And you should know that the lies wont hide your flaws
No sense in hiding all of yours
You gave up on your dreams along the way
Good god your coming up with reasons
Good god your dragging it out
Good god its the changing of the seasons
...
I can fake with the best of anyone
I can fake with the best of them all
I can fake with the best of anyone
I can fake it all
Who's to know if your soul will fade at all
The one you sold to fool the world
You lost your self-esteem along the way
...
And just fake it if your out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong here
Fake it if you feel like infection
You're such a fucking hypocrite
Seether - Fake It
After their flight back from Scotland, Sam and Dean came to Sioux Falls where I was still staying with Bobby. I tried to pretend that everything was fine as we all spent time together, something we hadn't done in a while. But it was becoming painfully obvious that it wasn't fine, not at all.
Sam was jittery. He was constantly walking outside to talk on the phone. He seemed like he wanted to just bolt, but something was holding him back. He rarely spoke to me, and God knows that never would've happened before. The Sam I used to know would've wanted to ask how I was doing almost constantly, to the point of it becoming annoying. Especially with me being pregnant. He'd push for me to go see a doctor or to start taking prenatal vitamins.
But this Sam, he was distant. It was like he didn't care, not really. He looked at me with this fake compassion in his eyes. It was all so forced and he was a horrible liar.
I laid on the bed, under the covers with my hands resting on my stomach, which was beginning to grow larger. The sun shined in through the window, casting an orange glow in the darkness behind my eyelids. The bed dipped beside me and I felt a kiss being pressed against my forehead. I opened my eyes, seeing Dean there, looking down at me with a smile.
"Morning," I smiled back.
"Morning, Cherry Pie," Dean grinned, his eyes glancing down to my stomach underneath the sheets. "How's the little Cowboy?"
"Good."
"Need anything?"
"No, I'm fine," I replied, pushing myself into a sitting position. I noticed Dean was dressed in some jeans, a t-shirt and his jacket, and I raised an eyebrow at that. He hadn't gotten out of his sweatpants since the plane touched down in the U.S. "Going somewhere?"
He hesitated. "Actually, yeah. Sam found another job," Dean mumbled, not looking me in the eye.
"Where?" I asked.
Dean shrugged. "Just some small town in Illinois."
"How'd he-" I paused, remembering that it was Sam after all. "What about?"
"Bunch of missing girls. Seven in six days."
My eyes went wide. "Whoa."
"Yeah."
"So he thinks it's our thing?"
"Guess so," Dean shrugged. "Hey, can't hurt to check it out, right?"
"I guess not," I muttered, standing up, heading over to the closet. "When are we leaving?"
Just as I was about to pull out my duffel bag, Dean got up and stopped me, placing a hand over mine. "You're not coming," he insisted firmly.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "What?"
"Stay here where it's safe," he pleaded.
"Again?" I huffed. "Dean, Bobby is driving me nuts. If I have to hear that old geezer complain about some stupid sports game on TV one more time, I'm gonna lose it."
Dean smiled, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. "Please? Just- it''ll give me peace of mind to know that you and the baby are safe. You can't be running around out there right now."
"But-"
"Tori, we've already been over this. Can you please just stay?" Dean asked. "Please?"
"That look isn't gonna work on me, Winchester," I said, folding my arms.
Dean smirked, resting his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes. "Please?"
I huffed, rolling my eyes, pulling away from him slightly. He got me again. "Fine."
"Thank you," Dean murmured, pressing his lips to mine.
It didn't take long before things got heated, Dean's hands slid down my sides, resting on my hips as he gently pressed my back to the wall. I felt myself melt into him, my arms wrapping around the back of his neck, draping over his shoulders.
Before I knew it, most of our clothes were on the ground and I was back on the bed again, staring up at him as he smiled down at me as he pushed my knees to the side, moving in between them, positioning himself. I let out a moan at the contact, biting my lip as I smiled up at him. Dean rested his hands on the bed beside my arms, leaning down to place a kiss on my lips as he rocked his hips back and forth.
"Dean?!" Sam called, suddenly barging into the room. I let out a small squeak, throwing the sheets over the both of us as best I could as Sam just stood there, almost like he had no clue that he should leave. He rolled his eyes. "Oh, god."
