A Different Breed Of Supernatural ~ Supernatural 𓍼 Vampire Academy

A Fragile Truce

Mallory: "Dean?! What happened to Sam, why is he bleeding?"

Dean: "We got attacked, and Sam was seriously injured..."His face was taut with concern, clearly anxious and trying to stay calm despite the situation.

I turned on the light in the room so he would be able to see too. I blinked at the bright light for a moment and then helped him carry Sam and lay him down on the bed. His body felt limp, but his breathing was shallow, and I knew I had to act fast.

Dean: "He told me to bring him here, that you can help. I wanted to get him to a hospital, but he insisted." His voice was still a little shaky, but his expression hardened as if he were trying to hold it together for Sam.

Mallory: "I'm gonna get a bloodbag from the bathroom, and I'll heal him right away."

Dean: "This is not the time for dinner! And heal him? What the hell are you talking about?!" His eyes flashed with frustration, and he took a step forward, his arms slightly raised as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. His gaze flickered between me and Sam, searching for some kind of explanation in his desperation.

I took the blood bag in my hands and drunk all of it. I felt Dean's glare as I was draining the whole bag.

Mallory: "I didn't feed just because I was hungry, Dean. I needed it to help Sam." I set the empty bloodbag aside and focused, my voice firm, but there was a tremor of urgency.

Dean: "How exactly will you help him?"

Mallory: "We don't have time for an explanation, I looked out the window. A reaper is coming for him; he's dying... Let me see the wound." I stepped forward, pushing past Dean, my eyes scanning Sam's body.

Dean stepped back, but his eyes remained wide with disbelief and fear. His gaze never left me, waiting for me to do something.

I lifted Sam's shirt, revealing the massive, bloody wound, and my stomach tightened at the sight. The blood was intoxicating, but I forced myself to focus. I saw Dean's jaw set, his brows furrowed in confusion, but he didn't say anything.

The reaper was coming closer, I could sense its presence now, its anger palpable in the air about what I was about to do. It was too close.

I quickly placed my hands over Sam's wound and concentrated, my fingers trembling slightly. Within moments, the blood stopped, the wound healing before my eyes. Sam's skin smoothed, leaving no scar. The reaper, its face twisted slightly in anger, stared at me for a long moment before vanishing.

Dean: "How did you do that? There's not even a scar. It looks like he was never injured..." His voice was a mix of awe and disbelief. He looked from Sam to me, his expression softening as he processed what just happened, his lips slightly parted.

I felt a wave of dizziness hit me, and my vision blurred. I stumbled slightly and pressed myself against the wall to steady myself.

Dean: "You good?" His voice was steady, casual, with no trace of concern. He stayed where he was, his expression unreadable, as though the answer wouldn't make much of a difference to him.

Mallory: "No..." I sank to the floor, my legs giving out beneath me, and tried to breathe through the wave of weakness. My eyes fluttered as I fought to stay conscious. "Can you bring me a bloodbag from the bathroom?"

He didn't hesitate, but there was no urgency in his movements either. His face remained unreadable as he retrieved the bloodbag and handed it to me without a word. I drained it quickly, feeling the energy return to my limbs. After a few moments, I could feel myself regaining control.

Dean: "Why isn't he waking up?"

Mallory: "Don't worry. He's just sleeping. He must be exhausted. He'll wake up when he's ready." I kept my tone steady.