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TODAY

PALO ALTO, CALIFORNIA

Twenty-two-year old Sam sat at the desk he had in his apartment, working on an essay. A pair of arms slipped around his neck and for a moment, he tensed. Had Meg or his father found him?

"Geez. You're jumpy," a voice teased. Sam relaxed. It was only his girlfriend, Jessica Moore.

"Sorry," he apologized. His eyes clouded.

"What's wrong?" Jessica asked.

"I guess I'm just worried about what's been going on lately," Sam confessed. Jessica nodded. It made sense. A lot of people from campus had been found murdered out in the woods. She didn't blame Sam for being worried.

"Well, hey. The police are on top of it. They're gonna catch this guy," she assured him. He blew out a breath.

"Yeah, you're right," he agreed. Sure they'll catch him. If they have a stake and holy water, he thought to himself. After the third death, Sam had done some digging and had discovered that each victim had been found with two puncture wounds in their necks and had been drained of blood. However, he couldn't do anything about it. He didn't want his father or sister to have any trace of him. Seeing her boyfriend's vacant stare, Jessica grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her.

"Hey. Don't worry. Everything's gonna be okay," she assured, tracing the burn mark on his right cheekbone. Where he had gotten it, she had no idea. She had asked about it once, but he had snapped at her, so she had dropped the subject.

"Come on. Let's go party," Jessica suggested.

"But I---" Sam protested.

"Need a break," Jessica interrupted. "Let's go," she told him.

"Do I have to?" Sam asked.

"Yes," Jessica answered. He sighed good-naturedly.

"What would I do without you?" he asked. She pretended to think.

"Crash and burn," she replied. He chuckled and kissed her. Then, they walked out. Meanwhile, twenty-six-year old Dean Winchester walked to the abandoned building that was providing shelter for the vampire pack he had tracked here, a crossbow in his hands. He kicked in the door.

"Rise and shine, boys and girls. It's your wake up call," he announced. Then, he started shooting. The sunlight helped to destroy some of the vampires, but most of them died by the hunter's hands. When he was finished, he headed for the local bar where he ordered a beer. The beverage was served and Dean took a swig, looking around at the couples on the dance floor. One couple in particular stood out. Maybe it was because the guy was so stinkin' tall---at least six feet. Or maybe it was because his date was having a blast and he didn't look quite so happy. Just then, Dean's cellphone rang. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the caller i.d.: John Winchester. The man hit the 'talk' button.

"Yes, Sir?" he queried.

"Did you take care of the vampire problem?" his father asked.

"Yes, Sir," he responded.

"Where are you now?" John queried.

"Local bar," Dean answered.

"All right. I'll see you at the hotel tonight," John said.

"Yes, Sir," Dean agreed. Then, he hung up. Then, he took another drink. He watched as someone came up to the couple and said something that the girl's date obviously didn't like. He pushed the guy back and she grabbed his arm, keeping him from taking further action. The other guy put his hands up in a surrendering manner and then walked on. Hours later, the couple left, as did Dean. As they approached the apartment, Sam stiffened. There was something wrong. Something felt off.

"Jess, stay here," Sam said softly.

"Sam?" Jessica asked in confusion.

"Just stay here," Sam repeated. He walked into the room. His eyes narrowed as he saw a familiar figure in the middle of the living space.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in dread.

"What's the matter, big brother? Aren't you glad to see me?" Meg smirked.

"How'd you find me?" Sam wondered. He hadn't used any of his powers. There was no way dad or his sister could've been able to find him.

"Sammy, you know father has his ways," Meg reminded him.

"Get out of here, Meg. Before it goes badly...for all of us," Sam warned.

"Sammy, everything's already started," Meg stated, grinning widely. Sam stared at her in confused apprehension.

"Wha---" his question trailed off as he heard Jessica cry out.

"JESS!" Sam ran towards the door only to be thrown back telekinetically. He groaned as he landed at his sister's feet.

"Not so fast, Sammy," Meg scolded, kneeling down and straddling him. He grunted and tried to get up, but his sister held him down. He watched as a man walked in, dragging Jessica with him.

"NO!" he shouted, increasing his struggle.

"I told you, Sam. I told you I'd make you pay," his father told him.

"NO! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!" Sam shouted. "Look---do---do whatever you want to me, just leave her out of this," he continued. Now Jessica was really frightened. She didn't know what was going on and Sam looked really scared.

"You brought this on yourself, Sam," his father said. His eyes began to darken and Sam went wild.

"NO! Please! Please don't take her! Please!" he yelled. He shifted his weight and managed to throw his sister off. Then, he lunged towards his father, knocking him to the ground and causing him to release his girlfriend.

"Big mistake, boy," the man growled. Sam threw a punch, and then found himself once again pinned to the floor. "Like I said, big mistake, boy," he growled. With that, he used a nail to slash the young man's leg. He cried out in pain, which ended in a whimper as he felt the searing pain enter his body. Meanwhile, Jessica had started to crawl away. Meg noticed this and jumped in front of her.

"I don't think so, sweetie," she smirked.

"I don't understand. What do you people want with me?" Jessica asked.

"It's nothing against you personally. It's just that Sammy broke the rules," Meg answered, almost apologetically. Without warning, she hauled Jessica to her feet. The man stood up, ignoring his son who was still writhing in pain. Jessica tried to break free, but Meg's grip was too strong. The man approached her.

"Don't worry, little girl. You won't feel much," he sneered.

"Please," Sam moaned. "Not her," he groaned, pulling himself to his knees.

"You were warned, Sam," his father stated. Then, he slashed Jessica across the stomach and telekinetically threw her on the ceiling.

"NO!" Sam shouted. Blood dripped, and then she burst into flames!

"NO!" Sam screamed. Meg laughed.

"See ya around, Sammy," she stated. Then, the two disappeared. As the flames billowed, Sam hobbled out of the building. Meanwhile, Dean and John were heading to their respective cars when they noticed the fire.

"What the---" Dean's question faded as a tall, lanky kid came stumbling out. The hunter's eyes widened when he realized that it was the same guy he had seen in the bar.

"Oh, my gosh!" John exclaimed. Together, father and son ran to the boy, grabbed him, and dragged him to safety.

"Kid? Kid, you okay?" Dean asked, as they steadied him.

"Jess," he whispered. Then, collapsed into John's arms.