"I'm sorry about your brother" Dean said to Kim who was now rummaging through the cabinets looking for a first aid kit through teary eyes and sniffles.

"Yea, so am I" she replied, whipping her eyes "what happened to him?"

"Bitten" Sam said, taking a seat next to his brother in order to inspect the wound on his hand.

"Bitten by what?" she asked, placing a peroxide bottle and some gauze on the table.

"Wherever he went, he came in contact with a full fledged vampire" Dean explained "when we got here, it was too late?"

"You mean it could have been prevented?"

"No" Sam cut in solemnly "there is no cure for vampirism" Sam and Dean exchanged understanding looks. They both knew what was going to happen if the disease took effect in Dean, so Sam looked over his bitten hand.

"How bad is it Sammy?" Dean sighed with a tinge of hope in his voice. If the saliva hadn't hit a vein and breached the blood stream he may just be ok, but Sam only shook his head. "Shit"

"Are you going to turn into one of them?" Kim asked from across the table. Sam and Dean nodded, "I'm very sorry, dean"

"Well since you were bitten on the hand and not the neck that buys us a few extra days" Sam explained to Dean as if he hadn't known all this already.

"Only prolonging the inevitable" was Deans reply to his brother.

Sam though for a moment on their options, which had suddenly, changed. "Hand me dad's journal" Sam extending his hand to accept the tattered book from Dean. "Maybe there is something in here that can help"

Kim looked Dean over from the other side of the table. He looked resigned, sad, even scared…it wasn't what he looked like when she had first me him. There was something in his hazel eyes that just looked…off. But then again, the knowledge that within a few days you will become a Vampire could ruin anyone's disposition.

He must have realized that she was staring at him and he looked directly into her eyes. "What?" he said after a good 10 seconds.

"Give me your hand" she said, extending hers out. He obliged, since it still wasn't cleaned and Sam was now buried in their father's journal. Her hands were so soft compared to his rough ones he thought as she took his hand.

She begun to clean out his wound with peroxide "Ow!" he exclaimed

"Oh hush, big baby"

It was the first time he had really looked at her since they met. She really was quite striking. Curly brown hair over a very obviously Italian face, not a bad body either. But it was her eyes that he found so interesting even though they were blood shot from crying. They were so kind and caring, with a hidden intelligence behind them, but the color…he could swear he saw gold in them.

He didn't even realize he was staring at her until he was caught. He quickly found Sam much more interesting, and turned away quickly.

"You're like a 12 year old" she said with a smile.

"I am not!" he replied and she raised an eyebrow proving her point, and causing him to blush. Blush? The lady-killer Dean Winchester was blushing? He couldn't believe she made him feel so different then anyone else.

"I got it!" Sam exclaimed, breaking their moment"good old dad!"

"Well spill it Sammy!"

"You'll be fine as long as we can find and kill the one who sired your sire. It's like a trickle down effect, since the one who bit you is dead" he didn't even realize what he had said until Kim gasped. "I'm sorry" he tried to recover "I didn't mean…" she waved him off though, telling him it was ok.

"can you tell us how to get to your brothers cabin?" dean asked as she tied off the gauze she had wrapped around his hand.

"no" she replied "but I can show you"

"No way, your not coming" dean stated with authority (as if it was going to work)

"Oh yes I am!" she retorted. Dean opened his mouth to say something else but she beat him to it "my brother is dead and I want to get the one who did this!"

the determination in her eyes told the brothers that there was no convincing her of the opposite. In the morning they would head out to try and save Dean and maybe exact a little revenge in the process.

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