Family Bloodties (Macgyver/Supernatural)

Chapter Two

A/N: You must listen to the song above while reading this chapter. Name of the song is Damaged by Adrian Lux.

Being who he was, partying wasn't Mac's thing. A couple of beers and a few friends, sure but a full blown, crazy and wild party wasn't him. Especially not one such as a rave. However, Mac was not as low on EQ or people skills as one Walter O'Brien used to be. In fact, he was nothing if not adaptable; he adapted pretty well with new surroundings no matter what with almost no problem.

Why did I let Jack talk me into this, Mac thought as he pushed his way through the literal mass of moving, sweaty and dancing bodies. It was dark with laser lights, glow in the dark contraband such as face paint, bracelets, make-up and much more than he could say. All of this was accompanied with fog flowing across the floor from the fog machines way off in separate corners of the club.

They'd been here for the better part of an hour at most and somewhere between the time they arrived and the time he spent in the restroom, Mac had lost track of his friends. He'd assumed that they'd gone onto the dance floor and had started searching for them.

Mac pushed his way through the mass of bodies and found himself on the other side of the club, by the entrance. Once it became evident that he wasn't going to find his friends in the dark club, he made a decision to just sit down at the bar. As he began to make his way there, he was stopped by a woman.

"Hey you wanna dance?"

The woman was wearing a white crop top with the word "Love" on the front and there was paint splattered all over it that was glowing in the lights, white jeans, and two glowing bracelets on each wrist. She had long dark hair and he couldn't see what color her eyes were because it was so dark.

Mac wasn't sure if he wanted to dance with her or even if it was a good idea to do so. Honestly, he and his team had come here to celebrate and have fun, so maybe it wouldn't hurt to relax a little and do just that.

Mac also couldn't deny himself the fact that she really did look nice--beautiful in fact--and decided to allow himself the privilege of another woman's company and possibly start something new.

Mac smiled at the woman and nodded. "Sure."

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Less than an hour later, Mac was being pushed against the back wall of the club and was being assaulted with forceful yet desperate lips on his. The woman--Natalie was her name--kissed him desperately as if she was afraid that he would disappear. It was strange but he found that he didn't want her to stop kissing him.

Mac placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer and holding her in place. With his lips moving against hers in perfect harmony, he couldn't stop the feel of pure pleasure from clouding his mind. At least he could but not by much. Taking control of the position, he turned them around so that Natalie was the one with her back flush against the wall.

Or tried to. The woman was having none of it and he figured that she liked control. Mac didn't put up much of a fight to keep control of their predicament, instead opting for her to take full control. Before they could get any further however, Natalie pulled back and said, "Let's get out of here."

Mac smiled at her as she grabbed his hand and dragged him through the crowd of dancing bodies to the stairs that lead to the front entrance. He let her drag him up the stairs and outside into the cool night air. Mac was hit almost instantly by dizziness and he swayed on his feet for a moment, catching himself on the brick wall of the building.

"Are you okay?" Natalie asked, something in her voice was filled with worry and concern.

Mac looked at her through hooded eyes and frowned, shaking his head. "I don't know. I just felt a bit dizzy is all."

Natalie moved closer to him and knelt in front of him, raising a hand to lay on his forehead. "You don't have a fever so I think you'll be okay."

Mac looked at her with a look of appreciation and wonderment. They'd just met not even two hours ago and she was worried about him like they'd known each other for longer. Mac started to respond to her when there was a noise off to the left. Both of them turned their heads at the same time to see someone coming out of the alley, bleeding from his chest.

Mac, being the caring person that he naturally was, pushed off the wall and made his way toward the obviously hurt and staggering man. At closer inspection Mac could see that the man had deep lacerations on his arm, chest and abdomen. There was a cut on his neck as well that was bleeding profusely.

"Hey are you okay?" Mac questioned as he neared the man. He didn't receive an answer and he figured that it was to be expected from someone who had so obviously gone through a serious trauma. "I'm going to call an ambulance."

As Mac whipped his phone out the man grabbed his wrist in a tight grip, halting his phone call. He followed the arm up to the torso and the face. The wounded man was staring at him hungrily and when he spoke, he did it slowly and deliberately and it sent shivers up and down his spine.

"That won't be necessary."

Mac gasped in surprise when the man yanked him forward flush against the front of his chest. The next few seconds were a  blur to Mac and he screamed in pain as he felt something sharp sinking into his neck. He heard Natalie scream his name as he immediately tried to push the man away; the incredible strength this man had was tremendous.

"Dean! Get over here!"

"I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Mac raised his hands up and pressed his thumbs in the man's eyes, trying to gauge them out. It was more successful than trying to push him away. The man hissed in pain, growling as he loosened his grip on the blonde. Mac took his brief chance to bring his foot up and kick him between the legs before jamming his fist in the mans face.

Mac yelled hoarsely as the man's teeth were ripped out of his neck. The blonde stumbled back, his hand already covering the bite and whatever was in that man's system was probably THZ or some shit.

The world began spinning and Mac found himself lying on the ground, struggling to breathe and focus and keep his eyes open. Everything hurt, it felt as if someone had really stuck a sawblade in his neck and severed an artery. Gasping for breath and trying to breathe around the blood pooling in his mouth, he turned his head at the sound of a commotion.

Two men--one tall and one short--were in front of the man. Both had machetes and he watched through half-lidded eyes as the shorter man swung the machete in a clean arc, decapitating the man's head. Mac's heart began to beat faster and a sound escaped his lips even as he felt Natalie kneel down beside him, her face filled with horror of what she had just witnessed and concern for him.

Mac shook his head when she began to try to stop the bleeding. He was losing too much blood, he knew that, and he also knew that at this rate he probably wouldn't even survive. When he spoke he told her to do the one thing that would save her.

"G-Get help."

Natalie nodded and said, "I'm going to go get help! I'll come back!"

"Jack. Find.... J-Jack D-Dalt-ton." Mac's voice was barely a whisper. "He'll kn-know what to do."

Natalie nodded again and sprinted back into the club as fast as she could. Mac watched her go until he couldn't anymore and his eyes were slowly closing. He felt the presence of two people kneeling beside him but he couldn't open his eyes.

"We have to do something Dean! If we leave him here, he'll die."

There was a sigh. "I know man, but when he wakes up, you're explaining to him what he saw."