Almost a week later, after a long plane trip to Scotland and back, Chelsea was sitting with Dean, him by his door, Chelsea by the hood of the Impala.

Dean was on the phone with Lisa.

"Hey - so, uh, we're actually not far. We're about a night's drive." Dean said to Lisa.

"Yeah?" She asked hopefully. "So, ya think...?"

"Well, there's some stuff we gotta do here first." Dean said.

"Of course." Lisa said.

"But I was thinkin' that, uh, we'll wrap up here, and, y'know, make sure we're not followed...we'll have to take side streets, and we'd have to come at night-" Dean started, and Chelsea rolled her eyes.

"Will you just shut up and get your asses home? I can't wait to see you both. This phone thing's getting old."

"Yeah." Dean said with a smile.

"Well, call us when you're close. And be careful."

"Course." Dean said, hanging up as Sam approached. "Hey." He said to Sam.

"What're you so stoked about?" Sam asked them.

"What? Nothin'. Whattya got?" Dean asked.

Sam handed a set of missing person fliers to Dean, who leafed through them before passing them to Chelsea to leaf through.

"Six girls in seven days, which is more disappearances than this city has seen in over a year - all about the same age." Sam explained.

"And cute." Dean said, and both Chelsea and Sam scoffed. "Hey, ice cream comes in lots of flavors, Sam."

"Right. Sure. Well, half a dozen girls, late teens, a shower away from greatness. Sounds like a profile. I mean, what else they got in common?" Chelsea asked.

"Well...six directions to go here. Pick a number." Dean said to the two of them.

"Seven. Another call just came in today." Sam answered.

The three siblings shared a look, and then got into the Impala.

Sam, Dean, and Chelsea stood, talking to Kristin's, the latest victim, father.

"Kristin's a good kid. A little naïve, sure... You try to be a good parent. Girls are hard." He said. "No offense." He said to Chelsea.

"Oh, no, we get it." Dean joked.

"Right. Well, we'd just like to find your daughter." Sam said, a little harsh.

"Last door on the left." He said.

Dean glanced up the stairs where the man had pointed.

"Thanks."

The three Winchester's climbed the stairs. Sam glanced back at the father.

"Whaddya think he was talking about?" Chelsea asked quietly.

"Drugs?" Sam answered quietly.

Dean shrugged. The three entered Kristin's room, and Chelsea hit the light switch. All of the walls were painted red and covered with posters of half-naked vampires. Vampire and gothic collections and accessories were everywhere, covering the girl's dresser and desk. There was vampire pillows on the bed.

"Oh, it is SO much worse." Dean said, referencing Chelsea's question a minute ago.

"Vampires?" Sam snorted.

"Ah, these aren't vampires, man, these..." Chelsea shuts the bedroom door and the three come face-to-face with a full sized cut-out of a teenage vampire. "...These are douche bags." She said.

"Yeah." Sam agreed.

"WOW." Dean breathed.

"Hm." Chelsea let out a light laugh. She went to the bed and started flipping back the covers. Dean lifted a pillow off the bed and pulled out a red laptop.

"Aha. All right." Dean headed toward the desk and opened up the laptop. "Let's see what we can see. All right." He turned it on, and the device made a screaming noise as a picture of a fake vampire popped up.

"Th-that's just...uncomfortable." Sam said.

"What's HE so bummed out about?" Chelsea mumbled.

Sam started pressing keys and the prompt for a password popped up.

Dean looked down at a paperback book titled "My Summer Blood".

"Look at this. He's WATCHING her sleep. How is that not rape-y?" Dean said, holding the book up to Chelsea.

"I gotta concentrate here, Dean." Sam said.

Dean started to flip through the pages of the book. Sam attempted the password "DRACULA", and the laptop made a screaming noise again.

"'He could hear the blood rushing inside her, almost taste it. He tried desperately to control himself...'" Dean read as Sam tried another password, and the laptop screamed again. "'...Romero knew their love was impossible-' Romero? Really?"

"Dean. Shut up." Sam said. Chelsea picked up the book.

"This is a national bestseller. How is that POSSIBLE?" Dean picked up another one of the pillows. Sam tried another password and once again failed. Chelsea finally looked over at him. "Hey, try, uh-" She lifted her chin, thinking. "Lautner."

Sam typed it in. "Wait - he's a werewolf. How do you even know who that is?"

"Are you kidding me? That kid's everywhere. It's a freakin' nightmare." Dean said.

The password rejected.

Sam nearly growled.

Dean mouthed 'Wow' at Chelsea, chucking the pillow back on the bed.

"Oh, move." She said, pushing her brother out of the way.

"Hey, how many T's are there in 'Pattins-'" The laptop main screen unlocked. Sam launched forward.

