Finally. Sorry for the really long wait. This is part two to Blood Red, also known as the episode Fresh Blood. Also ~ that symbol Let's go!

Was this a bad idea? Yeah, probably. Did I care? Nope, not in the slightest. The Fate sisters could go after me all they wanted but I was gonna make sure my brother was cured.

As soon as I knew what Gordon had done my fear and anger had lashed out and I'd thrown him against the far right wall, just a few feet away from the work bench where he had so helpfully laid out all my weapons. With a growl I'd locked back on the machete and sent it flying. Gordon's head had rolled a few feet away from his body, the corpse falling seconds after.

My knife had then zoomed across the room into my waiting hand and I'd hacked at the ropes, getting me out of the chair and falling to my knees in front of Donny.

I'd asked him if he was okay and he'd said no. That his throat hurt and everything was too loud. He was changing. So I'd done the only thing I could.

I had prayed to Gabriel.

It hadn't taken long. Like last time he mentally transported me to my pseudo-apartment where I'd proceeded to yell at the archangel. Maybe not yell, speak loudly might be a better description. I'd been panicking, telling him about Gordon and Donny. He'd replied that Donny's body was fighting the infection, whatever helped me heal was shared by my womb-mate to a lesser degree and thus keeping him from turning immediately. But according to Gabriel, it would only slow the virus down. In the end my brother would still be changed.

The youngest archangel had offered to heal him but I'd turned him down. I'd only go that route if I truly needed to. The celestial being was in hiding after all. Besides, I still had a plan B.

I asked him if Gwen, Mark, or Christian Campbell existed, if they were hunters. He'd replied yes. Considering how important the two family lines were, he'd made sure to keep track of the descendents. I'd then asked him if they truly had the vampire cure. He left to check and brought me back to the car garage where hardly any time had past and the Winchester brothers had just burst into the building.

I'd ignored them, talking to Donny and telling him that everything would be fine, that he had nothing to worry about. Of course the boys had persisted, calling for my attention, no doubt wondering what had happened with Gordon. And that had caught Donny's interest, looking over his shoulder at the two hunters. And they'd reacted immediately at seeing the blood on my brother's lips.

Sharing grim looks of determination, machetes nearly materialized in hand, the Winchester brothers had been intent on Donny. And truth was, I couldn't get mad at them. It was a valid reaction. But my response was also valid. This wasn't a stranger, this was my brother. The lack of blood between us didn't matter and neither did his changing condition. I would defend him.

And I had.

I pushed at the boys, giving an extra shove at Dean when he tried again and I went back to talking to Donny, seeing how he was doing. And that's when Gabe pulled me away again to his little pocket dimension and wanted to know who I was getting my information from. The Campbell's did indeed have the cure. I just needed to find them. And there was one person I knew that could possibly do just that.

And Bobby had done what I'd requested, tracking down the wayward hunters but then I'd had to come clean about my reasoning to the boys and that been interesting.

"Cure your brother how?"

"They have a cure for vampirism."

"What?!"

"What?"

I'd had to play off the whole thing as me seeing the future but I knew as soon as Mark and whoever else he invited got here that I would have to explain things further. Especially with my conversation with Campbell over the phone.

Mark had called Sam back himself, wanting to know why we were looking for him and the others. Sam had tried explaining that the brother of their hunter friend had just been freshly changed and that they had heard that some hunters named Campbell might have a cure.

By the look on Sam's face I was sure Mark had clamped up, arguing with the tallest Winchester. But I wasn't having it. I'd left Donny's side, marched right up to Sam and snatched the cell phone from him.

I'd pleaded with Mark. He didn't need to give us the recipe just maybe prepare it and give it to Donny. I'd been glad that we did indeed need the blood of the vampire who changed Donny and I'd told Mark that wouldn't be a problem. He'd still been on the fence about the whole thing, saying it was a family recipe and he wasn't comfortable giving out knowledge of a vampire cure to unknown hunters.

My voice had gone cold.

"Good. Then you should have no problem sharing with Samuel Campbell's grandsons."

Probably not my greatest moment considering the stares I'd gotten from Sam and Dean but I'd ignored them, focused on Mark's response. Of course the line had gone silent. If someone had told me that kind of knowledge I'd have done the same but he came back on in disbelief, wanting to know what I meant by that. And I'd told him he could find out if he come to us, along with the cure, at the garage's address. He'd gone quiet for a few seconds before giving an ETA and hanging up.

