Sam and Dean are speaking to Kristen, a missing girl's, father. Jamie comes in and stands between them. "Agent Novak, glad you could join us." Dean says.

Jamie nods. "Of course." She shakes hands with the father.

"Agent Novak has a lot of experiences with missing teenage girls." Sam says.

"Right. As I was saying. Kristin's a good kid. A little naive, sure... You try to be a good parent. Girls are hard. No offense." He looks at Jamie.

Jamie nods. "None taken."

"Right. Well, we'd just like to find your daughter." Sam says.

"Last door on the left."

Dean glances upstairs. "Thanks." The siblings climb the stairs. "So Jamie, you alright?" He glances back at his sister. "You were yakkin' all morning."

Jamie nods. "Last night's dinner didn't agree with me."

"Should have had the double cheeseburger."

Sam gives a quick glance back to the father. "Whaddya think he was talking about? Drugs?" He asks quietly.

"No. Worse." Jamie mutters.

Dean shrugs. They enter Kristen's room and Dean flips on the light. The walls are painted red and covered with vampire posters. Vampire and gothic accessories are everywhere - there are even vampire pillows on the bed. "Oh, it is SO much worse."

Jamie looks around. "It kinda looks like my old room."

Dean looks at her. "Your old room was dugeon-esque. This is…"

"An abomination?" She supplies looking are one "Twilight"-esque poster that reads "My Summer Blood".

Sam snorts. "Vampires?"

"Ah, these aren't vampires, man, these... "Sam shuts the door and they catch sight of a full-sized cut-out of a teen heart-throb "vampire". "...These are douche bags."

Jamie stares at the cut out. "Cas is hotter than that." Dean and Sam look at her. "What?"

"Yeah." Sam says. They glance around the room.

"WOW." Dean mutters.

Jamie shakes her head. "Jeeze, twihard with a vengeance."

"Hm." Sam goes to the bed and starts flipping back the covers. He looks under a pillow and finds a red laptop computer. "Aha. All right." He moves over to her desk. "Let's see what we can see. All right." He turns on the laptop; it makes a screaming noise and a picture of an intense-looking fake vampire pops up. They all flinch.

"Are you kidding me?" Jamie asks.

"Th-that's just...uncomfortable." Sam says.

"What's HE so bummed out about?" Dean asks.

Sam starts pressing keys; a password prompt pops up. Dean looks down and sees a paperback book on the desk, entitled "My Summer Blood". The cover illustration is a teenaged girl in a white nightgown, asleep on a bed, while a pale-skinned, handsome male vampire stands next to the open, moonlight-soaked window, staring down at her. Jamie looks at the book. Dean gestures to her with it. "Look at this. He's WATCHING her sleep. How is that not rape-y?"

"I gotta concentrate here, Dean." Dean starts flipping through the pages. Sam tries the password "DRACULA". The laptop makes the screaming noise again.

Dean reads from the book."He could hear the blood rushing inside her, almost taste it. He tried desperately to control himself..." Sam tries another password, and the laptop screams at him. "...Romero knew their love was impossible - " Romero? Really?"

Jamie rolls her eyes. "Dean."

"Dean. Shut up."

"This is a national bestseller. How is that POSSIBLE?" Dean picks up one of the vampire pillows. Sam tries yet another password and fails. "Hey, try, uh –" He thinks- "Lautner".

Sam types it in. "Wait - he's a werewolf. How do you even know who that is?"

"Are you kidding me? That kid's everywhere. It's a freakin' nightmare." The laptop rejects this password as well. Sam starts to get frustrated; Dean mouths "Wow" as he chucks the pillow back onto the bed.

Jamie looks over at Sam. "I know what it is, move over."

Sam groans. "Hey, how many T's are there in "Pattins-" The laptop accepts the password. "That's it. We're in! Ha!" He starts looking through a Facebook-style page. "All right."

"God." Jamie mutters.

Dean walks over to them. "Well?"

"Well, her inbox is full, from some guy claiming to be a vampire."

"A REAL vampire?" Dean asks.

Jamie scoffs. "That would be interesting."

"Well, uh... "I can only meet you at night...I don't trust myself with you...the call of your blood is too strong..." Vampires fishing for victims?"

