*Author's Note*

Flashbacks are in italics.

Aubrie was on top of Dunne in seconds. Her teeth bared and poised for the woman's neck. She was intoxicated by the scent of blood. She simply couldn't help it. Her throat was so dry, and this is what her body was telling her that she needed, yet she simply could not go through with it. Instead, she leapt backward and held her head in her hands. Her head was throbbing.

"You know what has to happen." The stranger said. He nodded towards Aubrie. She kept her head in her hands as she heard sirens. God, what would everyone think happened when they got down here? She thought as a hand grabbed her shoulder turning her to face them. It was the man, he was holding his bloody machete, but it wasn't aimed at her, it was pointed at the floor.

"There's a way, you know. We don't have to kill her." Said Jones her hand on her holster. She eyed the man with uncertainty. Unsure if he would listen.

"Well, if there's a way, how come I've never heard of it?" He asked turning to face her, the machete now concealed in his flannel. He snorted and looked back at Aubrie, his eyes going straight to the now healed bite on her neck.

"There's only one recorded case of it working, but it's still something." Replied Jones her hands reaching into her pocket pulling out a flip phone. She flipped it open and dialed, placing the phone to her ear.

"It's me," She said, her voice slipping into a southern drawl. "We have a bit of a... situation if you know what I mean." She paused to look at the now open doors of the church only to see the outlines of police cars coming down the road. She quickly wrapped up the conversation and threw the phone back into her pocket.

"We need to move, now." She said, the slight accent disappearing. But before that, we need to do something about the mess outside." She shuddered and looked out the doors at the countless bodies that lay on the ground. Dunne nodded grimly and ran outside.

"So, let's get going." Said the man, grabbing Aubrie by the arm dragging her out the door and through the forest just as the police showed up.

The group was met with an immaculate 1967 black Chevrolet Impala. Jones gasped at the car her eyes wide, "And are you sure it's okay if we go with you? Mister, we don't have your name yet?"

"Yeah, just try not to get blood all over the seats. And, by the way, it's Dean. Dean Winchester." This left Dunne shocked. "Winchester, like John Winchester?" She asked now in the back of the Impala her arm around Aubrie keeping her upright.

"Yeah, that's him." He said putting the car into drive, then peeling off leaving a cloud of dust behind.

"He's your Dad? I've known him for a few years, never knew he had a kid." Dunne said her eyes now back on Aubrie, a hand on her forehead.

"Well, I haven't exactly heard from him lately," a frown flickered on his face for a second but he was back to smiling when he heard where they were headed.

Aubrie felt her head throb and fell in and out of consciousness as she heard her phone ring. She pulled it out of her pocket and raised it to her ear trying to ignore the incessant ringing in her ears.

"Hello," she whispered her eyes widening when she heard Max's concerned voice on the other line.

"Aubrie? Where are you? Emily is freaking out right now, and what happened at the church? It looks like something caught fire! Your truck's here, where are you?"

Aubrie frowned and looked towards Jones who simply shook her head. "Look, I'm sorry Max, but I can't tell you where I am right now, it's confidential. I'll talk later," She said as she ended the call and rested her head on her knees.

The rest of the ride was in silence as Dunne and Jones kept their eyes on Aubrie, patiently waiting until they reached their destination, a small law office that had the name 'Harley Monroe, Law Office' in faded gold letters. The two women exited the car as Dean grabbed Jones by the arm, "And you think a damn lawyer is going to help cure a vamp? What's he gonna due sue the bastard?" Jones looked back and nodded, giving no further explanation as she flung open the front door.

"Welcome, Mr. Munroe is in a meeting right now, but if you want I ca-" The woman at the reception desk gaped in horror at the sight before her and raced down a hallway where a door was promptly slammed open.

"Well, that was one way to react," Dean said as he looked the room over. It was a seemingly normal office space, the usual front desk, computer, and coffee machine to the side. His thoughts were cut short however when the receptionist came running back out of breath, "He'll see you now!"

