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DISCLAIMER

Supernatural and the resurrection plot belong to the WB. I only own Cassie and her followers. Oh, and anything you don't recognize from vampire books or flicks, I've made up.

Back in Santa Cruz, Cassie chuckled sinisterly as she stared at the ones that had brought her back.

"You have done well," she commended.

"I thank you," the other head female responded.

"Now to go get my claim," Cassie declared.

"We fly?" the vampires asked as one.

"We fly," Cassie confirmed. With that, they took to the skies. In their hotel room, Sam had finally quieted down.

"Dad, what the heck is going on?" Dean asked quietly, making sure not to wake his brother. "I've never seen Sammy like that," he continued.

"This is all my fault. I shoulda kept tabs on the grave," John said to himself.

"What are you talkin' about?" Dean wondered.

"Sammy. This wasn't supposed to be happening. Not now," John responded. They were interrupted by a scream from Sam.

"Easy, Sam," Dean comforted, smoothing back his brother's hair.

"I don't understand. The herbs have never worn off this quickly before," John said in confusion. Just then, they heard a loud thunk on the roof.

"That could be why," Dean stated. John grabbed a couple of guns and tossed one to Dean. Throughout this, thuds and thunks continued to be heard.

"Sa----a----a---amy!" a voice called.

"Oh, no," Dean said. Sam screamed in pain. John cocked his gun.

"Well, they can't come in unless they're invited, right?" Dean checked.

"That's right," John confirmed.

"Sa---a---a---amy," a voice called again. Sam moaned.

"No," he said.

"Don't worry, Sam. They're not gettin' in," Dean assured, mimicking his father's act of cocking his gun. Cassie called out again and this time, Sam sat up and started to rise, causing the oldest Wincher to turn around.

"Oh, shoot," John said.

"What?" Dean queried.

"He's starting to respond to her call," John answered. Sam climbed out of the bed and began to walk towards the door.

"Sammy, no!" John exclaimed. As he tried to restrain his youngest, the door opened. Dean immediately fired. Sure vampires couldn't come in without an invited, but there was no way that these freaks would get his little brother. Various shrieks and hisses of pain told him that he had hit his targets. While of this was going on, Sam pushed past his father, coming closer to the door. Hearing footsteps behind him, Dean glanced over his shoulder.

"Oh, shoot," he stated, realizing what was happening. Dean knew that he couldn't let Sam become vampire bait and that he couldn't help himself. Well, desperate times called for desperate measures. Dean reared his arm back and brought the barrel of his gun to his brother's temple.

"Sorry, Sammy," he apologized. Sam silently sank to the floor.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Yeah, I know that last part is pretty much from "Asylum", but I figured it fit for this story.