That was about an hour and a half ago and he should be here in another forty minutes. Of course I had time to think and chances were that he would get here much quicker, probably with the others, and scope out the garage to study us. Made sense to me. In the mean time, I'd had quick story time with the brothers. That had been dicey. I'd finished nearly fifteen minutes into the wait time for Mark and they were still talking about it.

"…a hunter. Mom. I still can't believe it. And this whole time you didn't think to tell us?"

I didn't look over at Dean, already having gone through this with him when I finished my story, and instead remained focused on Donny. A few minutes ago he'd said his gums were hurting. "I told you why already."

Dean gave a sarcastic spin toward Sam who, understanding person that he was, had taken it upon himself to collect a jarful of Gordon's blood. The younger brother was wisely keeping himself out the argument.

"Oh yeah, knowing the future can be harmful. But this is our family we're talking about. A side of the family that we didn't know existed because you decided we didn't need to know."

I glanced up from my spot on the floor next to my brother, nearly growled and bared my teeth at the eldest. "Oh I'm sorry the very real threat against my life by three ridiculously powerful supernatural beings whose sole purpose is to literally plan your demise is not a good enough of a reason for you. Besides you would have learned all this on your own in a few years, so excuse me for trying to keep the fabric of time and space intact!"

"Angie…"

"Yeah Donny?" It was funny how my voice changed when talking to Dean and then my twin.

Donny gave a glare, weak only from the virus running through him. "What's this about your life being threatened?"

I paused. Damn it.

He stood up a little straighter, pointing a finger at me. "Me and you are gonna have words after this."

"Yeah, sure."

That was not a conversation I was gonna enjoy but I suppose it needed to happen. But he also needed to be human to have the conversation. I wondered if I just held on to him would I be able to take him back home with me. I did that with the angel blade and my gear, had to be the same thing right? And how did he get here in the first place? That's what I wanted to know. And where the hell was Mark?

"Sam." Dean had seen something out the windows and motioned for his brother to take a look as well. He turned in my direction. "What do the Campbell's look like?"

Crap. The characters I'd met so far looked only vaguely like their counterparts, but might as well play off of that. "There's Gwen, Christian, and Mark. They're dark haired I think, with dark eyes maybe. Not super sure, I've just heard of them."

Donny and me watched as the boys moved, heading to the door and checking their weaponry. They both gave nods to us and slipped silently out the door, no doubt to investigate.

"It's just like the dreams."

I looked at my brother who in turn raised an eyebrow at me. I tried to hold on but I folded, letting out a sigh. "Yes, just like your dreams."

"They're not dreams, are they?"

"Nope." Donny would have kept going but the door creaked open and Sam walked in with three strangers and Dean taking up the rear.

The closer they got the more they seemed to actually look like the actors who played them. Except Mark. While the actor who played him had blue eyes, Mark's were actually a dark brown, the same as his cousins.

I stood up, walking forward. "Did you bring it?"

Christian lifted a hand to halt me. "As soon as you tell us what's going on."

I waved a hand at the boys. "Sam and Dean Winchester. Mary Campbell's children, hunters. Now do you have it or not?"

I knew I was being a bit rude but Donny was my priority. Sam stepped forward, offering the jar of blood to Christian. At first he didn't accept it and I was seconds away from knocking them down and taking it but finally the cousins shared a quick look and Gwen stepped up to grab the offered glass. My focus shifted to her, ignoring the men around me as I watched her crouch down and take out another glass jar from her duffel bag. It was filled with red liquid, hints of debris swimming in the mixture. I was sure it was all herbs. At least that's what I was telling myself.

Setting the two containers down Gwen pulled out a syringe, collecting some of Gordon's blood into the tube. She eyed the measurements, making sure she had a specific amount before switching and shooting the sample into the pre-made tea.

She looked up at me as she tightened the lid on the jar. "Just want you to know, this ain't gonna be pretty."

I thought she was gonna shake the mixture but instead she placed it upright between her palms and gently started to roll it back and forth, like insulin. "Figured. If it's easy, you're doing it wrong, right?"

Gwen only smirked before grabbing a beat up ceramic mug from her bag and dumping some of the tea into it. She handed it over to me. "All set. Just be sure he drinks all of it."

"Thanks." I made my way back to Donny, pausing briefly when Mark handed me a old trash can. I nodded and kept going, placing the can in front of my brother.

He looked up, squinting against the light for a second before focusing on the cup I held. "Do I wanna know?"

I shoved the mug at him. "Probably not. Just down it and be ready."

