She hadn't tortured him yet and he had time to heal more, the gift of Dean's blood still in his veins, still dancing with that of its complement. She drank blood from him, but not enough to slow him down, and then her blood filled him, the blood of an old one. Not as powerful as his bloodmate's perhaps, but strong all the same. His head still rang from the blows of the iron rod, but all he saw was the threat to Dean's life. Her words said she would keep Dean alive, but they held no meaning to him now. The sound of his love's erratically beating heart inflamed him, the smell of his love's agony, agony she had forced Sam to mete out was a physical pain inside him. His mind turned primal, rational thought lost, broken when she bit Dean, when Dean cried out. He lashed out at the two who held him and intended to hang him from the rafters, those who would keep him from his Dean.

Her screech of blinding pain pleased him and startled the two that struggled to keep hold of him. His broken arm was useless, but his other was not. He didn't punch the closest vampire, he struck with his hand held claw-like, grabbed hold of the front of the vampire's neck, dug his fingers in, and ripped open the enemy's throat. The vampire collapsed to his knees, his hands trying to stave the blood pulsing from his throat. Before the second vampire could react, Sam was on him, using his teeth to rip out the side of that vampire's throat.

He heard the growl of his lover. Looking down he saw the chain that ran between the shackles around his ankles. He reached down and snapped the chain almost effortlessly, then strode toward Dean. His red eyes looked on approvingly as Dean fed from the bitch, but the other vampires were trying to help pull her away from Dean. He would see his lover fed, they would not interrupt.

He grabbed the female vampire who was moving to help pull Dean from Vanessa's throat. He punched the back of her neck with all the fury inside him. He felt the bones in the neck shatter from his blow and paused only long enough to kick her in the face when she fell. The next one he reached he took hold of the back of the vampire's shirt collar and yanked him back, the vampire stumbling from the sheer strength of Sam's attack. Sam snapped down on the front of this vampire's neck and as with the earlier one, ripped his throat out.

He heard Dean's growl and saw that a vampire dared touch Dean, dared to try to interrupt his feeding. Sam answered Dean's growl with his own, reassuring Dean that he would take care of the problem. He moved to grab her, to bite her, but warnings from the others allowed her to dodge his attack. He turned to the other two who were trying to rescue Vanessa from Dean. The chain Dean had wrapped around her throat held her there and prevented her from vomiting the poisonous blood that attacked her insides and had her writhing in torturous pain. Sam moved toward the two trying to pull Vanessa free, but they fell back in fear. He circled his love, protecting him.

Dean could taste her pain. He could taste here fear and Dean savored both, moaning at the delicious taste of her agony as he drank the thick hot liquid pouring into his mouth. Even in blood lust every part of him knowing exactly what it was he was drinking, and not caring in the least For all the pain, humiliation, and fear she had given him and Sam. It filled him, easing the burning pain inside of him, and that was all he cared about.

He felt the vampires trying to grab him, trying to pull him away from his gruesome feeding, but Dean held on. Tightening the chains around the bitch’s throat, ignoring the way she thrashed, her screams cut off by the chain around her neck as she tried unsuccessfully to break free from him. He refused to let go however. They would have to kill him to make him let go.

They didn’t get the chance. Practically as soon as they touched him their hands were ripped away. Dean knew it was Sam without even looking. He could feel the other vampire keenly. Smell him. Hear his heartbeat. His rumbling growls of approval to him, and Sam’s animalistic threatening growls at the other vampires who dared to touch him, and it filled him with warmth. He knew Sam would protect him… always…

The blood didn’t come as fast anymore. He could hear her heartbeat slowing. Her clawing at him weakening, it didn’t matter to him, he was finished. He pulled away from her neck, licking his bloodied lips, savoring the taste. However he didn’t loosen the chains tangled around the bitch’s neck. He looked up at Sam lovingly, silently offering his mate to feed as well if he wished.

Even as he knelt there Dean felt his exhaustion quickly returning, rushing up, trying to pull him down into a healing sleep. He swayed a little where he knelt, resisting it, but it was a quickly losing battle.

Sam watched the other vampires, watched them whisper and plan. The need inside him grew to get them both out of there, to escape. The others were frightened of him now, but that wouldn't last, and they would soon grow bolder. He heard Dean lick his lips and glanced down at him. The offer was plain, as was the love seen in his eyes. He wanted to take his mate then and there, the smell and taste of their enemy's blood thick and electrifying, but his mate was far too injured for that. And threats still surrounded them. He knelt and bit into Vanessa, drinking deeply, watching the others trying to get up their nerve to attack and he growled with warning at them. He didn't drink long, just enough to ensure he would have the strength to protect his mate for a while without the need to hunt. His love needed sleep, needed rest. He could not risk taking the enemy with them for the retribution that burned in veins. He would find her again.

He unwrapped the chain around the bitch's neck, letting her fall to the hard floor, and snapped the chain with little effort. He heard the murmurs of the others, saw the shock on their faces. He snapped the chain between his own wrists then just as easily. He glanced down and saw the nearly unconscious Vanessa puking up the blood she had drunk from Dean. Except the blood was black, not red, and ripples disturbed its surface.

Dean was already almost asleep. He carefully lifted his love and put him over his shoulder so there would be no pressure on Dean's shredded back. He headed for the door but paused at the table with belongings scattered across them. The intelligence fought against the animal and after a moment, Sam scooped everything on the table into a sweat jacket lying there as well. He heard the approach of vampires behind him and whirled, teeth bared, a dark, threatening growl reverberating in his throat and chest. The three backed down and retreated. Pulling out one of the sets of keys from the makeshift bag, he grabbed the coat with everything in it and the keys and headed out the door.

The sun was setting, a canvas of pinks and blues stretched across the sky. He scanned the cars, glancing at the keys he held. Toyota filtered into his brain and he spotted the silver car. He carried his precious load over to it and laid Dean down in the back seat on his stomach. Sam got behind the wheel and started it. He didn't bother to look back as he drove away from the barn. He would find them a place to hole up, a place with water and cover, one that was easily defendable but well away from those who threatened them. He suspected the vampires would not be ready to chase after them for a good few days, maybe even weeks.