After leaving Carly's, the boys stopped at the closest motel they could find. Once checked in, Dean hit the sack almost instantly. Driving two whole days can do that to a person and godforbid Sam take the wheel so Dean could take a break.

While Dean slept, Sam tossed and turned. He couldn't stop thinking about Carly. Not just because of her beauty, but there was more. There was a pit growing in his stomach and his gut was never wrong.

After laying down for a solid hour, Sam got up to go to the bathroom. He flipped the light switch and closed the door behind him. He turned on the squeaky tap as he splashed water up at his face. Why was he so worried about this girl? I mean wanting to save people was Sam and Dean's thing, but this was different...it felt different.

Sam reached for the towel as a sharp pain ached in his temple. The world began to spin as he fell backward into the wall, everything around him fading into something new.

Carly was on the couch watching TV when a knock sounded at the door. She shot around as a bad feeling crept over her. She ignored the knock when it sounded again only louder. She knew the person wouldn't just leave, so she slowly rose from the couch and approached the door with caution.

She went to the door and flung it open, surprised to find no one there. So, she closed the door and within seconds of closing it, another knock sounded against the glass. With annoyance, she reopened the door to yell at whoever was messing with her, but when she saw who it was, that anger quickly turned into fear.

Carly tried to slam the door shut, but the person's foot was just close enough to the opening to block her from doing so. She tried again and again, but the door just wouldn't close. Finally, she let the door fly open, putting a dent in the wall behind it.

"You can't come in unless you're invited," Carly yelled, raising her fingers into a makeshift cross.

The man on the other side of the barrier noticed the cross and laughed. "Oh, that won't work on me, even if you had an actual cross, but you see darling...I don't need an invitation if I can just make you let me in."

His eyes flickered to hers, staring deeply into her emerald jewels. She tried to look away, but her mind kept her from doing so. Her body relaxed as she looked deeper and deeper into his eyes. As if she was swimming in them.

"Let me in," he ordered in a monotone voice.

She nodded. "Please come in."

He smiled, taking a hesitant step over the threshold. As he did, Carly broke from her trance and realized what she just did. She backed into the wall as he appeared before her.

"Please...don't kill me," Carly begged.

The vampire smiled at her pleading. "You've seen too much...this is the only way."

Just as he bit Carly, Sam woke up breathing heavily. He got to his shaky feet and tried to calm himself down with deep breaths. Without a second thought, he went into the bedroom and woke Dean up who was not thrilled at the sudden movement.

"What?" Dean asked groggily.

"He's coming for Carly. We need to go now," Sam said.

He slid on his shirt and looked for where Dean put the keys. Dean slowly rose, watching Sam run around the room like a chicken with its head cut off.

"Hold your horses, how do you know this vamp is coming tonight for Carly?" Dean asked, grabbing Sam's arm.

Sam sighed. "I had a vision and they've never been wrong. So, can you let go of me so we can go to Carly's and stop her from being killed?"

"Sam, what if your vision is wrong?" Dean asked.

"If it is then no harm no foul, right?" Sam asked, pulling his arm from Dean's grasp.

Sam grabbed the keys from the small table near the door and went out to the car, going around to the trunk to double check that they had everything they needed. This was the most frantic Sam had ever gotten when it came to saving anyone and Dean took notice.

"I didn't know you could fall for someone this fast," Dean mumbled with crossed arms.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Sam said, acting clueless.

"Sammy, it's obvious," Dean said with a sigh. "We save people all the time from vampires, werewolves, ghosts...you name it, but you have never once been this anxious to save someone. You're acting like it's someone you've known forever rather than someone you just met a few hours ago."

Sam stopped what he was doing and met Dean's gaze. "Fine, yeah I am acting a little more anxious, but that's because I see myself in Carly."

Dean held back a laugh as Sam glared toward him. Dean's smile faded as he tried to stay serious, avoiding the thought of the innuendo.

Sam sighed and continued to explain. "She has a darkness behind her eyes that I caught instantly. She and I both blame ourselves for everything that goes wrong as we push those feelings down deep because it's easier to not feel them at all. There was also something else that caught my eye. Something about her made me want to protect her, whatever that may be."

"It's called love at first sight," Dean replied.

"Shut up," Sam mumbled, closing the trunk.

"You've fallen in love, Sammy," Dean repeated with a wide smile.

"Get in or I'm leaving without you," Sam snapped.

Dean and Sam glared at one another for several moments, until Dean caved. Sam threw him the keys and he reluctantly pulled out of the parking lot. This was dumb and they both knew that, but Sam wanted to save this girl and Dean wasn't going to let him go alone.

Halfway to the house, Sam's phone rang from within his pocket. Carly's name was on the caller I.D. Sam and Dean looked at one another as Sam picked up the phone. "Hey Carly, what's up?"

"Someone's at the house. They keep knocking and I'm scared to open the door," Carly whispered.

"Don't open that door, okay? We're on our way," Sam said.

