Sorry to have kept u all waiting, I must admit I have had a block when it came to writing this chapter, but don't think I am giving up on this story, cuz I ain't. Hope u enjoy this chapter and please review, ur reviews will motivate me to think of different ideas for this story. Enjoy!

Dean instinctively pulled at Sam's hand, trying without success to pry Sam's fingers apart. The room started to spin as Dean's oxygen level dropped. "Sam..." He gasped out.

It was as though Sam wasn't there, a monster wearing Sam's face had taken over and was going to kill Dean without even a thought other then, Hope his blood doesn't taste like alcohol.

Kate walked into the small room, a smile on her face. "My ultimate revenge, how perfect." She gave a little wave when Dean's eyes focused on her. "I get to watch Sam squeeze the life out of you, then drain every ounce of blood in your pitiful body." Dean glared at her, he should have known he was walking into a trap. He turned his attention back on his brother, looking deep into his crazed eyes, just searching for even a glimpse of the old Sam.

That's when he saw it, a small spark of green in the red eyes, that's when Dean knew that Sam was fighting as hard as he could, he just needed some help.

"Come on Sammy." His voice was choked and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out. It was slight, but he felt Sam's grip lessen, not by much, but enough to give Dean a puff of air. Dean knew that there was a way to get to Sam, to appeal to his brotherly sensitive side. "Come on man, you can't kill me."

Kate saw what Dean was trying to do and hurried to intervene. "Yes you can Sam, because if you don't, then I will, then I'll leave his bleeding body just out of your reach for days at a time until it drives you completely crazy."

Dean directed his gaze at Kate for a moment, his attitude getting the best of him. "I think he is crazy enough at the moment, thanks very much." With that said, he turned back to Sam, his grip loosening a little at a time.

With enough energy, he silently slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small sharp scythe, if he could just get to Kate.

Sam's eyes shifted for a moment and then narrowed. He dropped one from Dean's throat, but his grip tightened, making it worse for Dean as Sam grabbed the scythe from Dean's hand. "I can't kill you but you can kill me?" Sam's voice was harsh and angry.

Dean realized he had made a mistake reaching for the weapon, any progress he hade made with Sam seemed wasted.

"I would never..." His voice squeaked oddly, but he didn't get another word out before Sam whipped his arm around and sliced Kate's head clean off her shoulders. Dean wasn't sure who was more surprised, him or Kate. Her eyes were wide open, her mouth opened in a grimace as her head slid off her shoulders and fell to the floor.

Dean get time to think before he was dropped rather hard on the ground, falling into a large amount of blood. Dean groaned as he slowly stood up, feeling all sticky. It was so much worse when it wasn't even his own blood.

He looked up at his brother, the look in Sam's eyes told him that he was wrestling with himself on the inside, his fangs receded.

Dean kept a safe distance away from Sam, his throat still sore. "Sammy?"

Sam's eyes focused on Dean, they were no longer red but back to dark green. "Dean." His voice was still a bit rough, but almost normal, though it was filled with confusion, frustration, a slight of insanity from his hunger.

"Sam, we need to get you out of here." He stepped over Kate's headless body, Sam followed close behind.

Sam's head felt like it was going to explode, the burning pain in his stomach was becoming unbearable, it was like acid. He needed to drink something, but the only human around him was Dean. As much as Sam didn't want to admit it, attacking Dean was becoming more tempting as the moments passed, once they got out of that house, Sam would part ways with Dean, maybe he would find Lenore and join her nest. Dean would be better off without his vampire brother looming over his shoulder.

Dean slipped past the sleeping group of vampires, all of them oblivious to the fact that their leader had just been decapitated.

They slipped out of the house, Sam groaned as the sun came down on him. It felt like the worst sunburn he had ever gotten in his life, it especially burned his eyes, nearly blinding him.

Dean was now glad that the rumors about vampires being killed by the sunlight was just a rumor, he reached into pocket and pulled out a handed Sam some sunglasses. Sam was surprised. "What the hell else do you have in those pockets Dean?"

Dean turned and smiled. "I'm always prepared, that's all you need to know."

They made their way towards the car, when suddenly Dean heard Sam's gasp of pain. He turned and let out a small growl. There stood Gordan with his arm wrapped around Sam's neck, a wicked looking curved dagger rested against Sam's neck.