Dean stood next to Cass as they mixed the ingredients for the cure, trying to ignore the cries of pain coming from the bed behind him. He remembered from the time he had become a vampire that the process is not fun, and there's a lot of pain involved. They had already turned down the lights for him, and everyone was trying to be as quiet as possible.

"Is Ellie in her room?" Claire whispered, leaning against the counter.

"Yes," Dean responded just as quietly, "She doesn't need to see him like this."

"But what if the cure doesn't work?" Claire sighed. Dean's head snapped over to look at her, and she held her hands up defensively, "There's a chance it doesn't work, Dean. You know this."

"I'm not letting a twelve year old see this," he hissed, throwing a hand gesturing to Sam.

"You and I both know she's not a normal twelve year old," Claire shook her head, "All I'm saying is, if it doesn't work, she's never going to forgive you for not letting her say goodbye."

Dean closed his eyes and turned his head to the ceiling, having an internal struggle with himself. He shook his head and tightened his jaw, letting out a long breath.

"Did you guys at least get the guy?" he mumbled, dragging a hand down his face.

"Of course," Claire scoffed, "Luca DeBois' head is in my trunk as we speak."

"Okay, weirdo," Dean looked down at her with an eyebrow raised.

Claire shrugged, "I like to keep trophies, sue me."

"You need a therapist."

"Looks who's talking."

Dean chuckled softly before he took a deep breath and walked over to Sam's bed, his brow furrowed. He looked down at his brother and had to bite his lip to stop from tearing up, knowing the excruciating pain that Sam was experiencing.

"Sammy," he whispered, squatting next to the bed.

Sam heard Dean's blood pumping, causing his head to whip over as he stared at Dean's neck. He tried to ignore it to listen to his brother, but it was extremely difficult.

"Sam, we're almost done with the cure," he moved to reach a hand onto his brother's chest, but stopped when he realized Sam was staring at his radial artery in his wrist. He pulled his hand back quickly, sighing.

"Dean, I can't take this anymore," Sam whined, clamping his eyes shut, "It's so bad. I'm so hungry."

"I know," Dean nodded, shaking his head, "It'll all be over soon."

"And if it's not?" Dean scrunched his face up as Sam shook his head with a chuckle, "Are you prepared to do what needs to be done if it doesn't work?"

"Sammy—"

"I'm serious, Dean," Sam grunted, another wave of Dean's scent pouring over him, "You have to make sure it gets done."

"It's not going to come to that," Dean shook his head vehemently, "You're gonna be fine. You'll get a few days of sleep and then you'll wake up good as new."

"Ellie," Sam whispered so quietly that Dean almost didn't hear him.

"What about her?" Dean responded just as quietly.

"If I die, you gotta take care of her, okay?" Sam sniffed as a tear fell from his eye, "You and Cass, you gotta make sure she doesn't end up like us. Make sure that she—"

"I'm not doing this," Dean interrupted, holding up a hand, "We're not going the goodbye speech, because you're not dying."

"Dean," Sam choked out, his lips pressed tightly together, "Just…just take care of her."

Dean ignored his instincts and reached out, wrapping his hand around the back of Sam's neck and squeezing tightly.

"You're going to take care of her yourself," he tightened his jaw before pulling his hand away and turning to look at Cass, "That done yet?"

"I'm just about to add the blood," Cass responded, tilting the plastic vial and allowing the red liquid to fall into the cup. He then turned and walked over to Sam, gently mixing the drink by swirling the cup around.

"Drink up, Sammy," Dean took the cup from Cass and guided the edge of it to Sam's lips. Sam took a quick sniff and gagged, turning his head away. "Come on Sam, just chug it."

Sam took a deep breath and looked into Dean's eyes before closing his own and nodding. Dean put the edge of the cup to Sam's lips and the younger brother began chugging, every once in a while gagging but continuing to let it fall down his throat. Once it was completely gone, Sam dropped his head back for only a brief moment before the cure began to take affect, and his body jerked forward, the ties holding his wrists and ankles being pulled taut. He began making ungodly noises, then turned his head and began vomiting a mixture of black goo and blood. Jody, Claire, and Mike all stepped forward, but Dean held up a hand.