"Dude!" Dean shouted, shooting his brother a wide-eyed, what the fuck look.
"Just hurry up, we're wasting daylight," Sam grumbled, turning around, shutting the door.
"What the fuck was that?" I huffed. "He just- I mean, was that- What?"
Dean just shook his head, huffing as he moved back, slipping out of me. "Well, that was a mood kill. Just when I thought I was gonna get some."
"Dean, you've been getting some since you got back into the country. Remember, we did pick you up at the airport. And we did that thing in that place…" I trailed off with a smirk.
"Oh yeah," Dean thought about it for a moment, grinning down at me. "That was fun."
"Listen, if you have to go-"
"Fuck Sam, I don't have to go anywhere," Dean mumbled, bending back down to kiss me again.
I put my hands on his shoulders, pulling him to me. "Sounds good to me."
By the time Dean and Sam were about to leave it was nearly time for lunch, something Sam wasn't too happy about. I'm not sure why he was in such a rush all of a sudden. I mean sure, he hated when Dean and I fooled around when we had other stuff to do, but you think he'd be used to it by now.
"You be careful, okay?" I told the boys, standing in the opening of the door. Sam just nodded, heading over to the car. I looked to Dean. "Please, be careful."
"Always am," Dean nodded. smirking.
"Come back to me."
"You know it," Dean smiled, placing a loving kiss on my lips before leaving, making his way to the Impala where Sam was already sitting in the backseat. I let out a heavy breath, heading back inside with Bobby once the boys were out of view.
"What do you want for lunch?" I asked from the kitchen.
"Why don't you go sit down?" Bobby suggested, entering the kitchen.
"How will we eat then?"
"I'll whip something up."
"You? Cook?" I asked, letting out a snort.
Bobby paused halfway reaching into the fridge for a beer, grimacing at me. "I can cook. How do you think I survived before you got here?"
"Downing bottles of caffeine pills, drinking ten pots of coffee and, like, eight cases of beer a day with the occasional canned...thing or greasy fast food meal thrown in every once and awhile," I rattled off all in one breath.
"...you think you're so smart," Bobby grumbled as he grabbed a bottle of beer, popping the cap off on the counter before heading back out into the living room. "Idjit."
"I heard that."
"Yeah, yeah."
"I'll make some sandwiches," I said, turning towards the fridge to pull out the lunch meat I bought the other day. When I was done, I put a few chips on Bobby's plate before bringing it out to him.
"Thanks," Bobby shot me a small, thankful smile, popping a couple chips into his mouth.
"Anytime," I grinned, heading back into the kitchen to get my own sandwich and a can of soda. I sat on the couch, flicking around the TV stations for a bit as we both ate, when a thought popped into my mind. "Hey, you know, I never told you who I ran into at the store the other day…"
"Who?" Bobby asked from his desk, barely looking up from the book he was reading while he took another swig of his beer.
"Sheriff Mills."
Bobby began to sputter on the sip he'd just taken, glancing up at me with wide eyes. "Oh."
I laughed, realization suddenly coming to me."Oh. Oh, my god. You like her!" I exclaimed, a big smile on my lips.
"No, I don't," Bobby denied , taking a mouthful of beer.
"Bull, you totally do. Hey, it's been some time since her husband…" I trailed off. "Anyway, she's a really chill person-"
"Vic, no."
"She knows about the life. You guys would look cute together," I insisted.
"Vic," Bobby shook his head. "She wouldn't-"
"Wouldn't, what? Like you? Bobby, she blushed just talking about you."
"She talked about me?" Bobby asked, clearly taken a-back.
I nodded. "Uh-huh."
For a moment, Bobby nearly began to smile when he quickly forced the grin to fade from his face. "Alright, what are we, two thirteen year old girls?"
"Bobby, there's nothing wrong with liking someone."
"Not at my age," he grumbled, taking another bite of his sandwich, "And I got my own shit to worry about here. Like you Winchesters. You three idjits need all my attention, or else you'd be dead by now. I don't need anybody else to worry about."
"I don't think you'd have to do much worrying with her. She's tough. She'd be good for you," I insisted.
"Alright, let's drop it."
"Somebody's in denial," I mumbled, an eyebrow raised as I took another bite of my sandwich, turning back to the TV while Bobby grumbled to himself.