"Probably just a human mouth-breather, right?"

"On the other hand - talk about easy prey."

"For actual vamps."

Jamie nods. "Yeah. These chicks are just throwing themselves at you. All you gotta do is..."

"Write bad poetry." Sam finishes.

"Huh!"

"Wow. This guy wanted to meet her at a place called The Black Rose."

Jamie leans in. "The Black Rose?"

Dean rolls his eyes. "Gimme a break..."

"Just reporting the news."

Jamie looks up. "Hey, I know where that is." She looks at Dean. "And it's not what you think. Not really."

Dean sighs. "It's probably just your standard-issue perv, right?"

Sam closes the laptop.

The Winchesters are standing in the alley behind the motel room. Sam is next to the Impala, talking to Samuel on his cell. Dean approaches and loads gear into the car. Jamie is helping him.

"Okay. So now, you're SURE it's vampires? A hundred percent?" Sam asks.

"Definitely. We got a pattern now. Kids go missing, blood bank van gets jumped. This is the fourth town. Clincher is, this last hit? Driver was found, throat ripped out."

"Okay. They grab kids, that's food, right? But if they already got a bunch of walking, talking juice bars...why bother with the blood mobile? It doesn't add up."

"Find the nest. Figure it out."

Sam sighs and hangs up.

Sam, Jamie, and Dean sit at a table in The Black Rose, obviously an underground gothic-esque club. Dean and Sam look out of place in their hunting clothes, but Jamie is wearing dark ripped jeans, combat boots, rosary beads, and her black leather jacket, fitting right in.

"Well, you wanted Emo chicks, I think we hit Ground Zero." Dean mutters. A waitress in a rubber suit gives them their drinks. "Thank you. You think she wears all that rubber to the beach?" Sam starts canvasing the bar. "When was the last time we had a beer together, anyway?"

Jamie rolls her eyes. "Give it up, Dean." She whispers. She looks around. "Sam." She nods across the bar.

"There." They study a teenaged boy in a black coat and a dog collar chatting up a pretty teenaged girl. "Whaddya think? He's hittin' on her hard enough. Real?"

"I dunno. It's hard to tell." Dean continues to look around and spies two other young men talking with girls. "Hey, we got multiple choice."

Jamie sighs. "I would kill for a headache right now. And not the kind that comes from cheap booze."

"Great. Three of them and three of us." Sam mutters. They watch as one of the men kisses another guy.

Dean and Sam watch with their mouths open, but Jamie looks intrigued. "Okay. Make that two of them." Dean says after a moment.

"I dunno, I think it's kinda hot…" Dean elbows her.

Sam sees the teenaged boy with the dog collar move to escort his new friend outside. "One's on the move."

The other man they have their eye on leaves the room as well. "All right. You go with Ephron, Jamie and I got Bieber."

Jamie looks up. "Please god let me be the one to gank Bieber."

She and Dean follow the teenagers into an alley. The teenaged boy and girl run into the alley, giggling. "Are you sure, baby? Are you ready to join me in eternity?" He presses her up against a door and starts kissing her neck.

"Oh my God, TOTALLY."

He's about to take a bite when Dean grabs him from behind and throws him back. "Hey!"

Jamie looks at the girl. "Go get outta here! Now!"

"Wait, what..." He's babbling a bit. Dean slams him against the dumpster on the other side of the alley. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Open your mouth!" Jamie demands.

"You heard the lady." The boy obeys, revealing fangs - just two, on his canine teeth. Dean is disgusted. "Take those out. Take 'em out!" The boy pulls off the fake fangs. "Oh, for the love of... What're you, twelve?" He takes a closer look. "Are you wearing GLITTER?"

Jamie shakes her head in disgust. "Oh Jesus. I'm gonna go find Sam." She starts walking away. Suddenly she stops and doubles over. "Oh, not again." She says quietly, leaning against the wall.

"I only do it to get laid, man!

Dean is suddenly interested. "Does it work?" The boy shrugs and nods slightly. "I'll be damned."

"Dean!" Jamie yells.

"All right, mmmbop your way outta here. Go, go!" The boy runs off. "And use a condom!"

Dean walks over to Jamie. "Hey, you okay?"

