Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show "Supernatural." Any other characters not related to the show, The Vampire Diaries or Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fiction. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith's "Nightworld" and "The Vampire Diaries" series. The original stories were developed using SPN episode content up until 02/11/10 and this one may include anything up through 2019. I will not include any spoilers for future episodes of Season 15, though my story took its turn after SPN Season 4. This is the start of a new trilogy. The first trilogy is: "Possession," "Broken," and "Sacrifice," followed with a new trilogy, "Mission," "Prelude," and "Bound." This story takes place where Prelude left off and has the same characters from the first trilogy. I do not own any quotes used in the actual episodes. Any lyrics mentioned in this story do not belong to me are the property of their original writers.

"You're going to get out of here," Wesley murmured into her hair, his protecting arms encircled her so tight it caused her to tremble. April didn't dare move for fear of interrupting his soliloquy. "If there's one thing I can do to repay for my sins; it's getting you home where you belong. If I could just go back, God, I would rather have Jenny had me killed than direct them to you...though I've gotta admit, the thought of not knowing you...well, it hurts too damn much to think about. However brief, you've given me something I haven't had in a long time. I must be delirious talking about this while locked starving to death in a dungeon with you. " She could feel him grinning against her head. "I love you, April Winchester, and I will eliminate anything that wants to do you harm. That is a promise. I'll rip their goddamn hearts out."

The swift transformation from his sweet demeanor to his menacing tone made her shift.
"Good morning, sweetheart," he murmured tenderly, raking his fingers through her shadowy hair. "You fell asleep, and I didn't want to wake you."

"Morning already," April yawned, lifting her face to give him a brief kiss. "Oh, and I love you too. Question: Actually, what is your last name? I probably should know it after we just...you know...again," she muttered, a smile playing on her lips. Wes chuckled and bent his head down to her neck, his lips placing gentle kisses on the two healing wounds at her throat. He made his way up her graceful neckline to nibble her earlobe, eliciting a moan of pleasure from April.

"April, honey, I believe the word you were so carefully skirting was sex. We had SEX again. You could also have used the terms fornicated, copulated, made love, screwed, banged, fucked; we'll work our way up to dirty talk. Oh...and incidentally, the last name's Barfield. You're not going to write Mrs. April Barfield or something all over your history notebook now, are you? Because I'm not ready for that kind of commitment," he teased, evoking a soft punch in the side from April. "But if you heard all of that, then you also heard my mad ramblings, huh?"

"I did," she admitted, breaking their foreplay, sitting up to look him square in the eye. His body tensed, getting ready for the interrogation. "And I heard you mention Jesse's sister's involvement in all of this. So tell me, what in the Hell is going on? I think I deserve the truth now, don't you?"

"I agree," he started, taking a beat to steady himself to meet the gauntlet. "You know that blonde girl at Prom-the one I was with-"

"You mean the one that shocked Jesse when he saw her? Was that-"

"Jenny Treadway, Jesse's sister."

April had known from the eye-contact the terrible night of Prom that the three vampires had known each other, but she wouldn't have guessed the relationship. Jenny was gorgeous, and April could see why Wesley had fallen for her. From April's recollection, Jenny's pinned-up hair resembled spun gold, her eyes the color of rich molasses. She also recalled how cruel Jenny had been towards Wes that evening, causing him to finally push back and rush to April's defense.

Jenny pulled him back, telling him with her eyes that his place with her. He shrugged her off, leaving her beyond him.

"I'm warning you, Wes-ley," the girl drawled in a bright, musical voice. "They won't like this."

"Doesn't matter anymore...shouldn't have mattered, to begin with," he muttered as he twisted away from her in disgust, not taking his gaze from April. He moved towards them with purpose, not looking back as his partner protested.

Who was the 'they' she was referring to?"So she's working for certain people and got you roped into this? Is that why you were doing all of the spying?"

"April, you know that I was the one who killed her-"

"Ok, let's get this straight right now," she started. He immediately jerked his head in disagreement, his eyes turned down. She clutched both sides of his face, forcing his attention. "No, you look at me, dammit. This is important, Wes. Someone needs to get this through your self-accusing skull. The bullet killed her, not you. It wouldn't have mattered if you drank from her. There was realistically no hope in the 1860s for surviving that kind of wound, and even if she did, gangrene would have finished the bullet's job."

