VIOLET'S POV

We sat there on the cold floor of the panic room for several long minutes just holding each other. I had let go of the hurt and resentment that I had for Michael when I found out he left me and my mother before I was born. I hoped that Michael had let go of at least some of the guilt and self-loathing that he had been carrying around with him for the past 15 years. Michael's sobs had tapered into quiet sniffles when I heard Dean clear his throat. I looked over my shoulder to see him leaning against the wall by the door. There was no sign of Bobby anywhere. He must have gone while me and Michael were having our moment.

"I hate to break up the family reunion, but we need to figure out what to do about the elephant in the room." I looked over at Sam and then up at Michael... I mean my father. Thinking of him that way was gonna take some getting used to. He smiled down at me, wiping away the last of his tears. I pleaded silently with my eyes and he sighed. He seemed to know exactly what I was thinking.

"Very well, Violet", Michael whispered. "I will try to help him." He stood up and grabbed my hand to help me to my feet. "I can't promise that anything I do will be able to break him of his craving for your blood."

"I know", I said with a smile. "All you can do is your best, right?" He nodded and looked up at Dean, his expression becoming serious.

"Watch out for her while I'm gone, Winchester!", Michael growled. Dean rolled his eyes at Michael and walked across the small room to stand behind me.

"I'll guard her as if my life depended on it", Dean said with a wide smile. Michael leaned forward to whisper over my shoulder at him.

"You better, mortal, because it does!" Dean's smile faded into an angry sneer.

"Back off angel before I grab some holy oil and my Bic and barbecue me some wings... extra crispy!" I looked at each man's face in turn and rolled my eyes at their juvenile behavior. Michael and Dean stood there trying to stare each other down.

"OK boys!", I barked, pushing them away from each other with my hands. "If you're both finished hosing down the walls with testosterone, we have more important things to worry about!" Finally they looked away from each other and I sighed. I definitely didn't need anymore excitement today. My nerves were already shot to hell. Michael turned to me and pulled me into a big hug, kissing the top of my head.

"I will be back as soon as I can." An instant later he was gone. Well, I could say one thing about Michael, he wasn't one for long, drawn out goodbyes.

"Don't worry, Vi", Dean sighed. Michael's a very determined angel. He'll find something." At that moment, Sam moaned, raising a shaky hand to his head.

"Dean?", Sam stuttered as he sat up. "Wha... what happened?" Sam's bed was between us and the door and when Sam slid his feet onto the floor, Dean shoved me behind him. Sam looked up at his brother in confusion. "What's going on, D..." Then he saw me peeking around Dean's arm and he stopped breathing for a long moment. He closed his eyes, turned his face up in the air, and inhaled deeply through his nose. Dean began to side step toward the door keeping his body between me and Sam. When Sam stood up, Dean froze. Sam took a step toward us and Dean took a step back. He was already close to the wall and when he backed up, I was trapped between his body and the cold metal.

"Just stay right there, Sam", Dean growled, holding his arm out to keep Sam away. Sam tilted his head at his brother like he was trying to read Dean's mind. Dean took another step toward the door, never taking his eyes off of Sam. And Sam continued to follow, match Dean's pace. Step for step.

"I just need a little taste, Dean." Sam started to pant and sweat rolled down the side of his face. I could see his hands trembling at his sides. He was looking at me like a junky eyeing his next fix.

"No way, Sammy!", Dean barked. "It's not gonna happen!"

"PLEASE!", Sam screamed. He grabbed his stomach and doubled over, wincing in pain. "It hurts so much!" Dean made another move toward the door, trying to calm his brother as he went.

"It's OK, Sammy! We're gonna get you some help! Michael's working on it right now!" Just as Dean reached the door, Sam suddenly appeared in front of him. His eyes were glowing yellow and he was snarling.

"SAMMY?! WHAT THE FUCK?!" I only had one thought in my head at that moment. 'How did he get over here so fast?' Sam grabbed Dean by the collar of his jacket and threw him across the room. He slammed into the wall and crashed to the floor, unconscious. Sam looked down at me and smiled. But it wasn't a kind smile. It was the kind of smile a starving man might give a big, juicy cheeseburger before devouring it. I tried to back away from him, but I tripped over my own feet and went sprawling backwards on my ass, biting my tongue. I winced and the disgusting, coppery taste of blood filled my mouth. I spit it out on the floor without thinking. I heard loud panting and a large dark shadow fell over me. The light was at his back and when I looked up, all I could see was his glowing yellow eyes. Why were his eyes glowing like that? Was it from drinking my blood?

"I just need a sip, Violet", Sam whispered. 'Actually, I need more than a sip, but let's just start there and see how it goes, hm?" Though most of his face was cast in shadow, I could see his lips curl into an unsettling grin. He took another slow step toward me and I whimpered, scrambling away from him on my backside. Instinctively I held the wrist that he had bitten earlier close to my chest. He crouched down close to my face and I cringed. "It's OK, Violet", Sam cooed. "I'm not gonna bite your wrist again." I sighed, thinking that maybe he had decided to let me go. He reached up and stroked the side of my neck with the tips of his long fingers. "I'm gonna bite a little closer to your heart."

"Why are you acting like this, Sam?", I whimpered. "You have y-your soul back!" He stroked my cheek and pouted at me.

"Yes, I do. But your blood...", His voice faded as he stared down at the tender flesh of my neck. He grunted and licked his lips. "Your blood is the most deliciously powerful thing I've ever tasted! So much more powerful than demon blood! And I just can't help myself! I want more!" He grabbed me by the throat, yanking me up off the floor, and slammed me against the wall.

"MICHAEL! PLEASE HELP ME!", I croaked. Sam shook his head at me in mock sadness.

"You're wasting your breath. Daddy can't hear you." He tapped the side of his head with his index finger. "I'm jamming your signal, sweetheart!" He ran his nose up and down my neck, breathing in the scent of my blood as it coursed through my veins. "He can't help you now."

"No, but I can!", a gruff voice snarled from behind him. A metal chair came whizzing past my face, and crashed into the back of Sam's head. He slumped against my shoulder just before he released my throat. Both of us crumpled to the floor, with Sam falling on top of me. Dean shoved him off of me and half carried and half dragged me out of the room. He pushed me up against the wall outside the panic room and slammed the heavy iron door shut and slid the latch across, sealing Sam inside. Dean grabbed me, looking for injuries, when he didn't see any he sighed and pulled me into a hug. I was so exhausted that I just leaned into him. His woodsy sent was so calming that I nearly fell asleep standing up. But a loud banging brought me to attention again.

"DEAN!", Sam screamed. "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" The door shuddered with every punch and kick. "PLEASE! I'M OK NOW!"

"Sorry, Sammy. I can't do that!" Dean held me close as he lead me through the basement and toward the stairs.

"It doesn't matter, Dean.", Sam panted. Dean froze, looking back over his shoulder, back toward the panic room. I peeked around his arm again to see what was happening. The little peephole had been left open and Sam was staring at him. "Because I WILL get out of here. And I WILL have her." His eyes focused on me and I hid behind Dean again. "Her blood calls to me, Dean!" Dean's body was tensed up and he began to tremble. "I've never felt power like this before! Not even when Lucifer wore me to the Prom!" I whimpered and it must have brought Dean back to reality because he started to drag me up the stairs and into the kitchen. Just before Dean slammed the basement door, Sam's voice floated up the stairs after us.

"I have to have that power, Dean! I WILL have it!"