Blood Brother Part 1

Enid, Oregon

Sam, Dean, and Angela walked into the motel room. Sam immediately crossed to the bathroom and turned on the light. Dean and Angela looked around the room.

"Well, that is twice that he's burned us," Dean noted. "Shame on you."

"No, no, no, no." Sam walked out of the bathroom. "I'm the one who said he set us up."

"No, you said, 'I wonder if Kevin is setting us up', and then you started in with the—the techno babble," Dean argued. "That was like two states ago."

"Boys," Angela warned, folding her arms across her chest.

"Yeah, well, whatever." Sam huffed at Dean. "Either way, that's another room billed to one of Kevin's false credit IDs." He added as Dean picked the lock on the mini-bar. "And the motel ran his number today."

Angela frowned. "Just like he actually checked in?"

"Yeah." Sam nodded, sitting down on one of the beds.

"Kid's like Rain Man," Dean commented. "He's like a crappy little credit-card counting…criminal prodigy Rain Man."

"Well, he was in advanced placement." Sam sassed as he pulled Angela down to sit on his lap.

"Shut up," Dean muttered as he handed Sam a beer and Angela a water. "When's that little idiot gonna stop running from us?"

Angela twisted the cap off of her water. "I don't know, Dean. I mean, you did try to kill his mother."

"I was trying to kill Crowley, okay?" Dean defended. "Who happened to be wearing Kevin's mother at the time." He added. Sam and Angela just gave him a look. "Well, there's a difference!" Dean defended.

"Apparently not to Kevin." Angela retorted. "Oh, I know. Maybe because—oh, yeah—it's his mother!"

Dean's phone started to ring. "Hold that thought. No, actually, you know what? Don't hold that thought." He replied before answering the call. "Hello? Hello? Uh, hang on. There's not enough bars."

Dean went outside and closed the motel room door behind him.

~/~\~

"Benny?" Dean asked.

"Hey, Dean," Benny spoke slowly. "You, um—you got a minute? Afraid I messed up, buddy."

Dean's frown deepened. "What did you do?"

"No, man, not like that," Benny assured.

Dean looked over his shoulder at the motel room window, where he could see Sam and Angela staring. "I'm sorry. You took on how many?" Dean asked. "Are you crazy?"

"Hey. See, the thing is, my legs, they ain't working so good." Benny explained. "There's, uh…a fuel barge not too far from here. I'm pretty sure I can make it at a slow crawl. I was kind of hoping maybe I could ask you for one more favor?"

~/~\~

Dean put a bag down on the bed.

"And—and what exactly is that supposed to mean, you've got to go?" Angela's brows furrowed in frustration.

Dean sighed and raised his brows. "Which words are giving you guys trouble?"

"We're on the case, remember, Dean?" Sam reminded. "The—the Winchester holy grail, 'shut the gates of Hell forever' case!"

"Sure are." Dean agreed as he continued packing. "But in order to close the Gates of Hell, we need our Prophet, am I right? So, step one—find Kevin Tran. Well, he ain't here. But he wanted us to be, which means we're probably as far away from him as he could possibly put us. So, step two—find Kevin Tran." Dean explained as he looked in the mini-bar. "Either of you mind if I take the Toblerone?"

~/~\~

Dean left the motel room, Sam and Angela hot on his heels.

"Wait. Dean, seriously?" Angela pressed.

"Hey, the trail is dead, but the room is paid for." Dean shrugged. "You and Sammy can have a night to yourselves. I got some personal crap that I got to take care of. That's all."

Sam sighed, frustrated. "What does that mean—'personal'?"

Dean stared at his brother. "Did you have a stroke? Vocabulary? Personal, as in my own grown-up personal—I don't know—crap!"

"Dammit—

"What, Sam?" Dean interrupted. "Last I counted, you two took off five months off from the job. I need a day." He explained before getting into the Impala and starting the engine.

~/~\~

Dean fell on his back to the ground during a fight. He looked around for his weapon, which was out of reach. He kicked out with a leg and knocked the monster he was fighting down. Dean got up and grabbed his weapon.

