Alright guys here we are again. I love vampires not gonna lie. I even like Twilight, much I am sure to Dean's disappointment. So vampire Dean. Come on! That's a no brainer for me. So this is set in episode 6.05 but there's just one thing. Sammy has his soul still. Which actually changes the whole thing. I feel the need to post the lyrics to the song that inspired this fic. ENJOY!

AGE OF INFORMATION-OUTSIDE

Tonight
we settle this tonight
for every single minute that we linger
will burn me to your side
your side

Believe
that every drop you bleed
could never ever satiate the hunger
that eats away at me

So release me
release me yeah yeah
just leave me
outside

The lie
I've stretched and opened wide
has thrown me to this ever constant darkness
to keep secrets I can't hide

So release me
release me yeah yeah
just leave me
outside

What is gone can never change
and all your words just make this harder
I'm a faithless martyr
who has lost so much along the way
these bloody hands cannot escape this
but I cannot take this
anymore

Release me
release me yeah yeah
just leave me
outside

Release me
release me
just leave me
outside

Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Dean. DAMMIT! Nor do I own "Age of Information's: OUTSIDE (you should listen to it though...REALLY!)

Dean leaned with his hands on the sink, looking in the mirror. He didn't see anything different. He still looked like himself. Still 6 feet and a little change. Still dashingly handsome if he said so himself. Still tired looking, but looks could be deceiving.

Already he could sense things changing. First off the light was like a tangible and blinding thing. When it flared up it was like looking into a wielding fire; all brightness and pain. The sounds were no better. He could hear the mice scrambling in the walls. He could hear the TV two door down from him. It was blaring. Assaulting. Almost Immobilizing.

He tried to figure out how the hell he had managed to end up in this predicament. It was a stupid mistake. Which led to one of the most fucked up debacles of his entire life.

Sam.

He couldn't remember. He knew they had gone to some ridiculously emo bar called "The Black Rose". He knew that they had found a couple of likely suspects. Two morons who fit the bill of a hunting vampire. He and Sam had split up. Stupid. He knew it was, it's not like him and Sam couldn't take care of themselves. He knew they could. But his gut told them to stick together. And when Dean had a gut instinct, there were very few times when he ignored it. It had saved his life more than once. And now not listening to it would end it. There was nowhere to go from here but down. Even if he had seen vampire that were "tame" Dean knew that no such thing existed.

He turned the water on the brownish trickle sounding more like a waterfall to the eldest Winchester. He cupped his hands and collected the liquid in his palms before letting it splash over his face. He ran his hand through his already disarrayed hair. And looked up at his reflection again. No. Nothing had changed.

He had tried to get Sam to kill him. That was of course a dead end. Dean couldn't blame his younger brother, but it was the right thing to do dammit, it was the smart thing to do, so naturally he wouldn't. Maybe his Grandfather would be more helpful when he showed. Samuel Winchester seemed like he could chop off Dean's head. He might be remorseful, but its seems like Grandpa, was a black and white sortta guy. And at this point Dean was pretty damn sure he fell into the black category.

Thoughts raced through his head at an almost debilitating speed. He thought of going to see Lisa and Ben one more time. Lisa had been good to him. Took him in when he had lost everything. And he cared for her. Moreover deep down, he was pretty sure that Lis had lied to him. Dean was pretty sure that Ben really was his. His own personal mini-me.

Of course going to see them, was probably the worst idea he could come up with. And it's not like he was thinking clearly. He could hear blood pumping from the other room. It stirred something wild in him. It called.

Dean was trying so hard to resist, he had indented the sink with his fingers. Forgetting he was stronger now, faster. Dangerous.

"Fuck." Dean cursed quietly turning off the tap, only ending up with the knob to the cold water breaking off in his hand. It was getting worse. He knew how this went down. He'd taken out enough blood sucking fiends to know, that end the end, the hunger would always win. It would eat at him until there was nothing left of Dean Winchester. Not his eat-shit-and-die grin or his love for his brother. There would be nothing left except primal need, and feral instinct. Someone really needed to cut his head off, before it came to that point. They really fucking did.

He couldn't blame Sammy for this. He knew if their positions had been reversed and Sam was demanding that Dean end him, he's give Sam the big "Fuck You". He would tell him to find someone else to do it. That's why Samuel was coming. Sammy couldn't hack it. Hack him. Dean smirked at the thought.

Pain spiked into his gums and he pulled his upper lip back to reveal a small fang that had broken through. The visual change hit him hard. It was the first tangible proof he was a monster.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, pounding on the ugly green bathroom door. He rapped so hard, paint flecks fluttered to the ground. With Dean's new enhanced sight, it was the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen.

"Dean." Sam tried again. "Look Samuels here and we've got an idea."

Dean yanked the door open, wrenching it off its pins. He tossed the now crushed door knob into his little brothers hands.

"An idea?" Dean said with angry skepticism. "There are no ideas when it comes to this Sammy. It's pretty cut and dry."

He turned and walked over to his brother and grandfather. "I'm a monster. We kill monsters." Dean said flatly.

"Dean listen to me." Sam said grabbing his older brother's shoulders. Dean pulled away quickly like he had been burned. The pump of Sam's heart an invitation to his thirst. Sam too took at startled step back, realizing that Dean must be trying to tamp down the urge to feed.

