"Dean, when is Dad coming back for us?" Sammy looked so sad and anxious as he stared up at me.
I sighed and pulled him into a hug. "I don't know, Sammy. Soon."
Sam "We're almost out of food, Dean." He bit his lip anxiously.
"It's ok, Sammy. I'll go shopping tomorrow and I'll find a way to get some more money. It'll be ok. You just focus on school. Ok?"
Sam "Ok." He sniffled and went back to doing his homework.
While this town had seemed like just a normal, happy, everyday small town, it was a whole different story when you were walking door to door in the rain just trying to find a job to put a little food on the table. The first few houses wouldn't even open the door. The next several refused to give me more than a couple dollars for hours of work. But, it was better than nothing, and Sam had to eat.
As I was walking down main street, a large black sedan pulled up next to me and rolled the window down. "Mmm, what's your name, sugar?" The man was large, at least double my size and quite fat. But, it's not like I really have a chance.
I hesitated, swallowing hard before I gave him my best seductive smile and walked over. "Dean, Dean Smith." He smiled and looked me up and down before he nodded to the passenger door. "Get in." My skin hasn't crawled like that in a long time.
"Not unless you're willing to pay."
He smiled. "I'll pay depending on how well you can earn it. So, get in."
I climbed in and he put his big hand on my thigh, parting my legs slightly. "Where are you taking me?"
The guy smirked. "Just somewhere a little more private." He pulled up to a small, abandoned looking farm house and parked behind it. "Get down on your knees." He motioned to the footwell of the vehicle.
"Sir, I can't fit-"
The man grabbed my wrists. "Then make yourself fit." He pulled me out of my seat and over his lap. I couldn't help but squirm, feeling uncomfortable while I was so up close and personal with him. He put his face in my neck and licked up and around my face. "Mm, the young ones always taste the sweetest." I couldn't help but flinch back but I found myself trapped between him and the steering wheel, unable to get away. "Spread your legs." I spread them hesitantly and he cupped my crotch, rubbing it aggressively.
"Ah, ah!" I grunted as he ground his hips against my ass. "Ow!" He nipped at my neck, hard enough that it felt like he was drawing blood. "Stop, that hurts!" I tried to scramble away from him and I made it halfway out the window before I felt claws digging into my hips and an inhuman strength. "Let me go, you sick fuck!" He started to roll the window up so that I was truly trapped before I felt him start to rip at my pants, trying to pull them off. "Stop! Don't touch me!" I yelped as I felt him start to shove his fingers into my ass, dry. He bit deeply into the large vein in my inner thigh and I screamed in utter agony.
"What the fuck is going on over here?! Get your hands off of him!" Before I knew it, the glass was being shattered and a tall woman was pulling me out of the car and into her arms. The vampire or whatever he was sped away as she carried me towards the house. I was shaking, and there were tears rolling down my cheeks as she sat me down on the porch steps and crouched in front of me. "What's your name, honey?" She was already pulling off her jacket and wrapping it around my shoulders.
"D-Dean." I wanted to cry as my voice broke.
"Hi, Dean. My name is Egyptia, but you can call me Gypsy." She looked me over clinically. "Are you hurt, Dean?" As she spoke, she was pulling my jeans back up without her eyes ever leaving my face. She tipped my chin up when I wouldn't look her in the eye. "You don't have to talk about why or what just happened," She said softly. "I just need to know if you're hurt."
