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Sam awoke hoping maybe everything he had seen, heard, and done was just some sort of screwed up dream. It wasn't until he was reminded, painfully, that it had all been very real. The ache in his head was blinding as was the soreness his shoulder, leg, and chest.

His eyes fluttered open to be met with Kim hovering over him in a very dark and bare room with only a candle for light. "What happened?" he asked, attempting to lift himself up on his elbows only to be pushed back down by Kim. "What are you doing?" seeing her there reminded him of everything that went on "are you ok?"

"I'm fine" she replied

"Where are we?"

"A cold cellar"

"That would explain the chill…where's Dean?" shelooked awaywhen he asked her that. Did he get himself killed? Was he ok? Did he turn? All these question popped into his mind and he asked them at rapid speed. She told him everything, and it did nothing to quell the anxiety still building in his chest. He felt like he would scream, but held it all in. it was one of the Winchester flaws, too much pride.

"We have to go get him" Sam said as if he had made up his mind and there was no stopping him. Unfortunately, one thing did and she was sitting right next to him. As soon as he attempted to get up, she pushed him back down again. He shot her a questioning glare

"You are in no condition to do anything" she said before he could even ask why she stopped him "for one thing you have been unconscious for at least eight hours. Secondly, I looked you over and your shoulder is dislocated and I'm pretty sure your leg is broken"

"I think a couple ribs too, but that's not going to stop me" this time she let him try and fail to get to the only door in the room. He made it about a foot before falling onto his stomach, gasping as the floor came in contact with his bruised ribs.

"Even if you made it to the door" she said helping him into a sitting position "you wouldn't get through"

"How do you know" he breathed, trying to catch his breath "it looks like an old door, maybe it's rotted through"

"I know because I studied homes like this in grad school. They are completely solid, made to last. It's probably at least four inches thick too" she replied "besides…I already tried it"

Sam sat on the cold ground, thinking on their situation, which was now extremely FUBAR. He was hurt, pretty badly, and she might be able to get them out but there was no way she would be able to get Dean without his help. Their options sucked and it seemed, at least for the moment, they were stuck where they were.

"Do you happen to know what time it is?" he asked her out of the blue

She thought it was an odd question, but obliged him "about 2:30, why?"

"vampires sleep during the day and wake up when the sun goes down…that's our best shot at getting out of here and getting my brother" he replied, though it was more thinking out loud.

"There's a hitch in your plan, sparkey" she said

"What?"

"Dean is going to be a vampire…sunlight bad, remember?"

"That does propose a problem"

"How long do you think he has before…you know?" she asked quietly

"The problem is, he was exhibiting signs of vampirism quicker then I had expected"

"So, what does that mean exactly?"

"A day, maybe if were lucky two"

As soon as he made the decision, Dean regretted it. He stood there in that living room, completely helpless and surrounded by blood thirsty vampires who expected him to trust them, as the two people he didn't want to be parted from were taken away from him. He was no longer in control of what was going to happen, and that scared him.

It wasn't long after the ordeal that Azel decided to berate him again. "You made the right choice, Dean" he said

"Yea, right…what's so special about me anyway?"

"You are special because of who your father is" Azel said with an eerie grin

"My father?"

"Do you have any idea how many of our kind he has killed…lets see how he likes it when his own son is one of us"

"Did you bite Tony Patrick?" the question caught Azel off-guard

"Not that it will matter, but yes…I did"

"Good, now I know whose ass I have to kick…not that I wasn't going to kick yours anyway"

"You talk a big game, Dean Winchester" Azel motioned for the vampires to close in on Dean and grab him. Dean put up a good fight before finally being subdued. "The sun will be up soon…we vampires must sleep, and I don't trust you not to escape" Azel turned and began to walk away.

Dean knew this would probably be his last chance to get any kind of answers out of Azel and he called him back "Wait!"

Azel turned back to Dean with a smug grin on his face. Dean wanted nothing more then to wipe it off but needed to know "will they be ok?"

"For the moment"

"What the hell does that mean?"

If it was possible, Azels grin got wider. "I said I would not kill them and I won't…you will"

This guy was sick and sadistic. He was punishing Dean as much as he could for what his father did. He suddenly felt sick, like he would throw up all over. Did his father know he was there? Maybe he would come and save the day like he had done so many times before. Dean doubted it. He would fight this…he would make himself remember Kim and Sam when he turned; he wasn't going to give in.