"That's it. We're in! Ha!" He practically shouted, beginning to look through a Facebook-styled social media page. "All right."

Dean approached the desk again.

"Well?"

"Well, her inbox is full, from some guy claiming to be a vampire." Sam said.

"A real vampire?"

"Well, uh... 'I can only meet you at night...I don't trust myself with you...the call of your blood is too strong...' Vampires fishing for victims?" Sam read off.

"Probably just a human mouth-breather, right?" Dean said.

"On the other hand - talk about easy prey." Chelsea said.

"For actual vamps." Dean said, getting on the same page as her.

"Yeah." Sam agreed. "I mean, these chicks are just throwing themselves at you. All you gotta do is...I dunno. Write bad poetry."

"Huh!" Dean and Chelsea huffed at the same time.

"Wow. This guy wanted to meet her at a place called The Black Rose." Sam read.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Gimme a break..."

"Just reporting the news." Sam said.

"It's probably just your standard-issue perv, right?" Chelsea asked her two older brothers. Sam closed the laptop, sharing a look with her.

Sam stood next to the Impala, talking to Samuel over his cell phone.

Dean and Chelsea approached, loading their gear into the car.

"Okay. So now, you're sure it's vampires? A hundred percent?" Sam asked into the phone.

"Definitely. We got a pattern now. Kids go missing, blood bank van gets jumped. This is the fourth town. Clincher is, this last hit? Driver was found, throat ripped out." Samuel answered.

"Okay. They grab kids, that's food, right? But if they already got a bunch of walking, talking juice bars...why bother with the blood mobile? It doesn't add up." Sam noted.

"Find the nest. Figure it out." Samuel said. Sam sighed and hung up.

"You're not old enough for a club." Dean told Chelsea.

Her face blanched an she turned indignant.

"I'm not old enough to be FBI, either. Or a Marshall, or the Health Department, or anything that we have fake ID's for, Dean! You're not seriously leaving me behind on this."

Dean shrugged.

Chelsea turned to Sam.

"Sam, come on. Help me out here."

Sam looked at Dean, who was looking at him.

"I think I'm with Dean on this one, Chels."

"What are you so worried about? That I'm going to drink? I've been drinking since I was sixteen, Dean, you were the one that gave it to me for the first time."

"Chels, these are vampires that feast on young pretty girls. You're not walking in there."

Sam's face altered at that.

"On that note, Dean, she's really our way in."

"And if something goes wrong? What, we're just going to bust into a vampire nest with no idea how many there are?"

Sam nodded, once again agreeing with their brother.

"Seriously?!" She shouted at the two of them. "I can defend myself!"

"Sorry, Chels. You sit here, we'll be back by midnight."

"And what's to stop me from just following you?"

Dean smiled mischievously, and then Cas popped up in the corner.

"Are you kidding me?! You're having him babysit me?"

"Have fun, kids." Dean said as him and Sam left the room.

Sam and Dean sat at a table at The Black Rose.

"Well, you wanted Emo chicks, I think we hit Ground Zero." Dean said as a waitress came by in a rubber suit and handed them drinks. "Thank you. You think she wears all that rubber to the beach?" Dean asked Sam, who was canvassing the bar. "When was the last time we had a beer together, anyway?"

Sam ignored the question, and nodded his head toward the bar.

"There." He said, and Dean turned toward a teenaged boy in a black coat and wearing a dog collar, talking to a teenage girl. "Whaddya think? He's hittin' on her hard enough. Real?" Sam asked.

"I dunno. It's hard to tell." Dean combed over the crowd, and noticed two other guys talking to teenage girls. "Hey, we got multiple choice."

"Great. Three of them and two of us. Maybe we should've-"

"No." Dean said.

"Dean, do you ever think that maybe you're being just a tad bit overprotective? Let's face it, she's probably a better hunter than us. And what good is it doing to leave her behind? She's going to be pissed when we get back."

"I'm not being overprotective." Dean answered. "It is justified caution. I don't want her in the middle of this. Not to mention, Sam, it wasn't even my idea."

"That's how you got Cas to come down?" Sam asked. "I thought he was in the middle of war?"

"He volunteered." Dean answered.

They watched one of the men kiss another guy.

"See? That makes that two of them."

Sam rolled his eyes, and watched the dog collar boy move to escort the girl outside.

"One's on the move." Sam said, and the other man they were spying on moved to leave with another girl as well.

"All right. You go with Efron, I got Bieber." Dean said, and the two got up, going their separate ways.

Sam followed the older of the two guys down into the basement of the bar.

He pulled out his machete, the tension in the area quickly escalated and Sam could feel his nerves tingling.

