Well, it's been quite awhile since I update this fic. I really slowed down for this one, sorry. I got caught up in my new fics but those are done and I wanted to at least update a chapter for this one before I start the sequels to those. This chapter Blood Red, is actually the French title for Fresh Blood, this is also part one to this episode. Let's continue on.

Looking down at my pack I couldn't help but think that maybe I should stop. I couldn't keep doing this. The time spent away was starting to match unlike when I first teleported. Before I would be in Winchesterland for hours only to come back and find out I'd been gone minutes. But now? The time was starting to catch up and I wouldn't be able to stay for more than a few hours at a time, especially with Donny as suspicious as he was.

He hadn't told our parents yet but it was only a matter of time. Granted I could just tell him what I was doing but I knew him. At first he wouldn't believe me and he might get angry if I kept insisting that it was true.

If he did believe me it'd definitely be reassuring but then he'd want to go with me to Winchesterland and that was something I wasn't willing to risk. I seemed to be resistant to injuries but he wasn't. Not like me. No I needed to keep him in the dark, for just a bit more.

The other issue was my job. Since the time spent away was lengthening I could only go away on the weekends unless something happened that wouldn't allow me to come back. My fear was that I'd end up staying too long and I'd get in trouble with work. Which was why I had been looking around for a job that would allow me to work from home. One appealing idea was as a translator.

I'd picked up a few languages from my neighborhood when I was younger that grew stronger as I got older, mostly from friends that spoke those languages. Being older took longer to learn a language but it could still be done. I had already spent the last couple days looking around online for jobs and had applied for a few things. Hopefully something came back.

For now though, I had this need to see them. To make sure everything was okay. Sure Dean hadn't bartered his soul but if something happened? If Hell found out they would do everything they could to get Dean. I couldn't allow that to happen. So because of Atropos and the unknown future, maybe I'd try to leave clues. An off-hand comment that wouldn't necessarily be telling but something they could figure out on their own.

Taking a quick breath I picked up the med bag and duffle off my bed, gripping the straps tight as I closed my eyes. Like last time I envisioned the backseat of the Impala. The smell of leather and gunpowder, the rumbling from the engine.

The transition was smooth, effortless but I still gave a grunt when I was suddenly falling back against the leather seats. Switching positions so abruptly was a little disorientating.

I sat up, the Impala empty and took a look out the window. It was dark and Dean had parked the car in front of some kind of warehouse. There was movement on the side of the building and I peered through the windshield just in time to see Sam and Dean disappear inside. Definitely in the middle of a hunt.

I paused, unsure if I should try and help. Probably shouldn't but I was going to anyway. Having seen the type of weapon both men were carrying I plucked the machete from my med bag and got out of the car, slinking through the shadows until I slipped though the same door they'd gone through.

The building wasn't terribly well lit, as most creepy places weren't, but considering it was the middle of the night it made some sense. Machinery was everywhere but I had no way of knowing where the boys had disappeared to. So I did the only thing I could think of.

Gripping my machete, I closed my eyes again, but this time thought of Sam and Dean walking in front of me. Their heads swiveling back and forth as they searched, shoulders tense ready to lash out-

The sudden shift under my feet made me give a small gasp of surprise but then my head pulsed so fiercely that I immediately dropped, narrowly missing the large silver blade that whipped through the air above me.

"Angie?!"

"Son of a bitch."

Looking up from my squat Sam and Dean peered down at me, Sam being the one who had taken the swipe. His expression had a hint of horror on it while Dean looked pissed. I smiled at them, waving my own machete in greeting. "Hi guys."

Dean was already shaking his head, hissing angrily. "No, no 'Hi guys.' What are you doing here? No, you know what? Just go back outside and wait for us."

He seemed to be in a real bad mood. I bit back the need to argue. They were the experts not me, so I had to keep quiet. "Alright, alright. Just tell me what's going on, maybe I can give a hint."

Sam answered while Dean did a quick glance around, both of them tense. "It's Gordon. That hunter that was killing Lorna's nest. He's got somebody as bait and they're around here somewhere."

"He's also a vampire now so that makes him even more dangerous." Dean bit out, his voice tight.

Right, so it was that episode. I nodded at them. "Fine, I'll head back out, just stick close together, okay? I mean it. Don't put yourselves in a position to get separated. You understand?" The two men shared a glance before they both nodded at me. That taken care of I closed my eyes again, imagining the black paint of the Impala and the lines of the car. When I shifted again it was another flawless transition and the sudden chill of night made me shiver.

