"So let's say for a second that I believe you," Henriksen said. "Let's say vampires are real and that my agent is going to become one. How long do we have?"

Dean reached over and rested his hand on Alec's shoulder when he whimpered in pain. He'd had three more seizures in the past few hours, each one worse than the last. Sam was dozing off, leaning against the wall, but he would reach out any time Alec shook or made any sound of pain. "No tellin'," Dean breathed out.

"Why're they keeping us here?" Henriksen asked. "If they are vampires…why didn't they just eat us?"

"They don't drain all their victims. Sometimes they keep 'em around and only feed on them when they need to. They probably set this place up with that in mind," Dean said. "But they're just playin' with us."

Henriksen nodded, but then asked, "What's Alec's story? I know he wasn't around during the bank robbery."

"It's kind of a long story…" Dean hedged.

Henriksen looked around at the empty room, "Uh, I think we've got time."

"I don't know…" Dean said. Alec could have another seizure any minute and he wanted to be ready. And he didn't know how much he should actually tell Henriksen. He didn't want the FBI to know he had a real transgenic right in front of him. But he hated waiting around and he hated silence. If Alec was awake, then he wouldn't have to wait in silence, but his little brother wasn't awake and probably wouldn't wake up for a long time.

"Sorry, just thought I'd pass the time," Henriksen said.

Maybe if he actually talked to Henriksen, the guy wouldn't be so determined to arrest them. And if he could actually prove that the supernatural was real, then there would be no reason to arrest them at all. "Alec came around a little while after the bank incident," Dean said. "A bank that we were not there to rob, by the way."

"Let's stick to what's going on in the real world," Henriksen said.

He sighed, "Alright, well, um…Alec didn't know we existed, but we found out about him and took off for Seattle to go get him."

"Seattle? That's where the transgenics are all holed up, right?" Henriksen asked.

Dean shrugged and played off, "I don't know. I was just worried about Alec."

"The seizures…are they chronic or…"

"He's got a serotonin imbalance. He needs extra tryptophan to keep them away," Dean said. "His pills are in my car. He's supposed to take them every day, but he didn't get a chance today." Alec suddenly groaned, and a violent tremor shot through him. He and Sam both reached for him, but he relaxed again a moment later. "He's getting worse…"

"Dean, what should we do?" Sam asked, his hand still on Alec's shoulder.

"Let's wake him up. Maybe get him to drink some more water," Dean said.

"He's burnin' up…I don't remember him having a fever last time," Sam said.

"That's 'cause he didn't," Dean said. "And he only had two full out seizures last time, and he's already up to four this time."

"Not to mention he's lost a lot of blood…His leg is still bleeding and that vampire took a lot too," Sam said.

"And he was shot before that. The kid has the worst luck," Dean said, ruffling Alec's hair.

"His luck's only gotten worse since he's stayed with us," Sam muttered.

Dean nodded in agreement, but then stopped and his eyes widened in surprise when Alec breathed out, "N-n-no…"

"Hey kiddo," Dean said, trying to sound like everything was great.

"I-I-I'm l-lucky," Alec whispered. His eyes were still closed and he sounded like he was about to fall asleep again.

"Ok Alec," Dean soothed, refusing to argue with his little brother.

Alec's eyes opened though and he stared at him steadily. "I-I'm lucky," Alec repeated, firmer this time.

"Alec," Dean sighed.

"N-no. I-I-I-" he had to stop and close his eyes again in pain as his tremors became more violent.

He reached out and put his hand on Alec's chest to comfort him. "Hey, how 'bout we get you sitting up for a little bit," Dean said to try to distract his little brother from the pain. "Maybe that'll help for a few minutes."

"And that way you can drink some more water," Sam threw in, instantly jumping to help get Alec to a sitting position.

"O-ok…"

Alec was out of breath and his color had gone from pale to sickly gray once they finished moving him. He regretted having him sit up now, but he didn't want to hurt Alec more by laying him down again. He got up though, and ripped off another square from one of the sheets. He folded it and carefully held it against Alec's bleeding leg. The movement must have shifted the metal again.

Even though it was painful for him, they had used a sheet to try to stop the bleeding in their little brother's leg. After his third seizure, he'd shifted some of the metal and his blood had started leaking out at an alarming rate. Sam had taken off and grabbed a sheet, which he'd immediately pressed against Alec's wound to try to stop it. Alec had cried out in pain, which sliced through him and nearly made him stop, but he knew he couldn't. They had to control the bleeding so Alec wouldn't bleed to death.

"I'll get him some more water," Henriksen said, jumping up to help.

"I-I'm not g-g-gonna la-last much long-longer," Alec said once Henriksen left. He was barely conscious and he was leaning heavily against Sam.