The vampire sprung out from behind a door, fangs out.

In one solid motion, Sam swung the machete and decapitates him. The body fell. Sam sighed.

Chelsea stood in front of Cas, her arms crossed.

"I'm following them." She told Cas, moving toward the door.

Cas stepped in front of her.

"I did not volunteer for this just to have you run out."

"Volunteer?" Chelsea asked, confused. "Dean didn't ask you to be here?"

"No." Cas answered. "Leaving you here was my idea, not Dean's."

"What?" She asked the angel. "Why?"

Cas sighed.

"Because it is my job." He answered.

"What is your job?" Chelsea asked, thoroughly confused.

"To protect you." Cas said. "I'm quiet literally your guardian angel, Chelsea. It's my job to protect you."

Chelsea started at him.

"My guardian...I thought you and Dean...you pulled him out of hell?"

"I pulled him out for you." Cas said. "I pulled him out because it was in the best interest for your safety."

"How long have you known?"

"Since the second you were born."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I find myself...invested in this job. More so than I should be."

Chelsea raised an eyebrow. Cas rolled his eyes.

"I have...emotions, that I have never had before, when I'm around you."

Chelsea's eyebrows shot up.

"You mean-"

"I...like you, Chelsea. I think I might like you a lot. Which makes protecting you difficult, sometimes."

Chelsea felt her heart flutter in her chest against her will.

The two stared at each other for a long time. Cas was running through the entire interaction in his head, wondering if he'd done something to set her off.

Or perhaps it was his vessel. Jimmy, the vessel, was quite a bit older than Chelsea, or maybe it was the fact that she didn't really know Cas. Or that he was an angel.

Chelsea stared at him. All this time she's thought Cas was Dean's protector. She'd known Cas at least liked her, but romantically? Did she like him back? She thought she did, nobody else had ever made her heart flip in her chest the way that he did.

Before she was through deciding what she was going to do, Cas stepped forward, and she met him halfway, their lips connecting gently.

And that decided it for her.

Cas leaned back, putting his hands on either side of her head.

"Cas-" She started.

"Don't." He said. "Don't say anything."

So she stayed quiet. She wasn't sure what she would say anyways.

But what did this mean? Were they together? Could they be together? He was an angel, and she was a human.

And what would her brothers say?

Dean grabbed the teenage boy and threw him backwards.

"Go - get outta here!" Dean shouted at the girl.

"Wait, what..." The teenage boy started to babble, and Dean slammed him into the dumpster in the alley. "What the hell are you doing?!" The boy shouted at him.

"Open your mouth!" Dean commanded. The boy obeyed, revealing a fake set of vampire fangs. Dean rolled his eyes, annoyed and disturbed by this generation of kids. "Take those out. Take 'em out!" Dean shouted. "Oh, for the love of... What're you, twelve? Are you wearing glitter?"

"I only do it to get laid, man!"

Dean stopped for a minute.

"Does it work?"

The boy shrugged and nodded.

"I'll be damned. All right, mmmbop your way outta here. Go, go!" Dean said, letting go of the kid. He ran off, out of the alley. "And use a condom!"

Dean started out of the alley as well.

"You're pretty..." A voice said from behind him.

Dean turned to find himself face-to-face with another man.

"I'm sorry?" Dean asked.

"I said...you're pretty." The man said.

"Yeah, sorry again, pal. I don't play for your team."

The man grabbed Dean and launched him through the air. Dean landed on the dumpster, hard, and rolled off. It was taking him longer than he liked to recover, while the man approached him lazily.

Dean grabbed a pipe and swung at the man, who simply ducked.

He pinned Dean against the dumpster and began to heavy-hand punch him until Dean couldn't clear the fog from his brain any longer.

Sam ran around the corner, and paused.

The vampire man brought his own wrist up to his mouth, and bit it.

He smeared the blood over Dean's mouth, and Dean made a guttural noise in protest, but he was completely helpless, pressed against the dumpster.

Dean swallowed, and in that instant, Sam stepped forward, machete raised.

"NO!" He shouted dramatically, charging at the vampire.

Sam made a few slashes at the vampire, to which the vampire simply step-sided and ran off.

"Sammy..." Dean whispered, eyes barely open and obviously weak.

Sam smirked just a little.

Chelsea pulled the curtains closed. Cas had vanished the instant the boys had pulled up, and after learning about Dean's condition, the youngest Winchester was furious.

"Where were you, Sam?!" She practically screamed at the tallest boy.

Dean shushed her from where he was holding his head in his hands painfully. All of the regular city noises were overfilling his head and were all so very, very loud.

"Oh my God, what is that SOUND?" He asked.

"What sound, Dean?" Sam asked him, ignoring Chelsea's question.

