VIOLET'S POV

"You hit him again, I'll rip your fuckin' wings off! Got it?!", a familiar voice growled.

"He nearly killed my daughter! AGAIN!, another angry voice snarled back. "I'm gonna make sure he doesn't get loose again!"

I was starting to come around more and when I opened my eyes, there was fuzziness around the edges of my vision and in my head. I laid there listening to who I could now see was Dean and Michael. Cas and Bobby stood a short distance away, listening to them argue as well. Sam was chained to a chair in the corner. He had blood dripping out of his nose and a cut over his left eye.

"He's secured!", Dean spat.

"Says you!", Michael snapped. "Wasn't he supposed to be secured in that room down in the basement too?"

"Those chains are carved with Enochian sigils!", Bobby broke in. "If that doesn't hold him, nothing will!"

"How do you know that those chains will hold him?", Michael asked with a sneer.

"We don't", Cas retorted.

"Help me, Dean! I don't wanna hurt her anymore!", Sam groaned. "My head feels like it's gonna explode! PLEASE!" Sam's head fell back and he was writhing in the chair, panting and sweating. His head rolled around and his eyes fell on me for a brief instant, flashing that bright yellow again, before turning his head away from me.

"How did you get out of the panic room, Sam?", Bobby grumbled.

"I... I don't know!", Sam panted. "I j-just thought about the latch sliding open and it happened! My powers have never been this strong before!" He looked around the room at the four men with a terrified look on his face. "Wha... what's happening to me, Dean?"

"I think I know, Sam", Cas finally spoke up, moving toward the brothers. "I think you've been siphoning off some of violet's grace every time you drink her blood." Sam stared at Cas, wide-eyed. "If you had not stopped when you did, you would have killed her." I looked at Cas, bewildered. What the hell is grace?

"Yeah!", Dean chimed in. "How did you do that anyway?" Sam looked at his brother, confused.

"How d-did I do what?", Sam whispered.

"How did you stop yourself from... you know?" Dean didn't want to finish. Sam sighed and dropped his head.

"When she b-begged me t-t-to stop, all I could see was J-Jess..." Sam had to swallow hard before he could continue. "Jess' face...! She was begging me to help her!" A heavy sob escaped his mouth and his head slumped forward again. "I couldn't let another innocent girl die because of me, Dean!" I didn't know who this Jess was but I could see the pain in his eyes when he talked about her. He must have loved her very much. Dean put his hand on Sam's shoulder trying to comfort him.

"What happened to Jess wasn't your fault, Sam!", Dean whispered. Sam looked up at his brother with a disgusted look on his face.

"Oh, come off it Dean!", Sam barked. "You know that she'd still be alive if she hadn't been with me! We're cursed to get everyone that comes near us killed!" Dean crouched next to the chair Sam was chained to and looked at Sam with sympathetic eyes.

"Look, no matter what happened to Jess, you stopped before another innocent girl died. You are NOT cursed!" Sam just dropped his head and sighed. It didn't seem that Sam believed what Dean was saying. Dean stood up and turned to Michael again.

"Why didn't she try to stop him?" Dean folded his arms, staring seriously at Michael. "He hadn't fed on her much, before now." A tear rolled down my face and I couldn't keep quiet anymore.

"I was too afraid", I croaked. My throat had suddenly gone dry. "I...I froze up! I'm s-sorry!" I suddenly burst into tears, everything that happened since the vamp attack hitting me all at once. Michael and Dean, both ran at the bed, standing on either side of it. Dean put his hand on my shoulder, Michael pushed it away and pulled me into his arms.

"Don't touch her, Winchester!", Michael snarled. "This is all your fault!" Michael was panting and squeezing me so tightly that I was having trouble breathing.

"MY FAULT?!", Dean bellowed. "WHO ABANDONED HER BEFORE SHE WAS EVEN BORN?!" Michael flinched at Dean's harsh truth and loosened his grip on me.

"STOP BLAMING EACH OTHER!", I wailed. The tears poured down my face like rivers. "SHIT HAPPENS!" I buried my face in Michael's chest and cried. I felt the bed dip as Dean sat down next to me and a warm hand fell gently on my back. Neither of them spoke for a long time. Even after I stopped crying, I just sat there with my face hidden in Michael's shirt, trying not to think. But, Sam's face broke through the wall of nothingness in my mind and I pulled away from Michael, looking up at him.

"Did you find something to help Sam?" Michael's face scrunched up in disgust, but it was there and gone so quickly that it could have been my still fuzzy brain imagining it. But then he smiled down at me and nodded. I sighed and leaned my forehead on his chest. "Thank you", I murmured softly.

"You're my daughter." He hugged my tighter to him as he spoke. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you." Michael pulled a slip of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Dean. "We'll need some different things for the spell. Dean looked over the ingredients and looked back up at Michael.

"I think Bobby's got all of these things here. I'll go check." Dean gave me a winning Dean Winchester smile and stood up. Just before he walked out of the room, he turned and looked at me again. Don't worry, Vi. Everything's gonna be OK." Then he turned and walked out, closing the door with a soft click. Cas approached the bed and began to whisper to Michael.

