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Dean wasn't sure what a vamp would get out of giving its own blood to a human feed bag.

"Maybe they are feeding without killing. There haven't been any missing people reports or mangled bodies found. We only came here because Bobby found cattle mutilations and one drained body 100 miles from here." Sam was just as perplexed as Dean.

"It's not ok to feed off people Sam; especially if they have to drug them to do it."

Dean didn't like vampires, not after being turned by one as Sam watched. He had almost killed Lisa and Ben. Nothing was ok about vampires to Dean.

Sam could tell what Dean was thinking about. Even though his brother had not been in love with Lisa, she had taken care of him when Dean needed her. Ben had been his step-son for a year. Hurting them had been hard on Dean.

"Dean, you know how sorry I am for that. I would do anything to change what happened." Sam had a pained look on his face.

He hated what he had done without a soul. No matter how he looked at it or what he did to fix things, Sam could never make up for the terrible things he had done. It would always be there between him and Dean.

"Now is not the time Sam. We need to catch a vamp in action."

Dean was not going into all of this again with Sam. Messing with past memories would bring nothing but trouble, which the Winchesters didn't need. Dean wouldn't lose Sam again, not to Hell.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dean saw Sam grab his head and heard him gasp. Turning towards his brother, Dean looked on in disbelief. The headaches had ended when the Yellow Eyed Demon was killed. Why was Sam having a vision now?

"You ok Sammy?" Dean asked as quietly as he could.

Dean reached for Sam carefully not knowing what to do for him. Sam sat there, rocking slightly back and forth, for a few more minutes before he could answer. Feeling Dean's hand on his shoulder gave Sam comfort. He knew Dean was freaked, because Sam was freaked too.

'What brought that on?' he thought.

Slowly lifting his head and looking at his brother, Sam answered. "I only saw a shadowy outline of a woman. She was short, had hair kind of falling in waves, but kind of pulled up. Couldn't make out her face, it was dark. She didn't seem to be wearing much clothing."

Sam was trying to stay calm and act like the sudden vision was normal, not back after a few years break. He had no idea how Dean was going to react. Was the wall crumbling in his mind?

"Let's get out of here Sam. We don't need to pursue this. Like you said, no bodies no harm." Dean squeezed his brother's upper arm and slide from his stool.

He did not want to do this here. Even though leaving a possible hunt went against everything Dean stood for, Sam had to come first. He grabbed his brother's arm again to move him towards the door, but Sam wouldn't budge from his seat. He just sat there looking at Dean, trying to focus his thoughts.

"Come on Sam, let's leave." Dean was pleading now with Sam. He couldn't do this, not with all these people around.

"Dean, we can't leave these people in danger. We need to see what is going on. We will talk about the vision later." Sam sounded scared, but determined.

Dean knew Sam meant to stay, so he hopped back onto is stool and began watching a new dancer on the right stage. He really tried to get into the tall, slender dancer swing around her pole. Could almost forget all his troubles as she swung her legs around in the air, pointing her naked parts Deans way. He really like the way she bent over and wiggled her ass.

"Dean? I am getting an odd feeling about this place. Something isn't right." Sam said as he touched his brother's shoulder. Sam seemed really worried.

"Have you seen something I haven't or is this a psychic thing?" Dean asked a little sarcastically. He really hated Sam's freaky feelings. It usually meant trouble.

"It feels like someone is watching us. I think someone here knows us."

Sam looked around quickly, trying to see if he could catch someone staring at him. It wasn't good to have a vampire know who you were before you had spotted them.

Dean wasn't sure how accurate Sam's feelings were, but he was starting to get paranoid here. How would a vamp know they were there? Bobby sent them on this hunt and he was totally trustworthy.

"Let's split up Dean, check out the dark corners of the club and maybe outback too." Sam said as he stood up to leave the bar. Looking back at Dean, Sam knew his brother wasn't happy about the idea.

"Ok Sam, but meet me back here in 10 minutes or I swear I will announce to the whole crowd that my boyfriend is missing and give them your description."

Dean made sure his brother believed his words before he disappeared into the crowd headed towards the right hand stage.

Sam went the opposite direction, smiling at the dancers as they walked around looking for their next lap dance. Nothing seemed to be out of place on the regular floor, just a bunch of guys ranging from young college students to craggy old men. Sam decided to head towards the private rooms, listened as best he could at the doors since he couldn't barge in and check for feeding vamps or dead bodies.

There was no screaming, no one trying to get away from a vampire, but Sam still had an off feeling about the place. Looking at his watch, Sam noted he still had 5 minutes to check out the area behind the building.

He made his way quickly to the backdoor and broke out into the cool night air. Taking a deep breath to reset his senses, Sam began to look around.

The area was larger than it looked, but not well lit. Sam bummed a cigarette from the closest person, making the excuse about leaving his own pack at home. Taking a small drag in, Sam struggled not to cough.

Wandering around the enclosure, Sam saw several couples huddled together, groping and kissing. 'Nothing unusual about that,' he thought. He would spend another minute or two to finish his smoke and casually walk back into the club.

As Sam moved towards the door he caught a glimpse of a woman with her head shoved into a man's neck. Moving a little closer, Sam could hear the faint sucking noise of blood being draw from the man's throat. Sam was stunned, but tried not show it. He quietly put out the stinky cigarette in the container by the door and he headed inside.

Before Sam could reach the bar where Dean was waiting he was grabbed from behind and pulled into a private room. The person was strong, but Sam easily broke the hold and spun around to face his attacker. Finding himself face to face with looking at the girl from his vision, Sam stood stunned for a moment. Her dark outline just as he described to Dean.

"Not a good idea to grab a guy who is a foot taller than you lady and about 100 pounds heavier." Sam's voice had a deadly warning to it. The woman didn't move away from him nor did she seem scared of him.

While the light was dim, Sam could just make out the sexy fishnet knee high stockings covering her slender legs. Her blood red skin-tight shorts buttoned well below her belly button and skimmed the tops of her bare thighs. A black leather vest barely held back her burgeoning breasts, the zipper threatening to break at any moment.

"I am not afraid of you Sammy Winchester. Dean would kick your ass if you touched me." Her voice thudded in Sam's brain, so calm and familiar.