Chapter 8


Sam, Dean, and Castiel stood in the middle of Bobby's living room. Sam and Dean looked around the room slightly confused, Dean specifically looked winded.

"Bobby!" Dean called curiously, letting the older hunter know they were there.

There was a scuttling sound in the kitchen, and the sound of papers fluttering to the ground was heard as Bobby's impressive swearing came to their ears.

A moment later, Bobby wheeled his chair into the living room looking just as confused as Sam and Dean but as healthy as ever, nonetheless.

"What're you boys doing here?" Bobby asked sounding happy, but still surprised.

"We got into a spot of trouble Bobby," Sam explained, "Castiel zapped us here outta harm's way."

"Where're you comin' from?" Bobby prodded quizzically.

"North Carolina." Dean grunted grudgingly toward Castiel…apparently the angel didn't seem to understand how far away they really were from their case.

"Well come on in the kitchen, and tell me all about it…I just put on a pot." Bobby welcomed as he maneuvered his wheelchair skillfully around the clutter in the living room, and back out the door he came in.

That's right, Dean thought to himself with an understanding nod. The sun would be coming up in a couple of hours, and Bobby was always awake before the sun.

Sam and Dean dropped their bags in the living room by the front door, and the brothers' with Castiel at their heel followed Bobby into the kitchen.

Once they came into the kitchen, Sam noticed Bobby juggling with three mugs in his hands – trying to set them neatly on the countertop so he could pour the coffee.

Figuring Bobby would need a hand while Dean and Castiel took a seat at the table at the far-side of the kitchen, Sam came up behind Bobby.

But Bobby was ready, in the blink of an eye – his wheelchair suddenly faced Sam, and on his good leg Bobby balanced as he rose to hold a silver knife to Sam's jugular.

Seeing the threat and knowing it wasn't a joke from the dangerous look in the old hunters' eyes – Sam stiffened his body.

"Who are you?" Bobby demanded threateningly.

"Whoa, Bobby!" Dean came to Sam's defense rushing from his seat to stand next to Sam, "This is Sam!"

"What is he? Can't you see he aint human?" Bobby asked almost frantically as he dug the knife a little deeper into Sam's flesh.

"Vampire." Sam choked out matter-of-factly, "I was turned."

"Do I look like I was born yesterday, or somethin'?" Bobby asked incredulously, not once taking his eyes from the monster in front of him.

"Bobby, they're telling the truth." Castiel chimed in as he too stood from the table and joined the group with tension hanging in the air, "Sam is a vampire."

His eyebrows knit in confusion as he stared at the thing wearing Sam's face in the eye. His hazel eyes with a thick black band wrapped around the irises – underlined with a deep crimson staring back at him. But beneath the inhumanity in those eyes, Bobby could see just beneath the surface that it was Sam's look; that 'caught stealing from the cookie jar but feel bad for me because I'm cute' look.

"Sam?" Bobby muttered as he lowered his knife, and placed himself back into his chair properly, "What the hell happened?"

Sam relaxed his form visibly before turning to Dean with a wary look. Dean only shrugged at him, telling him silently that he should tell Bobby about what had happened over the past few days.

He started with the case they were on, giving Bobby all the details about where they started and how they ended up in his living room. He said how they met a doctor at the morgue, and how he turned out to be one of the vampires…Victor, to be more specific – his Sire. But these weren't like normal vampires.

Sam then went on to explain how when they got back to their motel room after finding the nest, they were ambushed by more vampires.

"They took me, and beat Dean unconscious." Sam continued sadly.

"Do you know why they took you, and not Dean?" Bobby asked quizzically.

Sam glanced at Dean out of the corner of his eye, and noticed that Dean seemed highly interested in the answer of this question as well.

"Yea…" Sam muttered guiltily, "Victor said he chose me because I started the end of the world, letting the vampires come out of hiding. He said it was some sort of reward."

"So these sons of bitches didn't know about Lucifer wanting you as a vessel?" Dean asked with wide eyes.

"It didn't seem like it." Sam replied with a shrug. He then relaxed his shoulders with scoff, "Some gift."

Dean rolled his eyes, and nodded his head in agreement…killing someone wasn't really a sign of gratitude.

But then Dean realized what great news this was that the vampires probably didn't know about Sam being Lucifer's vessel. That meant they wouldn't be expecting angels to take their 'gift' back.

"But Victor said that he wanted to keep me for a while to train me…or whatever." Sam added in for good measure with a curious eye on his brother, "He said he would even just train me at night if it came down to it."

"Why is this guy so interested in you, Sam?" Dean wondered out loud with his eyebrows knit together in confusion, "There's gotta be another reason."

Sam shrugged simply, "That's the only reason I was given."

Dean thought to himself for a moment, not letting Sam in on his musings. But he was almost certain that this Victor character had something else up his sleeve. There was something he wasn't letting Sam in on just yet, and Dean wanted to know what.

"What about…blood, Sam?" Bobby prodded, squinting his eyes at the young vampire in curiosity.

Sam flinched before looking down at Bobby with a soulful glance, not really sure how to go about explaining anything blood-related to him.

