Deadly Proposal: Final Part (?)

Warnings: reflections of trafficked girls but instead of for sex it's for blood, angst

Summary: Tension comes to a head as Dean makes a plan to rescue you. He is faced with someone he thought stayed in his past, and you finally have what it takes to take control of your own life again.

Author's Note: i know i ended this on a sort of cliffhanger but this is where the series ends for right now. if you want to see more, let me know and i'll start to plan some more!

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If this continues, you're going to be dead before the sun rises. A woman had come in every ten minutes to take the pint of blood only to replace it with an empty bag. She never looked at you but you know it's one of Richard's girls because she had bite marks all over her body. She has come in three times which means you've given three pints of blood. Two more and you'll pass out and likely die. You have to get out of here. You have to get back to Dean.

This time, the woman doesn't come back but Richard does. He looks even younger and healthier than last time, and you know he took a few sips of your blood. He walks over to you and checks the progress you're making with the new bag.

"You're doing this wrong," you mumble.

"Your blood will sell for top dollar in the black market once vampires know what it does. Tell me, how should I be doing this?"

You have to talk slowly and in deep breaths so you can only get a few words out at a time. You try to find whatever strength that's inside of yourself to finish speaking because this is the only way you know you'll get out of this alive.

"If you kill me now, you'll maybe have ten pints of blood. That'll last you, what, a few years if you're smart? I'm human. Treat me right and I'll live to maybe ninety years old. Keep me alive, and you'll have ninety years to siphon my blood for your selfish reasons. Think about it."

Richard growls with his fangs out and practically yanks the IV needle out of your arm. He knows you're right. He can be very rich if he keeps you healthy. He's not the boss of you, unfortunately, so until he gets word from his boss on what to do with you, you'll stay in this delirious state.

"Try and escape and I'll kill you."

"Death is better than being here," you mumble.

He's not worried you'll go anywhere. You can barely open your eyes much less do anything else. Richard takes the half-empty pint bag and leaves the room, and you look out the window that isn't boarded up. I wish Dean was here. You were only pissed with him because you were hurt. You were hurt because you're in love with him and didn't want someone you love to lie to you like that. You fell for him over the course of blood bonding and normal bonding with him. He was there for you when your parents died, he was there for you with Amber, and he saved you from Richard once. If he can do it once, he can do it again.

You know he'll find you, it's only a matter of time. You have to stay alive until then.

It feels like hours when the bedroom door opens but Richard isn't alone. A taller man is with him, and you blink rapidly to get your vision to focus. The stranger is very tall, has long silky hair, and is very muscular. He walks over to you while Richard stays by the room, and the man grabs your chin not-so-gently. He stares into your eyes and chuckles as if you told him a funny joke.

"I can see why my brother is so smitten with you. You look just like her."

It takes longer to process his words but it finally clicks into place about who this man is.

"You're Dean's brother? I thought you died."

He lets go of your chin and stands to his full height.

"Glad to know Big Brother is still talking about me. I did die but I came back ten times stronger and better than he ever will be." He turns and walks to Richard who looks fearful of Sam. "Get her some food and water. Let her rest. No harm shall come to her. No vampire will feed from her. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"If I find out she's been harmed, I will do untold damage to you."

Both Richard and Sam leave, and you chuckle tiredly. He really shouldn't have said that in front of you. That's your way out once you get enough strength. Don't worry, Dean, I'm coming to you.

Dean gathered everyone he knew at his mansion to go over some kind of plan to get you back. Now that he knows his brother is involved, it changes things. He doesn't think Sam would forgive him for what he did to him centuries ago, and he looks down in shame. Castiel, Amara, Rowena, Charlie, Donna, Garth, and Jody are gathered in his office where there are all sorts of intel on Sam, Richard, and Amber.

"Alright, from now on, everyone is dedicating their time and energy to this. I need eyes and ears everywhere looking for Sam. I know my brother. I might not be able to track Richard or Amber, but I can track my brother. He doesn't know we know he's alive. Let's keep it that way."

"Garth and I are looking for online activity going back a few centuries. Hopefully, it'll tell us where he's been or where he might have gone," Charlie says.

"Widen your search. You need to go back as far as seven hundred years."

"We'll try," Charlie nods.

"Amara, take Donna and Jody with you into town. You three know the trade. Do what you do best." All three women leave and Dean looks at Rowena. "Talk to the girls who are willing and see if they recognize Sam's name. Cas go with her." Both of them leave. "The rest of us are going to help me. We'll split into groups and hit the houses we've already hit. Excuse me."