Dean pushed an on lamp over, and it crashed to the floor.

He turned to the wall and started pounding on it.

"Hey, c'mon, keep it down, dammit!"

He turned around and winced as the lit bulbs from the lights caught his eyes. "Please, PLEASE shut that off...geez..."

Sam turned off the lights, but it wasn't much help. Every small noise in the world seemed deafening to Dean, including his own footsteps. He could hear the heartbeats of both of his siblings; Chelsea's erractic, obviously angry and scared, and Sam's steady one.

"Dean...you should sit down..."

"Where were you, Sam?" Chelsea asked again, pushing her brother against the wall violently. "How could you let this happen?"

"I was too far away." Sam said, completely calm.

She shoved him against the wall again.

"I should've been there, somebody should've been watching his back because clearly you are incapable." She said to Sam before letting him go and turning back towards Dean.

All of a sudden she whirled around to Sam again.

"What is with you? You gave up on him the minute he went to Hell, you left me with Bobby, didn't answer a single one of my calls, and then when he finally came back, you let yourself jump right into the hands of the Devil. You've been back for a year and you didn't even bother to tell us, to give us any sort of relief from the grief we were feeling because our brother died. Now you sit around and watch Dean get turned into a vampire?"

Chelsea could see the fury in his eyes, but she didn't care.

"I was a better hunter without the two of you." Sam growled.

Chelsea stepped back, shocked.

"Both of you sit down." Dean said as he sat on the edge of one of the beds and cradled his head in his hands. "Of all the ways to die, I never thought I'd be going out like this."

"Dean, nobody is 'going out'." Chelsea said.

Dean turned to the nightstand where there was an alarm clock.

"It's THAT..." He said, standing.

"What?" Sam asked.

Dean ripped the clock's cord out of the wall, and smashed the thing to pieces at his feet.

"Samuel is gonna kill me when he gets here." Dean said.

"No, Dean, he's not!" Chelsea said.

"Yes he is, cuz I'm gonna ask him to because you won't do it." He said to her.

"Okay, just hold on a second..." Sam started.

"For what, huh? Look at me!" Dean said, and then instantly gripped his ears.

"We can figure this out!" Chelsea said desperately.

"How?!"

Neither sibling had an answer for that.

"Why aren't you freaked out?" Dean asked Sam. "Chelsea's heart is running ninety miles an hour."

"Of course I am!" Sam argued.

"Really? Cuz I can hear your heartbeat, and it's pretty damned steady."

"That's cuz I'm...I'm TRYING to remain calm. Dean, look - Samuel will know what to do." Sam said, and Chelsea looked at the tall boy again, fury and suspicion written all over her face.

"C'mon, man, I'm a monster, okay? This is NOT a problem that you spit-ball. We gotta deal with this before I hurt somebody."

Dean held his head in his hands and groaned again.

"How's it feel?" Sam asked.

"NOW? Now you wanna talk about my feelings?" Dean said, frustrated.

"No, I mean...physically."

"How do you THINK it feels? Not good!"

Dean stood and headed toward the bathroom.

"Where you goin'?" Chelsea asked.

"Bathroom, okay? News flash, Ms. Wizard: vampires pee!"

Dean stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door.

He splashed some water on his face and looked at his reflection.

He lifted up his upper lip to see fangs growing in.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes, trying to figure out a plan here.

He didn't want to abandon Chelsea again, and he certainly didn't want to abandon her with this unrecognizable version of Sam.

Dean sighed and turned the water on again.

Sam was getting water while Chelsea glared at him from where she was seated when she stood and went to the bathroom door.

She knocked on the door.

"Dean." She said.

Chelsea opened the door.

It was empty. The blinds were hanging at an awkward angle, the window wide open.

The faucet was still on.

Dean stood in Lisa's bedroom, looking over her while she was asleep.

A dog barking shattered the silence, and Lisa woke up.

She sat up, startled, upon seeing Dean.

"Dean." She said.

"Hey." He said quietly. She turned on the lamp beside her, blinding him with his new vampire eyes. He looked away from it, but he could still hear her heart beating.

"Hey. I wasn't expecting you for a couple of days." She said.

"Yeah, yeah... I wanted to see you." Dean whispered. He sat down on the edge of her bed.

"What's up? Are you okay?"

"Listen..." Dean started, and immediately Lisa's face contorted, catching on that there was something wrong.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"It doesn't matter. But I need you to know...you and Ben...just, uh... Thanks. Okay? For everything."

Lisa slid out from under the covers and moved closer to Dean, her heartbeat quickening.

"Dean, you're scaring me."

Dean caught the scent of her blood, and clenched his jaw, trying to ignore it, to fight the urge. He stood and stepped a few feet away from her.