"I'll try, but if it continues it'll wake up my dad and I don't know what I'm supposed to tell him to get him to leave the door closed," Carly worried.

"Just think of any excuse you can. We'll be there in less than ten minutes," Sam pleaded.

"Just please hurry."

Sam ended the call as his gaze met Dean's, Dean understanding the look as he sped up. A few minutes later, they pulled up to the house, noticing the front door was wide open. Sam got out of his seat, machete in hand. Dean scrambled after him as the boys made their way up the driveway.

The feeling of dread built in both of them as the scent of blood came wafting out the front door. With caution they entered to find the house completely trashed, a mangled body lying face down in a pool of blood. Sam kneeled down and turned the body over to reveal Carly's father, a ragged bite in the side of his throat.

Dean meanwhile checked around the rest of the house, finding no sign of Carly or the vampire that had taken her. When Dean returned, Sam had risen to his feet with anger flaring in his eyes.

"She's not here," Dean announced.

"We shouldn't have left her alone," Sam muttered with fire behind his eyes. "If we had brought her with us, she wouldn't have been taken and her father would still be alive."

"Sammy, we didn't know."

"Yes, we did. We knew she was next and we left anyway," Sam muttered with clenched fists.

Suddenly, Sam's phone began to ring. He pulled it out and saw Carly's name on the caller I.D. He quickly put the phone to his ear.

The other voice spoke first. "Hello, Sam Winchester."

"Where is she?" Sam asked.

"Carly's in good hands for now," The voice said with a laugh. "That is if I decide to keep her alive. I may just dig into that pretty neck of hers like I did her father's."

"If you put your fangs anywhere near her, so help God I will make you sorry!" Sam spat.

The vampire laughed. "I'd like to see you try. I'm at my club across town. The address is 1324 Hobson Lane and you better hurry. I still have a fairly empty stomach and my companions are just as thirsty. I wouldn't dilly dally if I were you."

The line went dead. Sam shoved the phone back into his pocket as he headed out to the car. Dean ran after him, catching his arm as Sam had his hand on the car door handle.

"Sam, we need to think about this. We're walking into a trap and we know it too. We are not prepared," Dean pleaded.

"We have machetes in the trunk, right?" Sam asked.

"Yeah."

"Then we're prepared," Sam said, getting into the car.

Dean sighed before joining him. Sam went into his phone's GPS and typed in the address. The boys headed over in complete silence. When they arrived, Sam got out of the car, heading for the building.

Dean quickly caught up to him. "How are we going to approach this?"

"Simple. We find Carly and kill any vamp that decides to get in our way," Sam quickly responded, unsheathing his machete.

"Usually, I'm the one who just goes in swinging," Dean pointed out.

"Is there a problem with that?" Sam asked.

"No, not at all."

The boys went around back, even though it didn't really matter as the vamps knew they were coming. Sam grabbed the handle of the metal door and pulled it open with ease. He led the way through a semi-decent kitchen into the back of a bar.

The bar was inside a giant room, which was the dance floor of the club. It was a cement room with a balcony and lots and lots of space. If the club wasn't infested with vampires, Dean might have actually considered checking it out.

Sam scanned the room to find Carly on the other end tied to a wooden chair with a gag in her mouth. He bee-lined it toward her as Dean caught stride with him. Sam kneeled down in front of her, checking any open skin for bite marks and finding none. Dean went around the chair and undid her bindings while removing the gag.

Sam placed a hand beneath Carly's nose to check for breathing. When he felt her hot breath, he relaxed even more, placing his hand on her cheek. His touch was like an electric shock as Carly's eyes flew open. She looked around bewildered before her gaze landed on Sam's.

She smiled with tears in her eyes. "They killed my dad and took me. I tried to keep my dad from opening the door but he wouldn't listen."

"I'm sorry we didn't make it in time to save your father, but I promise you, my brother and I will keep you safe. Can you stand?" Sam said.

"Yeah, I think so."

Sam grabbed Carly's hand and helped her up. The three made their way across the room as Dean sensed movement from behind him, noticing a figure out of the corner of his eye. Without even really looking, he tightened his grasp around the handle of his machete and swung around, cutting the vampire's head off in one clean swipe.

Carly's eyes went wide. "Holy Crap!"

"Awesome right?" Dean smiled.

Sam looked back at him with annoyance. "Really, Dean?"

Carly glanced toward the corpse and swallowed the spit in her throat. "So, you don't stake vampires like in the movies?"

"No, beheading is the only sure fire way." Dean replied, wiping his machete off on his pants. "They also have way more fangs than your stereotypical Dracula."

Carly silently nodded as they headed for the exit. After a few feet, loud footsteps coming from the other side of the room could be heard. Sam and Dean pushed Carly behind them as ten more bloodsuckers came into the room with fangs bared. One man stepped out in front of the rest.

"I think you have something that belongs to me." The man said with a viscous smile. "Get em' boys!"

The vamps smiled as they lunged at Sam and Dean. They were completely surrounded but that didn't stop them. They took out their machetes and started slicing. They were split up and Sam was surrounded by 5 vamps alone. He cut one's head off, and then pain shot through his leg as he looked down to see a vampire biting his ankle.

