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Pete tells them what he did.
He’s hesitant at first but ones he starts he can’t stop himself. He tells them everything: every detail, every doubt, every thought he had until his throat dries.
Andy is angry. No, no…he is furious.
Pete knows his friend well enough not to move when he senses the punch coming. It connects with his cheek and he surprisingly feels a tooth break from the hit. He spits it out ones his vision focuses again but stays silent. He's said enough.
Sam, Dean and Joe watching them both worried but silent as well.
“You fucking idiot.” Andy hisses.
“…I had to.” Pete wipes the blood from his mouth, staring at the ground.
“You just fucking killed him.” Andy growls.
Pete’s eyes snap towards him, anger suddenly flaring from all the guilt. “He was already dying!”
“He is in agony!”
“He already was!” Pete roars. “At least if he dies now I won’t feel bad for just standing there and doing shit!”
“What if he turns?” Sam’s small voice makes them both turn.
Joe is rubbing his hands together looking worried. “Yeah, what if..? Then he’ll live right?” He says and there’s a touch of hopefulness in his voice.
Andy grimaces.
“He was half dead when he got bit, I seriously doubt it.” Dean mutters.
Pete turns to Dean, straightening his posture. “Patrick’s strong. If anyone can survive it’s him.”
Dean huffs a laugh shaking his head. “Whatever gets you through the night, kid.”
A scream rips through their conversation and Pete immediately heads to Patrick’s room. Andy grabs him by his hood and pulls him back. “No. You don’t get to go to him.”
Pete stares at Andy in shock.
“You’ve fucking done enough.” He moves in front of Pete and shoves him back. “You stay here and we’ll go check on him.”
The drummer’s words tear through Pete like a knife and he grits his teeth taking a step back.
Andy turns on his heels and walks away; he looks at Dean as he passes by him as says. “Don’t kill him.”
The older Winchester just gives him a small nod.
Pete hears him perfectly and looks away, his eyes stinging ones more.
Andy, Joe and Sam go to Patrick’s room leaving the other two.
They listen as Patrick’s screams die down until they finally stop. Dean lets out a sigh before nodding his head and clearing his throat.
“I’m gonna go clear my head.” Pete turns to the hunter in surprise. “I’m sure you’re gonna stay here and behave.”
Pete’s brow frowns.
Dean gives him a forced smile. “You don’t want to fuck up anything else, right?”
The vampire’s gaze hardens but he doesn’t say a word, watching silently as the hunter walks away.
The silence gets to Pete in only a few minutes and he quietly makes his way to Patrick’s room.
He sits down next to the door and leans back against the wall. He closes his eyes and listens to the others’ voices. It soothes him a little bit even though he can hear Joe’s voice shake as he tries to hold back his tears.
The three in the room check over Patrick over and over again desperately trying to find some way to help him, to fix him but Pete knows it’s futile.
After some time they leave the room. Andy jumps a little when he sees Pete sitting by the door but he just says “Stay out of the room.” before storming off.
Joe follows him out and gives Pete a sad look, before walking on not saying a word.
Sam is the last one to leave. He shuts the door behind him and sits next to him.
Pete glances up at him a little surprised.
“He fell asleep.”
The vampire nods solemnly.
“We tried giving him painkillers but it didn’t seem to work.” Sam rubs his eyes tiredly. “I honestly think he just passed out from exhaustion.”
“Yeah, I figured.”
The younger hunter turns to Pete curiously. “Is that what the other vampire said or are you speaking from experience?”
“No, no. Brendon…um…the Dandy said that we just have to wait it out and see what happens.” Pete shrugs his shoulders, playing with the edges of his sleeves. “I honestly don’t remember turning.”
Sam’s eyebrows shoot up. “Really? How?! I mean…I’ve heard it’s one of the most painful things.”
“Beckett…he um…he kind of drugged me, I think. I was pretty drunk at the time and then when I went to hang out with his “friends” he gave me this weird drink and I passed out. When I woke up I had already turned.”
Sam shakes his head in disbelief. “Wow”
Pete nods lightly. “Yeah.”
Sam sighs and after a few moments mutters. “Listen Pete I just wanted to say…I get it.”