Quite a few hours had passed, with a couple calls from Dean here and there telling me that they we doing good. I ordered pizza for dinner because I didn't feel like cooking. I was way too anxious, and I couldn't seem to shake the strange feeling.
The last call I'd gotten was just before I was about to go to bed. Dean told me they'd made it to Limestone, Illinois and had booked a motel room. He kept insisting that he was fine, that everything would be okay. I kept repeating those words in my head, which was the only way I got to sleep that night despite the anxiety bubbling in my stomach.
Before I knew it, the sun was out again and I was awake. As much as I missed the boys, I had to admit that it was nice to wake up on my own accord again. I didn't have to worry about getting up at the asscrack of dawn to head out and do research.
As I headed downstairs, still in my pajamas, I saw that Bobby was already awake and making some coffee.
"Morning," I muttered.
"Morning," Bobby replied, shutting the lid on the coffee maker.
"Want any breakfast? Eggs?"
"Sounds good. Need help?"
"Nah, I'd rather not have the house burned down," I teased. Bobby rolled his eyes, heading out into the living room.
With that, I began making some breakfast, cracking a few eggs into a skillet, letting them cook for a bit. The smell of the eggs wafted into my nose and suddenly my stomach churned and I felt the bile rise in my throat. I rushed to the downstairs bathroom, pulling my hair back as I retched into the toilet.
My stomach was fairly empty, so I just mostly ended up dry-heaving until my stomach calmed down. I leaned back on my thighs, letting out a heavy breath.
"You alright in there?" Bobby asked from the other side of the shut door.
"I'm fine, thanks," I told him. Just then, my phone began to ring. I pulled it out of my pocket, seeing Dean's name flash across the screen. I answered. "Hey baby."
"What's wrong?" Dean asked immediately.
"Nothing. I just got a little sick. How's everything with you?"
"Alright. What do you know about vampires?"
"Wh- is that a trick question?" I grumbled, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I stood up.
"No, no," Dean chuckled. "What do you know about, uh, teenage vampires. Like, fictional ones...that sparkle."
"Spark- are you talking about that My Summer Blood series? Dean, I just threw up, please don't talk about stuff that's gonna make me get sick again."
"Listen to this, 'he could hear the blood rushing inside her, almost taste it. He tried desperately to control himself...Romero knew their love was impossible'," Dean read. "This is a national bestseller. How is that possible?"
"All the girls love Romero."
"Yeah," Dean scoffed. "Romero? Really? What kinda name is that?"
"Ask the author. The idea came to her in a dream."
"Wait, so you're telling me this middle-aged woman had a dream involving two teenagers and decided to write a book about it?"
"Pretty much," I nodded, wiping my hand against my mouth, moving back to rest against the sink.
"And she made millions."
"Exactly."
"Fuck, I'm in the wrong business."
"Please tell me you didn't call just to quote My Summer Blood," I sighed.
"God, no. We think it's connected."
"To the case? How?"
"Not sure yet. The last girl that went missing, we're in her room. And- it's just- there's vampire crap everywhere. Books, posters. Have you seen these pictures? He's watching her sleep, how is that not rape-y?"
"I've watched you sleep," I admitted, hearing a moment of silence on the other end.
"...what?"
"You're a lot easier to look at when you're not moving," I joked with a monotone voice.
"Oh, ha. Ha," Dean mumbled. I could practically hear his eyes roll through the phone. "If you had to guess, what's her password?"
"Well, who's on the posters in her room?"
"A super pale, constipated looking dude."
"Yup, okay. Try Pattinson." I suggested, hearing Dean repeat the name to Sam as I exited the bathroom. "Get in?"
"Yup," Dean replied.
"Good," I nodded.
"Well, her inbox is full, from some guy claiming to be a vampire," Sam chimed in.
"A real vampire?" Dean asked.
"Well, he told her, 'I can only meet you at night. I don't trust myself with you. The call of your blood is too strong'," Sam read.
"Vampires fishing for victims?" I wondered aloud as I pulled one of the spare, unopened toothbrushes from the drawer and the tube of toothpaste that sat on the counter, squirting a strip onto the bristles of the brush.
Dean sighed. "Probably just a human mouth-breather, right?"
"On the other hand, talk about easy prey," Sam mumbled.