That was all the thinking Dean did before it all went dark.

He woke up tied to a chair, gagged, and with a splitting headache. He tested the bonds only to realize that it was pointless to keep going. He had no idea how long he was out, but sunlight was now pouring into the very lavish room he was in. The sun coming in from the giant windows burnt him, to the point of being painful, and the glare in his eyes was blinding.

"don't worry" a voice from the shadows said "its not deadly yet, just painful" Dean didn't even have to turn his head to realize it was Azel, the last person he wanted to see…or hear for that matter. He kept his eyes trained on the hard wood floor, trying like hell not to give Azel the satisfaction of acknowledging him.

All he could think was how much he loathed that being, how much he wanted to tear his head off. An idea hit him then…there is more then one way to kill a vampire, since the steak to the heart didn't work. Problem was, once he turned he was just going to be another on of Azels drones…

Sam and Kim sat in the cold damp cellar for a long while in silence. Each was thinking on some way to get out, get Dean and not get killed in the process. It was proving to be harder then they thought.

Something Kim had said earlier peaked Sam's interest all of a sudden. It seemed so trivial before 'I studied homes like these in grad school' she had said. From what little he knew of colonial housing was that they followed a familiar pattern more often then not.

"What exactly did you study in grad school?" he asked her

"Archaeology…why?"

"I thought you said you studied homes like these in grad school" he was slightly confused, he expected maybe architecture.

"Yea, I did…historic preservation is part of archaeology…why does it matter though?"

he wished he could shake the obvious out of her, but she was smarter then she acted sometimes and understanding finally hit her "oh…"

Why hadn't she thought of that before? She grabbed the candle and began scanning the floor, walls, and ceiling.

"What are you looking for? Maybe I can help" Sam said from his position on the floor.

"No, don't get up…" she said noticing he was about to. "This is a cold cellar, so odds are we're underground, and even better that were under the house, most likely the kitchen" she began running her fingers across the stone slabs that were the ceiling and a tiny pebble came loose, letting in a pin prick beam of light.

"Bingo" she said, starting to remove as many pebbles as she could. She got the hole to be about the size of a golf ball before stopping.

"What? What is it?" Sam asked, holding the candle she had given him up so she could see.

"I wish I was taller, I could see what's above us" she was not short by any means, standing a good 5'8", but it wasn't enough to get a good look out.

"Help me up" Sam said, holding out his hand "I can look, I'm taller then you" she did as he asked, supporting his weight with her shoulder. He looked out, but couldn't make out what he was looking at. It didn't look like any kitchen he had ever seen, but it also didn't look like it had been used in decades.

"What do you see?" Kim asked

"A bunch of clutter…some old iron thing…looks like a safe, but not"

"That's a stove…we are under the kitchen and how often do you think vampires cook?"

They looked at each other in excitement, finally something was going right.

"We have to find a way to make this hole bigger, enough for us to get through" she said, looking around for some sort of digging implement.

Dean couldn't take it anymore of this. Azel had been talking to him all day it seamed, though it was probably a couple hours. He thought vampires needed sleep too; maybe Azel was just some sort of undead insomniac.

If it was all meant to be torture, then Azel was doing a pretty good job (had this been a POW camp, Dean would have spilled his guts just to get him to shut up)

Every time he opened his mouth to make some snide remark, Dean rolled his eyes…if he had something to beat his head against he would have done so until comatose.

"Well, Dean, I must leave you now" Azel said finally. 'Thank god' Dean thought. Azel looked him over from his position in the corner shadows before "tomorrow night…I think that time you will change" he left the room, leaving Dean.

'To hell with that' he thought 'I'd rather eat my own arm'

He tested his bonds again, to come to same conclusion as before. Then he began scanning the room for anything that might help. Salvation came from a loose nail in the floor board not far from him.

'That'll work' he thought. He then began the process of tipping his chair, landing hard on his right shoulder. The nail was unfortunately not as strong as he had suspected, breaking off and flying across the floor leaving only a hole where it once was.

'Give me a break…please'