"W-what about it?" Sam asked, not being able to hide the stutter of nervousness in his voice.

"Have you had any?" Bobby clarified, his face relaxing slightly as his expression shifted from confusion to sympathy upon hearing Sam stutter and he knew the answer to his question before it left his lips.

Sam couldn't bring himself to voice his response. He averted his eyes to the floor and nodded slowly.

Bobby nodded softly at Sam's reaction, knowing that this meant he had probably killed someone. Taking in a deep breath to steady himself, Bobby averted his eyes to Dean and his eyes widened upon looking at the boy under closer inspection.

On the right side of his neck were two harsh red puncture wounds that were out in the open, completely undressed. Telling from the redness around the wounds, Bobby could tell they were pretty fresh.

Bobby's eyes then shifted to Sam again in confusion. He had attacked Dean?

Seeing his surrogate fathers' curiosity, Dean went into the story of how after coming too Castiel took him to where the nest was – also being where they were keeping Sam at the time. And how when he got there, Sam had already been turned and had already fed from a human.

Bobby seemed somewhat understanding at that part, and didn't interrupt. He would nod every once in a while, and that was the only time Dean would know if Bobby was really paying attention.

After that, Dean then explained how the next night Sam was caught in the blood-haze, and attacked him.

Again, at that part Bobby seemed to understand. Both kinds of vampires went through the blood-haze, Bobby guessed. He knew that it was an occurrence that happened with most fledglings, where their ravenous hunger got the better of them and dulled them of reason – making them thoughtless as they attacked humans.

And seeing as Sam was only a couple days old (so to speak), Bobby guessed this would happen again and soon.

"So you got a back-up plan to keep him from killing people, genius?" Bobby prodded.

"Dean came up with the idea to get blood from the hospital…donor bags." Sam interjected after having flinched at Bobby's referring to him as if he were a wild animal.

"Do we know if that'll work?" Bobby asked Sam.

"No," Dean replied honestly, "but animal blood won't work…so this is our only other option."

"Damnit." Bobby swore under his breath, not looking Sam in the eye.

"I'm sorry." Sam apologized in a throaty tone, truly sounding remorseful.

"What for?" Dean asked seriously, not entirely sure if he wanted to hear what his brother had to say.

"This is all my fault…I should have been more careful."

"Whoa, are you kidding me?" Dean snapped, glaring at his brother almost angrily.

Sam looked over at Dean curiously, and let him continue.

"You think this is your fault that you got jumped in the shower?" Dean asked somewhat shakily as he tried to control his rising temper, "I can tell you right now, this isn't your fault. We'll find a way to get out of this."

"There's no cure for vampirism, Dean." Sam said sadly.

"Well if I don't find one, then you'll have to adjust." Dean replied matter-of-factly.

"Adjust?" Sam asked sounding alarmed. He was sure he hadn't heard Dean correctly.

But Dean gave a stiff nod.

"Are you joking? How am I supposed to adjust to being dead, Dean?" Sam demanded furiously.

"It's not that different than what you were doing last year." Dean muttered under his breath, turning his gaze away from his brother.

Sam looked taken aback; he knew exactly what Dean was talking about, but wasn't expecting him to bring it up.

"You think I don't know that!" Sam yelled, keeping a deadly glare on Dean, "I still hate myself for what I did! And now it's like it's starting all over again!"

Dean looked up at Sam, who was full of rage. He could tell that Sam was a hairs way from losing control so he took in a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, Sam…you're right." Dean said a little more calmly, but still meaning what he said. "It's not fair to hold that over you…this really isn't your fault."

Sam took in a deep unneeded breath to calm himself down. Once he had stopped shaking, he kept his eyes on his brother still.

"It's fine." He replied in a monotone voice.

Sam was suddenly overtaken by a certain exhaustion that he hadn't known in a while. His eyes became hooded and glossy, and he suddenly knew what it meant.

He could actually feel the sun rising. It would be up in about an hour or so, Sam knew. He looked out the window by the kitchen sink and saw the sky was a deep purplish pink with clouds streaked across.

"What's wrong?" Bobby asked sounding worried as he noticed Sam's demeanor suddenly change.

"It's the sun." Castiel answered knowingly.

"That's our cue to get going, then." Dean said seriously as he headed out of the kitchen and out to the living room to where they first appeared. Sam, Castiel, and Bobby followed him out – looking a little confused.

"Where are you goin'? You just got here!" Bobby demanded.

Dean lifted one of his bags, the one that held most of his weapons to be exact and pushed it on his shoulder gently before turning to face Bobby.

"There's something we gotta finish…but we'll be back." Dean assured.

Sam nodded in understanding and lifted his own bag that held more weapons.

"But we're gonna drive back here." Dean added, "I'm not leaving my car behind."

Sam rolled his eyes as Castiel got the message. They wanted him to teleport them back so they could take out the vampire nest as they had planned.

Bobby seemed to get it too as he nodded in approval.

"I'll be waitin' for ya then."

Both Sam and Dean nodded in Bobby's direction as a silent 'thanks' before turning readily to Castiel. The angel got the hint, and placed his hands on the Winchester brothers' foreheads – taking them to where they just came from.