The young vampire turns to the Winchester in shock.
Sam glances at him and gives him a tight smile rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know if it was right. But I do get why you did it.”
The edges of Pete’s mouth turn up for a moment. “Thanks.”
Sam nods his head before getting to his feet and heading towards the living room. He stops before turning the corner and looks at the vampire with hesitation. “Ï hope things turn out…”
His brow frowns and he shuts his mouth before opening it again, thinking over his next words.
Pete raises a brow.
“…well…not horribly?” Sam tries awkwardly and Pete snorts.
“Yeah, I hope so too.”
Sam gives him a small smile and Pete returns it, as he watches the Winchester walk away.
***
Sam finds his brother outside Sitting on the hood of the Impala with a beer in his hand.
The younger Winchester walks up to him and leans against the car. They sit in silence and watch gray clouds pass through the night sky above them.
Sam dares to glance at his brother with a small worried frown. “Dean?”
“There’s a 90% chance this turns to shit, you know that right?”
His brother’s tone is cold and Sam looks away biting the inside of his cheeks before nodding. “Yeah, I know.”
“The kid will either die or turn into a monster.”
Sam’s head snaps towards Dean and his gaze darkens. “Pete didn’t.”
“Pete’s a different story.” The older hunter doesn’t spare is brother a look. “He’s strong.”
Sam gets up from leaning against the car and turns fully to his brother. “And you think Patrick isn’t?!”
Dean locks eyes with his brother. “No I don’t.”
Sam’s mouth falls open before he huffs and turns around starting to pace. “You’re a fucking idiot.”
“Sammy, come on.” Dean sighs and takes a swing of his beer. “Look the kid is good and brave but also he’s naive as hell, which I don’t know how that’s possible considering the world he’s living in.”
“How can you say that?!” Sam snaps. “After everything he’s done! He’s saved so many people, he keeps Pete in check. He fucking let Pete drink for him even though he knew he might get attacked!”
“That doesn’t make him strong! That makes him fucking stupid!” Dean shouts back flinging his bottle into an ally.
“Dean!”
“That kid has never been in a real life threatening situation! This was his first and what we’ve seen the last few days he wasn’t handling it well!”
“He was dying, you dipshit!” Sam roars back.
Dean gets off the hood of the car his eyes burning with anger. “He can’t handle pain! You think that if he turns he’ll be able to handle that hunger?! Pete couldn't even handle that! The thing that stopped him was his fucking guilt!”
Sam takes a step back as his brother takes one forward. “And Patrick doesn’t have that.”
Sam looks down at his feet biting his lower lip and urging the tears in his eyes to stop.
The older Winchester lets out a long sigh and rubs his eyes tiredly. Silence settles between them again.
“I’m sorry, Sammy.”
Sam just crosses his arms still looking at the ground the cold night air making him curl into himself, or at least that’s what he tells himself.
“I just want you to know that it’s very likely that things will turn to shit and when that happens we’ll need to make some hard decisions.”
Sam nods before looking at his brother again. “Okay. But I want you to know that the first thing I will do is try to reason with him.”
Sam sees his brother’s jaw clench before he breaths out his nose and nods. “Fine.”
“I’m going inside.” Sam says gesturing to the warehouse.
“I’m be a few minutes.” Dean mutters and leans against the car again, watching his little brother go back inside.
***
After everyone decides to go back to their rooms and try to sleep, seeing as they can’t do anything else, Pete sneaks into Patrick’s room.
Pete finds his best friend shaking in the bed and covered in sweat. He’s passed out so Pete can risk getting closer. He gets a rag, sits on the bed and starts wiping all the sweat. His hand is shaking a little bit but he ignores it, staring at his friend.
Patrick looks even worse than before. Pete takes a deep breath and shudders. Patrick’s sweet intoxicating smell is gone.
He still reeks of venom but there’s something else too that he can’t quite put his finger on.
“I’m sorry, Trick. I’m so fucking sorry.” He whispers as he pushes the hair out of his friend’s eyes.
Suddenly Patrick’s eyes snap open and Pete freezes.
They are bloodshot and wide. His pupils are so dilated that the irises can’t be seen.
Pete doesn’t dare to move, too scared of Patrick’s reaction.