He felt panic at Alec's admission, but he needed to keep it together and keep Alec fighting. He gently gripped Alec's chin and forced him to look at him, "You are not allowed to give up, you hear me? We're getting out of here. We're gonna get you some pills, patch up your leg, and I'm getting my baby back. You just gotta keep fighting, got it?"

"Dean-"

"You're not allowed to die, Alec," Dean growled.

"W-we don't e-even h-have any w-w-weapons," Alec said. Sam grabbed their damp cloth and held it to Alec's forehead. Alec closed his eyes at the small relief. His fever had only gotten higher as time went on, and the best they could do was put a wet cloth on him every so often.

"That's what you think," Dean said with a small smile. He grabbed part of a window that he'd managed to break off, which had about nine inches of sharp glass across it. He thought if he could get the Vamp on the ground and shove it down, then maybe he could decapitate it. He didn't know what they were going to do if this didn't work since he hadn't found anything else that could help them. But he held up the broken window for Alec to see and his smile widened when Alec's eyes lit up.

"Th-that m-might work," Alec stuttered.

"See, I've got a plan," Dean said as he sat back by Alec again. "I managed to get three broken off, so me, Sammy, and Henriksen can take these guys out with no problem." Henriksen came back in with a glass of water, which he handed to him before he sat down. "Thanks," Dean said as Henriksen sat down. He held the glass to Alec's lips so he could get a few sips before his shaking took over.

"Like I told you before, I've got a gun," Henriksen said, having overheard their conversation about weapons. "If they attack, then let me handle it."

"And I told you that guns don't hurt vampires, so you'd be wasting your bullets," Dean said.

"Dean…"

"Yeah kiddo?" Dean asked. Alec had his eyes closed, resting his head on Sam's shoulder. He looked like he could already be asleep.

"Th-there's some-someone up-upstairs," Alec whispered.

"What?" Dean asked back, sharing a look of panic with Sam.

"S-s-some…someone is w-walking a-around upstairs," Alec repeated. "I c-can h-hear 'em m-moving…"

"Sam, stay here with him, ok? It should just be the one, so me and Henriksen can take care of it," Dean said. He grabbed his weapon and started to stand. Henriksen stood too, but he left his weapon on the ground.

"Dean," Sam hissed to stop him. "Get on either side of the door. Me and Alec will be the bait to get him in here."

"No, I wanna keep this as far from Alec as I can," Dean said, moving for the door.

"It-it's too l-late," Alec whispered, stopping him. "H-he's already on th-the st-stairs…"

They all listened for a moment, and then Dean could hear the frantic footsteps coming down the stairs. He sighed, but he did as Sam said and got on one side of the door while Henriksen got on the other side. He shot a quick look to Sam and Alec just to make sure they were ok, and Sam gave him a small nod in return. He wished he could do this differently, but it was too late to change it now.


The Winchesters were insane, but he no longer thought they were monsters. He'd said they were monsters before, but now that he'd been forced to spend some time with them and had watched them take care of each other, he knew it wasn't true. They still thought ghosts and vampires were real, but he didn't want to take down crazy people as much as he'd wanted to take them down when they were monsters.

And their little brother was dying. He knew it and so did they. He didn't want to see the youngest Winchester die in this crappy situation. Especially since he knew if they weren't trapped, then he would be able to recover. It was hard to watch Sam and Dean try their hardest to keep him alive, and he wanted to help but there wasn't much he could do. It didn't help that Sam and Dean were wary to have him anywhere close to Alec.

But now someone was coming. Dean thought it was one of the vampires. He hoped it was just his Agent, but he was pretty sure is was one of the psychos that had trapped them here in the first place. He didn't want to use force to get out of there, but they needed to get Alec some medical attention. These guys had trapped them there, so if they weren't going to let them out, then he would do what he had to.

He stood across from Dean Winchester as they waited for whoever was on the other side of the door to come through. He had his gun ready and Dean had his makeshift weapon ready. He wasn't sure he wanted to see Dean try to use his window knife, but at the same time, he was curious to see if it would work. Dean seemed fairly confident in it anyway.

Dean looked away from his brothers and focused on the doorknob. He looked and saw that the knob was actually turning. His heart pounded as he waited to see who was on the other side.

He relaxed when he saw it was just Jefferson.

He saw Dean start to swing at his agent and he reacted instinctively. Luckily, his first thought was to tackle the man instead of shooting him, so that's what he did. He tackled Dean Winchester to the ground to protect his agent.

Dean was cursing and trying to shove him off, but he ignored him.