"No no, it's okay, it just means it's working," he yelled, "The same thing happened to me."

"Are you sure?" Jody asked, her face full of concern as she wrapped her arms around herself.

"Yeah," Dean responded, although he wasn't so sure of himself. He stood up and watched as Sam continued vomiting violently, his brow furrowed. He turned to look at Cass, who placed a hand on his shoulder.

"We'll know soon if it worked," the angel gave Dean a small smile.

They all watched as Sam finished puking and began growling and yelling loudly, his vampire teeth coming out full force with his eyes going bloodshot. Just as quickly as it had started, it ended and he fell back onto the bed, his eyes drifting shut. Dean waited a beat before he stepped forward and carefully placed two fingers on his brother's neck, closing his eyes as he willed a pulse to be present.

"He's alive," he choked out, feeling that beautiful thumping from Sam's carotid artery. Claire, Jody, and Mike all turned and hugged each other, while Cass patted Dean's back.

"He's okay," Cass said reassuringly.

"It worked," Dean nodded, reaching up to wipe a stray tear from the side of his nose before he reached out and lifted Sam's lip, making sure there were no fangs to be found. He then peeled open one of his eyes, sighing when he saw a normal amount of white with no burst blood vessels.

"He needs to rest," Cass spoke softly from behind Dean, "And we need to go tend to Ellie."

Dean nodded quickly, giving Sam one last look before turning around and following Cass towards the door. He stopped at the three visitors, looking them all in the eye as he spoke.

"Thank you," he stated sincerely, nodding, "We have to go talk to Ellie, could you—"

"Go," Jody reached out and patted his arm, "We'll keep an eye on him."

Dean gave her a grateful smile before following Cass out of the room, stealing one last glance back at Sam's sleeping form.

"Are we telling her everything?" Cass asked quietly, stopping a few feet before Ellie's door.

"Yeah, why wouldn't we?" Dean crossed his arms.

"I don't know, I just want to make sure we're on the same page," Cass mumbled before he took the few steps and knocked softly on her door.

"Yeah?" They heard Garrett's voice through the wood.

"It's us," Dean spoke up, taking a few deep breathes before Garrett opened the door. Dean stepped in, looking at Garrett out the corner of his eye when he realized Ellie was laying under the covers on her bed. She noticed that her uncles had walked in and immediately sat up, her eyes wide and red from crying.

"What's going on? Is he okay? What happened?" she threw the blankets off of herself and jumped up, running to stand directly in front of Dean.

"He's fine," Dean reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders.

Ellie let out a shaky breath and wrapped her arms around herself, sniffing as she tried to hold back tears. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Cass responded, stepping next to Dean to look down at her. "He is going to be okay."

"Okay," she nodded slowly, looking down at the floor as a few tears began to fall down her cheeks. Dean watched her for a moment, and when he saw her shoulders start to shake he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her to his chest. As soon as her face hit his shirt she began to sob, her hands grasping the material tightly. Dean rubbed the back of her head, kissing her hair intermittently with his eyes closed.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Dean whispered, squeezing her shoulders as she calmed down.

She pulled her face back and wiped her cheeks, taking a deep breath, "What happened?"

"They killed Luca," Cass began, rubbing the top of her back.

"No," she turned and looked up at the angel, shaking her head, "What happened to my dad?"

"He got bit," Dean said quietly.

"By a vamp?" Garrett spoke up from where he was standing back with his arms crossed.

"Yes," Cass replied.

"Seriously?" Ellie snapped her eyes over to Dean, "He got bit? Did you give him the cure from Great Grandpa Campbell?"

"Yeah, and it worked," Dean nodded, putting his hands on his hips, "He's just sleeping now."

"I'm gonna go see him," Ellie tried to squish her way between the two men only to have them move closer so she couldn't get through.

"No, he needs to relax," Cass sighed.

"I have to see him," she whimpered, "You guys can go with me, I just need to see with my own eyes that he's okay."