She looks at him. "Yeah, just nauseous as hell," She leans against the wall. "Weird though no migraine." He stops and looks at her. He has a flashback from when he was sent to 2014. He hears Jamie's voice. "I lost a baby… 2011…a nest of vampires." Jamie stares at him. "Dean, what is it?"

He helps her straighten up."Go back to the car."

She gives him a look. "We gotta get Sam."

"I'll get Sam. You go back to the car."

"I'm fine now, Dean."

"Jamie, don't argue with me on this! Please. Go back to the car."

"Okay." She heads towards the parking lot. Dean starts to walk away.

"You're pretty..."

Dean turns and finds himself face-to-face with a vampire, Boris. "I'm sorry?"

"I said...you're pretty."

"Sorry again, pal. I don't play for your team."

Boris grabs Dean and launches him through the air. Dean lands on the dumpster, hard, and rolls off into a pile of garbage bags. He takes a few moments to recover, his vision blurry. As Boris lazily approaches him, Dean, dazed, grabs hold of a large pipe and takes a swing at Boris, who ducks the attack easily. He soon has Dean pinned against the dumpster and begins punching him into submission. Sam walks into the alley, quickly surveys the situation, and runs a few steps. But he suddenly stops and just watches, as if fascinated. Boris by now has Dean completely at his mercy. He pins Dean with his right arm, just below his throat; Boris then brings his left wrist up to his fangs and bites. Dean is helpless, unable to move; Boris smears his blood over Dean's mouth. Dean makes a guttural noise in protest, but can't defend himself. A corner of Sam's mouth twitches upward into a little smirk. After he's sure that Dean has swallowed some of Boris' blood, Sam pulls his machete out of his coat. "NO!"

Sam rushes Boris, who releases Dean; the latter collapses onto the ground. Jamie rushes back into the alley. She gasps, seeing Sam and Boris stop and size one another up for a second. She rushes over to Dean. Sam makes a few slashes with the machete, which Boris deftly evades. He laughs and makes a "bye-bye" wave before running away and climbing up the wall and escaping. Dean lies on the ground next to the dumpster, panting, blood all over his mouth. Jamie has ahold of his shirt, holding him up.

"Sammy..." He says weakly.

"Oh God." Jamie pants.

Sam does his best to look shocked and concerned.

Back in the motel room Sam shuts the curtains; Dean holds his hand to his head. The regular noises of the city - cars, horns, sirens - are now amplified in his head. "Oh my God, what is that SOUND?"

"What sound, Dean?"

Dean pushes over the lamp and it crashes to the floor. The siren and honking of a passing fire truck gets louder. He hears the muffled sounds of the TV in the neighboring room. He pounds on the wall. "Hey, c'mon, keep it down, dammit!" He turns and winces at the lit bulbs of the lighting fixture hanging from the ceiling. "Please, PLEASE shut that off...geez..."

Sam turns the light off. Every noise is deafening, from his footsteps to the click of the lightswitch. Now Sam's steady heartbeat reaches Dean's ears. "Dean...you should sit down... "

"YOU sit down." He sits on the edge of one of the beds and cradles his head in his hand. A passing freight train pounds into his ears. "Of all the ways to die, I never thought I'd be going out like this."

"Dean, nobody is "going out".

Jamie walks in carrying a pile of papers. Dean hears a loud, mechanical ticking sound. He looks over to the nightstand and watches as the alarm clock flips over to 11:11 pm. He gets up. "Dean?" Jamie asks.

"It's THAT..."

"What?"

Dean roughly rips the clock's cord out of the wall, which causing sparks to shoot out. He faces Sam and Jamie. "Samuel is gonna kill me when he gets here."

Sam shakes his head. "No, Dean, he's not!"

Jamie nods. "I wouldn't let him."

"Yes he is, cuz I'm gonna ask him to because you won't do it."

"Okay, just hold on a second..."

"For what, huh? Look at me!"

Jamie walks closer to him. "Calm down!"

"We can figure this out!"

"How?!" Sam and Jamie have no answer. Dean looks at Jamie. He hears her heartbeat and it's slightly panicky. He also hears what sounds like a second heartbeat when he looks at Jamie, though it's faint. "Jamie…"

"What?"