"For actual vamps," Dean agreed.
"Makes sense," I mumbled around my toothbrush. "All these teenage girls desperate for romance would just start throwing themselves at you, and all you gotta do is write bad poetry."
"That easy, huh?" Dean teased.
"Don't even," I grinned.
"Wow," Sam interjected. "This guy wanted to meet her at a place called The Black Rose."
"Gimme a break," Dean complained.
"Just reporting the news."
"It's probably just your standard issue perv, right?"
As I exited the bathroom, I was whacked in the face with a cloud of smoke and rushed to the kitchen, to find Bobby standing there, holding a spatula in one hand a the skillet in the other, three little black, burt dots inside where the eggs used to be.
"What happened in here!" I yelled, putting the phone on counter. I could faintly hear Dean asking what was wrong, but I ignored it, instead covering my nose and rushing to the window, opening it with a grunt.
"I tried to finish breakfast," Bobby explained with a shrug.
"Tori?! Tori?!" Dean's muffled voice called through the receiver.
I sighed, rolling my eyes at Bobby before I picked the phone back up. "Dean, everything's okay."
"What happened?!" he demanded. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I sighed. "Bobby about burned the house down using using the stove, but I'm okay. Honestly, I don't know how he lasted this long by himself." Bobby glared at me, walking over to the trashcan and started to scrape the burnt crisps off the frying pan. "I think I need to go, guys," I told Sam and Dean.
"Okay," Dean said, still sounding uneasy. "I'll call you later."
"Love you."
"I know," Dean replied, a smile in his voice, before he and Sam said their goodbyes.
I hung up, taking the skillet from Bobby, throwing it in the sink. I smiled at him. "Thanks."
Bobby nodded. "Yeah."
By the time we'd gotten the kitchen cleaned up, I just decided to run out to the local diner to pick up some food, while Bobby stayed back to take his hunter-calls like always. As I drove one of his cars down the highway, my head started to pound but I ignored it. I parked the car in front of the diner, making my way inside to order the food.
Just as I finished my order, the constant ringing in my ears began to blare so loudly that I had to sit down. The woman behind the counter noticed this and quickly asked if I was alright, getting me a cold glass of water.
My paranoia began to take over then, and I looked around me, worried that there were nothing but angels in here. That made me more uneasy than any monster out there. I turned back to the counter to take a sip of my water, trying to calm myself down, when I felt a light hand touch my shoulder. I jumped about ten feet in the air, instantly relaxing when I saw Cas standing there.
"Jesus Christ, Cas," I breathed, placing a hand over my chest.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Cas apologized..
"Aren't you busy up there?" I asked. "What are you doing down here?"
"I sensed that you were...distressed." He indicated the seat next to me. "May I sit?"
"Oh, yeah,"I nodded. "And thanks."
"Of course."
"Are there-" I paused, lowering my voice. "Are there other angels here?"
He shook his head."No."
"Then why-"
"Heaven is in disarray."
"So…"
"So you have a- a bad connection," Cas explained.
"Great. That's just what I need right now," I sighed.
Cas paused, glancing out the window for a moment before back at me. "How are you?"
"Fine," I told him, fiddling with my glass..
Castiel tilted his head to the side in question. "Are you really?"
"Yes."
"Lying to me is futile, Victoria."
I huffed. "I'm worried, that's all."
"About?"
I sighed. "Sam. He's not himself."
"He was in the cage with Lucifer for an extended period of time," he reminded me.
"Cas!" I hissed, my eyes widening as the man sitting a few stools down from us shot us a weirded out look. I smiled at the man. "Theoretically speaking, obviously," I laughed. "He's an assistant and his boss is a real jerk."
"Yes, what she said. Definitely not the real Lucifer," Cas muttered to the man, who looked at us even more strangely before turning away, his eyes widening as he went.
"Try to keep it down okay?" I hissed, leaning forward. "We don't need to be scaring the normies."
"Normies?"
"Normal people. You know, people who don't hunt. People who aren't...angels."
"Ah."
The older waitress came over then with our two plates of breakfast in to-go containers, placing them in a big bag as I paid for the food. I took the bag and headed outside, Castiel trailing behind me as I went.
Once outside, I turned to face him. "Can I ask a favor?"
"Yes."