Dean leaves the room and takes out his phone. He hesitates but calls someone he never thought he'd hear from again. He didn't want to call him but there are only two possibilities for Sam being alive this long. There is no way he's a werewolf because they don't live nearly half as long as vampires do. He isn't a vampire because he'd heard about him at some point in the last seven hundred years. No, there is only one thing he can be and it's much worse than a vampire.

"Do my ears deceive me or is the great Dean Winchester calling me?"

"Crowley," Dean growls. "Where is Sam?"

"Nice to hear your voice, too."

"I'm not playing, Crowley. Where is my brother? Surely, you have him after all this time."

"Please," Crowley scoffs, "I got rid of Sam a long time ago. He was becoming a bit of a problem so I had to cut him loose. He hasn't been my problem for a few centuries at least."

"Where did he go?"

"Oh, I don't know. He could be anywhere."

"Crowley–"

"Don't get your knickers in a twist. Last I heard, Sam had such a fascination with the Dark Web. He'd love to go there for women."

"Thanks." Dean doesn't wait for him to answer and hangs up on him. He walks back into his office and looks at the best hackers. "Change of plans. Can you get into the Dark Web?"

"Yes," Charlie nods.

"Sam has a fetish for women being sold on there. See if you can't track him that way."

"You got it."

Dean sits down at his desk and clenches his fist angrily. He shouldn't have let you leave. He doesn't want your fight to be the last thing you know. You might be dead but then he's going to make sure no one gets out of it alive. If he has to, he'll kill his brother a second time.

After some food, water, and rest, you're feeling much better. You're still not one hundred percent but you're well enough to try and get out of here. They haven't taken blood since Sam left and you suspect they're waiting for you to get all of your energy back before taking more. The bedroom door opens and Richard comes in with a tray full of needles and an empty pint bag. If you have any chance of escaping, you need to know what lies outside of this room.

"I have to go to the bathroom."

"No."

"Okay, I'll pee and shit in this room and get an infection from it and die. Is that what you want?" you snap.

If Richard could cut glass with his glare, you'd surely be dead. He unties you from the bed and opens the bedroom door without saying a word. You pretend to be weaker than you feel just to let his guard down so it takes you longer than normal to walk out of the bedroom. Richard guides you to where the bathroom is. You pass by another room with the door open and you make the mistake of looking in.

A clothed vampire is sitting on the bed with a naked woman straddling him. He has his fangs in her neck but she looks like she's in pain. A tear slips from her eyes and you have to stop yourself from breaking down into tears yourself. When Dean bit you, it felt so good like orgasm-level good. Maybe that's because you and Dean had feelings for each other. Here, he's taking that from her and not giving anything in return.

You look away from them and enter the bathroom. Richard keeps the door open but doesn't come in, lessening any chance you have at trying to escape. You look around the bathroom for something that might help you and spot something gleaming in the corner on the counter. You lean closer and pretend you're stretching. It's a metal nail file with a pointed end that someone didn't put away. You finish going to the bathroom and start to wash your hands.

Richard keeps his eyes on you the entire time but then someone grabs his attention from down the hall. As soon as his eyes are off you, you snatch the file and shove it into the waistband of your pajama shorts. Richard escorts you back to your room and into bed. Something must be on his mind because he doesn't tie you down like he has before. He sticks a needle into your arm to get another pint or two out of you, but he doesn't stick around while the blood is being taken.

The second he closes the door behind him, you yank the IV needle out of your arm. You get out of bed and approach the bedroom window that they hadn't boarded up. These vampires must expect obedience otherwise all the windows would be boarded up. Not to mention they keep the girls high out of their minds so they wouldn't escape anyway.

You take out the nail file and open the window only to be met by a mesh screen. You stick the nail file through it and start to drag it down. However, the nail file is small so it's hard to get a good enough grip to pull down. Still, you're not giving up. You'll jump out this second-story window and risk breaking your legs than be a blood bag for these vampires.

The bedroom door opens and you turn swiftly to see Richard there with another empty pint bag. It takes a second to register that you're trying to escape and when it does, his fangs come out and he growls lowly. He takes a single step toward you and you do the first thing that comes to mind.

"Take one more step and I'll kill myself." You put the sharp end of the nail file to your neck which is enough to make Richard freeze in his tracks. "This is how it's going to go. You're going to get me a phone so I can call Dean, and you're going to tell me where we are or else I'll slit my throat. I'll bleed out very quickly, and even if you can get to me in time to heal me, I'll turn. I'm assuming Sam won't be happy with either option."