He stops. He's now picking up on how calm Sam's heartbeat is, especially in contrast with Jamie's. Suspiciously. "Why aren't you freaked out?"

"Of course I am!"

"Really? Cuz I can hear your heartbeat, and it's pretty damned steady. Jamie's is fluttering like crazy!"

"That's cuz I'm...I'm TRYING to remain calm. Dean, look - Samuel will know what to do."

Jamie shakes her head. "Everyone stop yelling at each other!"

"C'mon, man, I'm a monster, okay? This is NOT a problem that you spit-ball. We gotta deal with this before I hurt somebody." Dean holds his head again and groans.

"How's it feel?" Sam asks.

"NOW? Now you wanna talk about my feelings?"

"No, I mean...physically."

"How do you THINK it feels? Not good!"

"Boys!"

He crosses towards the bathroom.

"Where you goin'?"

"Bathroom, okay? News flash, Mr. Wizard : vampires pee!" Dean storms into the bathroom and slams the door. He splashes some water on his face, then looks at his reflection. He lifts his lip with his finger to reveal that his fangs have already grown in. He hangs his head and closes his eyes in absolute despair. After a moment, he turns the water on again. In the main room, Sam is about to get a glass of water when he hears strange noises coming from the bathroom. He knocks on the bathroom door.

"Dean." He opens to door to find that Dean has escaped through the bathroom window; the blinds hang askew. "Jamie!"

Jamie appears with her jacket on. "I've got him. I'll be back."

Later that night Jamie hurries up the stairs at Lisa's house. "Dean!"

Dean pushes Ben away and into the wall seeing his sister. Lisa quickly pulls Ben to safety. Dean tears out of the house past Jamie. Jamie gives Lisa an apologetic look and then follows after him.

"He's not himself, Sam. He's a monster and he's hungry. You gotta be prepared to do the right thing." Samuel is telling Sam as they sit at the table in the motel room.

"The right thing, huh?" Comes Jamie's voice.

"I told you he'd kill me when he showed up." Dean adds.

Sam and Samuel look over to see Dean hunched against a cabinet, in the dark. Jamie is sitting on the counter beside him. Sam and Samuel quickly draw their machetes. "Put the knives away boys, I got him under control."

"Did you feed?" Samuel asks.

"I went to say goodbye to Lisa...which, for the record, was a lousy idea."

"Dean, answer the question."

"You can relax, I didn't "drink" anyone."

"Thank God."

"But I came close." He slowly removes his jacket.

Samuel looks over at Jamie who steps out of the shadows. "You must be Jamie." He says, pausing when he sees her face.

"I must be." She brushes her bangs back from her face.

"You look like your mother."

So I've heard. Can we have the family reunion later?"

Dean looks up. "All right. Do it."

Jamie whirls around. "No." She says, holding up her hand in protest as Samuel walks towards them.

"Jamie." Dean whispers, pushing her out of the way.

"Okay...if you insist...or I can just turn you back." Samuel tells them.

"What?"

"What!"

"What?!"

Comes the chorus of Winchester siblings. Samuel gives Sam a little bit of an odd look, but turns his attention back to Dean. "I didn't drive all this way to kill you, Dean - I'm here to SAVE you." The three men and Jamie sit at the table. Samuel opens his journal and slides it to Dean. Jamie looks over Dean's shoulder. "That's my grandfather's journal. Cure's an old Campbell recipe, kind of like the soup. No one's tried it since God knows. What I hear...this stuff is a bad trip."

Jamie cringes. "I can tell just by the ingredients."

"Awesome." Dean says sarcastically.

"Hey - the cure is good. But a lot of this is on YOU. You drink, you're done. It won't work. I'm talking one drop of human blood –"

"I got it."

"Do you? Because you WILL feed. It's a matter of time."

Dean slams the journal shut. "What else do we need?"

"Some stuff we got, some we gotta get. Trickiest thing on the list : blood of the fang that turned ya."

"That guy was HUGE." Sam remarks.

Jamie smirks. "Down, Sammy."

"There's nothing in the recipe about "easy". Samuel tells them.

Dean rises. "I'll get it." He says softly.

"You're gonna walk right into the nest?" Samuel asks.

"Well, I'm one of them, aren't I? So all I gotta do is get in there, get the guy alone, and...shoot him with so much dead man's blood that he'll think he's rushing a fraternity."