"We need to get that grace out of Sam before we cast the spell or he will still crave that power." Michael stood up and walked around the bed and stood close to Cas, leaning his head toward the other angel. They whispered to each other quietly so I couldn't hear what they were saying. I shot a dirty look at the backs of their heads and folded my arms across my chest with an angry huff. Cas glanced back at me and then whispered something feverishly into Michael's ear. Michael turned around and sat next to me on the bed again.

"What's going on?", I grumbled, looking from Michael to Cas and back again. Michael looked up at Cas and Cas nodded at him. I could tell there was something he didn't want to tell me but Cas seemed to think it was better to tell me. Was it that bad? I wasn't sure that I wanted to know anymore.

"Violet, We have to get that grace out of him and back into you."

"Wait!", I interrupted. "First off, what is grace?", I was still sitting up in the bed with my arms crossed in front of my chest.

"Grace is what gives us our power", Michael whispered. "Without it we are mortal. Human."

"I have this... grace inside me too?", I whispered. Michael just nodded. "OK? So, how do we get it out of Sam and back in me?" Michael heaved a heavy sigh and stared down at his hands. "Woah! I am not going to suck it out of him!" Michael's face scrunched in disgust and he shook his head at me.

"No! That won't be necessary, Violet!" Michael put a soothing hand on my shoulder and I sighed in relief. "But, we will have to cut him open to get it." I turned toward Cas when I heard a strange metallic sound, like metal sliding against metal. I turned my head just in time to see a silver blade shoot out of Cas' coat sleeve and into his hand. When he started walking toward Sam, I jumped out of the bed and threw myself in front of Cas without thinking about what I was doing.

"NO! Don't hurt him! Please!", I begged. Bobby stepped up next to me and looked at Cas with wide eyes.

"What're ya doin' Cas?", Bobby asked in surprise. He held a hand up against Cas' chest to hold him back.

"I must extract the grace that he took from Violet before we can do the spell." Cas just stood there with the angel blade in his hand, waiting. "I only need to make a small incision in his neck. I will heal him afterward." Bobby looked away, thinking. Then he looked back up at Cas with a stern expression.

"Alright, Cas", Bobby growled. "Try to do it as gently as you can, OK?" Bobby grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Sam and Cas. I stood there frozen as Michael grabbed Sam's head in both hands and turned his face away to expose his neck. Sam was panting and his hands were balled into tight fists. Cas pulled a glass vial out of the pocket of his trench coat and just as he raised the blade to Sam's throat, Dean walked in the door. He was carrying a burlap sack in one hand and a metal bowl in the other. When he saw what was happening, he dropped the bag and the bowl on the floor with a loud clang.

"CAS! WHAT THE HELL...?" Bobby grabbed Dean's shoulder and pulled him away.

"Let him finish it, Dean!" Bobby snapped. Dean watched in horror while Cas sliced about a two inch gash in the side of Sam's neck. Sam went stiff and grunted through gritted teeth. I expected to see blood come pouring out, but instead a bright white glowing liquid oozed out of the cut and flowed into the little vial. It only took a moment for the flow to slow down and stop. Sam slumped down in the chair, sweating and panting like he'd been running all day. Cas placed his hand over the wound and it was instantly healed. Then he turned to me, holding the vial out in front of him.

"What do I do with that? I stood there staring at that glowing vial like it was a bottle of cyanide. "What am I supposed to do with it? Drink it?"

"Just hold it up to your lips and take a deep breath through your mouth." Cas pushed his hand out closer to me and I took it with a trembling hand. I stared down at that glowing liquid and closed my eyes. My hand was shaking so badly that Cas had to help hold it up against my mouth. I started to inhale and almost immediately I felt a surge of power, almost like I was being electrocuted except there was no pain. As a matter of fact, it felt really good. When the bottle was empty, I was so exhilarated by the feelings that I fell down on all fours, dropping the bottle on the floor.

"VIOLET?!" Michael dropped to his knees beside me. "Are you alright?" I was panting hard, trying to catch my breath.

"I... I'm OK", I breathed. "I just... need a minute." I held as still as I could trying to make the trembling stop. I sat up on my haunches and then flopped over backwards on my ass.

"Are you sure you're alright?", Michael stared at me with worried eyes. I was still shaking, but smiled at him and nodded.

"Please, go help Sam", I pleaded. He nodded and helped me up, walked me over to the bed, and sat me on the edge. He stooped down and pick up the bowl and sack and walked over in front of Sam. He crouched and opened the burlap, spreading it out flat on the floor. He put the ingredients in the bowl and I noticed that there was a star and other strange symbols panted on the cloth. He set the bowl in the middle of the star and began to recite the incantation.
"Ut auari depellendum corporis. Spiritus ergo potest esse in perpetuum libero." He lit a match and dropped it into the bowl at Sam's feet. A flash of orange light and a puff of white smoke poured out of the bowl. Sam stiffened and then screamed, making everyone in the room jump, including Michael.

Sam slumped forward in the chair and was silent.

Google translation of incantation from Latin to English:

"May the craving be expelled from the body.
So the spirit can be forever free."