“P-Pete?” The singer’s sweaty brow frowns.
“Yeah?” Pete croaks just barely.
Patrick doesn’t look away from him. “Something’s…wrong…” His body suddenly shakes so hard Pete has to grab his shoulders.
“I feel…c-cold…” Patrick gasps before gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut. Pete puts his hand on the back for his friend’s head to steady him, not really knowing what to do.
“Shhh, it’s okay.”
Patrick continues to shake. “P-Pete…wh-what’s happening?”
Pete looks at his friend’s eyes, filled with fear, pain and a little hope as he waits for Pete to help him.
The vampire tries to put on a reassuring smile. “It’s…it’s gonna be okay, I promise. It’s gonna pass! You just….you just need to wait it out. Just bear it a little longer, okay?”
Confusion spreads across Patrick’s face but just before he can ask there’s a loud crack and he convulses on the bed.
“Patrick?!” Pete tries to keep him in place but his friend is trashing too much, those loud cracks echoing from time to time. And it take Pete a minute to realize that that’s the sound of bones breaking.
He tightens his grip desperate to stop what’s happening. “ Patrick, stop! Stop moving!”
Finally the singer can’t take it and he lets out a desperate scream.
In a few moments the others are in the room.
Dean and Joe pull Pete off Patrick while Andy and Sam try to figure out what’s happening.
“ I told you to stay out of the room!” Andy walks up and shoves him back towards the door.
“I’m sorry! I just...I just wanted to check on him!” Pete holds his hands up in surrender.
“What happened?” Sam asks from the bed.
“I-I-I don’t know! He woke up and told me he wasn’t feeling well and…and that he was cold and then he just started t-trashing around!”
Andy shoves Pete out of the door and slams it shut in his face.
The vampire doesn’t move from his spot waiting anxiously. Patrick’s screams continue for ten straight minutes before they finally stop.
The door opens and Andy storms out of the room.
“What?” Pete asks as Dean passes by him.
He grabs Joe’s arm and stops him. “Joe, please man. What happened?”
Joe sighs rubbing the back of his neck. “Andy had to sedate him ‘cause he just wouldn’t stop screaming.” Joe sniffs a little bit and shrugs. “I guess the bite is changing him or something I don’t know.”
Pete nods and lets go of his friend, taking a step back.
Joe looks him in the face for the first time in a while. “It wasn’t like that with you. You told us you just woke up and you were…”
“It was different…” Pete looks down at his feet now unable to meet his friend’s eyes.
“That’s just not fucking fair, man.” Joe mumbles, tiredly and a little bit mad.
“Yeah, tell me about it.”
The door behind them clicks shut and Sam puts his hands on each of their shoulders. “Come on guys let’s let him sleep.”
Joe nods but Pete shrugs the Winchester’s hand off. “I..um…I’m gonna stay here. You know...just in case.”
The two humans nod and leave him be.
Pete sits down next to the door and just listens. He ends up falling asleep at some point, Patrick’s very faint heartbeat lulling him.
He dives into a sea of nightmares, familiar laughter cutting his body like icy wind.
Voices and screams ring through his ears some joyful others painful. He feels Beckett’s cold body pressed against his as long arms wrap around him from behind like snakes holding him, choking him.
…Marvelous…!
…What a marvelous thing you did…!
…You’ve become almost as cruel as me…
…But you get it now don’t you…?…Why be so fragile and....
….weak when you can be like us and drink from life itself…
…Come to me Peter…!
….Come to me and bring your dear friend…
…I sense he’ll be…quite fun….!
Pete wakes up in a cold sweat from the sound of Patrick screaming. He turns around as another pain filled cry echoes from the door and then is abruptly cut short.
Pete hears the others coming towards him as he quickly gets to his feet and yanks the door open. Light bursts through from the hallway and Pete sees Patrick sitting up on his bed, shaking.
“Patrick!”
“What’s wrong?!”
“Is he okay?”
Andy, Joe, Sam and Dean stop right behind Pete talking away but Patrick just sits there in the dark room and breathes hard.
“P-Patrick. You…you’re awake...” the edges of Pete’s lips curl as he takes a step forward. “…Trick?”