"Can you check on the baby?"
"Of course," Cas nodded, gently placing a hand on my stomach, his eyes moving towards the ground as he concentrated. A moment later, his hand dropped and he looked back up at me.
"Is- is it okay?"
He smiled softly. "Yes. Your baby is fine. Still healthy, still growing."
Relief moved through me then, and I let out a heavy breath. "Thank god."
"Will you be alright going back to Bobby's?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "You want to come with?"
Cas looked away. "I have to go."
"Oh. Okay," I said, trying to keep the disappointment from my voice. I wasn't sure why, but I really wanted him around without Dean being here. He comforted me. "But, Cas? Can I-"
"What?" Cas asked, furrowing his brow.
"I just-" I stopped, pulling him in for a hug. "Thank you."
Cas wrapped his arms around me, albeit a little awkwardly, hugging me back. "You're welcome, Victoria."
In the next second, he was gone, and I nearly fell to the ground as the weight I was leaning against disappeared. I let out a huff as I righted myself, shaking my head.
"You'll learn eventually, Cas," I chuckled under my breath, getting into the car.
The day had all but passed, it was dark out now and I hadn't heard another word from Dean since a little before four in the afternoon. I knew I shouldn't be, but I was worried. I couldn't help it. My mind seemed to always go to the worst possible scenario in any given situation.
After I'd gotten changed for bed, I plugged my phone in by the nightstand. As I sat back on the bed, I decided to try calling Dean one more time, to no avail. Bobby told me he probably just forgot to charge it, but that wasn't Dean.
I'd only been sleeping for a few hours when a noise in the corner of the room woke me up. I looked over to the corner of the room, seeing a figure standing there. Immediately, I grabbed the gun I had shoved underneath the mattress, pointing it at the shadowy outline.
"Tori," I heard Dean mumble. I furrowed my brow in confusion, reaching over to the nightstand to flick on the lamp. As the light illuminated the room, I saw Dean flinch away from the brightness as he stood there, his back pressed to the corner of the room.
"Dean?" I called, breathing heavily.
"Hey," Dean muttered, sitting on the corner of the bed.
"What- how did you…" I trailed off, silently pulling the silver blade off the nightstand.
"I'm not a shapeshifter."
"Bullshit," I spat, touching the blade to his arm. To my surprise, nothing happened. He wasn't hurt by it. Dean quickly stood, moving away from me.
"It's not," He mumbled, tears forming in his eyes as he looked at me. Seeing those green orbs, I knew. This was definitely my Dean. But something was wrong.
"Dean, what's wrong?" I asked, my pulse quickening.
His voice cracked when he spoke. "I just wanted to see you," Dean said quietly, his voice cracking. "And I wanted to- to thank you. I didn't do that last time and I-"
"Baby, what's going on?" I pressed, tears pooling in my eyes at the tone of his voice.
"I didn't thank you last time and I-"
With him not being straightforward, it didn't take long for a tinge of anger to flare inside of me. "Stop it. Tell me now. What is going on?"
"I can hear it," Dean mumbled sadly.
"Hear what?"
"The heartbeat."
"What? Did you take a hit of acid or something? Where is Sam?" I demanded.
"Illinois."
"Is that why you didn't answer me, you've been driving high or something?"
He shook his head. "Believe me, I wish that was it."
"Dean, I swear to god, you better tell me what's going on," I said, standing up.
"I- I fucked up, Tor," Dean said, moving away from me with each step I took towards him. "I fucked up big time and I- I have to go."
"You're not going anywhere, Dean. Not like this. Not until you tell me what's wrong," I insisted.
"I just- I love you, Cherry Pie," Dean forced a smile, his voice thick with emotion. "Our little Cowboy, too."
"Why are you doing that?" I asked, my heart sinking immediately. "Why are you saying goodbye?"
"I'm sorry, baby," Dean murmured, turning to leave.
"Dean." I grabbed his arm, turning him back around. He stared down at my hand, his eyes slowly moving up my arm, drifting to my neck.
Suddenly, Dean grabbed my arms, pushing me back to the wall, not in the way he usually would. My back hit it hard and I stared up at him with wide eyes as his jaw clenched. He swallowed hard, his eyes drifting back to my neck.
