He held the slender forearm in his strong hands with his lips locked to the wound, drinking greedily of the red nectar. He could not get enough as he sucked harder wanting, needing more. A small pale hand caressed his head as words were whispered in a lulling tone. He did not hear the words as all his senses were in overload. He felt alive more so than ever before. His blood thundered in his veins with unleased power. Strange thoughts were in his head, thoughts that were of vampire kind. He could feel his father, his thoughts, what he saw. He could see Sammy as well. There was nothing he could not do, have or be. He had changed into something that made him feel like a god.With such powers he was, and far better than the beings they fed off. At first he had fought it with everything he had. Fear of the unknown of becoming the very thing they had sworn to destroy-evil. But he had not really changed at all. He was the same Dean, but better he told himself. The improved Dean. A small part of him screamed at him to stop, to destroy the sire, but he ignored it.A voice dripping with evil whispered in his mind that he now had it all, he should be grateful that they had chosen him to share this gift.The new vampire lifted his head and looked into the eyes of the girl sitting in the straight backed chair before him. She smiled down triumphly at him as she pulled her bloody wrist from his gasp.

"That is enough, how do you feel?"

"I feel…different." He smiled warmly at her, his green eyes glowing with an unearthly light. Glancing down at the blood still staining his steady fingers, he slid them seductively across his full lips, slowly and methodically licking them as he longingly watched her. "The taste is…" he wasn't sure how to describe the exhilarating metallic taste or how it made him feel.

"I remember experiencing the same feelings when I crossed over. They get better. I promise." She reached out with her cold hand and softly caressed his face as she thought about her next human conquest, for this one was no longer mortal. "Are you ready to go hunting?" After tonight he would be on his own. She could not feed on him any longer as his changed blood would not satisfy her hunger.

"Yeah, yeah, I am." He was surprised at how the hunger pulled at him, he'd never felt a sensation like this before. Would he always feel this way, he wondered? "I do know how to, you know."

She smiled at his response, completely knowing who the man with her used to be. "Yes, to hunt monsters, not humans. Tonight I will teach you how to find and take what you want from the human cattle." She really hated the vulnerable animals, for they were more evil than her kind. Killing not for food but for fun, lying and pretending to be something they are not. Trying to destroy the earth, kill off all life. They did not follow the laws their own people set for them. Unlike the vampire who had a covinent that was rarely broken, and when it was meant death. They had leaders, and vampire police that helped keep their world orderly. There were things a vampire would not do. Not so with humans. Rarely did she turn a victims as they weren't worthy of being a vampire. But this one was different he could kill easily, control his emotions, loyal to a fault and would do anything to protect those who needed him. If only he had been born a natural he could have one day been a leader she thought. What a gloriously beautiful vampire he made. The human women will be begging for his bite.

Annette stood as Dean got off the floor. He followed her out hotel room number twenty-two and into the night. The night surrounded him, caressing him like a lover, welcoming him. He no longer feared the darkness as he blended into it, became a part of it.

Sounds were now painfully clear to his changed ears; conversations whispered- caustic and unwelcome. Smells became overwhelming as the malodorous scents of food, humans and pollution mingled with the foul essence of nature. He stood for a moment becoming acquainted with his newly heightened senses. He could make out the sight of the black Impala coming down the road a mile away. Dean could see his younger brother behind the wheel. Time to disappear before he arrives. I can't let him see me like this, he thought. His human side emerging as he still was able to care and feel for his brother as his change was so new. So much of the real Dean still existed and his feelings for Sam. How would Sam feel if he knew? Would he stake him, hate him or pity him? He didn't want the last, and he hoped Sam would not do the others either. He needed time to think, to adjust and plan.

Walking beside Annette he moved like the mist into a thickly wooded area and headed for the town town. Running with prematurely speed along side of his female sire he hurdled over a car. Dean was thrilled with the abilities he discovered were now his, and endeavored to try each one out. Annette turned back towards him in mock annoyance as he bounded like a tree monkey high into a towering pine and climbed among the high branches before vaulting to the next.