I'd ended up right where I wanted to be. Outside the warehouse, right next to the Impala. Teleporting in Winchesterland was much easier than back home. Interesting. Putting the machete away I left the med bag around my shoulders, in case I needed the medical supplies. I wasn't sure what kind of condition the lady would be in, best to be ready though. I paused, my eyebrow furrowing. Wait a second…that lady wasn't–

I didn't have time to complete my thought when I felt something, a sick feeling rolling through me. Milliseconds later I was sidelined by a powerful force, my head making a sickening crack against the concrete, my side burning in pain from the impact with the ground. In a woozy haze I only saw a shadowy figure before another powerful hit across my skull sent me into darkness.

~~~SPN~~~

"Angie?" Donny eased open the apartment door, ears tuned for movement. Nothing. "Zane?"

Neither greeted him and Donny's steps turned silent as he moved through his sister's home, pulling the handgun from the small of his back.

He'd unexpectedly gotten the day off and he'd tried to call his sister but she hadn't answered, much like last time. Now he was concerned. He'd felt a sense of dread for a few hours and some how knew his sister was involved.

He was also still having those strange dreams. Angie was in them but so were those two guys from that show she watched. Or at least they looked like them. He'd watched a few episodes with Angie, not enough to really know the actors, only calling them by the names from the show but he knew what they looked like.

In his dreams the super giant one, Sam, had much darker hair than the actor did, actually they both seemed more dark haired and other little things were different. The shape of eyes and nose. Eye color was a bit off too. One had green-hazel eyes while the other seemed to have brown. At first glance you would think they were the actors but the more you studied them the more the differences popped and now Donny could easily tell them apart. But the one thing that stood out the most was the scars.

Their arms and hands were covered in cuts, little knots of scar tissue where chunks of flesh had been savagely gouged out, some Donny recognized as claw marks. Those particular ones were very faint, they'd been careful with the healing process for those scars and others like it.

And all the dreams he'd had were ones where Angie was in some kind of danger. It was why he'd come by that day to take her shooting and to get her her own gun.

He quickly cleared the living room and kitchen, easing down the hallway and peeking into the closet and bathroom. Nothing. The last room, the bedroom, was closed and it was from this room he felt something. He wasn't sure what it was but he didn't like it.

He slowly opened the door, scoping out the room with his gun up in the air. Nothing. Both Angie and Zane weren't here. Donny did a quick look around and bit out a curse when seeing Angie's cell phone on the end table next to her bed. After scolding his sister about leaving behind her phone there shouldn't be a reason why she'd leave it behind again.

Something wasn't right.

Tucking his gun away he headed for her closet, intent on searching for the gun case that had come with the nine millimeter he'd gifted her, pausing only to curiously eye the large bag of road salt and a random loop of rubber tubing she had stashed in the small space. Nothing there.

The dresser was another idea but he ignored it for now, only resorting to it as a last result. Instead he searched the drawers of her night table but once again found nothing. Getting on his knees Donny ducked to check under the bed, finding the gun case but also hula hoops taped to the floor. He gave a poke, hearing something rattle within the plastic toy.

"What the hell Ang?" He was very confused but ignored it and grabbed the gray case, which let him know something was definitely wrong. It was too light. Sure enough, when he opened it, it was empty. "What the hell Angie? What's going on?"

Standing up he was suddenly hit with pulsing pain in his head. Flashes came to him. A warehouse at night. A older black car sitting in front of the building, his sister standing next to it. Someone throwing themselves at her, knocking her to the ground, delivering a swift smack to her head. That same someone getting up while tossing his limp sister over their shoulder and walking away.

He tilted, throwing his arms out to steady himself. No. No, he needed to get to Angie. He wasn't sure what was happening but he needed to just get to his sister. More pain built and Donny grit his teeth to keep from making a sound.

Another flash. His sister unconscious and tied to a chair. Her gun, a machete, and other items on a table off to her right. A man coming up behind her and roughly pulling her head back, causing her to wake with a shout.

"No!"

Donny fell forward from the pain, catching himself from face planting into the ground, the pain he'd felt suddenly gone. He eased up off the pavement, panting away the residual headache and wiping his hands of the small grit that had embedded into the soft skin.

Wait.

Donny's eyes widened as he stood, taking in his surroundings. He was outside. On a darkened street. In the dead of night. There was a small building a couple hundred yards to the right of him, what looked like an old mechanic's garage with the business name faded away. What the hell had just happened?

There was a sense he felt right then, a gentle pulse that he was very familiar with. Angie. That was Angie. He wasn't sure how but him and his sister were connected somehow, in a way that couldn't be explained. And that little nudge in his mind had always been a way to know his sister was nearby, and if it was going off now?

Donny remembered the visions, for lack of a better word, that he'd gotten earlier at the apartment and he immediately pulled the handgun from its holster, face grim as he stalked toward the building.