A sinking feeling filled my stomach as the thought of what was really going on here popped into my head. Almost as fast as he'd pushed me against the wall, Dean all but threw himself back to the other side of the room just as set of vampire fangs descended from his teeth.
My heart pounded and tears sprang to my eyes, and suddenly it was hard to breathe. I had enough sense to keep my distance, even though it was the most difficult thing. "No. No, Dean."
Before I could really react, Dean tore out of the room. I stood there, completely frozen for a moment as the shock of what I'd just seen began to fade. If Dean was going to go back to Sam, with the way he's been, then he's gonna…
No. I won't let that happen.
I didn't even bother to put on a jacket, grabbing a set of keys as I expertly tip-toed past Bobby, who was passed out on the couch. I got into the car, starting the engine before finding the GPS on my phone to track Dean's. Once I got that set up, I stepped on the gas, speeding off onto the highway.
The GPS said it would take about nine hours to arrive at the motel, but I got there in just under six. I don't think I ever took my foot off the gas pedal. I threw the car in park, exiting the vehicle, the bone-chilling wind whipping around me. I headed into the office, walking straight up to the desk.
"Can I help you?" The tired-looking man asked.
"Is there a Mr. Simmons staying here?" I asked.
"Yes."
"What room?"
"Two-forty-one."
"Thank you," I shot him a forced smile, rushing out of the office and up the single flight of stairs to the second floor. I found the room, my fist pounding on the shut door.
After the third knock, the door opened and Samuel was standing there. My heart sank all over again at the sight of him. If he was here, then does that mean Dean's already…
"Victoria?" Samuel asked in surprise.
"Tori?" Sam asked, standing behind his grandfather. A knowing look crossed his features. "So that's where Dean went."
"Where is he? What did you do to him?" I demanded, pushing the men aside to enter the dimly lit room.
"Tori?" Dean mumbled from the foot of one of the beds. "Baby, what are you doing here?"
"What did you think I was gonna do, just go back to sleep?" My voice cracked. I marched over to where he was laying, gently taking his head in my hands.
"No," He mumbled. I didn't know if he was answering me or telling me not to touch him, but the flinch suggested the latter.
"I'm not gonna let you do anything to him," I told Samuel fiercely, cradling Dean's head in my hands. "You can't-"
"Can't, what? Why do you think I came here?" Samuel asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" I snapped.
"I'm not here to kill Dean. I'm here to save him."
"What?"
"He hasn't fed. He can be turned back."
"Really?" I asked, looking to Sam. "Is that true?"
"Is it?" Sam asked, his tone of voice forced.
Samuel shot him a strange look before nodding. "It's true".
"How is that possible?" I asked, standing upright as Samuel reached into his back pocket, pulling out a small book.
"This is my grandfather's journal," Samuel said, tossing the book down onto the table where it landed with a quiet thump. Dean flinched at the sound, looking as though he was trying to meld into the bed he was leaning against. "Cure's an old Campbell recipe, kind of like the soup. No one's tried it since God knows. What I hear, this stuff is a bad trip."
"Awesome," Dean mumbled.
"Hey, the cure is good. But a lot of this is on you. You drink, you're done. It won't work. I'm talking one drop of human blood-"
Dean swallowed hard. "I got it."
"Do you? Because you will feed. It's a matter of time," Samuel pushed.
"Would you quit it already?" I snapped. "What do we need?"
"Some stuff we got, some we gotta get. Trickiest thing on the list: blood of the fang that turned him."
"That guy was huge," Sam piped up.
I glanced over to Sam, an eyebrow raised. "Wait, you were there?"
Sam looked up at me, stumbling over his words. "Well, y- yeah-"
"Why didn't you do anything!?" I demanded, taking a step towards him.
"I'm sure he did all he could, Vicki," Samuel said.
"I don't remember asking you," I snapped, narrowing my eyes at Samuel. "And don't call me that."
"Wow," Samuel chuckled. "You don't know how much you're just like Lizzy."
Breaking my glare away from him, I looked back to Sam. "We're gonna talk about this later."
"Sure, yeah. There's nothing to talk about...but, yeah," Sam nodded, looking back to his grandfather. "So, the vampire that got Dean, we need his blood."
"Hey, there's nothing in the recipe about easy," Samuel shrugged.
