MICHAEL'S POV

I talked to every angel I could, trying to find a cure for that damn hairless ape, Sam Winchester! I wouldn't bother if not for Violet and her infatuation with the other Winchester. I groaned internally at the thought of him. Dean Winchester! The bane of my existence! If it weren't for him, none of this would be necessary! But, I would do just about anything to make her happy. I had made so many mistakes when it came to Violet and her mother, that I desperately needed to redeem myself. So I would find a way. Even if I had to ask every single angel in Heaven.

They were all surprised to see me, of course. And they all wanted me to lead them against their enemies. But I was done. Done being a soldier. Done being God's right hand. He had abandoned me long ago. I would not do that to her. Not again. So I questioned everyone. And lucky for me, most were too afraid of what I might do to them if they lied to me. And the answer came from the one angel I should have seen coming. Balthazar. After explaining the situation and listening to him expound, in irritating length, on my terrible decision making, Balthazar finally commented on the issue at hand

"I don't do anything for free, Michael", Balthazar retorted in his snarky British accent. "You of all people should know that." As a matter of fact, I did know that. This was the last angel I wanted to deal with. He always wanted something. He never did anything for anyone unless it benefited him. I sneered at him and growled. I could feel the fear radiating off of him as he swallowed hard. But then he rolled his eyes and pretended to act bored. "Very well, Michael. I don't have the time to negotiate with you, as I have a previous engagement." He rummaged through a stack of old parchments on a desk in the corner and came back with an old brown piece of paper with a phrase written in Latin and a list of ingredients and instructions in English.

"Thank you, brother", I sighed, staring down at the spell in my hand.

"Don't mention it", Balthazar waved dismissively. "Please! I don't want a reputation for giving freebies!" He smirked at me and was gone.

NO POV

Sam sat on the floor of the panic room, leaning up against the door, waiting. Waiting for everyone to be asleep. He had loads of time to think about the turn his life had taken. He felt terrible about biting that girl, but he just couldn't help himself. He could feel the power way down deep inside himself and he had to have more! He had to have it all! Just thinking about that power made him tremble all over and start sweating.

He looked at his watch again and it read 1:45am. It was time. He stood up and put his had on the door, concentrating on the little iron latch on the other side of the door. He wasn't sure what this power was capable of, but he was going to find out. To his utter amazement, the latch slid away from the door easily. The door swung open slowly without him having to lay a finger on it. If there had been a person standing on the other side, they would have seen only a pair of glowing yellow eyes eerily staring out at them.

Sam stepped out of the doorway, through the basement, and into a shaft of moonlight coming from a dirty basement window. The window only illuminated half of his face with dim light, but the determination in his eyes was clear. That power would be his. No matter the consequences. He had already given up trying to fight the inevitable. With every step he took up the stairs the pull of Violet's blood only grew stronger. He passed silently through the kitchen and by the time he reached the foot of the stairs to the second floor, he was panting. Not from exertion, but from anticipation. He moved silently up the stairs like a cat, managing to avoid all the squeaky boards.

He was so exited when he reached the top of the stairs, that he was trembling. He could hear the rush of blood in his ears and he was certain that it was hers. The only sound louder than her blood, was the sound of his own heart beat. He was so close. And the closer he got to his prize, the harder his heart beat in his chest. His head turned toward Dean's door, listening for any movement. He heard nothing. Sam turned and crept up to Violet's door and turned the knob only to find it locked. He sighed and looked down at the knob in irritation. The lock clicked and the door swung open noiselessly.

His eyes locked on her, sleeping soundly in her bed. She was on her back with her head turned away from him, exposing the tender flesh of her neck to him. Sam's heart seemed to leap up into his throat and he swallowed hard. He stalked toward the bed, trying to keep his loud breathing from waking her. Stopping next to the bed, he stared down at her prone body, like she was the most delicious four course meal. He didn't know where to start. Just as he was about to lean over her, the muscles and tendons in her neck twitched and she sighed loudly.

"Deeeaaannn", violet moaned. From across the room, Sam heard a chair slide across the wood floor and hit the wall.

"HUH?!...WHAT?!", A gruff voice whispered in the darkness. "Violet?" Dean came running out of the shadows and came to a screeching halt when he saw Sam leaning over Violet's bed. "S-Sammy?" His eyes grew wide in shock when he saw Sam's yellow eyes shining in the darkness. Violet woke with a start, sitting bolt upright.

Sam slapped his hand over her mouth just as his other hand shot forward. Shock waves of psychic energy, like ripples in a pond, rolled out of Sam and toward Dean. When the waves hit Dean, he dropped like a lead weight. Moments later, Sam could hear Dean's soft snores. He wasn't a complete monster! He still loved his brother and didn't want to hurt him if he didn't have to. But if the only way to get that power was to end his brother, he wasn't so sure that he wouldn't do it. That had scared him... for a moment. Quiet whimpers broke Sam out of his thoughts and he turned his hungry eyes on Violet.

VIOLET'S POV

"Now, where were we?", he whispered softly, still gripping my face tightly. I screamed under his hand and he shoved me back down flat on the bed by my face. "Shhhhh..." Sam held a finger to his lips as he leaned over me again. He crawled up onto the bed and on top of me, straddling my legs. Flashes of him brutally raping me flashed in front of my eyes and whimpered. He turned my face to the side with his hand still over my mouth, and ran the fingers of his other hand down my neck and over my shoulder. I was wearing a tank top with spaghetti straps, so every bit of me was exposed to him. I sobbed into his hand, digging my fingernails into his hand, trying desperately to pry his hand off my mouth. He didn't seem to feel it. He was trembling as he leaned in to my body. His nose sniffed that sweet spot between my neck and shoulder.

"You smell so good!", Sam breathed into my neck. His hot breath blew on my sensitive skin, making me cringe. He sank his teeth deep into my soft flesh and moaned when my blood touched his tongue. I screamed in agony and the pain only increased when he began to suck hard. Sam grabbed my wrists and held them above my head in one hand as I flailed and kicked, trying to dislodge his mouth. I didn't get out more than a squeal before his hand clamped down on my mouth again. I started to feel that numbness in my fingers and toes again and it was quickly spreading into my hands an feet. I was finding it hard to fight back anymore. When Sam felt my tense body relax and stop moving, he let go of my arms. I tried to lift them to push him away, but they felt like they were filled with concrete. He slowly moved his hand away from my mouth and used that hand to stroke the other side of my neck. All I could get past my lips was a wheeze.

"Please stop!", I breathed, a tear rolling down the side of my face. "Please Sam!" It was getting hard to breathe now. "You... you're killing me!" Sam froze. He let go of my neck, panting. He looked up at me with horrified eyes. He reached up with a trembling hand and touched his mouth. When he pulled his fingers away and saw that they were covered in blood, his eyebrows came together in confusion.

"No!", Sam whispered, still staring at his bloody fingers. "No, no, no!" His eyes shifted to the bloody teeth marks on my neck and shoulder. "Oh God! What did I do?!" I wheezed again and his eyes shot up to my face. I was quickly becoming unable to focus on his face. "Hey! Stay with me!" All I could see above me now was a dark blur and I couldn't think. I felt like I was floating and all the pain was fading away. "CAS! MICHAEL!", Sam screamed. "ANYONE?!" I felt Sam being jerked backwards and there was yelling coming from the other side of the room, but I couldn't understand what the voices were saying. Another face appeared above me, but like before, it was too blurry to make out.

"VIOLET?!", a muffled voice called from far away. Then everything went black.