"Oh, God, I'm Pattinson..." He whispered.

"What?" Lisa asked.

"Nothing. I...I gotta go..."

"No, you can't just show up here like this and-"

"Believe me, I wish it was different."

"Just stop, and explain to me what's going on out there." Lisa pleaded with him.

"Lisa, I can't bring this crap home to you." Dean said miserably.

"You're talking about your work?"

"I'm talking about my life. It's ugly...and it's violent...and I'm gonna die - soon."

Tears started in Lisa's eyes. She stepped toward Dean.

"Just tell me. Just tell me what the hell is going on..." She gently gripped Dean's arms, and he stared at her, listening to her heart.

He grabbed her shoulders and pressed her against the wall, not as gently as he had intended.

Her heart rate quickened, and his eyes narrowed on her, closing all the distance between them.

His mouth started to stray to her throat, and he pushed himself away, facing the other direction.

He could feel the fangs descending in his mouth.

"Dean?" Lisa asked.

"I gotta go..." He said, fleeing into the hallway, covering his mouth with his hand. Ben emerged from his room, rubbing his eyes.

"Dean...?" He asked, and Dean froze.

"Ben, just stay there." He said.

"I thought I heard you -"

"I said stay back!" He yelled as Ben came too close to him, and Dean pushed Ben away from him, into the wall, and ran out of the house before he hurt someone.

Sam, supporting a bloodied lip, Chelsea, supporting a sore knuckle, and Samuel entered the motel room, Samuel carrying a large duffel bag.

"Can't keep track of your brother now?" Samuel asked Sam.

"Well, I didn't think he'd just-" Sam started.

"He's not himself, Sam. He's a monster and he's hungry. You gotta be prepared to do the right thing."

"Hey." Chelsea growled at Samuel. "This is my brother you're talking about."

"I told you he'd kill me when he showed up." Dean said, and the three looked over to see Dean hunched against a cabinet in the dark.

Samuel and Sam drew their machetes, and Chelsea punched Sam in the face again, the machete clattering out of his hand.

"Did you feed?" Samuel asked as Sam stood up, glaring at Chelsea.

"I went to say goodbye to Lisa...which, for the record, was a lousy idea." He said.

"Dean, answer the question." Samuel pushed.

"You can relax, I didn't 'drink' anyone."

"Thank God." Samuel said.

"But I came close." He pulled off his jacket. "All right. Do it."

"Okay...if you insist..." Samuel said, and Chelsea gripped his arm painfully tight.

"Touch him, and I'll kill you."

"Or I can just turn you back." Samuel said.

"What?" Dean asked.

"What?!" Sam asked, nearly panicked, and Chelsea took another swing at his face.

"Will you stop?" Sam asked, furious.

"Chelsea." Dean said, turning her attention back to him, and he shook his head.

Samuel looked at Sam with a bit of an odd look, before turning back to Dean.

"I didn't drive all this way to kill you, Dean - I'm here to save you."

The four sat at the table, and Samuel opened his journal and slid it toward Dean.

"That's my grandfather's journal. Cure's an old Campbell recipe, kind of like the soup. No one's tried it since God knows. What I hear...this stuff is a bad trip."

"Awesome." Dean said.

"Hey - the cure is good. But a lot of this is on you. You drink, you're done. It won't work. I'm talking one drop of human blood-" Samuel said.

"I got it." Dean said.

"Do you? Because you will feed. It's a matter of time."

Dean slammed the journal shut.

"What else do we need?" Dean asked.

"Some stuff we got, some we gotta get. Trickiest thing on the list: blood of the fang that turned ya."

"That guy was huge." Sam said.

"There's nothing in the recipe about 'easy'." Samuel said. Dean stood.

"I can get it." Dean said.

"You're gonna walk right into the nest?" Samuel asked.

"Well, I'm one of them, aren't I? So all I gotta do is get in there, get the guy alone, and...shoot him with so much dead man's blood that he'll think he's rushing a fraternity."

"I should come with you." Sam said.

"No. I'll go." Chelsea said.

"No. You guys REEK. You're like walking hamburgers. I gotta do this solo." Dean said.

"Yeah, except - we haven't been able to find him yet." Sam said.

Dean put his jacket back on.

"No problem. I can smell him. Two miles east of town. You guys get the other crap and meet me there." He said.

Dean headed toward the door, and Samuel, Sam, and Chelsea stood.

"Dean." Samuel said, holding out a syringe filled with blood. "It's dead man's blood. Now, there's enough there to drop a linebacker, and then some. Good luck, son."

Dean took the syringe and left. Sam starts gathering up supplies, and Samuel shares a look with Chelsea, her eyes furious and glaring at Sam, and his wary.

