I do not own Supernatural or its characters, I only own characters that I create.

Note: Hi guys! I finally decided to start writing. I was too afraid to share my ideas before. I thought nobody would ever like them but I guess it's about time we all stopped being afraid! Let me know what you think! I'd appreciate it! Thanks in advance! ~ImmortalityWinchester~

Sam and Dean were chasing a creature at a rather cold autumn night. The creature, scared and out of breath, ran into an alley in an attempt to hide but in vain as he got cornered by the boys. Sam grabbed it by the arm and Dean clutched its jacket. All of the sudden, the three of them vanished into thin air. What was left of them was just a bright purple light and then it started to rain.

Sam and Dean were lying there, passed out in an alley- very similar to the one they had just chased the creature into. Dean opened his eyes. He seemed confused and he moaned in pain. Something wasn't quite normal. The place was darker, colder and scarier. He noticed that Sam was unconscious, and he crawled next to him.

"Sam? Sammy?"

Sam didn't respond. He was cold and his lips had turned slightly blue. Dean nudged him and shook him. Sam groaned which made Dean release the breath of relief. Dean tried to stand up and gave Sam a hand, holding him from falling back down on his knees, as he was still dazed.

"You okay?" said Dean. The role of the "protective brother" came more natural to him than breathing.

Sam nodded "yeah" but he, suddenly, grabbed his stomach and threw up. Dean was a little worried but he calmed his mind by thinking that the creature must have messed with them somehow. He tapped Sam in the back.

"Yeah… You're aces big guy."

Sam needed a moment to get it together and then he turned his eyes to Dean, like a little child looking at his father figure for answers.

"What the hell was that?"

"I'll tell you what it wasn't! A friggin' vamp!"

Dean was worried and that came out as frustration as he looked at Sam like it was his fault. Sam cleared his throat because, well, maybe it was partly his fault.

"Now what?" said Sam in a calm way.

"Let's go home, take a shower, grab a bite 'cause you got plenty of research to do!"

Sam's eyebrows snapped together. Dean's anger was clearly gone. Besides, he could never stay mad at Sam for too long. Dean tapped him in the back and smirked.

"Yeah? And what're you planning to do in the meantime?"

"Supervise you! With my eyes wide shut!"

Dean passed by him with a smug smile on his face, which made Sam frown once again. As he stood there, trying to get it together, while watching Dean walk away, he felt his body heavier, and a strange feeling overflowed him. He tried his best to shake it off and he followed his brother.