"But I didn't know that at the time…," Wes began being cut off by April.

"But you do now. You've known for a long time, but she's just been manipulating your regret and making you feel guilty. You can't keep torturing yourself over her, Wesley Barfield. What makes her so fucking special that you are letting her control you?"

"April, honey, I'm the one who drained her till death...and that was my girl, the girl I was going to marry. I was going to make her my wife, and couldn't stop myself from killing her…," his voice came out in strangled gasps. "And then I went ahead and made sure you opened up your vampire side; I manipulated you," He ran his fingers through her hair. "I damned you to something you didn't ask for and I despise myself for it."

She grasped his hands to stop them from trembling. This was a side she had seen in glimpses through his past, but never this raw or close. She knew one way to get to the other side of his grief and that was straight through.

"Bullshit," April scolded. "I was already a vampire; a born one. Yeah, I'll admit, the way you guys manipulated me into admitting to it was pretty shitty; but so was the fact that Mom and Dad kept the truth from me. I am not going to let you wallow in your shit. Not on my watch. So, whoever brought Jenny back is the one that is doing all of this?"

Wesley nodded in affirmation. "It's this group of crazy vampire bitches devoted to Lilith."

April went pale. Why did that name seem so damn familiar?

"Jenny has remained a loyal servant since her resurrection. A total Lilith groupie," he joked. "They want to bring her back. She was sent away during the Battle of Stull Cemetery years ago-"

She knew that story well. Dean had finally told her about her family's role in it while out on a hunt for a ghoul. Her family had fought Lucifer and won. She had been there too, but she retained no clear memories of anything. The name Lilith had, for some reason, flashed a vision April looking up at her mom with white eyes. Weird.

"They want her back, and your mother is the key; she's the demon's preordained vessel but for it to be permanent, she has to agree to be her."

"I guess the jokes on them; my Mom wouldn't do that."

"They have you," he tapped her forehead. "Why wouldn't she? I'm certain they made a deal for your safety for her cooperation. Though I don't know how trustworthy they are; I would make the same deal for you regardless."

He sweetly caressed her lips with his own, resting his forehead against hers, their noses touching. Wesley took both of her hands as if he was about to utter a sacred promise.

"I vow I'm going to get you out of here, no matter the cost," he paused, his lips brushing hers. She could sense the emotional tension leave his battered body. It was odd to see him relaxed. April was so used to him being on high alert. She could tell her harsh words had relieved him of his crushing burden. Whatever acts of contrition he had been doing to try to amend for his sins were complete. She felt honored knowing it was her words, her love for him, that carried that weight to allow him some peace. Her heart was so full it was overflowing. "I'm not going to let them use me anymore. I'm not going to let her shape my guilt anymore. That's not the Jenny I knew. When she came back, she had changed. The one I knew would never command me to do anything vicious. No more secrets, Winchester."

"So, with that in mind, you were right," he divulged. "When we woke up before and you found me disheveled, I did have a dream. It was brief, but I could tell that it wasn't just a normal dream, someone was infiltrating. It was most assuredly a dream walker...but it wasn't Jesse. It was a female. She said there are plans in place for tonight, plans to get you out and I'm part of it. She said I needed to gain some more strength if I could so I could use my powers. She must know that you're in here with me."

"Then there's hope for us," April realized, elated at the possibilities. "So you need more so you can…"

"No, I don't," he replied with a knowing smirk. He glanced at a rock on the cell floor and it shot across the room, the clinking of it against an adjacent wall echoing in the space. "I got a bit of your telepathy already. I've gained enough strength back."

"You moved a pebble," April taunted. "You're going to need some more today to take on vampires. So if you want us to escape, you're going to drink from me until you can handle your power. Tonight, we fight our way out, together. Now," she gently bent her head to the side to expose her jugular. "I trust you, Wes. You won't hurt me. You'll stop, or I will forcibly make you stop. Now I need you to drink, and I'll let you know if I get woozy, deal?"

Wes chuckled, placing a protective hand on her shoulder. "April Winchester, you're going to be the death of me, aren't you?"