~~~SPN~~~

"I don't like it. What's that bastard playing at?"

Sam agreed with his brother as they carried the woman out the building toward the Impala. It didn't make sense. What was Gordon's plan? Sam was so sure the rogue hunter would have ambushed them in the factory but he hadn't shown up. That couldn't be it, could it?

He felt the growl before he heard it and he was suddenly thrown to the pavement, pain flaring across his chest where the woman had hit him.

"Sammy!"

The youngest Winchester was up on his feet, pulling the machete from its sheath and staggering toward Dean. His brother was on his back, forearms across the chest and neck of the hostage that Gordon had to have changed before they got there as the newborn vampire snapped her teeth in an effort to reach Dean. All part of the ambush Sam was sure about.

Waiting until he was within striking distance Sam let out a yell. It caught the woman's attention like he planned and she turned back to hiss at him but he was ready. A quick swing was all it took and Dean let out a sigh as he pushed the headless corpse off of him and to the side.

"You okay Dean?" Sam helped his brother up, looking him over as he did. No injuries. His brother was okay.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Dean froze, looking out toward the Impala. "Sam. Where's Angie?"

Sam's grip on the machete tightened at Dean's words and as one the pair charged toward the black car. A quick look in the back seat showed only her duffle bag.

"Damn it."

Dean's declaration was followed by his phone ringing. Sam watched as his brother's eyes was cold and sharp, cell phone pressed against his ear. "Where. Is. She?"

~~~SPN~~~

As much as I hated my predicament, it wasn't terrible. Mostly for the fact that Gordon had taken all my weapons from the bag and laid them out on the work bench across the room. Good thing I suppose. I honed in on the machete, waiting for the former hunter to turn away while on the phone with the boys. Once his gaze was away the machete flipped over silently, the edge of the blade now facing outward.

I could send it across the room with quite a bit of force but too much distance and Gordon would notice, giving him enough time to possibly dodge it. I had to wait until he was close.

I felt a little nudge in the back of my mind but I brushed it aside, trying to hear what Gordon was saying to Dean. I wasn't sure what he was planning now since the original plan didn't include me.

Gordon hung up, turning to stare dark eyes at me. I didn't flinch, gazing back but also half a mind on the machete. He was across the room from me, I needed him closer.

"So you're another psychic? Like little Sammy?" He walked forward a few steps, pausing with his arms crossed.

Just being in his presence had my skin crawling but I was pretty sure that was due to the fact that he was a vampire now. I'd felt it with the changelings and with the demon smoke in Wyoming. I was detecting his supernatural-ness. I worried for a second he might be feeling the same thing from me.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I knew he was obsessed with Sam and the other psychic kids. It was in my best interest to separate myself from that.

He shook his head, giving a small chuckle. "Can't play that card with me, sweetheart. I've asked around. The guys tried, they really did but if you know who to ask and what to ask, you can find out anything."

I didn't like that. Someone somewhere knew who or maybe what I was? No, they just thought I was psychic. There was no way they knew I was anything more, not even the guys knew.

"Question is," Gordon took a few more steps closer, leaning down to fixate his dark eyes on me. Just a little more, preferably a bit to my right. "Are you another run-of-the-mill or one of those demon soldiers?"

I raised an eyebrow at him, hoping to give off an air of incredulity. He didn't seem like he believed me. He quickly pulled away from me, head tilted and gaze off to the side. What was he doing? I grimaced as he abruptly took in a slow yet large breath through his nose. He exhaled with a growl, eyes locked back on me.

"Interesting."

And then he was gone.

What the hell? Either way, no time. I shifted, pulling at the restraints holding me down. It was only rope. Expertly tied and kinda tight, but rope nonetheless. I glanced over at the table. I could probably get my pocket knife over to me. Yay for telekinesis.

A sudden banging of a door across the auto shop distracted me and out of the shadows came Gordon but he wasn't alone. He was dragging a man face down by the back of his shirt collar, limbs weakly protesting the treatment.

Gordon dropped him within feet of me, the pulsing in my head intensifying and it all made sense. No. No, there was no way.

I looked up at Gordon who only gave the barest of smiles. "Friend of yours? Maybe closer than that? You smell the same. So, family?"

On the ground the man gave off a groan as he tried to get up and I nearly had a panic attack when familiar brown eyes looked up at me.

"Angie?"

No. No. Just no. Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it. He was never suppose to be involved. Never suppose to know.

"Donny?"

What was worse was the blood on my brother's face. More specifically, smeared across his lips.

With bared teeth I looked at Gordon, my body practically vibrating. I hadn't even noticed I'd started crying. "What did you do?"

Gordon seemed somewhat pleased yet sad at the same time. He held up a bleeding wrist, a savage crescent-shaped bite mark on display. "Just so you can understand."

"You son of a bitch." I growled and let loose a blast of telekinesis.

