A huge thank you to everyone that is reading. A special thank you to those that reviewed, favorited, or are following. I can't promise to chapters every week, but I will promise at least one every Monday or Tuesday.

I forgot to give a warning in the first chapter. Things will slowly turn very dark. There will be sex, torture, and violence. Most will be about the same as we would see on the show. I will put warnings at the beginning of any chapter I think might upset someone.

Now on with the story.

As Sam got closer to the apartment building he wandered for the hundredth time why he was doing this. Sure Piper was his friend, but every now and then he looked at her and thought more than friend kind of thoughts. He'd lied to her about having homework, but he did need to look for a second job. Maybe the café down the street needed a busboy. Lost in thought Sam suddenly found himself standing in front of Piper's apartment building. It wasn't in the best part of town, but also not in the worst. Walking up the steps Sam pushed the button for Piper's apartment.

"Hello." Piper's voice cracked over the intercom.

"Hey Piper, its Sam."

Sam heard a buzz then click, pulling the door it swung open. Taking a deep breath Sam walked in. Piper lived on the second floor. As Sam climbed the stairs he could hear talking, music, and what might be an argument, coming from some of the other apartments. Finally reaching Piper's door Sam wandered if he should knock or just walk in. His thought was answered when Piper opened the door smiling brightly at Sam. Her long skirt had a slit up one side. Her shirt was long sleeved and flowing. Her long dark brown hair was lose.

"I was so worried you would change your mind."

"I almost did." Sam said honestly, as he fidgeted with his plaid shirt.

"Well don't just stand there, come on in." Stepping out of the way, Piper waved her hand. "Diners almost ready. But I warn you I'm not a great cook. I mean I can follow a recipe pretty well, but that's about it."

Sam stepped in and took a deep breath. "It smells great."

Piper's smile grew. "Really? I mean I thought it did but it's always good to hear it from someone else." Piper headed toward the small kitchen. "So soda or beer?"

"Aren't you underage for beer?"

"Could be." Piper poked her head back out. "But weren't you when you were fourteen."

"Point taken. A beer would be great."

"Have a seat."

Sam looked around the apartment. It seemed very much like Piper. Pictures of fairies and dragons covered the walls, while figurines covered surfaces. There were stacks of books just about everywhere. Looking at the couch Sam guessed Piper had cleaned it off the second she'd gotten home.

"Studying the apartment, or me?"

Facing her, Sam smiled. "A little of both."

"You know after tonight you're going to have to invite me to your place." Piper handed him a bottle of beer. "You know so I can study you."

"I live in the dorms." Sam took a drink of the cold beer, the taste causing memories to flash in the back of his mind.

"So I've been in the dorms before, but I want to see how you decorated."

Sam laughed. "I can tell you that. A picture of my parents sits by my bed. My clothes hang in the closet or are folded in the drawers. Usually my bed is made. That's pretty much it."

"I guess my next task will be expanding your decorating."

"I don't think so."

Turning her back she skipped back into the kitchen. When she came back out she was carrying two plates. "So I don't have a table, so I hope you don't mind balancing a plate on your lap."

"I've had years of practice." Sam took the plate and sat down on the couch.

Piper sat down on the other end. "So awkward chit chat, or TV?"

"We've never had awkward chit chat." Sam took a bite and smiled. "By the way it tastes as good as it smells."

"Thank you." Piper took a bite and hummed to herself. "Oh yeah that recipe is a keeper. So you said you had to look for a second job. You're not leaving the bookstore are you?"

"I don't want to." Sam sighed. "I'm hoping Peter can give me some more hours."

"But I thought you were already working the max you could. What about school?"

"I'll have to cut back to four classes."

"Then three, then two, then one if you're lucky." Piper mumbled, sliding her food around the plate. "But I thought you had a scholarship."

"I do. But it only covers school."

"And that's why you're living in the dorms."

"Yep." Sam took another drink of his beer. "As long as I'm under scholarship I can stay there. Unfortunately it doesn't feed me."

"I can do that." Piper sat up.

"No Piper."

"It's near to impossible to cook for just one person. I always make too much."

"Piper I said no." Sam grimaced when his voice came out harsher than he meant. "I'm sorry."

Sitting her plate on the floor Piper turned and faced Sam. "I've known you for almost two years. In that time I've watched you continually pull yourself into your shell. It has taken me those two years just to get you here for dinner. I know how much school means to you Sam, and if I can help I want to. Some of us don't have the chance."

"You're taking classes."

