs. Even before that, I remember her coming home after using drugs for the first time. She keeps promising never to do it again and she keeps breaking that promise." You look down at your lap. "Sometimes, I'm scared I'll come home and see her dead on the ground or something."

"So?"

You look at Dean like he grew three heads.

"Sometimes it's good to be scared. It means you still have something to lose. I don't want to lose her, but I don't know how much more disappointment I can take."

"Then why do you help her?"

"You sound like my parents," you scoff. "She's my sister, Dean."

"Let me tell you something. Just because she's blood doesn't make her family. You should cut her loose before she brings you down."

"Sounds like you're speaking from experience."

Dean's eyes darken with something mysterious and dangerous.

"Story time is over. Eat."

Dean leaves the kitchen immediately, and you grab the fork again. You're not sure what's going to happen with your sister but you have a feeling it's not going to be good.