"Agent Jefferson," Henriksen said, pushing himself up. "Do you know what happened? Did you see them?" Jefferson's focus shifted from Sam and Alec to him. He smiled, and Henriksen's eyes widened when sharp teeth slowly came out of his gums and covered his normal teeth. "What the Hell…"

"Move," Dean yelled.

Dean was up and had launched himself at Jefferson. Henriksen stood there, frozen. He didn't know what he'd just seen. He couldn't process what he was seeing now. Jefferson had gotten the upper hand on Dean. He bit down on Dean's neck and sucked. Dean tried to fight off his agent, but he was slowly losing his fight.

He was roughly pushed aside as Sam suddenly ran to his brother's aide. Sam pushed Jefferson off of Dean and looked around for Dean's weapon, but he couldn't find it.

"Sam!" Alec called out weakly.

He and Sam both looked to him to see that he was holding up the weapon Dean had made for him. Sam ran back to Alec, but Jefferson's focus was on him again. He quickly raised his gun this time and shot his agent right in the heart. But that didn't stop him. Jefferson growled and ran at him, shoving him with inhuman strength into the wall.

His vision was swimming, but he was aware enough to see Sam swing one of the weapons at his agent. He clipped Jefferson's shoulder, but that didn't slow him down. He just changed directions and went after Sam instead.

Dean suddenly came out of nowhere and tackled Jefferson to the ground. He held his agent down and pressed his weapon to his throat. Dean pressed as hard as he could and slowly severed Jefferson's neck, blood spurting when he hit his artery. With one final shove, Dean managed to separate Jefferson's head from his neck, effectively decapitating him.

It was eerily silent, and nobody moved. He didn't even know what happened. His mind couldn't comprehend what he just lived through.

"Th-that w-was excit-exciting," Alec stuttered, suddenly interrupting the silence.

Dean looked over at Alec, but then swayed. "Dean!" Sam yelled, running over to his brother and steadying him. "C'mon, let's get you over by Alec." Sam led him over to Alec and helped him sit down.

Sam pressed a strip of cloth against Dean's neck, who batted his hand away and took over putting pressure on his neck. "I'm fine," Dean grumbled. "I just need a minute."

"Stay here and watch over Alec," Sam ordered. "I'm going to check on Henriksen."

"Why? He nearly got us all killed," Dean growled.

"Dean, he didn't know," Sam defended.

Alec suddenly cried out in pain with the force of his tremor and Sam and Dean both reached for him. Dean wrapped his arm around Alec's shoulders and said to Sam, "Go, I've got him."

"What…what just happened?" Henriksen asked as Sam walked closer to him. Sam reached out and helped him up.

"Jefferson was turned into a vampire," Sam said.

"I…I saw his fangs…he…he sucked Dean's blood," Henriksen said in shock. "I shot him and nothing happened."

"I get that this is hard to understand, but it's not over yet," Sam said. "We're in the nest and eventually they're going to come for us." Sam looked over at Alec and Dean. Alec's shaking was getting worse; he was going to have another seizure. "We need you in this fight," Sam said. "If we're going to make it out of here, then me, you, and Dean all need to be able to fight. We have to get Alec out of here."

He took a deep breath and nodded after a moment. "Ok, just tell me what I need to do."


He had another seizure. That was five now and he didn't know how many more he could handle. Sam and Dean were there when he regained consciousness. They looked worried, and he knew he couldn't fix that.

"What…what d-did I m-miss?" Alec asked breathlessly.

"Well, Henriksen is all caught up on how to kill vampires and he believes us, so that's good," Dean said, going along with pretending that everything was ok. "I don't think he's going to arrest us now…"

"He actually wants to learn how to hunt," Sam threw in. "He's even keeping watch right now to try to prove that he can be good at this."

"My idea," Dean said. "I'm all for not getting arrested, but he's starting to get on my nerves with all his questions."

"H-h-how's your n-neck?" Alec asked.

"Hurts probably as much as yours does," Dean said, running his hand through his hair.

"Th-that's n-not what h-hurts th-the m-m-most," Alec admitted.

"We'll get some pain pills as soon as we get out of here," Sam reassured.

"Yeah, we'll get the good stuff," Dean said. "Really knock you on your ass."

"Th-that'll be g-g-good," Alec whispered. A tremor shook him, making him whimper in pain. Two hands landed on his chest to try to comfort him. "If-if I d-don't m-make it, j-just leave-leave m-me h-here," Alec stuttered.

"Alec, you're making it outta here," Dean growled. "Now, c'mon, let's argue about you going to the hospital again."

"I-I'm n-not go-going to th-the hos-hospital," Alec grumbled. "Y-you're g-gonna d-d-do it…"

"No I'm not," Dean argued.