"What the hell's wrong with you, Sam?" Chelsea asked furiously.

"Whaddya mean?" Sam asked innocently.

"You knew about the cure!" Samuel said.

"What? No, I didn't." Sam argued.

"But we talked about it months ago."

"Not me. Must've been Christian or something."

"Huh. That's strange, cuz if you had known, it'd be almost like you let him get turned. Get a man on the inside? Help us find that alpha vamp we've been looking for?"

A long pause passed between the three.

"Are you serious? You think I'd do something like that, risk my own brother?" The group paused again, Chelsea glaring at him.

"Is that why you guys didn't want to bring me along? So I couldn't prevent this from happening?"

"What's wrong with you?" Sam asked them, the glare from the other two boring holes into Sam. "Look, I'm just relieved we can fix him." He finished gathering their things and walked out of the door. Samuel and Chelsea shared another look.

The vampire's black SUV was parked outside, in front of a warehouse. Two vampires exited the building through a metal-grate door. As it started to swing shut, Dean pulled the rope that he had attached to the door and pulled it, keeping the door open. He avoided the two vampires and snuck into the building.

Dean snuck through the hallways of the run-down warehouse, before suddenly a vampire stepped in his way.

"S'up?" The vampire said.

"Hey. I'm..." Dean started, trying to play it off coolly.

"The guy Boris turned outside the bar, right? Said to look out for you."

"Yeah." Dean said, trying to stay calm.

"Well." The vampire smiled. "Glad you made it, man!" He raised his first to knuckle-bump, and after an awkward pause, Dean bumped him back. "Follow me."

The vampire led Dean through the hallways.

"So you must be starving." He said to Dean.

"Uh..." Dean started, and the vampire walked up to a fridge full of blood bags. He slid the door open and picked up a bag.

Dean narrowed his eyes at it, fighting the temptation to drink it.

"Here ya go." He vampire said. Dean paused, looking at him, and then the blood bag.

"I'm okay." He said finally, and Robert looked at him a bit oddly. "I killed SO many people on the way over here, so..."

"Yeah, uh, about that...company line is we, we don't just kill people anymore...but you gotta tell me what that's like."

"Yeah. Yeah, first chance I get, I'll...I'll show you myself."

"Sweet." The vampire said, and then ripped the stopper off of the bag and started to drink it.

Dean eyed the blood bag, and then forced himself followed the vampire down a flight of stairs, and through a crowd of even more vampires.

"Don't worry about them. They're jealous. The recruiters get to bang all the chicks. That's you now, bro."

"Recruiters?" Dean asked, confused.

"Yeah. Big man'll explain."

Dean entered what looked like the main room of a very old bank. Seated at a desk in from of a laptop was Kristin, the girl that the three Winchesters had been trying to find. Boris, the vampire that had turned Dean, leaned over her, with one hand placed on her back.

Boris raised a finger at Dean.

"Be with you in a minute." He said, and then turned back to Kristin as she typed on the computer. "Your skin is the black velvet of the night." He chuckled. "Nice. Stupid bitch'll eat that up, she'll be DYING to meet."

He leaned in and took a long sniff of Kristin's hair, who recoiled. Dean looked around, catching sight of the several newly-turned female vampires locked away in cages, sucking down blood from bags.

"Go get yourself some blood, sweetheart. Then march that little ass right back here, okay?" Boris said, and Kristin stood. She locked eyes with Dean, and then exited the room. "Thank goodness. Thought the hunter chopped your pretty head."

"Nah. I got away. Sorry, what's a 'hunter'?" Dean asked.

"You'll see if he finds us. You'll see him inside out." Boris laughed. "You eaten?"

"Yeah." Dean answered quickly.

"Good. You'll need your strength."

"For?"

"Robert didn't tell you?" Boris snorted, getting up in Dean's face. "How old do I look?"

"Thirty-three?" Dean answered.

"You're off...by about...six centuries? And these are the best days in the last six hundred years to be a vampire." Boris laughed again, sending shivers up Dean's spine. He began pacing around Dean. "'Dracula'? Anne Rice? PLEASE. These stupid little brats are so horny they've reinvented us as Prince Charming with a Volvo. They..." Boris reached through the bars of one of the cages and grabbed a girl. "...Want a promise ring with fangs, so I give it to 'em." The girl he had a hold of snarled. "You - you go out and you get them, and you bring 'em home to ME." He let go of the girl.

"So what's with the cages?"

"Oh, that's just, y'know...till they're compliant. Eventually these girls will go out, and they'll fetch me boys like YOU, and around and around we go..."

"Gotta say, I'm impressed. This whole system, it's...it's all you?" Dean asked, and Boris chuckled.

