VIOLET'S POV

"Who... who is that?" Sam continued to stare at me as Michael stepped closer to the bed. I looked from Michael to Sam and back at Michael again in confusion. Why didn't he remember me? The expression on Michael's face when he looked up at me told me all I needed to know. He had somehow wiped Sam's memory of everything that had happened after he was pulled from the cage. "SOMEBODY TELL ME WHO THE FUCK THAT IS AND WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!" I took a deep breath and approached.

"Hi. I'm V-Violet", I whispered. You... umm... saved me from vampires." Sam's eyebrows scrunched together and he searched my eyes for any deception. He looked away, staring at nothing. Sam racked his brain, trying to remember.

"I... I did?", Sam finally stuttered. He shook his head trying to clear the fogginess from his brain. "I'm sorry. I... Don't remember anything after leaving the cage." He looked over at his brother, starting to breathe heavily. "Dean, why can't I remember? What happened to me?" Dean was kneeling next to the bed and turned to look up at Michael. Sam just glared at the Archangel.

"You were brought back from the cage without your soul, Sammy", Dean breathed. Sam's eyes flew open and he ran a shaking hand through his hair. "Cas brought you back, but... your soul accidentally got left behind. You've been...hunting on your own for quite a while. That's when you saved Violet from a vamp pack.

"How long was I on my own?" Dean stared at his brother for a long moment, then looked away. "DEAN! How long?", Sam growled.

"Just... over a year", Dean murmured.

"A YEAR?!", Sam's voice reverberated off the iron walls making it sound like there were three of him. "Why can't I remember anything?"

"Putting your soul back caused your mind to revert back to the moment when you were pulled from the cage", Michael lied. Sam groaned before looking up at him.

"Why are you here, angel?!", Sam spat the last word like he tasted something rotten.

"I'm the one who put your soul back in your body!", Michael growled. "And Violet is my daughter!" Sam's breath caught in his throat and he looked at each of us in turn. The only person that hadn't spoken since Sam woke up, Bobby, just shrugged at him. I walked closer to the bed and sat down on the edge. Sam looked at me bewildered. I was a stranger to him. I guess it was better than the alternative. I looked into his eyes and gave him the warmest smile that I could.

"Sam, I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you and I will always be grateful", I whispered. "I can't imagine how you're feeling right now, but if I couldn't remember a whole year of my life, I'd be terrified!" He stared down at his hands and sighed deeply. I could see his tensed muscles relaxing a bit. "Your friends are here for you." I looked over at Dean out of the corner of my eye before I continued and I could see him watching me. "You are loved." Dean's face scrunched up and he looked away. I moved a little closer to Sam and put my hand on top of his. He tensed up again, the sad expression on his face changing to something else. I wasn't sure, but it looked like desire. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring, like he'd smelled something delicious.

"What smells so good?", Sam breathed. "Are you cooking something, Bobby?" Bobby just shook his head. The older man had a puzzled look on his face and when I looked around, so did everyone else, except Sam. I began to slowly pull my hand back off of his when he snatched it and held the inside of my wrist up to his nose. He sniffed around my wrist and the palm of my hand like a dog sniffing out a buried bone. He started to squeeze and I jerked, trying to get my hand back.

"Sam, let go!", I whined. "Your hurting me!" I stood up, trying to pry his hands off my wrist with my free hand.

"SAMMY! WHAT THE HELL...?!", Dean barked. "LET HER GO!" Dean and Bobby, both wrestled with Sam, trying to force him to let go. Suddenly I felt teeth graze across the tender flesh of my wrist. I never felt them slice through my skin, but I did feel the painful pressure as his mouth latched onto my wrist and started sucking. It all happened so fast that Michael didn't react until Sam started to feed on me. I screamed and Michael leaped onto the bed and grabbed my arm, trying to wrench it out of Sam's grasp. But it was like we were welded together and he couldn't get me loose. Finally, Michael placed two fingers on Sam's forehead, putting him to sleep. His mouth came off my wrist with an audible pop and he fell backwards onto the mattress. I was pulling back at that moment and when Sam let go, I flew backwards, landing on my ass on the hard concrete floor.

"VIOLET!" Michael scrambled off the bed and ran to my side, kneeling over me protectively. "Are you alright?" I had my hand clapped over my injured wrist and when I looked down at it, blood was oozing out between my fingers. I stated to whimper and Michael stared at it wide-eyed. He gently pulled my hand free and placed his hand over my wrist. That familiar warmth spread through my arm as his hand began to glow. When he removed his hand from my wrist, the wound was healed without any sign of a scar. I sat there panting, leaning my head on Michael's chest while he held me close.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!", Michael screamed at Dean. Dean stood up, came around the bed, and knelt down on the other side of me.

"Are you OK, Vi?", Dean croaked grabbing my wrist to examine it. His voice was thick with emotion. I nodded quickly and he breathed a heavy sigh, running a shaking hand down his face. "Violet said that Sam bit her earlier and was sucking her blood." Michael looked down at me in shock and I looked away. I felt ashamed for some reason. "Sam has had and addiction to demon blood for a long time. When we locked him in here and he couldn't get it, he went for the next best thing." Dean looked down at me sympathetically. Michael's eyes locked on Dean's and he growled at the hunter.

"I will not allow that monster to harm my daughter again, Winchester! He so much as twitches in her direction, he's toast!" I put my hand on Michael's arm and he looked down at me, his anger evaporating.

"Can you fix him?", I croaked. "Take away his addiction?" Michael looked down at me and then away, thinking.

"I... I don't know. That is something that I have never attempted before. An addiction is far more than just physical or psychological. It may not be possible."

"Please? Will you try?" Michael sighed and nodded at me. He stood up and walked toward the bed, sitting down on the edge. I looked over at Dean and he looked away, trying to hide the guilt I saw in his eyes. I looked back up at Michael and he already had his hand on Sam's forehead. His eyes were closed tightly like he was concentrating hard. Eventually, Michael's hand dropped from Sam's head and Michael just sat there panting with exertion.

"Well?", Dean barked. Michael's head slowly swiveled in our direction and he looked at us with tired eyes.

"I'm sorry, Dean, but this is far beyond my abilities to cure." He looked at me and then away, like he didn't want me to know what he was thinking. He reached up to place the palm of his hand on Sam's head but Dean jumped to his feet, ran at Michael, and shoved him off the bed.

"Hey! What are you doing?", Dean growled. Michael jumped up, getting right up in Dean's face.

"He poses a serious threat to my daughter, Dean. I can't allow him to live."