Piper laughed. "One class a semester if I'm lucky. I work two jobs and can barely make my ends meet. Please let me help you."

Sam looked down at his plate. Every part of him screamed to say no, but when he turned and looked into her blue gray eyes he caved. "How can I turn down eating more food like this?"

Piper instantly brightened. "You can't."

"Agent Seger I'm not sure why they sent you." The coroner said as she walked around the table. "Like I said in my report, it's just some psycho pretending to be a vampire."

Dean let out a small laugh. "Yeah I hear you."

The coroner narrowed her eyes looking at Dean. "Aren't you a little young to be an FBI agent?"

"I hear that a lot." Dean flashed her a bigger smile. "But don't get tired of hearing it. So where was this one found?"

"Just outside of the store he works at. His coworker had a family emergency and left about an hour before."

"Not sure if that was good luck or bad." Dean scanned the medical report. "So he was completely drained."

"Yep." The coroner turned the dead man's head and pointed to the two puncture marks. "Like I said some psycho."

"And you are probably totally right. So you had two others earlier."

"Same thing. Two puncture holes, drained of blood, found just outside the store they were closing up."

"Did their coworkers also get a call and have to leave early?"

"Only one." Walking over she grabbed a file and held it out to Dean. "Patty Markham found just outside her craft store. Her employee Stacie left about twenty minutes earlier, her baby was running a fever."

"I'm guessing that both emergencies were confirmed."

"Yep poor thing had a stomach bug. David's mother had been in a pretty bad car accident, she's still in the hospital."

"Sorry to hear that." Dean scanned the file again before handing it back to the coroner. "Well thanks for your patients. Like I said you're probably right. But I got to go where I'm told." Reaching into his coat pocket he pulled out a card handing it to her. "Can you give me a call if there's anything else?"

"Sure thing." She smiled at him as she took the card. "After all I've got bosses of my own."

"Thanks." Dean left the morgue. Scratching the back of his neck he tried to figure out what the hell was going on. Pulling out his phone he dialed his father.

"Hey Dean."

"Real vampires don't leave two puncture marks right?"

John laughed. "Not hardly. Usually they just rip the neck open and drink. Why?"

"Because I'm not so sure this is a vampire thing. The bodies were drained of all their blood, but they were missing for at least forty-eight hours before they were found. All three victims so far had two puncture marks right on their neck, where all the blood drained from. But none of them put up any fight."

"Damn." John cussed. "You're right doesn't sound like a vampire. Do you have any other leads?"

"None yet." Dean reached his car and leaned against it. "So how's things your way?"

"Warm." John answered. "I haven't seen him yet but I did talk to one of his professors."

"Dad."

"Don't Dad me." Dean heard his father's truck door open and close. "Dean he's having some problems."

"What."

"Calm down."

"Like hell. You don't throw at me that Sammy's having problems, then tell me to calm down. What's wrong?"

"He was denied some assistants. I thought he had a full ride."

"So did I." Dean ran his hand through his hair. "He said he got a scholarship."

"He did. It's covering his classes and books. He's able to live in the dorm, but that's it. According to this Professor Lynch he's in trouble of losing his scholarship."

"Damn it." Dean clinched his fist almost hitting his car. "Why the hell didn't he call me?"

"You know why." John said calmly. "Listen I'm going to stick around here for a few days. Try and figure things out, hopefully without Sam finding out. You stay focused on the hunt, I'll keep in touch."

Dean clinched and unclenched his fist. Every part of him wanted to jump in his car and tear ass to his little brother. Taking care of Sam was Dean's job, period.

"Dean."

"Yeah."

"He's not hurting. He's not in danger. He's just having a small money problem. I'll take care of it, got it." John was silent a moment. "Dean, you need to finish that hunt."

"Fine, but you keep in touch with me."

"I will. If you need help call Caleb or Jim."

"Yeah okay. Don't worry about me, just take care of Sammy."

"I can worry about both my boys at the same time. It's kind of in the job description. Take care Dean."

"Take care of Sam."

"I will."

The phone went dead and Dean leaned against his car laying his forehead on the cool steal. Yeah he knew why Sam hadn't called him. Because he was stubborn, pig headed, and still thought Dean was mad at him for leaving. Straightening Dean opened the car door and slid in. As he started the car he made a decision. As soon as he was finished here he was heading straight for California. He didn't care what his father said, or wanted. Dean was going to stay with his little brother for as long as he could. When and if he did leave Sam, the boy would know Dean wasn't mad at him. Dean had never been mad at Sam, he was too busy being proud.