"I should come with you." Sam says.

"No. Dude, you REEK. You're like a walking hamburger. And Jamie before you even ask, you're not getting within 500 feet of that nest." He turns and looks at his sister sternly.

Jamie crosses her arms. "Uh…hi, Jace Winchester, vampire slayer."

Dean rolls his eyes. "Haven't you been following, they WANT chicks. You sit this one out. I gotta do this solo."

Sam sighs. "Yeah, except - we haven't been able to find him yet."

Dean puts his jacket on. "No problem. I can smell him. Two miles east of town. You guys get the other crap and meet me there. Except you, Jamie. You work this one behind the scenes."

"Fine." She leans against the wall.

Dean heads towards the door. Sam and Samuel rise. "Dean." He holds out a large syringe filled with blood. "It's dead man's blood. Now, there's enough there to drop a linebacker, and then some." Dean slowly reaches for the syringe, smelling the blood inside. "Good luck, son." Dean takes the syringe and leaves. Jamie puts her jacket on and takes out her keys.

"Jamie, where are you going?" Sam asks.

She gestures to the journal. "I know where to get about half of these ingredients." She leaves.

In the alley behind the nest Samuel exits the van; Sam is already out. Jamie is there holding a machete and has taken care of the vampire that ambushed them. The corpse slides down the windshield and leaves a bloody streak in its wake.

"Jamie, Dean told you to stay at the motel." Sam says.

Jamie rolls her eyes. "Thanks Jamie for saving our asses."

Samuel looks her up and down. "Sam was right, you are a lot like your mother."

"Well so much for "undercover".

Jamie nods towards the building containing the nest. "Let's go."

Dean readies the machete. Boris lifts his hand and makes a beckoning motion. Up above, Sam, Jamie, and Samuel creep through the carnage, machetes out. Headless vampire bodies are strewn everywhere. "Looks like your brother has some Campbell in him after all." Samuel comments, grimly.

They arrive in the main room to behold Dean sitting downstairs. "Jamie, I told you to stay put." He says without looking at them.

"Sorry." Jamie says. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good." The siblings see that he's using Boris' head as a footrest.

Back in the motel room Samuel squirts a syringe of Boris' blood into a jar that holds the cure potion. Dean is panting, holding his stomach, hearing heartbeats. Jamie moves over and puts her hand on his back. He flinches and looks at her. "Easy." She says softly as she rubs his back.

"If this works, you know it's not gonna be a kiddy ride, you know that." Samuel says looking at Dean.

"That's great. Light her up."

"So what'd you see in there?" Sam asks, trying not to sound eager. Dean and Jamie look at each other.

"What?" Dean asks, giving him a look.

"In the nest - what'd you see?"

"Sam, I can't hear you - your blood is so frickin' loud, okay?"

"Step back, Sammy." Jamie tells him.

"Jamie. Uh. We have to talk after this. But um. Just - just back off too okay." Jamie steps back. Samuel pours the potion into a coffee mug. "All right, gimme the damn cure." Their grandfather hands the mug to Dean, who takes a whiff and recoils. With a grim smile, he lifts the mug. "L'chaim..." He chugs the potion messily, then tries to keep it down. Nothing happens. He spits a little bit out. "I don't think it –" Suddenly he spins around as he retches and projectile vomits what appears to be blood into the waste basket. Jamie goes forward and rubs his back. Sam and their grandfather watch, concerned.

"Is it working?"

Samuel draws his machete. "Either that or he's dying."

"Dean?" Jamie asks, rubbing his back soothingly.

Dean finishes vomiting and struggles to take a breath. He raises his head, clutches his stomach, and moans in agony. Jamie grabs his shoulders and holds unto him. His fangs have descended, and his eyes are bloodshot. He starts to get flashes of the evening, playing out in reverse...Jamie closes her eyes so that she sees them too. Dean using Boris' head as a footstool. Boris beckoning him as he readies the machete. Dean's face contorts in pain as the flashes continue...Dean injecting the guard with dead man's blood. Boris invading Dean's personal space. Boris sniffing Kristen's hair. Ben getting pushed into the wall.