~~~SPN~~~

"Angie!"

Dean's yell echoed in the small building as both him and Sam burst through the side door but he immediately halted in the doorway, surprised by the scene they'd stumbled upon.

Gordon was slumped up against the far left wall of the autoshop next to a work bench that held numerous weapons and Angie's empty med bag. Or at least most of Gordon. His body was missing its head. Another couple slow steps forward revealed the missing piece on the ground lying next to Angie's machete.

As for their friend she was completely ignoring them, murmuring frantically while on her knees next to a man crumpled on the floor.

Dean glanced over at Sam, his brother giving him an unsure shrug. As one they stepped forward, Dean calling out again. "Angie?"

This time they happened to catch both her and the man's attention, Angie looking up startled while the stranger turned his head to peer at them over his shoulder. Although Dean was incredibly worried about his friend's tears it was the blood smeared across the man's face that had him moving on instinct.

His machete was in hand instantly, a glint of metal at his side letting him know Sam had also armed himself, but before they could move forward they were pushed back roughly. Without being touched.

The man had turned away from them, head slumped down, but Angie was staring at them, tears being ignored while she bared her teeth at them. It was the angriest he'd ever seen her.

"No." The growl was impressive, even with the slightest teary quiver.

"Angie…" He tried, taking a small step forward but once again was pushed roughly back several feet.

"I. Said. No." Their brunette friend bit the words out, turning away from him to duck her head down and talk to the freshly-made vampire next to her. She was speaking fast, the words in a language he had never heard before.

"It's twinspeak." Next to him, Sam hadn't moved from the first time Angie had pushed them away and now was just studying the pair.

Twinspeak? Dean furrowed his eyebrows for a second before his confusion cleared. "Son of a bitch." No wonder she was so defensive. That was her twin Donny. How had he gotten here all the way from Seattle?

"Dean…"

"I know." She would be highly defensive already but maybe they could talk her down. Let her know about Lenore, they had the vampire's number in case they came across any newborn vampires. To try to keep them on the straight and narrow. Anything to prepare her. At some point her brother could possibly attack her and once that bloodlust faded and clarity came back, Donny would be upset with himself if he hurt her.

Staying where he was he kept his voice low, crouching down to the same level as their friend. "Angie?"

The brunette woman was no longer talking to her brother instead she had her eyes closed and Dean could see underneath the skin how her pupils roved quickly. He kept going, eyes shifting between the siblings. Angie had a firm white-knuckle grip on her brother's shirt while Donny hung his head, hands tight in fists on his thighs as he kneeled. So far so good.

"Listen Angie. I know Donny is your brother and I know you love him. We won't…do anything unless we have to but you know what's happening. What's coming. We can call Lenore. You remember her? Her nest doesn't feed on people. We can call her, see if she can help your brother. Angie?"

When he had started talking she had flinched but since then she'd remained quiet, her eyebrows furrowing deeper, her lips grim but now they turned up just the slightest. Brown eyes snapped open, wide and gleaming. She ignored him, speaking rapidly to her brother in their language. He murmured back, his voice a little shaky. Whatever he said made her happy because the twitches in her lips grew bigger and she gave a small smile.

It was gone in the next second when she looked up at them, face determined. "One of you call Bobby. Now."

Dean glanced at Sam. "Angie…?"

She turned away from her brother, glaring at them. "Now. Do it now."

Behind him Sam scrambled at her command and Dean knew he was fighting to get his phone from his pocket. He focused on their friend. "Angie talk to me. What's going on?"

She gave him a grin. "I'm gonna save my brother."

"Angie?" Dean looked behind him, Sam on the phone and staring at them. "Bobby wants to know what you want?"

She returned to watching her brother but spoke her request. "I need him to track down and get the numbers of some hunters. Gwen and Mark Campbell. Christian Campbell as a last resort but mainly Gwen and Mark."

Dean had never heard of those people but Sam passed on the message while Dean watched Angie pat at her brother, whispering soothing words in their twin language. "Angie, why do you need them? How can they help? They might try killing your brother."

She didn't look at him but did shake her head. "No they're not. They're gonna save Donny."

"How?"

This time she looked over at him, eyes glancing up quickly, letting Dean know Sam was watching them and she smiled at them. "They're gonna cure my brother."

Yes I'm adding the Campbell cousins. Angie's got some 'splaining to do. I actually cut this chapter in half so I could post this. Let me know what you guys think. Peace out. -Mez