The gears turn in Richard's head before he smirks evilly. In the blink of an eye, he races out of the room and returns with one of the young women who are only wearing nude panties. She looks more aware of what's going on than the other girls and the thought of him hurting her makes your entire body freeze up in fear. He pushes her hair out of the way and leans down so his fangs only graze her skin. She flinches from the touch and your heart cracks slightly.

"Kill yourself and I think I'll have a tasty snack to the point where I rip her head off. Imagine that, her not getting to go back to her family. Once I'm done with her, I'll do the same to every single girl here. I'll turn you only for you to live your life in guilt because you forced my hand. You don't want that, do you?"

Once again, a vampire proves to you that you mean nothing. There is nothing you can do. You're not in a position of power. Yet again, you're walked over like some weak girl. You lower the nail file in shame, and he whispers into the girl's ear. She immediately leaves the room as Richard walks over to you.

"You're nothing compared to me. You have no power here. If you thought you could leave, you're never going to now."

You want to cry but you think that'll only feed his ego. Wherever you are Dean, please find me. Charlie and Garth have been working hard scouring the Dark Web for activity that seems like someone buying young women for vampires. Charlie writes something down on a pad before getting up and approaching Dean's desk.

"You got something?"

"Maybe. There's an anonymous user buying women in bulk."

"Find out who owns the account."

"Already on it," Garth says. "There isn't a picture attached to the profile but the name is Sam."

"Of course, it is. He's not subtle. Where is he?"

"This is where his IP address is coming from."

Garth hands a printout to Charlie who hands it to Dean. It's a printout of the land like what Google Maps provides and Dean recognizes some of the buildings marked around the area. He takes out the photo that Amanda drew and sees the similarities.

"We got him. Call everyone in." Charlie does what she's told and soon, everyone is gathered back in his office. "We know where he is and if I know my brother, he won't stay there for long. We can't just go barging in or he might kill her to spite me."

"You know I used to run in that crowd. I can distract," Amara offers.

"Jody and I can go in and get the girls," Donna says.

"Castiel and I will be waiting with the van," Rowena says.

"Garth and I will hack into the cameras and shut them down, or at least make it so they can't see when you're coming."

That means Dean is going in alone. That doesn't matter. All that matters is you. He won't let anything happen to you–anything more.

"I need everyone to know the risks. There's a good possibility that if Sam catches you, you will die. I understand if anyone wants to back out."

"Come on, this is for your pretty flower," Amara smirks. "We'll get her back."

"Anyone else?" No one says a word. "Then let's go."

Charlie and Garth hack into the cameras to shut them down, giving Dean exactly ten minutes to get in, get you, and get out. Dean won't need that long. Cas and Rowena show up and stay hidden in the shadows with the van, Amara approaches the front door, and Dean, Jody, and Donna approach the back. Dean strains his ears and waits for Amara to do her thing before sneaking inside. Amara knocks and one of Richard's vampires answers the door.

"Amara, what are you doing here?"

"Hey, Darren. How's it going?"

"Why are you here?" he asks, on alert.

"What? I can't visit an old friend?"

"I haven't been your friend since–"

She cuts him off from thinking about Dean because then this whole thing will crumble to pieces before Dean can get to you.

"I've been alive for a long time, Darren. I remember when we used to wine and dine, bathe in blood. I miss those days."

"Yeah, we had good times," Darren chuckles and leans against the door frame.

Dean takes this as a sign to move on. Donna and Jody separate from Dean and slip into the main living room where the girls are. Dean doesn't even see what he's doing, he's so pissed. Vampire after vampire until he gets upstairs where Richard is. He walks out of one of the bedrooms and freezes when he sees Dean at the other end of the hallway with blood splattered all over his face and clothes.

"Dean–"

"Where is she?"

"I–I–"

"Don't make me ask again," Dean growls.

Dean strains his ears so he can hear your slow breathing and he smells your sweet blood. His fangs come out and look at Richard who looks like he is going to piss his pants. Dean uses his vampire speed and runs over to Richard who barely registers what's happening. Richard might be old but Dean is older and deadlier. Dean normally doesn't do this but he wants to make it hurt as much as possible. He bites into Richard's neck and uses his strength behind his bite to rip his head clean off.

Dean opens the bedroom Richard just came out of and sees you in bed hooked up to a machine that is pumping out your blood. He runs over to you and gently takes the IV needle out of your arm. You moan tiredly and open your eyes to see familiar green ones.

"Dean, you're here," you smile.

"I'm right here, sweetheart. You're going to be okay."

Dean slides his arms under your knees and behind your back, but he freezes when he smells someone enter the room.

"You're so predictable." Dean lets you go and turns to his brother who has a smirk on his face. "I mean, come on, you have to know I wasn't going to let her be alone."

