A/N: Sam and Meg find Luther and meet a couple of familiar faces. Thanks for coming along for the ride. I hope you are enjoying the read. Reviews/Comments would make my day. NC

Chapter 11

"Here, you might want to rinse your mouth out," Meg suggested as she offered him part of a bottle of water.

"Thanks," Sam nodded taking the bottle and opening it. He sipped the water and swished it round in his mouth before spitting it out and doing it again hoping to get the coppery, after taste out. He stood on unsteady legs and handed the empty bottle back to her. "For the blood. Can you still track them?"

"Yes, I can smell their fear," Meg told him. "They don't have that much of a head start."

"Lead the way, I need that blood if I'm going to be able to make the cure."

Meg turned and slowly smelled the air around them before heading into the trees, following their scent. Sam fell in behind her and tried to match her steady pace. She wove in and around the live barriers ahead of them. She stopped several times, checking broken branches, pieces of cloth snagged on limbs, and the ground for footprints. They moved quickly and Meg pulled ahead of Sam, trying to be sure she was going in the right direction.

Sam didn't know how long they had been walking. It seemed time moved differently in Purgatory and his body's internal clock wasn't working right. The little healing Castiel had done to his body was allowing him to keep pace with Meg, though he was still feeling a little weak from the blood loss and the changes happening to him. He stopped every so often to leave a marker for them to follow it back and for Castiel to trail them.

The sky around them seemed to be lightening as what was called day in Purgatory began to unfold. The pair had only gone a short distance when a warrior cry pierced the air ahead of them. They froze in their tracks for only a moment when another scream of pain and anger replaced it, to be suddenly cut off before it reached its climax.

Sam and Meg broke out of their trance and raced forward, dodging trees and boulders to skid to a stop and stare wide eyed with their mouths gaping open at the scene in front of them.

Lenora was on the ground with her head hanging strangely to the side with another female towering over her. Luther was on the ground nearby, clutching a shattered arm to his chest as he tried to scoot away from his attacker that was another female who was growling and stalking him. Her fingers ended in claws, but Sam couldn't see her face.

"Wait!" Sam yelled not sure what he should do. He didn't want to save Luther's life, but he needed his blood. "Before you kill him, I need something from him."

The attacker stilled over Luther and slowly turned her head because she knew that voice. It was a lifetime ago, one that she would never forget.

"Sam?" the female werewolf asked in surprise.

"Madison?" Sam gasped in total shock. "Oh my god! Is that really you?"

"You know her?" Meg mumbled.

"Hello, Uncle Sam," the other female spoke as she stepped closer to Madison, holding an evil looking weapon out in front of her.

"Emma?" Sam gulped as his face paled because he knew her too; he had killed her before she could kill Dean. She was Dean's daughter from an Amazon warrior. She had aged to a teenager in only a few days and to become one of them, she had to kill Dean and take his hands.

"Don't tell me you know her too," Meg grunted with a roll of her eyes. "It seems you get around as much as your brother."

"What are you doing here? I heard rumors there was a human in this land, but never dreamed it was you."

"It's not me, it's Dean. He's been trapped here with a friend of ours. I came to rescue them."

"My Dad is here?" Emma asked frowning at him.

"Whoa, didn't see that coming," Meg grunted under her breath as she studied the young woman and could see a slight resemblance to Dean. "Any more surprises going to pop out at us?"

"Be quiet," Sam whispered urgently to her, not wanting set anyone off.

"Why shouldn't I kill that bastard?" Madison questioned as she pulled the beast inward and looked over her shoulder at him. She planted a booted foot down hard on Luther's stomach to keep him from moving and trying to get up.

"I need his blood," Sam said. He stood tall, trying to not act as scared as he was feeling. "He fed me his blood. Here, I'm okay, but when we get home, the intense cravings will return. If I drink human blood, I'll turn into a vampire for good. But I have a cure and I need his blood as the last ingredient."

"Then I can kill him?" Madison boldly asked.

"Fine with me, but why do you want him dead so badly?"

"Him and his nest killed three of my group for no reason at all!" Madison spat. "They did nothing to deserve it. All they wanted was to spill blood and it didn't matter whose it was."

"He wasn't much different before he died," Sam surmised staring daggers at him.

"Take your blood so I can finish this," Madison told him moving her foot to Luther's neck and pressing hard making him gasp and gag.