"There's an antidote." Sam said knowingly. "Samuel has it in his journal."

Dean turned to his grandfather, who had up until this point not said a word.

"An antidote?" Dean asked in unbelief.

"It's real Dean." Samuel assured him. "I've got things that you boys could have never dreamed existed."

"Huh" Dean said scrubbing a hand down his chin. "Oh yeah how does it work?"

"Pretty much sends your blood back to the point it was before you were bitten." Samuel said honestly. "It's a purge, but I am telling you it's no picnic. It won't be easy."

"I am dangerous." Dean growled. "Don' you guys get that?"

Sam took a step towards him. And stopped mid-stride remembering at the last second to keep his distance.

"We do Dean, really." The youngest Winchester said agreeing. "But if there's a chance we can get you back to normal don't you want to try it?"

"Hell yes Sammy." Dean admitted freely. "I have gone through too damn much to kick over now." He began to pace needing to do something with all the adrenaline surging through his body. Anything to take his mind off coursing blood in his family's veins.

"But not at the expense of innocent people!" Dean said slamming his hand down on the end table in front of him causing it to shudder and crack in half. "I am not safe Sammy. I will hurt someone. It's just a matter of time. How long with this antidote take to make?"

"Well there are a few things we have, a few we need to get." Samuel said leaning back on his heels. "Hardest parts going to be the fang of the one that turned you, but I have a plan."

"I'll go with you." Dean said immediately. A little payback to that chunky sleazy guy who force fed him blood sounds pretty damn good right now.

"Dean no." Sam said, "We need to get you somewhere as safe as possible while we gather all the stuff we need."

"No place safer place than dead Sammy." Dean said pointedly. "I mean hell, we don't even know if it will work and in the meantime what? I just sit here and wait to rip someone's throat out. Sounds like a pretty crappy plan to me."

"What if we could stash you somewhere you can't harm anyone?" Sam said trying to bargain with Dean.

Dean threw his hands in the air exasperated. "Like where Sam? Huh? Where the hell can you put me so I can't terrorize the public? I am stronger and faster and a predator. No where you can put me is safe."

"What about the angel?" Samuel suggested. "No way he's gonna let you drain an innocent person."

"What Cas?" Dean said. "He hasn't answered my calls since he pulled his Houdini trick after the final showdown with Satan."

"I think he'll come for this Dean." Sam said trying to reassure his older brother. "I mean it's pretty damn important don't you think?"

"Worse you can do is try." Samuel said encouragingly.

"Fine." Dean huffed. "But I am giving this one shot, and one shot only." Dean paused looking at them. "If this is doesn't pan out we go with plan B."

Dean knew "Plan B" would take him to his death at the hands of his grandfather. Sam and Samuel knew this too.

Samuel Winchester sighed and nodded knowing Dean was resigned to do the right thing. He realized if this angel didn't show he was going to have to kill his eldest grandchild. The thought sat heavy on the hunter's shoulders.

"But-"Sam began.

"No buts Sammy." Dean said cutting him off. "If you can't agree to that, we can just skip the angelic airwaves, and you can kill me now."

"Alright Dean." Sam said quietly. "We'll do it your way."

"Okay." Dean said shrugging. "Here goes." The hunter expelled a breath, looked up at the sky, closed his eyes and began.

"Cas? Cas we've got one hell of a problem down here."

Samuel Winchester looked at Dean sharply. Then he turned to Sam who just shrugged. He knew his older brother had always had trouble contacting Castiel.

Dean paused now, trying to figure out how to explain the mess he'd gotten into to someone who probably wasn't even listening.

"I did something stupid." He continued sheepishly. "I uh-I got turned by a-"He really couldn't believe he was saying this out loud. "A vampire." He said resolutely.

"I wanted Sam to kill me, but you know how big of a wuss he is. Plus he claims there's some kind of antidote, and I can be saved. But I won't put innocent people at risk while they collect the supplies. I won't just sit here and wait to kill someone. So we thought maybe you could keep an eye on me or whatever, until they get what they need. You've got ten minutes Cas. If you don't show by then, maybe I can get someone to finally do the right thing and cut my head off. Uh-So over and out."

Dean opened his eyes to both of them looking at him in a kind of confused horror.

"What?" Dean asked. "I get nervous."

There was silence for several minutes. Dean sat quietly in a chair. As the seconds ticked by thoughts ran through Sam's brain.

Castiel really isn't going to come? I can't believe that. Maybe he just didn't hear. Maybe I can convince Dean to give him a few more minutes. If he doesn't show up and Samuel kills my brother I will hunt him down and kill him. I. Will. Find. A. Way.

Dean sat and the longer the silence is drawn out the more resolute he becomes. He stood up and turned towards Samuel. The elder man shook his head.

"You promised me Samuel. Dean said accusingly "You said if Cas didn't come you would do the right thing. NOW DO IT!"

Samuel raised his blade shakingly and took one step towards his grandson. That one step said everything. Sam jumped up and lunged at his grandfather screaming "Dean no!"

A familiar rustle of wings and a gust of wind Dean had come to associate with the pleasant feeling he got in his chest announced Castiel's presence. Everyone froze where they stood. Sam half way to stopping Samuel. Samuel blade in the air. And Dean moving towards his death.

"Dean." Castiel said looking him up and down as if looking into him. His head tilted to the side with his discovery. "What have you done?"

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