Dean rose from his spot on the floor, a determined look in his eyes. "I can get it."
"You're gonna walk right into the nest?" Sam asked his brother.
"Well, I'm one of them, aren't I? So all I gotta do is get in there, get the guy alone, and...shoot him with so much dead man's blood that he'll think he's rushing a fraternity."
"I should come with you."
"No. Dude, you reek. You're like a walking hamburger. I gotta do this solo."
"Yeah, except we haven't been able to find him yet," Sam pointed out.
"No problem," Dean muttered, pulling on his jacket. "I can smell him. Two miles east of town. You guys get the other shit and meet me there."
I wrapped my arms around myself, watching him. "Dean, I don't like this idea."
"I'll be okay, Cherry Pie," Dean took a cautious step closer to me, very clearly holding his breath. He ran a hand through my hair, gently holding the back of my head as he bent down, placing a kiss on my lips. I tried to control the rate my heart was pounding, but it was hard.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit scared.
When Dean pulled back, I opened my eyes, looking up into his. I sighed. "I love you,"
"I know," Dean nodded, turning to head towards the door when Samuel stopped him.
"Dean," Samuel called, holding out a syringe. "It's dead man's blood. Now, there's enough there to drop a linebacker, and then some. Good luck, son."
And with that, Dean took the syringe and left the room, a heaviness lingering in the air. I headed to the bathroom for a moment away from all of this. I sat on the edge of the tub, resting my head on my hand. Sam and Samuel's voices were muffled by the shut door, but I could still hear their conversation.
"This have anything to do with the alpha we've been looking for?" Samuel asked quietly.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked innocently.
"You're acting like you didn't know about the cure. You did. We talked about it."
"No. Must've been Christian or something."
Samuel scoffed."Just be glad we can get your brother fixed."
"I am."
"I'll be back for you in a half hour. Be ready," Samuel said, leaving the room.
What the hell did that mean? Just be glad we can get your brother fixed? Did Sam…? No he wouldn't have let this happen to Dean...right?
The door shut, so I decided to make my way out of the bathroom, finding Sam sitting at the table, reading John's journal. I sat at the table, across from him, beginning to tap my nails on the wood for a few moments until I couldn't take it anymore.
I had to at least try to get to the bottom of all of this.
"So, you were there when Dean got attacked?"
"Uh, yeah," Sam nodded, placing the book down. "We were out behind this bar-"
"How'd it happen?"
Sam let out a small scoff. "Well, I'm trying to tell you."
"No. I wanna know how one vamp got the jump on both you and Dean."
"I wasn't there, I was looking for the vamps friend. When I came back, he had Dean pinned. I did everything I could. I got him off Dean, and came back here with him…"
"So if I went to that place and got the surveillance footage-"
"What is your problem, Tori?" Sam snapped, forcefully shutting John's journal on the table.
"My problem is that Dean got turned into a vampire, on your watch."
It was Sam's turn to roll his eyes, he huffed, shaking his head. "Tori, that wasn't my fault. I'm not- I'm not his babysitter."
"No, you're his brother. Or did you forget that?"
"Of course not! I tried my best! So if you wanna go get surveillance footage, that's what you're gonna see." Sam spat, looking up at me with nearly blank,eyes. I just stared back, a sickening feeling filling the pit of my stomach as I looked at him. Before anything else could be said, Sam's phone rang and he answered it. "Hey. Good, we'll come down now."
"Samuel back?" I asked.
"Yeah," Sam nodded, standing to his feet. "Time to head out."
WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
The moon shined brightly on the street in front of us as Samuel drove his van towards the large warehouse that apparently held a group of vampires. The Impala sat in the lot, Samuel pulled up behind it, parking his car.
"This must be the place," Samuel muttered.
"Sh," Sam told us.
Suddenly, a loud thump came from the top of the van, startling us. A vampire appeared at the driver side of the vehicle, reaching in with one arm, he broke through the window, grabbing Samuel's jacket.
By that time, Sam had already gotten out, promptly cutting the vamps head off, sending it flying to the ground.
Samuel got out after him, fixing his belt as he stood there, watching the head roll. "Well, so much for undercover."
"Let's go" Sam called, running towards one of the many doors. Samuel and I followed. We entered the warehouse with our machetes drawn, walking through the building where corpses were strewn everywhere, all headless.
