Dean headed to a bar. He could have a drink and pick up his next meal at the same time.

"Hey," he said to the first woman he saw.

"Hey," she answered back and smiled.

Dean bought her a drink and got himself one. He did his usual pickup routine and she seemed to be into it. "Want to get out of here?" he finally asked.

"Sure," she smiled. Guys were such jerks she thought. That's why she didn't feel bad when she drugged them and robbed them blind. The drug she gave them took about half an hour to work and she had found that was just about right to get them to wherever they were taking her. Maybe a few minutes later, but she was good at stalling.

She frowned when she saw the car. This guy probably didn't have much money. But, then again, he might be holding on to the old car for sentimental reasons. It did look well-cared for.

They chit-chatted on the way. Neither was the least bit interested in what the other was saying. Dean was hungry. The girl was just biding her time.

She frowned again when she saw the old house. "This is where you live?" She was stuck here now. She checked her watch. He should be asleep in about 5 minutes. Not long enough to get her back to town. She'd just wait until he passed out and then take his car. Tonight was a bust.

"It looks nicer inside," Dean said absently. As soon as they were inside, he would jump on her.

The girl looked at her watch again. Any second now. She saw the man, whose name she had never bothered to ask, come towards her. She backed up. "Bathroom?" By the time she came out, he would be out.

Dean sighed, and pointed to it. He could tell this girl was a total snob and almost laughed at her realizing there was no running water. But, there was also no window in the bathroom and he was just curious as to what her reaction would be. He wondered if this counted as playing with your food.

She went in the bathroom and looked around in disgust. She forced herself to stay in there for ten minutes. She emerged and headed straight for the front door. She wanted nothing more of this place.

"Where are you going, sweetheart?" Dean asked.

She spun around. Nobody had stayed awake this long. She had watched him drink his entire drink. Knew he hadn't switched it since she had drugged it. What was going on?

"I just want to go home," she said backing up, eyes wide.

"You are home, baby," Dean said and lunged towards her.

"No, please!" she screamed. She felt razor sharp teeth digging into her shoulder. She felt herself getting weaker as she felt blood going out of her.

Dean, on the other hand, felt himself getting stronger with each gulp.

SSS

Upstairs Sam heard the screaming. His brother was killing someone. "STOP!" he yelled.

He didn't think that would really work, of course, but he had to try something. Since he was locked in the attic, that was the best he could do.

SSS

Dean heard Sam yell. Then he remembered. He couldn't kill people. He had to feed on them to the point before death. He was a hunter. He saved people. After all, this whole vampire thing was just a way to better save Sam.

He hadn't gone too far with this girl. She was unconscious, though. He carried her upstairs. Sam could tend to her.

He opened the door and carried her in.

"Is she dead?" Sam asked. She certainly looked pale enough.

"No. Take care of her," Dean said as he set her down on the floor."

"We'll need food," Sam said.

"Don't you think I know how to take care of you," Dean growled.

Dean left, slamming and locking the door behind him.

Sam went over to the girl. He checked her pulse. It was a little weak, but steady. He took of his shirt and tore it into bandages for her neck.

She stirred as he was applying them. "Who are you?" she asked.

"My name's Sam. I'm trying to help you."

She looked around. "Where are we? What was that man?"

"A vampire," Sam answered. He couldn't say that it was his brother, because it wasn't. His brother wouldn't do this.

"Let's get out of here," she said and stood up. She sank down immediately. She was dizzy.

Sam caught her. "We're locked in."

"What are we going to do?"

"No idea. What's your name."

"Melissa."

"You should get some rest," Sam said.

Melissa looked around for a bed. "Where?"

Sam sat down next to her and laid her head on his lap. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

An hour later, Melissa awoke to the sound of the lock being opened. "That's him," she whimpered and jumped up and scooted against the wall.

"Hey, I got you guys some pizza and presents," Dean said.

"Presents?" Sam asked.

Dean set the pizza on the floor and opened up the bag he was carrying. He pulled out some chains and handcuffs. "Now that there's more than one of you, this will give you some mobility without me having to worry about you jumping me when I come in to take care of you. Eat your pizza, while I install these in the wall."

Sam and Melissa ate the pizza and kept a wary eye on Dean. Sam knew that Melissa was too weak to even walk out the door, and he was too weak to try to fight Dean. He might not have drained that much blood from him, but he had also tossed him against the wall, and he was just not up to full speed.

Finally, Dean finished with his work and dragged one of the cuffs over and attached it to Sam's wrist. He attached another to Melissa's.

"Why are there more?" Sam asked when he saw three more cuffs attached to chains lying on the floor.

"I'll need more than just the two of you to feed off," Dean noted.

"You can take all you need from me," Sam said, wanting to spare anyone else he could.

"Don't be ridiculous. That would kill you," Dean admonished, shaking his head.

"I'd rather be dead than chained up here."

Dean knelt next to his brother and hugged him. "It'll be OK, Sammy. You'll be safe here."

Sam couldn't help himself. He pushed away from the hug. Dean grabbed him by the hair and lifted his head to meet his. "What's your problem? Everything I do is for you and this is how you repay me?"

Melissa cowered back in fear. This guy was crazy.

Dean sucked some more blood out of Sam. He liked it when Sam was kind of out of it. It made him less rebellious.

When he was finished, he stood up. "Say you're sorry."

"I'm sorry," Sam mumbled.

Dean smiled, leaned down and patted Sam's cheek. "That's OK." His brother would come around sooner or later. He just hoped he wouldn't make him punish him too harshly. It was all Sam's fault when he got fed on, and Sam knew that.