"Come down, Dean. There is no time for such nonsense. It is time to feed."

Dean's mouth turned down in a frown of disappointment as he lightly jumped over 30 feet to the ground with no effort or repercussions. It was difficult to hold back the growing excitement building in his body; however, he felt a small niggling guilt in the pit of his stomach as the thought of his little brother touched his thoughts. Sam. The thought caused him unexpected pain, but he didn't quite know why. The feeling seemed to be too far to reach, too deeply buried. However, Dean felt a new electrifying thought enter his mind. Where it came from, he was unsure. Sammy, you don't know what you're missing, bro. I can fight evil forever, never grow old or lose my abilities. Have this handsome face forever.

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Sam pulled up to the hotel and turned off the engine. He hurried out of the car and towards his room when he saw his door standing open. Rushing forward he found the room empty. Sam walked in, his heart racing. Where was his brother? He wasn't on the bed or floor. Sam moved towards the bathroom, switched on the light and found it, too, empty. When he turned back to the room, his sharp eyes caught the sight of a reddish brown stain on the yellowing pillow sitting on Dean's bed.

Sitting down, Sam touched the pillow. "Where are you Dean? What happened to you? What happened to you in an hour?" Despite his examination of the room, he couldn't find anything that would tell him what happened or where Dean was. Did Dean leave on his own?

Sam picked up his cell phone and dialed Dean's number. It rang. "Come on Dean, answer the phone."

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Dean settled at the bar and glanced around the smoke filled room, the cigarette smoke overwhelming his senses. Country music played loudly, causing his ears to ring, as he watched couples dancing closely on the floor. Four men to his left played pool, and others talked, flirted and enjoyed the evening. Annette had already chosen her dinner guest and was sitting with him at a corner table.

Who looks good enough in here to eat? He thought. Am I in the mood for blonds, redheads or brunettes? The amber beer in his glass remained untouched. He had ordered it for appearances sake, and out of habit.

A hand lightly touched his arm and he turned to look down into the warm brown eyes of the appealing, slim brunette. Dean smiled as he checked her out. Just what the vampire ordered, he thought with a wicked grin.

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Ten minutes later in a dark alley behind the tavern among the cats, rats and smelly trash, Dean held the girl against a filthy wall and sunk his teeth into her neck. He drank her blood like a thirsty man in the desert who had just found an oasis of water. And, there was no one to stop him from taking what he wanted. He held her weakened body in his arms, tearing harder into the soft, luscious flesh with his fangs. Blood gushed into his mouth filling him to orgasmic levels as he quickly swallowed the ambrosia. His eyes closed in ecstasy as he drained the last of his victim's blood.

He was pulled out of his zenith, much to his chagrin, by the ringing of the cell in his pocket. His left hand pulled the phone out, flicked it open without even looking at the caller. Placing the phone close to his face, and pulling momentarily away from the flesh, he growled angrily into the phone. "What!" Then Dean returned to his feast.

"Dean? Where are you? What happened?" The anxious voice of Sam broke through the phone.

Dean released the now dead and cooling body and glanced at the phone. "Sam, damn it. You have rotten timing."

"Did I interrupt something? You should have told me. You left the door wide open and no note. What was I supposed to think?"

"I'll see you later, Sam." Dean closed the phone and slipped it into his pocket. He glanced at the body and then turned away, allowing it to fall onto the dirt covered asphalt.

Now that he was content with a full stomach, he had to decide. Where was he going to go? He looked towards the alley and a pain of concious hit him hard. It was then he realized that he had killed someone, that he could not deny that he had become a monster. That girl did not deserve it and neither did he. But he was lost to the world of the vampire. He had to be safe before the sun rose. Should he return to his room, and change Sam? It was time, he decided, to make the offer to his brother. After all, they did stick together in everything.A dozen thoughts raced through his mind,and the part thatwas stillDean yelled out inside his head, 'You killed her! Youare a monster!'There was such self loathing on his face as he thought of what he had done, and what he now felt a pull to do. Bite Sam. He transformed into a smoky mist and moved away into the night. Annette watched him go with pride.