"Looks like your brother has some Campbell in him after all," Samuel commented. After walking a little further, we got to a balcony overlooking a large room filled with cages. Dean sat in the middle in a large throne like chair, a vamps head underneath his right foot.
"Dean, you okay?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, I'm good," Dean nodded. He got up, trudging up the steps to meet us.
MOTEL - NIGHT
Back at the motel, Samuel was mixing the cure concoction that Dean was about to drink, squirting one of the syringes of blood into the bowl along with the many other things he'd put in.
"If this works, you know it's not gonna be a kiddy ride," Samuel told Dean.
"That's great. Light her up," Dean mumbled in response. I made sure to keep my distance from Dean for his comfort as he sat on the chair over in the corner of the room, his head in his hands. Sam, however, didn't seem to have that much consideration.
"So, what'd you see in there?" Sam asked, trying not to sound eager to know, but very clearly failing.
"What?"
"In the nest, what'd you see?"
"Sam, I can't hear you, your blood is too fucking loud, okay? Just just back off," Dean snapped.
After finishing the mixture, Samuel poured the thick liquid into a coffee cup, moving to had it to Dean. "Here you go."
Dean took the cup, sniffing the drink. He recoiled instantly. With a heavy sigh, he lifted the mug. "L'chaim."
We watched as Dean chugged the drink, trying to keep it down as he gagged. Suddenly, he spun around, grabbing the nearest trash can, throwing up blood. I immediately became worried, looking over to Samuel for some kind of confirmation that this is supposed to happen, but he looked nervous.
"Is it working?" I asked, my voice shaking.
"Either, that or he's dying," Samuel mumbled, pulling out his machete.
I watched him nervously, reaching up to my waist band, placing a hand on my gun. No matter what Dean was, if he thought I was just going to stand here and let him hurt him...he had another thing coming. Out of nowhere, Dean's head whipped up as he held his stomach, a set of fangs descending from his normal teeth, his eyes red and bloodshot.
A moment later, Dean looked up to me, his eyes there normal, clear selves once again. I watched him as he waited a moment, letting out a heavy breath.
"Did it work?" I asked, kneeling down in front of him.
"I- I think so," Dean nodded. Without hesitation, I threw myself in his arms, tears filling my eyes. "Babe, that stuff came back up, I stink."
"I don't care," I murmured into his chest, hugging him tighter until I felt him wrap his arms around me.
Not too long later, we were packing up the cars. I couldn't tell you how many times I'd already heard from Dean that I shouldn't have come, that it was too dangerous. And he'd heard from me that I was here, and he needed to deal with it, just the same amount of times.
"So, what'd you see?" Sam asked once again, not even giving Dean some time to process what just happened to him. I shot him a look, one he ignored.
"What?" Dean questioned again.
"In the next. What did you see?"
"Well, I'm still trying to work through it. But I'm pretty sure they're not figuring anything out on their own. They're getting their order from the top...where to do next, everything."
"Top as in…?" Samuel asked.
"Their alpha. At least, that's what I think it is. They've got some sort of psychic thing happening. He send them, uh, I don't know, messages?"
"Saying what?" Sam asked.
"Honestly? Recruitment drive. Their alpha's building an army."
"Well, that's comforting," Samuel mumbled, tossing something into one of his bags.
"That's not the worst," Dean said.
"What is?" I asked.
"We don't scare them anymore."
"Nice to know," Samuel sighed, slinging his bag over his shoulder, backing up towards his van. "See you kids around."
"Yeah," Dean nodded. "And Samuel? Thanks."
"Anytime," Samuel waved it off with a smile, getting into his van. Dean shut the Impala's trunk, looking up to Sam. It was almost like he wanted to say something, but then thought better of it and got into the driver seat. Sam followed along, getting into the passenger seat, while I slid into the back.
Even though I knew Dean would hate the idea, I wasn't going back to Bobby's Not after what I saw here. Something was wrong with Sam, but it was way more than we thought, it had to be. The way he looked at me before...he was gone. The wasn't anything in those eyes. He was empty.
I couldn't shake the feeling that what happened to Dean wasn't just a mere slip up as Sam had tried to pass it off, so even though I knew it was dangerous, I wasn't leaving. And no one could make me.
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