"Disgusting," Sam muttered, cutting the thing's head off as he continued fighting the others.

Dean on the other hand was slicing and dicing with no vamp getting close enough to injure him. After almost 5 minutes of fighting the vampires off, they were all dead. What the brothers didn't realize was while they were distracted, the man had taken Carly and put her in a chokehold.

When the last vamp dropped, Sam and Dean turned their attention to the leader. He held Carly tight against him, but not tight enough to cut off her airflow. He smiled at the boys with smugness.

"Put your weapons down or I'll snap her neck like a twig," he threatened.

"We can talk about this," Sam said.

"I said PUT THEM DOWN!" The vamp yelled, squeezing Carly's throat just a little bit tighter.

Sam and Dean set their machetes down on the cold, cement floor. The vamp smiled at their compliance and grabbed at Carly's hair, moving it aside. Sam slowly took a step forward, catching the vamp's attention.

"Look, you don't have to do this. Just let her come with us and we'll leave you alone. Please," Sam pleaded.

The vamp's smile widened. "Now why would I do something like that? Why would I give up such a beautiful specimen? I can smell the crimson through her skin like liquid ambrosia. My mouth is just watering at the thought of sinking my fangs into her pretty little neck. Why don't you hunters just leave her with me? I'll shut down my club and everything if you let me have her."

Sam's gaze met Carly's. He saw behind those emerald eyes fear and something else. She was willing to die if it meant no one else would get hurt. Sam decided at that very moment he was going to save her no matter the cost. So with quick thinking he mouthed for Carly to move and she understood instantly.

Carly used her foot to kick the man in the groin. A human would have collapsed to the floor, but he was just shocked she attacked him that he let her go. Once free, Sam and Dean made their move. Dean went first, slicing at the vamp as he grabbed Dean by the throat and threw him into the opposite wall, knocking him out cold.

Sam went next and got a good knick in the vamp's arm. They went at it for several minutes before the vamp knocked the machete out of Sam's hand and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him into the air. He struggled against the vamp's grasp, his face slowly turning red. Carly could tell the vamp was about to feed on Sam and she wouldn't watch another person turn into vampire food.

Carly grabbed the machete that Sam had dropped and went for the monster. The vamp was turned away from her so with one quick swipe she could hopefully end him. Carly raised the blade into the air, but as she was about to strike, he caught on.

"Not so fast," The vamp said, grabbing the machete midair.

"Aw..." Carly gasped as he bent her wrist the wrong way to make her drop the blade.

"Do you really think you can kill me with that?" he said, throwing Sam to the floor.

"Well, that was kind of the whole idea," Carly sarcastically commented as his hand wrapped around her throat.

"You're one interesting girl. First you hit me, which was very brave of you, then you try to behead me. Why aren't you scared to attack me?" The vamp asked, his face nearing hers.

"I'm not scared because I watched you kill my friends and my family, which gives me motivation to end you," Carly said, gasping for air.

"Interesting. Maybe, I won't kill you. Maybe, I'll turn you." he smiled wide. "That would be the worst punishment, wouldn't it? Becoming the thing that killed everyone you care about?"

The vamp pulled Carly's head backward and sank his fangs into her neck. She'd seen a lot of vampire movies and read a lot of vampire books, but none of them described the pain. She could barely breathe, barely think, barely move at all. All she could feel was every drop of blood leaving her neck. She could feel herself dying and it wasn't like in a movie where your life flashes before your eyes, there was nothing...nothing at all.

"Wait, you taste different...you're..." The vamp muttered, lifting his head to speak.

Before he could finish his head fell to the floor. Carly collapsed, trying to regain her breath. When the vamp's body fell, Sam was standing behind where it stood. Sam kneeled down beside Carly and pulled his shirt off, placing it upon her throat.

"Are you okay?" Sam worried, checking her over.

"Weak, but I'll be fine," Carly smiled, looking up at him. "I'm stronger than I look."

"Yes, you are," Sam smiled in return.

He placed an arm beneath her legs and one around her back, picking her up bridal style. As he did, Dean appeared beside them, rubbing his now sore head. Sam took Carly out to the car as Dean went to destroy evidence.

Sam helped Carly into the backseat and decided to sit back there with her. Dean came out a few minutes later and as they started driving away, an explosion sounded behind them. Carly passed out shortly after, Sam keeping pressure on her neck as Dean drove.

Dean looked back at Sam with a sigh. "I think we should take her to Bobby."

"You can't be serious?" Sam asked

"What other choice do we have?" Dean asked with a shrug. "We can't just take her home as the cops are most likely swarming it as we speak. You and I are all she has and Carly deserves to learn how to defend herself."

Sam looked down at Carly's sleeping figure with a sigh. "She doesn't deserve a life like this."

"I agree, but she doesn't have anywhere else to go." Dean muttered sadly. "Everyone she has ever cared about is dead. Normality's no longer an option."