"No, no, no, no...I just...implement, y'know? Make sure you all fall in line." He gestured toward the ceiling. "It's HIS...our father's..."

"Your father's?"

"Aren't you the curious one?" Boris asked Dean.

"Oh, you don't know the half of it."

"In due time. You...you want the private tour, don't you?" Dean held back his gag.

"Thought you'd never ask."

Boris stepped away and beckoned Dean forward with his finger.

He turned his back to Dean, and began walking the other direction. Dean reached in his pocket, withdrawing the syringe full of dead man's blood and uncapped it.

He raised it, ready to impale it into Boris, and one dropped leaked out, hitting the floor.

Whether Boris heard it, or smelt it, he turned around.

Dean attempted to stab Boris anyways, although he grabbed Dean's arm, moved behind him, and twisted his arm behind his back.

Boris used his free hand to put Dean in a chokehold.

"You playing games with me, boy?" Boris asked Dean.

He squeezed Dean's arm until Dean was forced to drop the syringe, and he began to laugh.

All of a sudden, his eyes trailed up to the ceiling. Whispers surrounded them, and Boris released Dean.

After a moment, Boris fell flat on his back, eyes wide. Dean looked around, confused, watching as the caged vampire girls dropped limply onto the floor. Dean's own eyes started to roll up into his head, and he collapsed.

A series of visions, men sitting on a bench, a little girl in a frilly little dress, a graveyard filled with white crosses, a cell dividing, an African American man reaching out to Dean with long, sharp fingernails, an ivy-covered house, and the series of visions replaying over and over again.

Even with his eyes closed, his eyes raced behind his lids, as a new series of visions started; The African American man by a pond, the same graveyard, the man again, then the graveyard, the house, and the little girl in the frilly dress having a tea party outside of it.

A pulsating cell, blood pumping through veins, a cell dividing, the little girl standing under a tree, and a twin version of her appears beside her. The two smile, revealing a mouth full of fangs.

The African American man, sitting on a bench, with the two sitting next to him.

And around and around the images go, rewinding and playing again.

Dean blinks, coming out of the vision. He rolls over onto his back, noticing that Boris is on his feet and releasing the vampires from their cages.

Dean gets to his feet instantly and starts running. A vampire guard rushes down the stairs and attacks Dean, but the hunter simply injected him with the syringe of dead man's blood.

"GO GET HIM!" Dean heard Boris shout.

Dean hightailed it up the stairs, where he was attacked by another vampire guard as he reached the top. Dean tossed him down the stairs and into a crowd full of vampires advancing on him.

Robert stepped forward toward Dean, and lost his head near instantly. The crowd of girls swarmed him, and Dean started swinging his machete.

Sam, Chelsea, and Samuel drove up to the outside of the hideout in Samuel's van, parking in front of the Impala.

"This must be the place." Samuel said quietly.

"Shh..." Chelsea and Sam both said.

Something fell onto the roof of the van, and a vampire peeked out on the driver's side, smashing the window and reaching toward Samuel.

Dean returned to the upper level of the main room. Another guard climbed the railing and attempted to attack him, and Dean sliced into his stomach, hacking away at another before decapitating both of them.

A third guard began his advance.

Samuel exited the van, Chelsea and Sam already out and cleaning up the vampire.

The corpse slid down the windshield and left a bloody streak.

"So much for 'undercover'." Samuel said.

"Let's go." Sam said.

Dean took full advantage of his vampire abilities and leapt straight over the railing, landing deftly on the ground below him. The nest was quiet now, mostly everyone dead.

Dean's eyes darted back and forth, looking for his sire.

Boris waited in the shadows, around a corner, where Dean couldn't see him.

Dean looked around at the mess he'd created.

"You've stopped NOTHING, you know that?" Boris said, stepping into the open. "This is much bigger than you and me."

Dean readied his machete. Boris lifted his hand and made a beckoning motion. On the floor above, Samuel, Chelsea and Sam crept through the carnage, machetes out. Headless vampire bodies were strewn everywhere.

"Looks like your brother has some Campbell in him after all." Samuel said.

"Sorry, gramps, but this is our old man, through and through." Chelsea said.

"My family is the reason your father got into this gig, kid. Your dad and I? Not as different as you think. We both forced our children to be part of something much bigger than them, far too early."

Chelsea glared at him.

"He was a good father." Chelsea said.

"Sure, sure he was." Samuel argued. "And that's why he brought you into this life at what? Five? That's why he never answered any of your phone calls, why he left Dean to care for two kids much younger than him, when Dean himself was a kid. That's why he forced Dean into being a parent to two children that weren't his, why he kicked Sam out for wanting a different life for himself, why he abandoned all three of you to enact revenge on a demon that he prioritized over his own children. Because those are all things that a good father does."

