A/N This is a sequel to What If Live Free or Twihard. You may want to read that first. It takes place a year after that story, so season 2, and I've set it immediately following Roadkill. I don't usually start posting until I am done with a story, or at least have it mapped out in my head. This is a total WIP, I don't even know how it's going to end yet.

Sam and Dean were in another crap hotel sleeping after wrapping up their latest case. It was exactly one year later after Dean had been turned back from a vampire. Unfortunately, they hadn't known the cure had an expiration date.

Dean rolled over and woke up. He was a vampire again. He could feel it. He looked over and saw Sam sleeping in the next bed. His father had told him he would have to save Sam or kill him. He would be in a much better position to save him as a vampire. So much stronger than usual. Sam had been freaking out about going "darkside," but that didn't matter. Dean was only concerned with keeping Sam alive—and with him.

Sam felt like he was being watched and sat up abruptly upon waking. "What's wrong, Dean?" he asked. It was kind of creepy the way his brother was staring at him.

"I was just thinking about that case we just finished. That Farmer Roadkill's wife's body was up in that attic for years," Dean said, devising a plan.

"Yeah, so?"

"We should go back and purify the attic."

"Why?" Their father had always been into the purifying rituals, but Dean had thought they were a waste of time and after a lot of research Sam and Bobby had backed him up. Now all of the sudden he wanted to purify a non-hallowed resting place.

"Just a feeling is all," Dean said, knowing that would probably do the trick. Sam usually trusted vague feelings.

"Alright," Sam said and got up and grabbed his jeans.

SSS

They got to the house and headed up to the attic. Dean silently cursed in his head. He had forgotten he had broken the door. He would have to be quick about fixing it.

They both stepped into the room. Dean handed Sam the salt and Sam knelt down to spread it over the floor.

Dean hit Sam over the head to knock him out. "Sorry, Sammy," he said.

He grabbed the rope, the ghost had hanged herself with and tied Sam's hands behind his back in case he woke before Dean was ready.

He found that he had taken the door of the hinges cleanly, so that was actually a pretty easy fix. He reinforced it, of course and now it was stronger than ever. He knew the greatest threat to Sam was demons, so he painted a huge devil's trap that covered the entire attic, and spread salt at the door. There was no window, which was good. One less way for Sammy to get out.

He then took the lock off of the inside of the door and installed one outside, and shut Sam up in the room. He hoped to be done with his work and back with his brother before he woke up. He had to explain that he was keeping him safe. Before he set to the rest of the work, though, he had to fortify himself. He bit into Sam and drank a little over a pint. Not much more than if he were to donate blood, Dean told himself.

He went downstairs and spread salt at all the doors and windows and painted devil's traps in strategic spots. Then he went outside and put up demon warding sidgils on trees all over the property. He had forgotten how large the place was. This was going to take a while.

SSS

Sam woke groggy. The last thing he remembered was Dean behind him, handing him the salt. But, why would Dean knock him out and tie him up? He must be in trouble. "DEAN!" he yelled.

Dean was outside, but heard his brother yelling. He ran upstairs and opened the attic door. "Sammy."

"What's going on?" Sam asked, when he saw that Dean was obviously free and apparently unhurt.

"Remember last year when I was turned into a vampire and Bobby had that cure to turn me back?"

"Yeah," Sam shuddered. Dean being a vampire had been the worst week of his life. It had been the only time he was afraid of his brother.

"Well, I think the cure was temporary. Isn't that great?" Dean beamed.

Sam blanched. His brother was a vampire again? That meant he was obsessed with him and explained the kidnapping. "Dean, please. We'll get to Bobby's. Maybe he can just dose you up again," Sam pleaded.

Dean's face got dark. "Sammy, I don't understand why you fight me on this. Look, this is a good thing. As a vampire, I'll be more able to protect you from demons."

"Did you feed off of me?" Sam asked, realizing he recognized he weakness he was feeling from the other time Dean fed on him.

"Yeah. But, that means I can untie you. You can't fight me or outrun me, especially in a weakened state." Dean untied Sam. He had already removed all the sharp objects from the room so Sam couldn't attack him.

Sam looked longingly at the door behind Dean, but he knew Dean was right. Vampires were fast and strong. Without a weapon, and with blood loss, he was no match for Dean.

Dean saw Sam's look to the door. He got enraged. Why did his brother always want to leave him? He grabbed Sam by the collar and lifted him up off of his feet and threw him into the wall.

All of Dean's rages as a vampire were coming back to Sam. He remembered all the mood swings. So loving and protective one minute, full of wrath and abuse the next. He had had no idea what would have happened last time if Dad and Bobby hadn't come to the rescue. His dad was dead and Bobby had no idea this was happening again.

Dean looked down at his brother and regretted his actions. He couldn't apologize, though. Sam needed to learn that this was his new home and he wasn't leaving. And Dean wanted loyalty. Was that too much too ask?

He stalked out of the attic and locked the door. Then he went out to the Impala, so he could find himself some grub. The lives of a few humans was a small price to pay for the strength to save Sam.

SSS

When Sam heard the car, he started looking for a way out of the room. There was only the door. Dean had clearly reattached it tightly and it was securely locked. There was nothing to use for a weapon. He was trapped here forever…or until Dean couldn't control his rage, or his appetite, and killed him.

A/N I have no idea what to do for a what if for Time for a Wedding. If anyone has any suggestions, let me know. You may or may not know I already wrote a story about Becky casting a spell so Sam would love her (at least for the weekend while he thought she was Jessica), but it didn't turn out according to her plan, so I'm a little stumped as to what to do now.