Dean sighed and looked down at her as she glared at him, her lips tightened together and her eyes narrowed.

"Please," she whispered.

"Fine," Dean let out a long breath, pointing a finger at her, "But you stay next to me the entire time."

"Okay, fine," she nodded, gesturing for him to walk out of her room. Dean and Cass moved to the hallway, and just as Ellie was about to follow them Garrett grabbed her upper arm gently.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked quietly, looking down at her with a concerned expression.

"I need to do this," she shrugged, looking down at the floor. Garrett dropped his hand and nodded, then went to leave the room when Ellie grabbed his hand.

"Ellie?" he whispered, turning his head to look at her.

"Could you come with me?" she asked, her eyelashes extra dark from her tears as she looked up at him through them.

"Of course," he stepped forward and smiled down at her.

"Hey, you coming?" Dean yelled from the hallway, peeking his head in and witnessing the brief moment between the two young people. While he wanted to glare at Garrett when he realized that they were holding hands, he felt a smile creeping up on his face.

"Yeah, we're coming," Garrett responded without breaking eye contact with Ellie.

As they walked into the infirmary, Jody and Claire immediately walked over to Ellie and each gave her a hug.

"How you doing, sweetie?" Jody grabbed Ellie's face as she pulled her head away after her hug.

"I'm okay," Ellie smiled at her as Jody rubbed her thumb along her cheek. She leaned over to look around Jody's shoulder when she realized that her father was tied to a bed across the room. She drew a sharp breath and pushed off of her back foot swiftly to try and run towards him, but Dean recognized her movement and grabbed her upper arm tightly.

"Slow down," he said quietly, looking down at her.

She huffed out a quick breath and nodded, allowing him to move his hand around her shoulders and guide her towards the bed. As they got closer, Sam began to stir slowly, causing Dean to tighten his grip on Ellie. Sam blinked a few times, his eyes squinting from the light.

"Hey baby," his voice was all raspy as he reached up and rubbed his face with the one hand they had untied.

"Are you feeling okay?" Ellie whispered, taking a small step closer to the bed.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine," he waved his hand at her with a small smile, "Don't worry about me."

"I told you to be careful," she gave him a small half smile and crossed her arms as she looked down at him.

"I know," he tightened his jaw, his eyes drooping and his brow furrowing.

"Oh wow, seriously?" Ellie snorted, shaking her head, "You're giving me the puppy dog eyes?"

"Where'd you think you got it from?" Dean chuckled from behind her. Ellie smiled and moved to sit on the bed next to her father. She reached a hand towards his face, and Sam flinched away from her, a frightened look on his face.

"Ellie," he whispered.

She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at him, "Dad. Do you have any urge to bite me?"

Sam shook his head quickly, his face scrunched up.

"Then I'm not scared," Ellie leaned forward and whispered before resting her hand on his head, her fingers carding through his hair slowly. Sam closed his eyes and let her play with his hair, breathing slowly.

"You hate it when I mess with your hair," Sam said quietly as Dean and Cass moved towards Jody and Claire, giving Ellie and Sam a moment alone.

"No I don't," she chuckled softly to herself, looking down at the mattress.

"What?" Sam cocked an eyebrow as she continued pushing his hair away from his face.

"I don't hate it," she mumbled, shrugging. Sam smiled up at her, then closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment until she finally pulled her hand away. "You need more sleep."

"Be good," he said quietly as she stood up from the bed.

"Never," she responded, shooting him a quick wink before turning and walking over to the group of people across the room.

"You good?" Garrett muttered as she moved to stand next to him, nudging her shoulder with his elbow.

She looked up at him and smiled, sighing loudly, "Yeah, I'm good."

"Thanks for everything," Dean spoke to Jody and Claire, pulling each one into a quick but strong hug.

"You're welcome," Jody smiled before letting out a deep breath and looking over at Sam, "Let us know if you guys need anything else."

"We will," Cass replied with a smile.

"And hey," Dean spoke up as the two women walked towards the door, "We'll see you on the fifth for Ellie's birthday, right?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Claire responded as Jody nodded. "See ya."