Sam only hesitated for a moment before hurrying over to Luther's prone body and dropping down beside him. He pulled out a knife from his jacket and the empty water bottle from his pack. Sam grabbed Luther's good arm and jerked it toward him so he could slice a deep cut across his wrist. He put the bottle under the flow of the blood and capture half a bottle before letting go and standing back up. He capped the bottle and put it into his pack and stepped away.

"Do what you want with him," Sam stated as he walked back to Meg. He heard an angry growl and a weak cry from Luther that was cut off by a sickening, wet, slap of something ripping at flesh. It grew quiet around him and he looked over at Meg to see her eyeing the two women behind him. She had not let her guard down and he could see her holding her machete by her side, ready to protect herself if needed.

"It's not safe for you to be roaming around here," Madison spoke to him. She walked over to stand by him, leaving Luther's dead body lying bleeding out on the ground.

"I know, but I need to find Dean so we can get out of here."

"I'll help," she replied staring up into Sam's face. She could see he was fighting the change and noticed the tremble in his hands and the sweat across his forehead. She could see the crazed look in his bloodshot eyes and was surprised at how well he seemed to be controlling it.

"I'm sorry…" Sam whispered to her as he let his gaze lock with hers as sorrow and remorse filled them.

"It's okay Sam. You were only doing what I asked you to. I hold no resentment toward you. You gave me peace and stopped me from killing anyone else."

"I didn't know about this place," Sam offered, dropping his gaze. "I would never have done it."

"Sam, it wouldn't have mattered. Here, I'm not the only monster and I can't hurt innocent people. I killed people Sam, if it had not been you, someone else would have killed me eventually and I would have ended up here."

"You didn't tell me about Uncle Sam here," Emma butted in. "Guess we both had secrets we never told. He put me here too."

"Sam?" Madison asked looking between the two with a puzzled look on her face.

"She was going to kill Dean. I had to stop her because Dean couldn't do it. It was the Amazon way of becoming a warrior and joining the rest of them," Sam spoke before Emma said anything else. "There was no other way."

"Just like me. There was no other way." Madison laid a hand on Sam's arm for a moment and gave him a small smile.

"I hate to break this reunion up and all. But we really need to go find your brother and Clarence," Meg told Sam.

"Emma, are we good?" Sam asked her finally looking her way. He didn't think he had the strength to fight her if she attacked him.

"Do you mean, do I want to kill you for killing me…I don't have those desires to kill Dean or you. Guess this place changes you. All those deep-seated needs are suppressed since I've been here, it's a matter of survival, kill or be killed. I don't mind it really, especially now that I found Madison and the tribe."

"Good to know."

"Okay Sam, we'll help you find Dean," Madison told him. "Where do we go?"

"Head back toward the river, I guess. Castiel was going to find Dean while Meg and I came after Luther."

"We've haven't been introduced," Madison spoke to Meg. "I'm Madison and that's Emma."

"Meg," Meg replied in a stiff voice.

"I know you're not human, but you're not a monster like us either. What are you?"

"She's a demon," Sam answered for her.

"Cool it Sam, I can speak for myself," said Meg in an annoyed voice.

"He is very protective, isn't he?"

"We have mutual enemies and became allies," Sam tried to explain.

"We need to pick up the pace gang. I don't like being in one place too long." Meg looked around and strained to hear any foreign sounds that meant danger to them.

"Meg's right, we need to find Dean and Cas before some other monsters do."

"Emma, you want to scout ahead for us?" Madison asked. "You know the way to the river?"

"No problem. I'd like to see 'Dad' again." Emma jogged away and disappeared into the forest as the others followed behind her at slightly slower pace.

"How did you and Emma hook up?" Sam asked Madison, curious of their story.

"We sort of ran into each other, literally. We were both running and trying to avoid the monsters. When we saw neither of us wanted to really kill the other, well, we decided it would be safer to stay together so we could have each other's backs. As time went on, we found others like us. You don't have to kill survive here."

"I'm happy you found each other and haven't been alone all this time," he huffed as he breathed hard.

They lapsed into silence as they hurried back through the woods toward the river. Meg stayed by Sam's side to be sure he didn't lag behind and threw his arm around her shoulders when she saw him falter and almost stumble several times. She could tell the change was affecting him more than he let on and hoped they found the others soon so they could get the hell out of here.

"You going to be okay Sam?" Meg questioned. She could feel the trembling of his body and smell the body odor coming off him, see the sweat dripping down his face and soaking his shirt, and hear his heart racing way too fast.

"I'm fine," Sam growled pulling his arm away as he worked on not falling while putting one foot in front of the other and keeping up with the others. He wasn't hiding his sickness as well as he thought.