Glowing red eyes turn towards Pete as Patrick looks at him. A low growl rumbles from the singer’s chest as he turns fully to the others.
Everyone feels a shiver run down their spines as those eyes lock on to each of them until they finally stop on Pete again.
“What…did you do?” Patrick’s voice is rough and deep from all the screaming.
The minute Pete hears the question his blood runs cold. “I…Patrick I’m sorry…I just…” He blinks back the tears filling his eyes and the moment he does Patrick is suddenly in front of him.
His eyes look even bloodier from up close and as he, bares his now sharp fangs. Pete only has a second to process before a fist connects with his face at an incredible speed and sends him flying.
Pete knocks everyone else behind him, hitting the open door that leads into the living room.
The others groan getting to their feet but freeze when Patrick just walks past them like he doesn’t even see them. His fingers are bloody as now sharp claws have replaced his nails. There’s also blood covering his newly grown teeth.
Pete staggers to his feet still dazed from the hit and looks at his approaching friend. The bassist runs into the living room as he spits out a few teeth from his mouth.
Patrick walks into the living room and charges at Pete roaring. “YOU TURNED ME, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”
He slams into Pete like a tank and pushes him back with an inhuman speed until he hits a wall. Pete groans at the impact, Patrick’s hand wrapping around Pete’s neck and lifting him off his feet.
The vampire grabs onto his friend’s hand as he gasps for air. “I….I’m…s-sorry!”
“YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” Patrick’s fist connects with Pete’s face. He pulls his hand back, his knuckles bloody and hits him again and again, and again.
The others run into the room. Joe takes in the scene before him, grabs the nearest nonlethal object, which happens to be a lamp, and chugs it at Patrick’s back.
The break echoes through the warehouse and the singer stops his assault on the bassist, drops him and turns to Joe, glaring.
“Shit.” Joe mutters under his breath as Patrick starts walking towards him.
Andy quickly steps in front of him pulling out his sword. “Patrick, no. Back off, man.”
Patrick just growls as he speeds up.
Dean reaches for his gun but Sam grabs his hand pulling it down. “Sam, what the hell?”
Sam pushes him back. “No! Don’t you fucking there! Not yet!”
Andy lifts his blade ready for a fight but just as Patrick reaches him Pete jumps on his back, his arm immediately locking around his neck. Patrick staggers and starts trying to throw Pete off his back.
The bassist wraps his legs around the new vampire’s waist and shouts to the others. “Get the fuck out of here!”
“Are you fucking crazy?!”, “Like hell, you fucker!!” Andy and Joe yell in unison.
“GET! OFF!” Patrick screams as he digs his claws into Pete’s shoulders and flips him off his back. He lifts him up with one hand before slamming him down into the ground.
Pete gasps as the air in knocked out him and feels a rib break. Patrick is a lot stronger right now.
The singer lifts Pete by the collar of his shirt before slamming him down again. “HOW COULD YOU, YOU FUCKER!” Patrick screams and Pete watches as bloody tears start streaming down his face.
He’s about to apologies again but that’s when a gunshot rings through the room. Patrick yelps as pain flares in his arm. His gaze snaps towards the assailant and lock with Dean Winchester’s.
“Get off him, kid.” The hunter orders as the other 3 humans stare at him in shock.
“Dean, stop!” Sam goes to grab his brother’s gun again but that’s when the newly made vampire charges towards them. Dean sees him first and pushes Sam away as he starts to fire again and again.
“NO! Stop!” Andy and Joe yell but the hunter ignores them, walking forward.
Unfortunately for Dean every single bullet is dodged and before the older hunter can react, Patrick is standing in front of him and grabbing his gun.
He pushes it up just as Dean fires and the shot hits the ceiling. Patrick pulls Dean forward by his shirt as he growls shakily. “How about you fuck off, Winchester?”
Dean is send flying and crashes on the table, breaking it.
Patrick stares at the unconscious Winchester, shocked at how easy that was. It suddenly clicks for him that she shouldn't be able to do that. The singer looks down at his hands curiously. But then something wraps around his neck and yanks him back.
Patrick only has a moment to figure out what’s happening before fire suddenly explodes around his neck. He shrieks as smoke starts coming out from his neck and he reaches out his hands to claw at it.
