There was an astounded silence, before Dean burst.
"Uh uh, no way Sammy. You're gonna be bait over my dead freaking body!"
Before Sam could protest, Jody chimed in.
"You know Dean, it's not a bad idea. Of course, Sam will be careful," Jody glanced pointedly at him, and Sam nodded. "But it's either Sam or Claire, and Sam does have 35 years of hunting experience under his belt."
Sam sighed internally. At least one person wasn't babying him.
Dean had a conflicted look on his face, battling between his over protectiveness of Claire and his baby brother. Finally, he relented.
"Fine, Sam, you can be the bait, only under two conditions: you will only have one hour left alone before I'm charging in and please, for the love of Chuck, don't be stupid."
Sam just rolled his eyes.
"Thanks for the permission Dean. And you're more prone to stupid than I am."
Jody clapped her hands.
"OK then, so it's settled. Sam, you will go to South Dakota State University and hang around their campus until you get approached by a guy in a black leather jacked who calls himself Adam."
Claire pouted.
"Can't I at least go with him to the college?"
Jody looked in exasperation at Claire.
"No Claire, we talked about this! The vamps don't approach people who aren't alone. It causes too much suspicion for them. Sam has to be alone."
At this Jody looked at Dean. Dean nodded sheepishly.
"Alone, I got it."
Everybody stood up.
"Alright," Jody smiled. "Let's go get these bastards."
Sam sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He had been sitting here for over and hour and he hadn't seen one person wearing a leather jacket looking at him.
However, he had seen several girls and guys checking him out, since he was clearly new. It also might have been the skinny jeans Claire had forced him to wear, saying that it would make him stand out more. Sam thought it had more to do with his ass, but wisely kept his mouth shut.
"Hey," A voice startled him out of his thoughts. He looked up to see Adam, black leather jacket and all. "You new here?"
Sam took a deep breath, ready to lie his ass off.
"Yeah," He gave a charming smile. "I transferred from Kansas University. I'm studying pre-law."
Adam grinned and gave him a cocky smile.
"Kansas eh? Some of my friends lived in Kansas. We're actually throwing a party tonight at this sick warehouse if you want to join us?"
OK, I have to act cool. Can't seem too eager or I'll scare him off.
Sam paused, pretending to think about it.
"I don't know man, I still have a lot to catch up on in my classes."
Adam gave, or tried to give, him puppy dog eyes.
"Come on man, you said that you don't know anybody here. Well, this is the perfect chance to meet new people."
Sam pretended to think about it some more, and then grinned.
"OK, I'll be there. Could you give me the address?"
Adam smiled and scribbled something on a piece of paper.
"Knew you would come around man," Adam winked, handing him the piece of paper. "I gotta get to class, see you tonight."
Sam smiled and waved as Adam walked away. He got up slowly and walked to the impala, making sure that nobody was watching him. He got inside and looked over at Dean.
"I got it. The 'party' is at 10, though I'm pretty sure nobody else is invited."
Dean started up the engine, backing out.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this Sammy? I'm sure we can come up with another plan."
Sam exploded, "Dean, I've told you! I'm fine with this plan and there's no reason for you to think that I'm not capable of doing this. Trust me for once would you?"
"Sammy, of course I trust you," Dean patted him on the shoulder. "It's the vamps I don't trust. But if you're sure about this, then I have complete faith in you."
They both looked at each other and smiled. Dean reached over and ruffled his hair as they headed back to Jody's house to meet up with Donna.
Great, another person I have to explain my situation to.
"Wow Sam! You're quite the looker." Donna ran her fingers through his hair. "And your hair's so fluffy!"
Seeing Sam's put out expression, she quickly added, "Not that it wasn't fluffy before or anything."
Dean smirked and said, "Yeah, he gets his looks from me."
Sam snorted, and Dean slapped the back of his head.
"Ow!"
"OK guys," Jody came between them. "Let's get the plan down so we all know what we're doing."
Dean immediately sobered up.
"Sam goes to the warehouse at 10 pm. We give him exactly 1 hour to gather any information he can on new recruits and future plans before we bust in there and take them all out."
Sam shifted his feet. "Dean, I need more than one hour to get all the information I need. At least give me 3."
Dean just shook his head. "No way, Sam! In three hours they could have killed you or already turned you."
"No hold up, Dean," Donna said. "Sam makes a good point. The only reason we are using him for bait is so we can gain more information to make sure that they don't have any backup. I think we should give Sam some more time. He can always call us if something goes wrong."
Dean sighed and looked at him.
"Fine 2 hours OK?"
Sam grumbled but nodded.
Claire smiled and said, "You guys fight like an old married couple. Even more than Alex and I, and that's saying a lot."
Dean looked at Sam, an annoyed look on his face.
"Why does everybody always tell us that?!"
"OK guys, let's move out. Dean, you drive Sam to the warehouse,we'll follow you a little bit after. Good luck guys."
Sam smiled, "Thanks Jody."
They arrived at the warehouse. It was a shabby looking thing, like it was about to sink in on itself.
Dean turned around and looked at him.
"You good on the plan, Sammy? You get 2 hours, that's it. Anymore and I'm hauling your ass outta there."
Sam took a deep breath.
"I'm ready. Everything's gonna go according to plan." Sam didn't know if he was trying to convince Dean or himself.
Dean nodded reassuringly, "That's the spirit! Good luck and don't die."
"You too."
With that, Sam got out of the car and watched Dean drive away. He would be waiting for Sam's phone call a couple miles back with Jody and everybody else.
Alright, I got this. Just get in, get the info, and get out.
Repeating the plan in his head, Sam walked up to the warehouse and knocked on the sagging door. It popped open to reveal Adam's grinning face.
"Sammy, you made it!"
Sam groaned internally at the nickname.
"It's Sam."
Adam's smile flickered for a second, but immediately came back brighter and faker than ever.
"Right, sorry. I tend to give a lot of people nicknames without asking. But come inside, the party's just about to start."
Sam walked in to see a group of about 15 people standing around. There was no indication that a party was even happening, since there was no refreshments.
Unless I'm the refreshment!
Shaking off that disturbing thought, Sam turned to Adam, just in time to see a baseball bat heading towards his face.
He ducked, but it still managed to clip the side of his head, sending him sprawling onto the ground. He clutched his head, groaning.
Adam laughed, swinging the bat.
"Did you really think we wouldn't recognise the famous Sam Winchester, even if you are de-aged. Guess that witch was good for something. I can't believe you were stupid enough to walk right into our trap."
Sam tried to get up, but he was soon held down by about 10 arms.
"Uh uh uh," Adam shook his head. "You aren't going anywhere."
With that, he brought the bat straight down on Sam's head.
Right before losing consciousness, Sam's last thought was,
Dean's gonna kill me.
Sam woke up with a groan. His entire body felt like it was on fire. All his senses were tingling, like everything was dialled up to an 11.
He blearily opened his eyes.
Why the hell is everything so bright?
Something tickled the back of his neck. Sam shot up.
My hair, it's long again!
He was back to his original age. He let out a sigh of relief, only to wince in pain.
Did they give me some type of drugs? Why is everything so bright.
The answer came to him like a bullet to his heart.
Shit! I'm a freaking vampire!
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