Dean hurled the monster to the ground and swung his weapon at it three times. Dean reached behind him to put a hand on Benny's arm. Another monster charged at them as Benny continued to whistle. A second monster ran towards them and Dean and Benny got ready to strike.

~/~\~

Dean shook himself from the memory as he drove down a dark road.

~/~\~

Angela sat next to Sam at the table, resting her head against his shoulder. Sam looked up Cascadia Credit, Kevin's Princeton admission form, and a credit card application with Kevin's picture in the name of 'Kevin Park' on his laptop.

"You are a wascally wabbit, Mr. Tran," Sam muttered.

Angela rubbed her eyes sleepily. "Sammy, let's take a break, we aren't getting anywhere."

Sam smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Just a few more minutes, babe." He replied. Sam frowned when he heard a whirring noise coming from the bathroom. "Stay here." He told Angela before he got up.

Sam walked into the bathroom and flipped the lights on. The bathroom fan was making the whirring sound.

~/~\~

Sam and Angela walked into the motel lobby with Riot on a leash.

"Everett." Angela greeted. "Hey, hon, you still on duty?"

"Yeah, yeah." Everett sighed.

"How's your dad?" Sam asked.

"He's kind of having it rough on the new regimen," Everett replied. "Can't keep anything down."

"That sucks." Sam sighed.

"Yeah." Everett agreed.

"Listen, um, we're gonna stay on another week, okay?" Angela smiled at Everett. "But we need you to run it on this card, 'cause we just canceled the one you had on file."

"Okay, sure." Everett nodded as Sam looked at the noisy air conditioner. "Figured you guys would have moved on by now."

"Right. Well, I'm—I'm kind of between jobs." Sam admitted, glancing at the air conditioner again. "Uh…plus, uh, dog has a surgery follow-up on Tuesday."

Everett chucked. "Yeah, you guys really messed up that dog."

"Right. Uh, thanks for that." Sam nodded with a small smile.

The three of them looked at the noisy air conditioner.

"Oh, yeah, it's all that thing does—piss, moan, and eat up money we ain't got," Everett commented.

"Well, you got any tools?" Sam asked curiously.

"Hell, if you can fix it, you don't need to go and look for a job. You got one here." Everett replied.

~/~\~

Sam shook himself from the memory. He screwed the cover back onto the fan and turned it on. The fan started to operate quietly.

Angela walked up behind Sam and hugged his waist. "There's my handsome handyman." She smiled softly.

Sam smiled at her and he turned the fan off. "I think it's time for that break." He murmured.

~/~\~

Dean pulled up to the dock in the Impala and parked next to a pick-up truck. He looked into the cabin of the truck and then opened the covered truck bed. He opened a small ice chest, which contained blood bags. Dean shook his head, took the ice chest, and closed the truck bed.

~/~\~

"Benny!" Dean called.

Dean walked down a flight of stairs and found Benny leaning against the wall.

"Benny?" Dean knelt down next to him. "Not lookin' good."

Benny chuckled. "Up yours."

Dean opened the ice chest.

~/~\~

Dean leaned against a table, on which there were many empty blood bags. Benny came out of the bathroom wearing clean clothes.

"Wow. You, uh…look okay." Dean commented, clearly surprised.

"Getting there." Benny nodded.

"Dude, you were double-hamstrung."

"Yeah, well, a little rest, a half cooler full of AB-negative—most wounds short of an amputation will mend up…vampirically speaking." Benny explained.

"Uh-huh." Dean nodded.

Benny picked up a bag and put on his cap. "I'll be 100% before you know it." He assured, picking up the ice chest. "Thank you, brother."

Dean sighed deeply. "Benny, what's going on?"

"Oh, your work here is done, Dean. You already saved the day." Benny replied. "You know, I got my, uh, deal, and you got—what'd you call it? A family business?"

"Benny." Dean pressed. "What's going on?"

Benny shook his head. "You and that whole 'friend' thing, man."