He nodded, grabbing the cup. Like I knew he would Donny looked down at the contents and took a sniff. His face curled. "Oh God Ang…"

I shook my head at him. "Tough shit. Chug it."

He grimaced but let out a deep breath and dumped his head back, drinking the cure. He choked once but managed it, letting out a gasp when he was done.

I watched him, his hand to his mouth like he was ready to seal his lips in case he vomited it back up. A few seconds went by before it seemed like the concoction wasn't gonna make a reappearance.

"So?" I asked him, remembering TV Dean's change back.

Donny shrugged but then he bit out a curse and scrambled for the trash can. I grimaced and crouched down next to him as he heaved up foul black liquid repeatedly. I ignored the others and sat by my brother's side, waiting for it to stop.

~~~SPN~~~

The Campbell's had left once they'd cleared Angie's brother, but not before giving Sam a copy of the cure. Christian had seemed agitated with them but Mark seemed pretty calm and unruffled by the fact that they had just discovered two more cousins. Sam had also noticed the longer-than-usual staring at Angie. Gwen hadn't had a problem, she was more welcoming than her male cousins and the one to give Sam the piece of paper with ingredients needed and directions for brewing the vampire cure.

So now Sam stood against the Impala, Dean silent next to him as they watched Angie and her brother standing a few feet away talking with one another. The twin language sounded familiar, but only as if they took certain words from one language and just changed the vowels around or maybe combined two similar languages and put the words together.

Sam glanced over at Dean, his brother brooding silently next to him. He turned back to staring at their friend. "You're not still mad are you?"

"Yeah…No. Kinda. I don't know man. I know there are things she can't tell us but that was about Mom." Dean griped, running a hand down his face.

Sam nodded. "I'm not saying that's not important because it is. The fact remains, Dean, is that she's right. Just listen." He waved his hands at his brother when it looked like he was gonna protest. "So far it seems like the demons can't get a read on Angie, so her surface thoughts are safe. But if she went and told us everything? We're lucky they haven't figured it out by now. If it's really important, she'll figure out a way to let us know. Hell, I'm pretty sure Bobby's already started on the panic room and he did get the anti-possession tattoo last we saw him. What she knows could get her killed, the least we can do is make sure we don't make her more of a target by knowing things we're not suppose to. Understand?"

Dean scrubbed at his face again. "I know, I know. You're right."

He broke off whatever he was gonna say when Angie and Donny wondered over to them, her duffle bag being carried by her brother. She'd pulled it from the car earlier.

"Me and Donny are gonna head back. We got a lot to talk about." Angie's face was drawn, troubled. The younger hunter could see how much she was dreading that conversation.

"Yeah, no problem." Sam leaned forward to hug their friend, furrowing his eyebrows when feeling a brushing against his coat pocket. He smoothed his expression when he pulled away. "We'll see you later, alright?"

"Really?" Angie asked Sam, though her eyes flickered to Dean for a second. She was probably worried Dean would be too pissed to want her around. Made sense considering how angry he'd had gotten.

"Yeah." Dean spoke certainly, nodding and locking eyes with Angie. "We'll see you later."

Angie let out a small smile before stepping back and grabbing her brother's hand. Donny only nodded at them before the siblings disappeared.

Sam felt a nudge from Dean. "Let's go."

His brother moved around to the driver side while Sam tucked himself into the passenger side, taking out the folded piece of paper from his pocket.

"What's that?" Dean asked as Sam unfolded the sheet.

"Something Angie stuffed in my pocket." The younger Winchester replied distractedly, reading the lines of script. "'When it's all over, the others can't stay. The shield, the pure one, and everyone else needs to leave right after you or they'll be killed.'"

Dean looked over at him confused. "She wrote that?"

"Yeah but I have no idea what it means." Sam paused. It had to be something that was gonna happen and something important if she took the risk of writing it down. She didn't out right tell them what was going on so she was obviously avoiding the Fates. "It's gotta be important."

"Probably. We'll have to keep a look out for any future events that have to do with a shield and whatever a pure one is. She write anything else?" Dean asked over the sound of the turning engine.

"Yeah. Just a name and a city. I don't recognize either. She also wrote 'search the internet, then the journal.' With the word 'then' underlined."

The Impala pulled away, leaving the abandoned garage behind. "Must be someone important. What's the place and name?"

Sam pulled out his laptop, turning on the machine as he answered. "Some guy named Adam Milligan from Windom, Minnesota."

Yeah I just did that. Next chapter should have the talk with Angie and Donny but also maybe meeting Adam. We shall see. Thanks guys. Peace out. -Mez