CHAPTER SEVEN
CHICAGO, ILLINOIS – A WEEK LATER
The Winchester siblings had been lying low for the past week and finally decided to make their way to Chicago, where their father said they would meet them. Alana hadn't changed at all from her vampire-state, still teasing and moving about as if she was alive.
Sam stopped himself, to him she was alive. His sister. Sister. But what would happen when the need for blood was too great and she went after one of them? What would happen then?
"Sam?" she asked as Dean came to a stop. She placed her hand on his shoulder, "Are you alright?"
He nodded, "Just tired."
"I bet. This has ben a hard week on us all."
Dean got out of the car, the sun beaming down on them. Alana got out of the car and hissed in pain, darting into the shade. This had been the second time her skin could not tolerate the sun's ray and she was beginning to think she had turned more from the week before then ever.
"Are you alright Alana?" Sam asked and jumped out of the car and to his sister's side.
"I'm fine. Sam, I think I'm turning more. Oh god, what am I going to do?"
Dean leant against the car, looking to his brother and sister, overhearing their conversation.
"I think it's time we went to Missouri. She would know what to do."
"Will Alana last that long Dean?"
He shrugged, "I dunno Sam, I just don't know."
Sam hit the wall with his fists, Alana jumped in fear. She was worried about her brother; he'd been acting weird since Ohio.
"Sam?"
"Quiet Alana."
She reached out and grabbed his chin and looked into his eyes and was stunned to find vampire blood within them. How could this happen?
"Dear god, not you too Sam."
"Majestic got us all sister dearest." He said and turned to his brother, "Dean just isn't showing signs yet. Maybe I should bite him and be done with it."
Alana grabbed his arm and whispered dangerously into his ear, "You let your brother be. We have a demon to kill, not one another. Think of Jess and your mom, my mom for god's sake!"
He closed his eyes and slumped to the ground, suddenly looking old, "What's happening to us Alana?"
"All I can say is welcome to my world."
Sam shook his head. This wasn't supposed to happen and what would dad do when he found out?
Dad. Oh shit!
He watched as his dad's truck pulled in, Sam climbed quickly to his feet and pushed Alana behind him. He wasn't sure how dad would react to this all.
Dean greeted him with a hug, Sam was reluctant.
"What's wrong Sam? What's happened?" he asked and saw his daughter. "Alana?"
"Hi daddy." She said, pulling Sam off of her and stepping forward, "We sorta have a problem."
"What is it sweetheart?"
"Sam and I are…" she bit her lip, "We're vampires. Majestic didn't know I was bit by her sister and somehow Sam…" she stomped her foot, "Damnit daddy, why us?"
He pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair, "Alana, Majestic is your mother. The woman that raised you was a stranger, someone who had to take care of you."
She pulled away and looked at him in anger, "What am I then, a freak!"
"No. You're MY daughter."
She shook her head in anger, "Damn you!" she hissed and threw herself up against the wall and slid to the ground.
"Alana, the boys were destined to be who they are, you were not. I'm sorry this happened to you, but you have a prophet to fulfill now."
"To do what dad? Kill something that may be something like me?"
"To kill Meg. She is the demon. Once she's dead and I hope Missouri is right, you will all become human once more."
"What if she's wrong?" she asked.
"Then I don't know."
"Damn you father. This is all your fault!"
"I know Alana. I messed up, but the past is the past we have evil to kill."
"Then do it without me."
John walked over and grabbed his daughter by the arm, yanking her to her feet with definite strength. "You think you're the only one with vampire blood then think again kid, I have it too. I want Meg dead do you HEAR me!"
"Let me go."
He didn't budge and Sam was beginning to get angry, all of a sudden his father was on the ground, looking up to him.
"You know what you are Sam, you can hurt anyone with a thought. But you protect your sister as if she's weak. She isn't."
"But she's young and she's MY sister. I'll protect her if I want to!"
"Fine. But we have work to do and the full moon is almost here. If Meg isn't dead by then, we're dead."