~/~\~

Dean stood up after killing a monster. Benny cleaned his weapon on another monster's clothing. A third monster swung a weapon at Castiel, who put a hand on the monster's head and smote him in a blaze of light. The monster fell to the ground dead.

"Well, I got to admit, Dean—he's got his strong points, but holy hell if he ain't a magnet," Benny commented.

"Well, before he found Cas, you said it was my humanity that was drawing too much attention." Dean retorted.

"Yeah, that too." Benny nodded.

Castiel walked over to Benny and Dean. "Well, I think we're clear for the moment. It does present a curious curl in the metaphysics, doesn't it? If you kill a monster in monster heaven, where does it go?"

Benny's brows furrowed. "And this is the crazy aunt I want to take on the road?"

Castiel narrowed his eyes. "I am not your aunt."

"What? Really?" Benny feigned shock.

"I have no possible relationship to your sibling offspring," Castiel assured.

"Now, you're kidding me," Benny smirked.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh, you two are killing me!"

Castiel turned to Dean. "I have to agree with the vampire, Dean. The risk of crossing Purgatory with a seraph, it's…less than strategic, and certainly when we have no reason to believe that I can pass through the door that you're headed for."

"You see, you're an intact, living human being stuck in Purgatory's craw," Benny explained. "This dimension wants to spit you out, which is exactly what's gonna power our escape pod. Now, I'm pretty sure I can squeeze through, too, because, after all, you take away the fangs and the fun, I was born human, too. But…"

"I don't think it would work for me." Castiel sighed.

"You hear what he's telling you, Dean?" Benny asked. "Your buddy is saying—

"Listen to me, you undead blood junkie," Dean interrupted. "I'm the one with the mojo. I'm the one with the plan. Cas…we're gonna shove your ass back through the eye of that needle if it kills all three of us."

"Obviously, I am less than comfortable with that," Benny muttered.

~/~\~

"Well, it's good to know you're still dumb as ever," Benny noted.

"Yeah, well, some things never change." Dean retorted. "Now, why are you getting into machete fights with your own kind?"

"Quentin, the one I came for?" Benny reminded. "We were in the same nest. I'm hunting the vampire who turned me, my maker."

Dean's brows furrowed. "Well, now, don't get me wrong. I'm down with the hunting, but, uh…why?"

"Kill him before he kills me…again," Benny replied.

~/~\~

A bloodstained wallet, money clip, keys, and machetes were spread out on a table. Benny picked up the money clip.

"Quentin and I went way back—one of the old man's favorites, next to me, it turns out," Benny explained.

Dean was looking through a notebook. "Listen to this. 'Age of Aquarius II, 0800', and then there's some other numbers all crossed out. Some other weird names here, too—the Big Mermaid, Solitaire—it's all crossed out, except this one—the Lucky Myra."

"Yachts. Names of yachts—Lucky Myra…" Benny took the notebook from Dean. "Age of Aquarius. Look at this one—Sea You Later, spelled s-e-a. I mean, come on." He set the notebook down on the table.

"So then these are launch times. And what—destinations?" Dean frowned.

"Mm-hmm. Except none of them ever got there. The Lucky Myra left yesterday afternoon. I guarantee you it's already been hit."

"What do you mean, 'hit'?" Dean questioned.

"Boarded, burned, and buried at sea," Benny replied. "My nest—that's how we fed…how we always fed. We kept a tight little fleet, maybe a half-dozen boats. Nothing ostentatious, just pleasure craft. I must have circled the Americas ten times during my tour." He explained. "A few of us would act as stringers and patrol the harbors, looking for the right-size target—fat, rich yachts going to far-off ports. Take down the boat's name and destination, radio it to the crew in the water. And then we just, uh…let the ocean swallow up all our sins."

Dean raised his brows. "Vampire pirates? That's what you guys are?" he asked. "Vampirates."

Benny chuckled. "You know, all the years we ran together, I can't believe nobody ever thought of that."

"What do you mean? It's like the third thing you say." Dean replied.

"No, it isn't."

Dean just shook his head. "Alright, so, y-your maker is set up to feed around here, right?" he asked as he took the money and a piece of paper from the wallet on the table. "Well, what are we looking for?"

