Kingpin Motel (Supernatural G/T)

Chapter Twenty-two

"Dean, what do we do?" Starla spoke in a hushed tone, her pale hands shaking uncontrollably. She pushed on the glass surrounding them even though she already knew the tall walls would not give.

Dean sat with his back against the glass, watching the Borrower with a soft frown. "Sam will find us. Him and dad both. You may not know us through the years but hopefully, you at least know us Winchesters are stubborn sons of bitches. They'll find us. Come sit down and just breathe. We're going to be okay."

Dean spoke as calmly as he could manage, but everything in him was in fight or flight mode. But right now he couldn't do either. All he could do was speak the words to Starla that he too wanted to believe as they both sat against the walls of a god damned glass case.

Starla nodded in response to Dean's words, shuffling her feet as she made her way over. "H-How is your...uh, do I even call it a wound?"

"Heh. Call it what you want but it still hurts like a mofo," Dean raised his arm, laying his hand across his chest. "I feel like it's getting worse. The pain is starting to spread throughout my body, but if I hold still it isn't so bad." 

Starla didn't respond, lowering her gaze to the glass bottom of the tank. She'd make sure he simply laid still then.

Both of them tensed suddenly tensed, doors creaking in just the other room of the building. Starla could hear the light shuffling of footsteps. They were slow and heavy, unlike Sam's quick and usually quiet steps; she knew it couldn't be him.  "Dean."

Dean already knew it wasn't his brother. The anxious feeling swelling in his gut told him enough about that. What he was worried about is who it was. It could be who brought them here, or even just some kids looking for a place to party. If he were his normal height, he would think that'd be awesome. Sneaking out, getting drinks, maybe a girl - or even two. Currently, however, the older Winchester figured rambunctious teenagers were the last thing he and Starla needed.

There was a soft shuffling noise. Like someone was sneaking around in the dark. One of his arms protectively moved around Starla, his eyes staring into the dark of the room.

A cloaked figure stepped into view, and Dean and Starla both could easily recognize said figure as the one that was inside the car. The one who grabbed them.

A deep voice spoke with an English accent, hands pulling the dark hood back to reveal a shaggy-headed male. "I see the two of you are finally awake."

"Yeah, and who the hell are you?" Dean grumbled out, able to see Starla's shoulders already trembling in undoubtedly fear. 

The man's lips curled upward and he chuckled under his breath, one of his hands reaching out and resting against their glass prison. "The one that has grown tired of chasing around my meals."

"Meals? Heh. What, you gonna go all 'Fee Fi Fo Fum' on us? Use our bones to make your bread?" Dean forced himself into a sitting position, glaring up at the being. "If so, you're clearly not the one causing all these disappearances and deaths."

The large stranger didn't look amused but instead gestured to Dean. "How're you feeling with that thing in your body? Surely it's finally taking its toll on you. Soon you'll be too weak to even move. It would appear that's already beginning to happen," he continued to smirk. One of his hands came down over the two, his long and pale fingers gradually brushing over Starla's head. "And her...I've been hunting her down for a long time. Your father made me lose her before. So I figured why not drop her off with the two of you? That way I could surely get more than one the next time I came to town. And look, now I have two."

Starla felt her blood run cold. Drop her off? Hunting her down? Just what was this sick guy even talking about? So many questions swam through her head as she tried to escape the hand that continuously touched her. 

Dean bit down on the inside of his cheek, watching the man closely. While he'd love to throw himself into the danger, the son of a bitch was right. His limbs felt slightly numb. His whole body felt achy and tired. It had hit him so fast. He couldn't even bring himself closer to the Borrower to try and help her feel better. But he too had the same questions running through his mind.

The large stranger opened his mouth, sharp fangs ripping through his gums. He gave a slight hiss of pain but soon grinned wickedly down at them.

Starla grabbed hold of Dean, watching in absolute terror. What was this thing? 

As Dean had been reading her mind, he lowered his voice. He was confused but thought back to some of the evidence. Bones crushed, strange scars on the body. Some of it still didn't make sense but at least he knew what they were dealing with now. 

"So you're just some kind of juiced up vampire huh?" Dean narrowed his green eyes at the monster, glad he knew exactly what it was so he could kill it later.

"I-I thought vampires only had two teeth i-in the front," Starla whispered, frightened blue eyes never peeling away from the man that could easily kill them both before Sam showed up.

"That's wrong and made up by humans," the man huffed in an irritated fashion.

Starla hesitated to speak again, but something in that man's eyes made her wonder if she could stall just by asking questions. "So, why would they say that then? How do they not know?"

"How should I know why humans say or do anything? They usually end up dead around us anyway. Why do you seem interested, bite-size?" He lifted a brow and starting walking closer to the glass cage.

Dean could see exactly what Starla was trying to do and internally praised her for it. Had the throbbing in his chest not been like someone was hitting him with a hammer every two seconds, he might have been able to tell what they were saying.

His gaze wandered to his hands, and he tried to lift his arm. Move his fingers. He found that he could barely make either twitch. When he tried to move them again, a sharp pain shot through the limbs and he gasped and groaned in pain. 

That caught the vampire's attention, and his focus drew away from Starla and to the Winchester. He bared his teeth and smirked.  "It would appear it's time."

"No! D-Don't touch him!" Starla quickly moved, using her own thin body to try and shield Dean. 

Dean frowned at the Borrower. "KId, don't be stupid."

She looked toward Dean and managed a meek smile. "With the way you boys act, Sam needs you. And you need him. I can by time so he can at least save you."

Dean realized what she was saying, but it was too late. Pale fingers taller than the Borrower curled around her, taking her from the cage. He could only watch as the vampire held her in a seemingly tight grasp and spoke with a dark chuckle.

"I believe our little game of chase is finally at an end."