The group followed her into the brightly lit hallway which made Aubrie's eyes burn so much she had to cover them for fear of going blind. When the door shut behind them she noticed that it was remarkably darker than it had been in the hallway yet she kept her eyes shut tight, for fear of something changing with the lighting. 'I don't even know where I am,' she thought, her eyes clouded with tears threatening to fall at the drop of a hat. All she could hear was her breathing but in an instant, the silence all but came to a halt as a smooth southern accent reached her ears.

"Now, what have we here?"

Aubrie raised her head to see a man leaning against a desk with his hands in his pockets. He had a tight smile on his face that didn't quite meet his eyes. And speaking of his eyes they were a deep brown with a hint of gold, reminding her of someone she had seen, well, beheaded not too long ago, Adam. She flinched and looked away desperate to look at anything but the stranger's eyes when Dean asked a question, "How the hell do you plan to cure her exactly?"

Munroe smiled grimly at Dean and nodded to Dunne who tossed him a small vile full of a dark red liquid which Dean figured was blood.

"So you're gonna make her drink some blood? You do know that'll turn her, right? Or have you never heard of vamps before?" He said accusingly reaching into his flannel, pulling out a gun, aiming right at the man's heart, "Now if this goes haywire, you better be expecting a bullet."

Dean's eyes seemingly stared into the man's soul as Aubrie let out a blood-curdling scream and tried to run out of the room, but Dunne and Jones held her arms down.

"Now, please take care to properly restrain her Nicole. While I get the ingredients."

As Harley excused himself Dean turned to Jones, "So you've been using fake IDs too? Who are you exactly?" Jones tensed and paused, but gave in.

"Well, since you told us who you are we should come clean too. My name's Nicole Campbell, this is my sister Lydia. Pleased to make your acquaintance." She said in a mock curtsy. Dean nodded and lowered his gun.

"So how exactly did you stumble upon this 'cure,'? It got anything to do with witches?"

"Witches? No. It's an old remedy passed down from an ancestor. I got the journal with me if you wanna take a look." This, in turn, earned a glare and a kick from Lydia.

"Don't you dare, God help me! You know we don't share that shit with strangers," Lydia hissed her arms crossing. Nicole smirked and leaned against the desk. "Well, he's not exactly a stranger now is he?" She said sending Dean a wink. Which, Dean returned with an eyebrow raise.

"Now I do believe I have all of the ingredients for this here potion. All I need is something to..." Harley trailed off as he searched the drawers of his desk. "Aha! There it is, I've been looking for this for quite some time now. I can't believe it was right in front of me this whole time!" He quickly grabbed a rag and went about cleaning the bowl. But a low growl came from Aubrie when the 'Dead Man's' blood, making Dean snap his gun towards her. But by this point, she was attempting to flee.

"It must be the blood," Lydia remarked as she grabbed onto Aubrie's shoulder once more.

Meanwhile, Aubrie felt like puking. The smell of the blood made her nauseous. It was almost the equivalent of sour milk, rotten. Yet she knew she needed this cure, she needed to get back to normal, well the new normal in any case.

When Harley finished mixing the ingredients he slowly approached Aubrie, his steps full of caution. This caused her to flash her fangs at him.

"Now I think you should know that this is going to be a very, well, painful process. In some cases, the turned have flashbacks to their time as a vampire, but I doubt that'll happen to you seeing as though you weren't even infected for more than twenty-four hours. And the next thing is that this is going to be extremely painful so you might want to brace yourself."

His words barely reached Aubrie's ears as she clenched her jaw. A few moments of silence passed as she contemplated what was about to happen to her. She slowly nodded and unclenched her jaw, tentatively grabbing the bowl from his hands she carefully tipped it towards her lips and gagged. The smell was so disgusting, so rotten, it seemed unnatural, but she knew it had to be done. 'Maybe if I just think of it as cough syrup, it can't be too bad, right?' She thought as she closed her eyes and wordlessly sent a prayer to whatever god was listening. And then she drank the vulgar concoction. But before she could finish the door was thrown open revealing a man in a leather jacket holding a machete in his hands. He looked from Dean who now had his gun drawn and then on to Aubrie who was still struggling with drinking the contents of the bowl.

"What the hell is going on in here?" His voice boomed as Aubrie screamed and fell to the floor clutching her throat, dropping the now empty red-stained bowl with a loud clang on the floor. The man glared at her and then at Monroe, who was smirking.