"Well, he likes to live in style," Benny replied as Dean pocketed the money. "He usually rents legitimately. Always remote, always coastal."

Dean unfolded the piece of paper. "So, an island, maybe? You got a cable bill here. Hmm. Quentin's got the NFL package. Prentiss Island. Heard of it?"

"Oh, yeah." Benny nodded.

~/~\~

The Impala sped down a dark road.

~/~\~

"Yeah, so, if you were your maker's favorite, why did he kill you?" Dean asked curiously as he drove.

"When you get turned, it's like you're reborn into a vampire nest. Your maker—he means everything to you." Benny explained as he took a blood bag from the ice chest. "I mean, you really start believing he's God. Now, if your maker happens to believe the same thing, well…" he trailed off before drinking from the bag.

Dean watched as Benny drank from the blood bag. "See how that could be a pickle."

"Mm."

"Well, uh—you really have to do that? I mean, right now?" Dean grimaced slightly.

Benny chuckled. "I'm sorry, brother. I'm better, but I'm still on the mend."

"Right." Dean nodded.

"Anyway…our father—he was a jealous god. He kept the family together but he kept us apart from the rest of the world, always at sea." Benny continued. "I always did what was best for the nest…till I met her. Andrea. Andrea Kormos. I mean, words don't even cut it, you know? Greek, heiress."

"Come on," Dean smirked.

"She was sailing a 42-foot sloop to the Canary Islands. Now, I should have called her boat's destination to my crew, but instead, I joined her on it."

"Seriously? Was Fabio on the cover of that paperback?" Dean laughed.

"My life changed when she entered it, Dean," Benny replied seriously. "Everything I had been or done up to that point just…seemed to vanish…into whatever we had become together. I mean…we found it, man. Eventually, we settled in Louisiana. And then one night, we were coming home, and the old man—he was just there. Quentin, Sorento, my oldest nestmates. It was only that night I understood what a crime it was to him—me leaving him. They pinned me down, and they beheaded me. The last thing I saw was the old man tearing out Andrea's throat."

Dean paused for a moment. "Well, that's what payback's all about—am I right?"

"Docks are up ahead. Should be able to find a dinghy to use."

~/~\~

Dean and Benny were in a small motorboat. As they approached the shore, Dean sat at the bow with a rope and prepared to jump off.

~/~\~

Dean jumped off the boat and secured the rope. Benny threw him two bags. The two walked through a forest, Dean texting as they walked.

"We're close," Benny noted as Dean continued to text. "Remind you of anything?"

Dean deleted the message and pocketed his phone. Benny and Dean took their weapons out of their bags.

"It's weird being back—in the world, I mean," Benny commented as they threw their bags on the ground. "Isn't it?"

"Sure as hell is." Dean agreed.

"I mean, what do you do with it all? All the—all the everything?" Benny asked. "Hell, I don't even know if this world is real, if I'm real."

"Hey, listen to me," Dean replied firmly. "I've seen what happens down that rabbit hole, okay? We're real. Benny, this is real. It's the only way to play this game, you get me?"

~/~\~

Benny and Dean walked into a large house. They went through the entry hallway into the main room with their weapons ready. Benny stopped to look at a harpsichord.

"Time to move, Benny," Dean whispered.

"The old man's harpsichord," Benny muttered.

"Benny!" Dean pressed.

Dean walked away as Benny looked at a framed photograph of a woman on a nearby table.

"No. No, no." Benny breathed.

The woman in the photograph, Andrea, came down the stairs. Benny turned to look at her, shock evident on his face.

"Benny?" Andrea asked in disbelief.

"Andrea," Benny whispered.

A man walked up behind Benny while another man appeared around a corner, and a third man came down the stairs behind Andrea. The man behind Benny knocked him to ground. Dean listened from behind a wall.

"Idiot." Dean shook his head.


A/N: Hey, guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I had a lot of fun writing this one :) And thank you for the recent reviews! Your feedback is what keeps me writing :) Love you guys xoxo

~Emily