After they had him tied down and handcuffed to a chair, Sorento decided to come into his field of vision. Benny pierced him with his ice blue eyes, but Sorento was undeterred. "Gonna make me do this all over again, aren't you?" the man asked him. He had been the one to chop of Benny's head the last time and perhaps it was this fact that made him cocky.

"Hello, Sorento," Benny greeted, mockingly cheery. Then he looked to the woman he loved, Andrea, regarding him, her eyes a mask to her emotions. "He turned you," he said simply. She nodded. The news devastated the vampire but he schooled his face.

Meanwhile Dean's phone buzzed, nearly disclosing his hiding spot. He made sure he was in a safe place when he called his brother back. Sam nearly lost his mind when Dean told him he was taking out a vamp's nest.

"Are you an idiot, Dean? You know better than to go into a vamp nest alone!" he yelled. Dean held the phone to his chest for a minute, trying to stifle the volume of Sam's voice. He assured that he wasn't alone, that he had a friend that had been tracking the nest for a while. Sam asked if it was Garth, a ludicrous hunter that had teamed up with Dean when Sam had temporarily quit the 'family business'. Dean assured him that it wasn't, that it was a friend.
"A friend? Dean, you don't have any – all your friends are dead," Sam said, deadpanned.

Dean didn't have time for this. He interrupted Sam and texted him his coordinates, then set the phone on the mantle as he heard another body stalking towards him. Using the phone as a diversion, Dean came in behind the vampire and chopped it's head off. Dean picked up his cell phone and cursed, seeing that it was destroyed.

Then he listened intently to the woman's voice in the other room, barking an order.

"Sorento, go. Tell the old man it's true," she commanded. When he left Benny looked at her with a measure of surprise and amusement.

"He listens to you?" he drawled out in his Creole accent.

She walked to stand in front of him with slow deliberate steps. "It's been a long time," she purred haughtily. "Our father has come to trust my judgment over Sorento's. I answer only to him."

His eyes flashed at that. "Well, sleeping with God has got to have some perks."

Andrea's hand shot out, quick as a flash and slapped him across his face. Dean winced from behind the wall. Benny merely turned back and looked at her, disappointment wrought on his face.

"Yes, it does," she said simply, her eyes full of mirth. She turned to the two vampires that stood behind her. "Make sure the old man has everything he needs," she ordered and they hurried to obey. She turned to make sure they were gone before she roughly pulled Benny's body forward, gently stroked his and face and kissed him passionately. Her face softened.

"Oh, Benny. When I heard you were back – I don't know – somehow, I knew it was true. I had to believe it, to hope..." she trailed off, continuing to stroke the grizzly sandpaper of his unshaven face. Benny asked what had happened, that the old man had said that he was gonna bleed her dry and Andrea explained that he changed his mind and turned her instead. Benny cursed himself.

"No. It's not your fault. You never hid anything from me, Benny. I chose you," she assured.

Benny got a hurt look on his face. "But why'd you stay... with them, with him? Why?"

"You remember what it's like at first. First, everything resets. Life is blood. That's all. And whoever gives it to you –-," she stated and Benny interrupted her.

"Where's Nicky?" he asked. She licked her lips and looked guiltily at her feet.

"With him. It's complicated..." she trailed off.

"I know. It's complicated. Every damn thing is complicated," he said in frustration. Andrea reached for her waistband where a very large folding knife was hiding. She held it out to Benny.

"It doesn't have to be," she said. He looked up into her rich hazel eyes and realized her intent and started to protest. "Benny, I can't kill him..." she tucked the knife into his jacket, "...none of us can. But you – you came back from the grave. You're proof that he's not all-powerful, that he's not God. He's scared of you, Benny – I know it," she breathed, never taking her eyes off his. She pressed the handcuff key into his hands.

Benny paused, considering. Then he said, carefully, "You understand that I came back to burn his operation to the ground, to stop the killing." They heard a door open.

"Do what you came for, and we can be together," she said wistfully, stroking his face briefly and then stepping away just as Sorento stepped into the room. He stood there, trying very hard to be imposing, his dark eyes staring hard at Benny.

"He wants Benny brought to him."

Meanwhile, as Dean prepared to move the body of the first vampire he had killed, another one turned the hall and focused it's eyes on him. Dean rolled his eyes and muttered a curse, then positioned himself to do battle once again.

Sorento roughly brought a still handcuffed Benny into a room where a man was waiting with his back turned toward them. He turned to face him and ice blue eyes and young boyishly handsome face relaxed in greeting.

Benny's eyes squinted as he regarded him. "Hello, father," he said without warmth.

The maker held out his arms, clad in a light brown high collared preppy cardigan. "Benny. I have no words."

Benny smiled wryly. "Now, I know that ain't true."

"Can you help us understand?" the Maker asked beseechingly. "I know you don't owe us anything, but how? How are you here, standing in front of me?" Benny told him that he found a way back. The old man asked if it was from Hell. Benny explained that it wasn't Hell, but right next door. The Maker asked what he meant.

Benny's eyes went steely, his voice hard. "Oh, I think I'll just have to show you."

Benny's maker settled an amused look at him. "I know it won't change anything, but I regretted having you killed. When it was all done, I wailed when I saw you in all those pieces. Didn't I, Sorento?" The darker man held up a large knife. "Didn't I wail like the ugliest baby in the world?"

"Yes, father," Sorento answered. "That's when you decided to turn his cow," he spat.

"Poor So-So is bitter because your "cow" outranks him now," he said haughtily.

Benny chose to ignore the insult the man who killed him spoke about the woman he loved and never took his eyes off his maker. "Why didn't you let her die? She meant nothing to you."

"But she meant everything to you," he answered succinctly. "If that's all I could salvage from my wayward son – the woman he defied his maker for – I wanted someone to remember you by."

"And my little girl?"

"Ah yes..." he said smugly and then summoned her by her full name. A side door opened and there she was. His little girl. He held his breath. It had been over 50 years but she didn't look a day over 12. She looked almost exactly like her mother, with long dark curly hair, straight thin nose, full pouty lips. The only thing she inherited from him was his icy blue eyes. They were wide as she stared at him, but went to the Maker's side.

"Father, who is this? I feel as though I know him from somewhere," she said, reaching the old man's side. Benny narrowed his eyes.

"Why, Nicolette, you know him because he is the man who sired you," the old man said in a sing-song voice.

The child's brow furrowed as if remembering something from long ago. Then finally, her face showed the click of a light bulb turning on.

"Daddy?"