“Patrick! Stop, please! This isn’t you!” Sam begs from behind him.
The vampire looks over his shoulder at the young hunter and roars as anger fills him.
He charges forward but is stopped, the thing around his neck sinking into his skin even further. Patrick pulls and pulls with all his might and finally the thing snaps.
He staggers forward breathing hard and holding his burned neck. He looks back at the younger Winchester and the now broken silver chain in his hands.
Sam quickly holds up his hands. “Patrick, please. I’m sorry but you have to stop and think.”
But the new vampire just runs over and backhands Sam as hard as he can sending him crashing into Andy’s drum set, the sound echoing through the room.
Patrick gasps and covers his ears, the sound suddenly too loud to bear. He starts to back away but then Pete slams into him from the side and they both fall to the ground.
Andy and Joe use the opportunity to run to the Winchesters: Andy to Sam and Joe to Dean.
“Patrick! Please, you need to stop!” Pete’s face is bruised and bleeding, one of his eyes has already started to swell but his grip is as strong as ever as he holds his friend down.
“I know it hurts right now but you need to realize what you’re doing! Please!”
Patrick’s eyes snap up and rage blows up in them. He grabs Pete’s hands and in one swift motion that no human can do lifts himself to his feet and charges at the nearest wall.
He slams Pete so hard the wall cracks. “YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!”
He pulls Pete forward so their faces are only inches apart and growls. “You have…no idea what I’m feeling right now. You slept through it all. Remember, dumbass?”
Pete’s eyes go wide at those words but before he can say anything else Patrick slams him into the wall again before leaning forward.
“You think…I don’t know what I’m doing…?” His voice shakes as his hand grabs Pete’s neck and squeezes. “You think I don’t realize…what you did to me, you selfish fucker…?”
Pete gasps for breath, tears falling down his cheeks.
Patrick can hear the tiny whimper that escapes his lips and then the sound of…a blade cutting skin?
Patrick’s brow frowns before the scent suddenly hits him.
Pete feels the grip on his neck loosen and watches as Patrick’s pupils dilate.
The new vampire suddenly moans with want, his whole body starting to tremble. He looks over his shoulder to see Sam Winchester standing a few feet away from him with a bleeding forearm and a knife in his hand.
“Sam…n-no!” Pete croaks but Patrick ignores him and just drops him to the ground. He turns around and starts walking towards the hunter mesmerized, his eyes wide and mouth filled with saliva.
“Come on, Patrick.” Sam says taking a step back. “I got ya, buddy.”
“Patrick, don’t! ” Joe shouts lifting his gun and firing at his friend. Unfortunately his hands are shaking too much and the shot only grazes Patrick’s side.
The singer doesn’t even react. He jumps the hunter and they both hit the ground. Patrick grabs Sam’s arm and holds it steady as he leans down.
Just as he’s about to sink his teeth in it a shock wracks his body. His spine snaps up straight as the shock going through his body increases.
He feels Sam move from under him and for a moment he thinks “No! I need…” But the shock grows with each second and his back bends back as he lets out a pained scream.
The shock stops and the world around Patrick goes dark as he hits the ground unconscious.
The others watch speechless as Andy takes a step away from the singer the taser in his hand falling to the ground.
“Sorry. Patrick.” He whispers before going to help Sam to his feet. Joe helps Dean up to his feet silently and they all watch as Pete crawls to his unconscious friend.
Pete sits next to Patrick and turns him around so he’s lying on his back before pulling his head on his lap. His face is a bloody swollen mess but he ignores and just uses his sleeve to clean the blood off of Patrick’s face.
“Kid?” Dean takes a step closer wincing as he walks.
“If you try to hurt him I will rip your spine out.” It’s a clear threat but Pete’s voice is so dead and shaky that it sounds more like a plea.
“He won’t do that Pete, don’t worry.” Sam pipes up reassuringly.
“We..uh…we need to tie him down.” Joe says quietly. “And then we can try and figure out what to do.”
“Yeah.” Andy nods and takes Sam to the kitchen so he can take care of the cut on his hand.
Joe and Dean follow them, leaving Pete and Patrick on the ground covered in blood.