"A little too late aren't we Constantin?" Monroe mocked as he walked towards the man and poked him in the chest. The other man grumbled at him as he now held the blade against Monroe's throat, "Should I kill you too?"

"And why ever would you do that? I'm no good dead." His eyebrow raised as he looked behind Constantin to see some faces were missing. "And where is Bastien runoff to now? Did he go to clean up another one of your messes?" He smirked as he leaned back to take a better look at Aubrie. She looked better, but not by much. Her recovery would take a long while.

"I have informed you before that he is still back home, injured of course, from you." He glared looking around the room from Dean to Lydia and Nicole. Their eyes grew wide as they noticed the scar on his left temple.

"You must be stupid or something, after what you've done to us?" snapped Lydia her eyes voice of anger and contempt.

"Excusez-moi?" Constantin questioned his eyebrow arching.

In seconds Lydia's hands were on his throat with Nicole and Dean attempting to pry her off.

"You know what you did," She said releasing her grip from his throat, but not before spinning around and punching him in the nose, forcing him to fall backward.

Constantin gave her a look full of confusion and then it hit him. The familiar-looking tattoo on her collarbone. He then realized the gravity of the situation, a situation he had hoped to avoid.

"Words cannot describe how sorry I am to-" He was cut off as another punch landed on his nose.

A look of genuine sorrow overcame his face as he looked over to Aubrie who was still screaming and writhing on the ground

"If I had known-" Constantin was cut off as Lydia's fist landed on his face once again forcing him to hold on to the door frame. Tears were streaming down her face as she hit him over and over again. Dean and Nicole didn't bother to step in this time they instead focused on Aubrie who was still screaming.

During the ordeal, Aubrie felt as though her blood was on fire as she attempted to stop the pain she ended up scratching at her skin, especially her neck where her bite laid. She was covered in her own blood now but she couldn't help it. The pain was horrendous, and people around her screaming and fighting was certainly not helping all that much.

"Aubrie! You need to stop clawing at your skin, you're going to rip yourself to shreds!" Snapped Nicole as she grabbed her arms and grabbed something out of her back pocket.

Aubrie heard a metallic clink and her arms were pushed behind her back, a cold metal surrounding her wrists. They had cuffed her. She immediately struggled against the metal and tried to stand but was held down by Nicole. Her eyes looked tired and she gave a small shake of her head motioning to a now bloodied Constantin.

The pain had subsided but not by much and she still felt as though her veins were full of molten lava and she started to scream again.

"Could someone please shut her up!" An anger-filled Lydia shouted as she slapped Constantin across the face one last time. His head swaying limply to the left.

"You know I tried to stop it, right?" He asked his voice the ghost of a whisper.

"No, you knew what we had but you 'didn't wanna risk it.' Just remember, you took away our little sister and you knew we had a cure! No amount of apologizing can fix that."

Lydia turned on her heel and stormed out of the building with Constantin on her heels. Leaving behind a confused looking Dean.

"So, who the hell was he?"

"He was... a hunter. And as you could guess he's not exactly from here. But let's get one thing straight, he stopped being one the moment he -," Nicole trailed off staring out the door as she slowly made her way after her sister.

"That was something, but I need to get going. Can you take care of Aubrie? I mean I would but I gotta lead I gotta follow up on in California."

"No can do. I'm afraid my hands are a bit tied up here what with the mess you all caused back in Millshire."

"Well, I guess an extra hunter wouldn't hurt anything," Dean said eyeing Aubrie warily, "But she doesn't know a thing about hunting. That's what worries me. I don't need her getting hurt again."

A small smile formed on Monroe's lips as he said, "Well who better to teach than the son of the John Winchester?"

*Author's Note*

Sorry if this chapter was a bit strange. I haven't written in a while and I just kept getting more and more ideas for characters in this series. I also changed the original timeline so it is set in season one a little bit before the pilot episode. I definitely plan to come back later and flesh out this chapter I just don't have the time right now because of school and band and drama (theater.) So I hope you liked this chapter even though it kinda came out of nowhere,

-SanaeKami