"Enough, you two." Sam said as they arrived in the main room of the nest.

Dean was sitting there, near the center.

"Dean, you okay?" Chelsea asked.

"Yeah, I'm good." Dean said.

Chelsea just them noticed Boris's head, which Dean was using as a footrest.

Back at their motel room, Samuel squirted a syringe of Boris' blood into a jar that held the cure potion. Dean was panting, holding his stomach, hearing the three other heartbeats in the room, plus several from the streets and rooms beside them.

"If this works, you know it's not gonna be a kiddy ride, you know that." Samuel said.

"That's great. Light her up." Dean said anyways.

"So what'd you see in there?" Sam asked a little to excited, and Chelsea nearly launched at him once again.

"What?" Dean asked, noticing Chelsea's inability to handle anything that came out of their brother's mouth.

"In the nest - what'd you see?" Sam clarified.

"Sam, I can't hear you - your blood is so frickin' loud, okay? Just - just back off." Dean said, pressing a hand over his ear and turning away from the two siblings. Samuel poured the concoction into a coffee mug.

"All right, gimme the damn cure." Dean said, and Samuel handed him the mug.

Dean lifted the mug to his nose and instantly recoiled. He gave Chelsea a grim smile, and lifted the mug to his mouth. "L'chaim..." He muttered, and chugged the potion messily.

He struggled at first to keep it down, and even then nothing happened instantly.

Dean spit a little bit out.

"I don't think it -" Dean started, and then suddenly spun around and projectile vomited a substance that looked like blood into the nearest trash can.

Sam, Chelsea, and their grandfather watched, one with slightly more concern than the other two.

"Is it working?" Chelsea asked Samuel, concerned.

Samuel drew his machete, but after the murderous look from Chelsea, lowered it to his side.

"Either that or he's dying." Samuel said.

Dean finished vomiting and tried to breathe. He lifted his head slightly, clutching his stomach, meaning in pain. His fangs descended, and his eyes were bloodshot.

In reverse order, every memory from the moment he was turned by Boris replayed in Dean's mind, including watching Sam's mouth tick upward into a smirk as Boris roughing Dean up and forcing vampire blood into his mouth.

Finally, Dean's eyes flew open, and they were clear. The world was suddenly silent again as he processed everything he'd just seen, trying to make sense of it all.

He blinked a few times and tried to sit up, only to find his younger sister attempting to help him.

Sam came over to help, and the two lifted him to his feet. Sam patted Dean on the chest, but Dean simply eyed him strangely as he realized everything Chelsea had said was right, and Sam had thrown him under the bus. Sam had let him be turned into a vampire.

The two younger Winchester siblings and Samuel packed their bags and supplied as Dean exited the bathroom.

"Hi. So, what'd you see?" Sam asked Dean.

"What?" Dean asked.

"In the nest. What'd you see?" Sam pressed.

"Sam, if I hear another word come out of your mouth tonight, I will beat you within an inch of your life." Chelsea threatened.

"Chels." Dean shook his head before turning to Sam. "Uhm...well, I'm still trying to work through it, but, uh...I'm pretty sure they're not figuring anything out on their own. They're getting their orders from the top...where to go next, everything."

"Top, as in...?" Samuel asked.

"Their alpha. At least, that's what I think it is. They've got some sort of psychic thing happening. He sends 'em, uh...I don't know - messages?"

"Saying what?" Sam asked.

"Honestly? Recruitment drive. Their alpha's building an army."

"Well, THAT's comforting." Samuel mumbled.

"That's not the worst." Dean continued.

"Then what IS?" Sam asked.

"We don't scare them anymore." Dean said honestly.

Chelsea approached Dean, who was standing next to the Impala's open trunk, trying to call Lisa.

"You've reached Lisa. Leave me a message. Thanks." Lisa's voicemail picked up again.

"Hey, Lis...uh..." Dean started.

"To continue recording, press 1. To erase -"

Dean ended the call. He slammed the truck closed and met Chelsea's eyes.

A silent understanding passed between them, and Chelsea nodded her head at her brother.

Sam approached the two.

"How'd it go with Lisa?" He asked.

"It didn't." Dean answered.

Sam tried to fake a sympathetic look, and failed miserably.

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah. At least, uh...YOU two got my back. No matter what happens, I can always count on you guys, right, Sammy?" Dean asked, looking at Chelsea, and then meeting Sam's eyes seriously.

Sam paused slightly, maybe noticing something was going on.

"Yeah. Of course, Dean."

Dean nodded his head, very obviously not believing a word Sam said.

The three went their own ways around the car, and all three doors closed at the exact same time.