Dean collapses into Jamie's arms, she lowers him to the ground, his body twitching... Dean narrowing his eyes and watching Lisa awaken. Dean breaking the lamp in the motel room.

Dean continues to twitch, and he struggles to breathe, Jamie rubs his chest with her fist to get air into his lungs. The bulbs in the ceiling lamp blinding him. Hearing two heartbeats from Jamie. Sam and Dean in the alley after he was turned, blood on Dean's mouth. Sam fighting Boris. Boris smearing blood over Dean's lips. Sam watching the attack. Boris roughing Dean up against the dumpster. Finally...Sam's mouth ticking upward into a smirk as he watched Dean get turned.

Dean's eyes flies open - they're clear. The world is silent again. Jamie opens her eyes. Dean tries to process what he's just seen. He blinks a few times, and Jamie helps him to sit up. Sam and Samuel rush over to help him. Sam pats him on the chest, but Dean eyes him strangely. He realizes his brother threw him under the bus. Jamie looks at Dean and then at Sam.

The next morning Dean is in the bathroom. He opens the door a crack. "Jamie?"

Jamie is packing her stuff on the bed. She looks over at him. He nods into the bathroom. She goes over and walks inside. Dean closes the door behind her. "I'm not going to throw up, Dean. It's just a little nausea." Dean gives her a look. "I don't know what's wrong with him. I've only seen what you've seen and nothing more. I don't know if something is blocking me or what, but it wouldn't be the first time."

Dean is holding a box in his hand. He looks up at Jamie. "We'll talk about that later. Right now there's something I need you to do for me." He hands the box to her. It's labeled "EPT" it's a pregnancy test. Jamie scoffs and looks up at Dean.

"I don't know how to tell you this big brother, but uh I don't think there's enough mojo in the universe to knock you up."

Dean rolls his eyes. "It's not for me. It's for you. And it's going to be positive."

Jamie's eyes widen. "What? That's impossible."

"You've been sick for the last three days."

"That doesn't mean anything!"

Dean sighs. "I heard it, Jamie. I heard its heartbeat. Something is alive inside you." He puts his hand on her stomach. Her eyes widen.

"Dean…how do you…"

"When Zach zapped my ass to 2014, you told me that you were pregnant and you lost it after hunting a nest of vampires."

Jamie shakes her head, sitting down on the toilet. "But…none of that happened. Well, okay, Sam said yes, but…"

"Well this happened."

Jamie scoffs. She looks at Dean. "Dean…I haven't…It's been…"She gets an odd look on her face. She looks at Dean and then her eyes widen. "Oh my god."

Outside Sam and Samuel pack up their supplies. Dean and Jamie enter from the bathroom. Jamie looks pale.

"Hi. So, what'd you see?" Sam asks.

"What?"

"In the nest. What'd you see?"

Dean pauses. "Uhm...well, I'm still trying to work through it, but, uh...I'm pretty sure they're not figuring anything out on their own. They're getting their orders from the top...where to go next, everything."

Samuel looks at him. "Top, as in...?"

"You don't want to know." Jamie mutters.

"Their alpha. At least, that's what I think it is. They've got some sort of psychic thing happening. He sends 'em, uh...I don't know - messages?"

"Saying what?" Sam asks.

"Honestly? Recruitment drive." Sam and Samuel register this. "Their alpha's building an army."

Jamie crosses her arms. "Just what we need. A host of vampires."

"Well, THAT's comforting."

"That's not the worst." He puts his arm around Jamie.

"Then what IS?"

Jamie looks at them. "Hold onto your boots, boys."

"We don't scare them anymore." Dean finishes.

They all look away and then break to finish packing.

Jamie is packing her truck in the alley behind the motel. Dean walks over to her. "So…"

She doesn't look up. "So…"

"We're gonna have a baby."

Jamie nods. "Yeah."

"You get to Bobby's, alright?"

"I will." She slams the door shut.

Dean nods looking at her. He turns and then turns back to her. "Is the father who I think it is?"

Jamie looks at him. "As far as I'm concerned…"

Dean stops her. "Out of the picture, huh?"

She pauses. "Ye-yeah."

Dean smirks. "Guess that makes me the father."

Jamie gives him a look. He shrugs. He hugs her and walks over to the Impala.