Dean was driving down the road and he came upon a small family with car trouble. A couple in their mid-thirties and their 12 or 13 year old son. He hesitated for a moment since it was a kid, but this was too perfect. He wanted three more people and here were three more people.

He stopped the car. "Need help?" he asked.

"Yeah, thanks," the man said.

Dean got out of his car and attacked the man, baring his fangs.

The woman screamed. Dean paid no attention and shoved the man in the trunk. Then he turned towards the woman. "Run," she screamed to her son.

The boy took off running, but Dean wasn't worried. The best thing about being a vampire was the extra speed you got. He knocked the woman out and shoved her into the back seat. Then he ran after the boy. He caught up with him quickly.

"HELP!" the boy was yelling.

There was nobody to hear him, but Dean clamped a hand over the boy's mouth and loped back to the car with him. Dean shoved him in the passenger seat and drove off back to the house.

"Mom?"

"She's sleeping," Dean said.

"What are you going to do with us?" the boy asked.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you," Dean said.

The boy decided to stop asking questions.

SSS

When they got back to the house, Dean checked to make sure the woman was still out. He grabbed the boy's arm and dragged him up to the attic.

Sam woke up when he heard the door open. "Dean, what are you doing? That's a kid."

"Are you questioning me? I'm doing what I need to do to take care of you. I have to eat."

"But, Dean. He's a kid. He's not even full grown. How much food can you get out of him."

Dean chained up the kid, tied his feet and gagged him. Then he walked over to Sam and kicked him in the gut. "Don't question me. You were always questioning Dad, too. It's ridiculous. Why can't you let those in charge of protecting you do it?"

He stormed out to get the rest. The woman was just beginning to stir. Dean picked her up and brought her upstairs.

Sam realized what had happened. Dean hadn't specifically grabbed a kid. He had grabbed a family. Not that that made it any better, but it was more understandable.

Dean went down one last time to get the man out of the trunk. The man was trying to fight him. Of course, that was futile. He was chained up with the rest in no time.

SSS

Bobby was at his house when there was a knock at the door. He got up and answered it. He couldn't believe his eyes. It was his old friend Rufus, whom he hadn't seen , or heard from, in about ten years.

"You gotta help me bury a body."

Bobby rolled his eyes. It figured that the guy hadn't come to chat. He went out back with him and got his backhoe and started digging. When the hole was dug he got out to help Rufus with the body. "What was it, anyway?" Bobby asked.

"Vampire," Rufus answered.

"Should have known, seeing as how the body and head are separate. Speaking of which, I wanted to thank you for that vampire cure. It came in right handy a while back."

"You do the second dose, yet?" Rufus asked.

"Second dose?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah. The first one wears off exactly one year after it's administered. The person vamps out again, and you have one month to give them the antidote. Just like the first time."

"Why the hell didn't you tell me all that before?" Bobby asked.

"I did!" Rufus yelled.

"Forget it. I don't remember the exact date we dosed the guy, but it was about a year ago," Bobby said as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket. He called Sam's number.

Dean heard Sam's phone ringing. Obviously he had taken it off of him earlier. He wanted to keep all suspicion of anything funky going on for as long as possible. He checked the caller ID.

"Hey, Bobby," Dean answered.

"Dean, I thought I called Sam's phone," Bobby said, warily. Might not mean anything.

"Yeah. He went on a food run. Must have forgotten his phone. What's up?" Dean asked.

"I really need to talk to Sam."

Weird, Dean thought. Bobby usually took whoever was available. "Want me to have him call you when he gets back?"

"That'd be great. Thanks."

He hung up. "I don't like this, Rufus."

"What is it?"

"I called Dean's brother, but I got Dean. He said Sam's out on a food run. Not that big of a deal, but I'm just worried. Last time Dean vamped out, he became obsessed with Sam. Kept him tied up and even branded him with a poker.

"Did he say Sam would call you back?"

"Yeah."

"Well, let's give it 15 minutes before we start panicking," Rufus suggested.

"Easy for you to say," Bobby mumbled. Those boys were like sons to him. How was he supposed to wait fifteen minutes to panic?

SSS

Dean went upstairs. "Sam, I need you to do something. If you mess it up, I'm coming back up here and killing all these people."

The father heard this and his eyes went wide. Why would that Sam guy, whoever he was, do anything to keep them alive? He didn't even know them.

Sam nodded. Dean knelt down and undid the chains and cut the rope from his ankles. He grabbed Sam's arm and lifted him up.

"You're hurting me," Sam said.

"Sorry," Dean said and loosened his grip a bit. "But remember what I said," and he gave a nod in the boy's direction. Sam had seemed particularly concerned about him.

"What do you want me to do?" Sam asked when they were headed downstairs.

"Bobby called your phone. He specifically wanted to talk to you. You're going to call him back and you're not going to let him know anything's wrong. If he wants help with a job, we're already on one. If he wants to help with that, we don't need it. If he asks where we are, we're in Texas," Dean said, picking a random state that they were not in.

Dean handed Sam his phone after he put it on speaker. "By the way, I'm outside working on the car, if he asks."

Sam nodded and chose Bobby from his list of contacts.

"Sam, are you OK?" Bobby asked when he answered the phone.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Where's Dean?"

"Outside, working on the car."

"I just found out the cure we gave him last year was temporary."

Sam looked up and met Dean's eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. So, he's not a vampire yet?" Bobby asked. "I can't remember exactly when we dosed him."

"It was a year ago a few days ago. But Dean's fine. I think I would notice if he was a vampire," Sam lied.

"Well, I think maybe the two of you should come up here, ASAP. Maybe it's not exactly a year," Bobby said.

"Oh no, it's exactly a year," Rufus said, hearing Bobby's side of the conversation.

"Hold on, Sam," Bobby said. "Sam says it's been a year and Dean's fine."

"He's lying. Maybe Dean's threatening him."

Bobby felt like a moron. Why hadn't he thought of that?

"Sam, just get up here," Bobby said.

"We're fine, Bobby," Dean said.

"Thought you were outside, Dean," Bobby said.

"Bobby, I see you, I'll have to kill you. And I have five innocent hostages I can kill, too."

With that, Dean hung up, dropped the phones on the floor and smashed them with his foot. Now that his plan of not letting anyone know anything was up was over, he had to make sure they didn't track them that way.

He turned to Sam and punched him in the face.

"I didn't do anything," Sam whined, feeling like a two year old.

"You tipped him off somehow," Dean said and he beat Sam until he was laying bloody and unconscious on the floor.

"Why did you make me do that?" he asked, and felt guilty.