A/N: Hey guys! I just wanted to say thank you for so many views and also a big thank you to those of you that review! It really helps 3

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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SAM OR DEAN WINCHESTER THEY BELONG TO THE WRITERS OF SUPERNATURAL. THE OCs, HOWEVER ARE MINE.

"So what's the deal with this Wellons guy?" Dean asked as he watched Mel search the room.

"He was a psychopath. From what Alice told me, he liked decapitating animals before dissecting them when he was younger. Then he got help and got better for a while, but he got the crazies again and started doing what he used to do to animals to people." she replied, peeking behind an overturned desk.

"Psychopathic ghost. Awesome." he commented, eyes looking her up and down.

Mel stood up straight and glanced over at him, noticing him staring. "Like the view?" she asked, sounding slightly annoyed, but in all truth she didn't mind.

"Definitely." he smirked, moving his eyebrows up and down.

Mel couldn't help but laugh a little. She was starting to like this guy.

"Good to know." she said, bumping him with her hip and turning her head to smirk at him as she left the room.

Dean was grinning. "Y'know, when this is all over, you should get a drink with me." he said, walking next to her.

"Think so?" she glanced over at him, looking amused. "Sure, I'll get a drink with you, pretty boy."

"If you keep calling me that, I'm calling you sweetheart from now on." he warned.

Mel chuckled. "Call me sweetheart, Dean, and I'll knock you out cold."

"That's better." he smirked slightly, liking how feisty she was- it wasn't every day that he had to try and get a woman to like him. It was like a new challenge.

Mel shook her head, entertained with him. He was so predictable, but yet so unpredictable at the same time. She stopped dead when she heard a noise.

"You hear that?" she asked, looking alert.

"What?" Dean stopped to listen. "I don't hear anything."

Mel listened, still hearing a noise that sounded like metal on concrete. "This way." she said quietly, taking cautious steps toward the end of the hall. Dean followed, unsure about what was going on. He hadn't heard anything. Not until it was too late. As Mel turned the corner, Wellons' grotesque form advanced on her.

"CASSSSSIIEEEEEEE!" He swung the rusted axe straight at Mel.

She acted quickly, seeing Wellons swing and moving slightly to dodge it, but Wellons was picky, he didn't want her head. He deftly changed the path of his axe, bringing it to smash into her stomach with a sickening thud. There was a loud, wet ripping noise, mixed with Mel's scream, as the blade ripped apart fabric and skin alike, sending a spurt of red across the walls and floor. Just as soon as he appeared, Wellons was gone, a laugh echoing from where he had been. Dean darted forward as Mel began to fall, catching her and falling to his knees. She groaned and touched where the axe had hit, feeling her own slimy insides sitting on the outside.

"Shit..." she muttered, trying to put them back inside her.

Dean felt sick, knowing that she wasn't going to make it long enough for help to arrive. He knew he would be the one to have to tell Alice her sister was dead. She would be devastated.

"Mel..." he said, looking pained. "I'm sorry."

"It's...okay." she breathed, the movement making more blood pour from her wound.

'How am I supposed to tell her? Losing her sister...' he thought. 'I don't know how she could live.'

Mel was dying fast, and there was nothing he could do about it. He glanced at her stomach, about to try and save her when the damnedest thing happened.

Mel's stomach began to heal.

Sam watched Alice walk slightly ahead of him, wondering what was wrong with her. They had explored a few more rooms and in all of them she had seemed distracted. She wasn't able to concentrate on anything too long before she zoned out. He was starting to worry. Seeing a room up ahead, he nudged her slightly.

"Let's check this one." he said, turning to go into the room as they arrived.

Alice jumped out of her thoughts long enough to follow him in, glancing around at it. She picked up a folder that was laying on the surgical table as Sam looked around. He opened a cabinet, finding morphine and many other pain killers, along with other surgical equipment. Realizing a lot of them hadn't been cleaned, he grimaced slightly before turning to glance at Alice to see how she was doing. He felt slightly relieved to see she was looking at some leads.

'Maybe she's fine now.' he thought.

He continued to look around the room, searching for a good ten minutes before he realized that he hadn't heard Alice move any pages. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked over again. Alice was holding the same folder, looking at the same page she was on when he last looked. The folder was shaking and so was she, he realized.

"Alice?" His concern was obvious by the tone in his voice as he took a step toward her.

A loud smack sounded as she dropped the folder, sending papers flying across the floor. One of her shaking hands went up to touch her throat as a whimper sounded from her. Sam was at her side in seconds, worry written all over his face. Alice was panicking inwardly. She had been worrying about Mel when she finally looked at the folder she was holding. It showed a young woman with blonde hair, one of the patients from the list she saw. Suddenly, she had felt sick, realizing a connection she had previously missed. All the women who were beheaded were blonde. Wellons was attacking young blondes.

"Alice, what's wrong? Hey, look at me." Sam said, his hands grabbing her shoulders.

"H-he..." she swallowed, feeling sick now that she was about to say it out loud. "He only attacks b-blondes...that's how I die. You saw him b-behead me, didn't you?"

Sam froze, confused for a moment before it clicked. His eyes glanced at the scattered pages on the floor, picking out the face of a young blonde woman. He didn't answer for a moment, then he returned his gaze to hers. Her blue eyes were wide and panicked and filled with tears. Something broke inside him and he pulled her into a hug, wrapping his arms protectively around her.

"I won't let him hurt you. I promise." He said, meaning every word.

Alice had tensed when Sam hugged her. The last time a guy had hugged her like that it had been her own father. In fact, she had never had such a warm, comforting hug from any other man. Not even her ex-boyfriend. For the first time in a long time, she felt safe. She closed her eyes, relaxing, and hugged him back, letting the tears fall. It felt like all four years of pain she had held inside her had flooded, breaking down her walls. She was such a liar, to herself and everyone else.

She couldn't do this to him. She couldn't keep lying to a guy who was this compassionate and honest. He would understand if she told him the truth. 'Wouldn't he?' she thought.

"I-I'm sorry..." she sobbed into his chest.

Sam frowned slightly and pulled away just enough to see her face. "Sorry for what?"

"I h-haven't been honest with you or your brother...this is all my f-fault, they're in danger." she said, unable to meet his eyes for the shame she felt.

Sam blinked, expression suddenly turning serious. "What's going on, why are they in danger?" Then, after Alice didn't answer, his hand guided her face to look at him. "Alice, you have to tell me."

Alice bit her lip. "It's my sister...she's...s-she's not human."

Sam's hand dropped from her face and he let go of her, taking a step back. He felt a fear rising in him, along with a strange sense of betrayal. He barely knew her, why did he feel betrayed? "...what is she?" he asked.

Alice's heart twinged, knowing she had probably lost whatever trust he had in her. She felt small and vulnerable, her mind flashing back to the day this all had started, back to the word that Mel had whimpered to her; back to the word she could barely even choke out-

"Vampire."