I Don't Bite [Dean Winchester x Reader] Book 2

Hunger

"This way," I whispered, voice shaking as the scent of blood had my mind running in circles. My eyes pulsed with molten gold that I struggled to hold back, the feel of steadily sharpening teeth pressing against my gums. I swung my flashlight down an alley as we rounded a corner, the thin beam of light landing on a crumpled form sagged against the wall.

In an instant Sam rushed to the man's side, shushing him from speaking and placing a cloth against his neck. I wrinkled my nose at the scent of decay – vampires. "We're gonna call you some help, OK? Where'd she go?" Sam questioned, hazel eyes following the man's quaking hand as he lifted it weakly to point down the alley.

Dean launched down the alley, taking off at a dead sprint. I whisper-shouted his name as he dashed around the corner, following a thin trail of blood that had my nostrils burning and my stomach aching. Hesitantly, I turned to Sam and shirked my outer shirt, tossing it to him. "That'll work better. You got this covered?" I questioned, avoiding looking at the bleeding man. Sam nodded and withdrew his phone from his pocket, ready to dial 911. I nodded and took off down the alley after Dean.

It wasn't hard to follow him, despite him being a ways ahead. I knew his scent like the back of my hand, and the trail of blood was just as much of an indicator. The droplets were so thin that they had already dried, the scent slowly disappearing.

I slowly as the smell of fresh blood accosted me. Turning the corner I saw Dean standing in the center of the alley, his back to me and arm outstretched. His forearm was sliced, thin trails of blood dripping down his arm. I grimaced as my stomach panged.

Before I had a moment to collect myself, the vampire lunged from the shadows and plunged her fangs into the side of Dean's neck. I had only begun to move when his bleeding arm shoved a syringe of dead man's blood into her neck. By the time he pressed the plunger my hand was around her jaw, prying her off Dean. In the instant that followed she was on her back against the cold ground, knocked unconscious. My chest heaved in anger, eyes blazing and hands twitching, claws ready to come out.

I spun and shoved an accusatory hand against Dean's chest, sending him several steps backward. "What the fuck were you thinking!? A second longer and you'd be bleeding out!"

Dean cheered, pumping his arms into the air in excitement. He bent backwards in a stretch, an excited laugh bubbling from his chest. "Did you see how she went down? That was awesome!"

"You're a prick," I snapped, marching back the way we had come. Dean whooped again as he dragged the unconscious monster upwards, slinging her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. The walk back was filled with silence, his grin slowly fading the closer we got to the Impala, where Sam met us.

I watched the unconscious vampire with a heated glare, the blonde dumped unceremoniously into the backseat beside me. Her breathing was even despite her pale skin and eye skimming beneath her painted lids. It looked as though she had been out on the town – I could even smell a faint scent of alcohol on her, beneath the scent of blood and death.

As soon as the car rolled to a halt in the motel parking lot I slammed the door open and stepped outside. I rocked slightly, knees unsteady and stomach queasy. "I'll catch up with you," I wheezed out as Sam stepped out to follow me. He froze in place, watching as I took off at a brisk walk down the sidewalk and away from the motel.

And here I thought you had things under control, a familiar voice uttered from my side. I didn't even have to look to know it was the white wolf, his tone scathing. I scoffed.

"Do you always pick the worst times to insert yourself where you don't belong?" I snapped, tired of his rambling. I was getting nowhere with him, and we both knew it.