"It-it-it'll b-be easy," Alec breathed out. He was losing his energy fast; he couldn't stay awake much longer.

Dean tapped his cheek a few times and said, "No Alec, you can't sleep yet. We need you to stay awake for a little while." He saw Dean grab one of the throw pillows and said, "Look, we grabbed your favorite pillows. I've got two for your head and two for your leg."

"I d-don't know h-how I-I'm sup-p-posed t-t-to st-stay awake w-with p-pillows," Alec whispered. He was going for teasing, but he didn't have enough strength to pull it off. But he had to admit he was more comfortable with the pillows. His leg was killing him; he wasn't sure if his leg hurt the worst or if his muscles took that spot. Either way, he didn't feel good.

"Are you cold?" Sam asked him softly.

He nodded; he hadn't been cold earlier, but now he was shivering in time to his shaking. Sam pulled a sheet over him, but it didn't really help. Dean shrugged out of his jacket, knowing the sheet wasn't helping, and laid it over his chest and arms.

"You're still burnin' up," Dean said, putting his hand on his forehead. "Wish we had some ice…"

Alec groaned, "I-I h-hate ice…"

"I know, but we're gonna have to get rid of this fever somehow," Dean said.

Sam and Dean both looked away when Henriksen ran back in. "The pillar's gone. I looked away for a second and when I looked back it was gone."

"What?" Sam and Dean asked at the same time.

Sam stood up and ran to the other room, but Dean stayed with him.

"I don't know where it went," Henriksen said. "How could they move it that fast."

Sam ran back and nodded, "It's gone."

"Th-they w-want us t-t-to m-move…it's a tr-trap," Alec said.

"But we've gotta take it," Dean said. "I know it's a trap, but this is our only chance getting you out."

"How're we gonna do this?" Sam asked.

"Henriksen, give me your gun," Dean said. Henriksen hesitated, but then slowly handed his gun over to Dean. "Do you have another clip?"

Henriksen passed that over too, and then said, "I thought you said guns didn't work on them."

"They don't," Dean stated. "But Alec's a good shot and if he hits them in the face, then that might slow them down." Dean handed him the gun, but he held on to the extra clip.

"D-dean, I-I sh-shouldn't h-h-have the g-gun," Alec said. He hadn't realized what Dean was doing, but this was insane. He shouldn't be holding a gun in the state he was in. He might shoot Sam or Dean, or even himself. He couldn't control his muscles right now. "If I-I h-have a s-seizure-"

Dean gently grabbed his face and made him look at him. "Listen to me. You are not going to have a seizure. I need you to focus because we're getting outta here."

"D-d-dean-"

"No. I know you can do this," Dean said. He moved his hand from his face to his chest and gave him a reassuring pat. "Here's the plan. I'm going to help you walk. You've got the gun so you can warn me when one of 'em is close and I can set you down to take them out. Sammy's gonna lead the way and Henriksen's gonna bring up the rear, ok? Once we get out, we'll come up with the next plan."

"O-ok…" Alec breathed out. He didn't have enough strength to argue. He really didn't know if he had enough strength to even get out of there, but he didn't have a choice. Sam and Dean were risking their lives to get him out; he needed to do everything he could to help.

"Sam, help me get him up," Dean said. He was moving his jacket, the sheet, and the pillows off of him so they could get up up.

Sam ran over and both his brothers managed to get him to his feet. The room instantly blacked out; he hadn't moved more than sitting up for a long time and he had lost a lot of blood.

"Alec, c'mon, we need you to stay with us," Dean said, his voice finally filtering through. "Sam, get the water."

"I-I'm alright…" Alec whispered.

"How 'bout you take a drink anyway," Dean said. "It'll make me feel better."

Alec forced his eyes open and took a drink when Sam held the glass to his lips.

"Dean, I don't know if this is going to work," Sam said. "We're on the third floor and there's no tellin' how many vamps are in here."

"It has to work," Dean said. "This is our only shot."

"I-I c-can m-make it," Alec forced out.

"We just gotta get out of this apartment, and then we'll find a way to patch you up," Dean said. He looked over at Sam and Henriksen, and then asked, "We ready to do this?"

"Ready as we'll ever be," Sam muttered.

"C'mon Sam, try to sound a little more optimistic," Dean said, pushing on Sam's shoulder.

"I'll be more optimistic once we're outside…" Sam grumbled.

Dean shook his head and focused on him again. "You got a good grip on the gun?" He asked. Alec nodded, holding up the gun in his left hand. "Ok, just remember, you gotta stay conscious and you shoot at anything that's not me, Sammy, or Henriksen, ok?"

"O-o-ok," Alec said.

"Ok, let's get you outta here."


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