"Sam, don't make this any worse than it has to be."

Sam looks at the door but doesn't move toward it. He chuckles and shakes his head before looking at his brother.

"Do you think I'm stupid? I know you've got your team rescuing those girls and killing those vampires." He looks behind Dean over to you. "If I knew she was like Annabeth, I'd have taken her a long time ago."

"Why are you doing this? What the hell happened to you?"

"You mean after you killed me? He's not so innocent, Y/N. I was lying dead on the floor with my throat ripped out when someone found me. You know what they did instead of letting me die like I wanted? They blew smoke up my ass and turned me into a demon."

"Crowley found you," Dean poses it as a statement.

"Yeah, but I know my worth. I stopped letting Crowley boss me around a long time ago. I don't take orders from anyone anymore. Y/N has blood that is very rare and very important so if you think I'm letting you out of here with her, you've got another coming," Sam glares.

Dean stands up to his full height even though it doesn't compare to how tall Sam is.

"You'll have to go through me to do it."

In the blink of an eye, both brothers rush at each other. You watch them fight to kill, not caring if the other dies. You have to do something or else Dean might die. All your life, you've let everyone walk all over you. It started with your sister and it's going to end with Sam. You're in control of your own life even if it means you're ending it. You grab the IV needle before it can fall off the bed, and you don't think twice when you stab it into the side of your neck. Sam and Dean don't notice you at first until both of them smell your sickly sweet blood. They pause to see you convulsing on the bed with blood squirting out of the side of your neck.

"Y/N!" Dean yells.

Everything goes black shortly after.

You open your eyes and first notice how unbelievably bright the sun is. You squint and move your hand up to block some of the light. Dean's window faces the west which means he gets the sunset every day. You've seen this beam of light before but it's never been this bright. Dean stands by the window with a drink in his hands. He's looking out of the window silently.

"Dean?"

Whoa, you've never heard your voice like this before. It's so much louder and more clear than before. Dean steps away from the window, approaches the bed, and holds out the glass that has some kind of red liquid in it.

"Here, drink this. You're going to need it."

"What is it?" you ask but take it anyway.

"Blood."

You pause before looking at him.

"Am I a vampire?" He doesn't say anything so you sit up in bed and trace the rim with your finger. "I'm not mad. What happened?"

"Drink." The blood tastes metallically but bitter. You pull the glass away and lick your lips until the red color disappears. "After I unhooked you, Sam came in. We fought and you took your IV needle and stabbed yourself in the neck. It was unfortunate that you hit your carotid. You were going to bleed out if I didn't do anything. I gave you some of my blood to heal you knowing it would turn you. You would have died if I waited for a younger vampire to do it." You take another sip and suddenly feel the hunger for it, the hunger that is like nothing you've ever experienced. You down every last drop. "I tried so hard to keep you from all this."

"It's okay," you sigh and hand him the empty glass. "I mean it this time."

"I am so sorry for keeping this from you. I never meant for this to happen."

"I'm sorry for overreacting."

"You didn't. I'm sorry for turning you."

"Do you want to know why I did what I did?" He nods. "Control over my own life. All everyone has been doing is telling me what to do and how to feel. They've been pushing me around. Amber did it, you did it, Richard did it. I figured if I was going to die anyway, may as well die on my own terms." Dean is quiet. "Did those girls get out?"

"Yeah, Cas and Rowena took care of it."

"What about Sam?"

"He fled when I went to help you. I think he was scared I might have killed him so he ran. I don't know where he is or when he's going to strike next."

"When? My blood is useless, right?"

"I don't know, honestly. Fairies have always been such magical creatures. Pair that with dragon blood and vampire blood... I don't know what that does to your blood." Dean reaches out and tucks a stray hair back into place. "I was worried about you. You left."

"I did. I needed space to think. Despite everything that's happened, I don't think I can stay away from you. You make me feel alive," you whisper.

"I need you to know that you are not Annabeth."

"I know that now." Dean leans in and kisses you. A vampire has heightened senses so kissing Dean as one makes the fireworks more intense. "If you thought you'd be rid of me in forty years, think again. I'm going to be around for a long time."

"Good," he grins.

He leans in and kisses you again, not afraid anymore.

I need you to know that you are not Annabeth. That's what Dean said to you. If only he knew just how wrong he is. Annabeth stands outside Dean's mansion that she's spent so much time in with a smirk. She runs her tongue over her fangs in thought. If you have any hope of surviving in this new world, you're going to need her.

Not now. She'll let you have this moment with Dean. She turns away from the mansion and slips back into the shadows.