A/N: Left you guys hanging on the last one! Did you like the plot twist? ;D I've decided, since I'm ahead in the chapter writing, to update on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I'll announce if I won't be updating if I can't for that day, don't worry. Anyway, on with the story!

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

Dean's eyes widened as he watched Mel's ripped and mangled skin slowly start to pull together, attaching like an invisible needle was stitching her back up. In seconds, her stomach looked completely normal. There wasn't even a scar- only leftover blood to tell of her previous wound. That could only mean one thing. 'She's not human.' Dean concluded quickly, pulling away from her and standing up, a hand reaching for his bag. Mel caught herself before she could hit the floor after Dean let go. She slowly sat up, watching him warily. This was bad.

"Dean-" she started.

"What are you, huh?" he interrogated, grabbing his silver dagger from the back of his boot.

Mel stood up, brushing herself off, her toned stomach showing, her shirt ripped off at the middle. "I'm a vampire." she stated simply, like it was nothing.

'Dammit.' Dean swore inwardly. He hadn't brought anything for vampires in his bag. He continued to keep the tough and angry look on his face, taking a step toward her. "Bloodsucker, huh?"

After their previous hunt, Dean had learned that not all vampires were bad, but he had to be sure. He had to make sure she wasn't dangerous- he had to push her.

"I'm not-"

"Oh, really? 'Cause I think you're a monster. A blood-sucking, undead, thing. You could kill at any moment." He took more steps toward her, but she was holding her ground. His words had made her angry, and her hands were balled into fists.

"I am not a monster. I'm a person. Just a normal person." she said through gritted teeth.

"Person? I don't think so. If you were a normal person, this wouldn't bother you." he said, taking his dagger and carefully running it across the skin of his arm with a grimace, leaving a line of newly blossoming blood in its wake.

Mel froze, her eyes locked on the cut. The last she had any blood had been back at the hotel, from a bag they had stolen from a hospital. She had been fine, but now she could feel her insides screaming; she was so hungry. The pointed teeth that were normally hidden up inside her gums began to slide out as the sweet aroma of Dean's blood flooded her senses.

"You see that?" Dean said, eying her sharp rows of teeth. "You're far from normal. Normal people don't crave blood. You're a monster, like I said-"

An enraged growl sounded from Mel's throat sounding more inhuman than anything. She charged at him, teeth bared. Caught off guard, Dean barely dodged in time before she was grabbing onto him. He hit the wall hard, her hands pinning him.

"You wanna say that again?" she snarled, eyes looking crazed, like she wasn't herself anymore.

"Monster." Dean whispered, feeling warmth run down the back of his head. He must of hit it pretty hard.

"AAGHHHGHHH!" Her fist came at him so fast it was a miracle he ducked in time.

With a loud crunch, Mel's fist hit the spot where his head had been seconds earlier, making the wall crack, and sending debris falling. Her fist was imbedded in the wall. If she would of hit Dean, he would of died instantly.

"Holy shit.." Dean said, glancing over at her hand. That was cutting it way too close.

The crazed look in Mel's eyes slowly faded before they widened, realizing what she had done. In the moment of her hesitation, Dean grabbed her shoulders, turning her with enough force that her hand came out of the wall with a loud crackling noise. Her back slammed the wall as he pinned her, dagger at her throat.

"You could of killed me. Now I'm going to kill you." he said, still playing that he could actually kill her. The dagger wasn't large enough to do the job right.

"No...I won't...I won't do it again. I'm not like the others." Mel said, voice uncharacteristically pleading. Her teeth had retracted and she looked like a normal woman again.

"Who's to say you won't do it again?" Dean asked, bringing the dagger to graze her throat slightly, leaving a thin line of blood.

"I won't. I'm not a monster." she promised, voice shaking. She could feel the barriers that she had worked so hard to build up crumbling with the realization that he was right. In the moment of her anger, she could of killed him- and she would of killed him in a heartbeat. What's worse was in that moment she had wanted to kill him. Alice had told her time and time again to watch her temper- that one little outburst could kill, and she had been right. It had happened before. A hunter had died by her hand a few years back, but she had thought it was under control now. She had been wrong.

"I'm not a monster." she repeated, more to herself than to Dean. Hot, unfamiliar wetness slipped down her cheeks and she realized she was crying for the first time in years.

Dean lessened his arm's pressure on her, surprised by her change of heart. He felt slightly relieved. She wasn't one of them. True vampires- the really evil ones- didn't cry. He stayed silent, his eyes hard and searching hers. A sob escaped her throat and his expression softened.

"I didn't choose this...I didn't want this...please.." she said, eyes begging.

"I know." Dean said, his voice soft. He lowered the dagger, bringing his other hand up to her face, wiping away a tear. "I'm sorry, I was wrong.."

Mel met his eyes, seeing a gentleness that hadn't been there before. "No, you were right." she said, barely a whisper.

Dean shook his head. "You're more human than any vamp I've ever seen, Mel. Definitely not a monster. More like a pit-bull who looks like she could kill ya, but is actually just a big softie." He smiled a little, hoping to lighten the mood.

Mel let out a choked laugh. "That's not exactly a compliment."

Dean's hand remained on her face as his thumb gently stroked her cheek. "You don't look like the compliment type."

If Mel's heart could beat, it would be pounding. Dean was so close to her that she could feel his breath as he spoke. Her sensitive ears were in tune with his heartbeat and she realized it was slightly faster than normal. She felt something deep in her chest, something that ached. Dean's eyes glanced at her mouth, then met her eyes before he slowly leaned in, his lips meeting hers softly. The ache in Mel's chest dissipated, replaced with a feeling of ecstasy. Her arms immediately wrapped around his neck as she kissed him back fervently. The dagger clattered to the floor as Dean smiled slightly at her reaction, his hands moving to her bare waist. He pressed against her slightly, pinning her between him and the wall as they kissed. She responded by kissing him harder, more hungrily.

Until now, she hadn't realized how much she actually liked Dean. Of course, he was a jackass sometimes, and a pain, but she kind of liked that about him. She liked how hard-headed and full of himself he could be, while also hiding the compassion she had seen in his eyes moments ago. Dean's tongue grazed the tip of her lower lip and she opened her mouth to let him in, enjoying the feelings stirring up inside her. They were full-on making out now, Mel moaning slightly as one of Dean's hands slid up her shirt.

Both of them had forgotten where they were, completely wrapped up in each other.

Sam walked down the dim hallway, Alice at his side. She hadn't said a word since she had revealed the true identity of her sister. He couldn't help but worry that she had gotten the wrong vibe from his reaction.

"A vampire. You're sister's a vampire. Crap, this is bad." he had said, running a hand through his hair with the stress of the thought. Though Dean had listened to him on their last hunt and spared the vampire then, he wasn't completely sure that he would make the same decision this time.

In retrospect, his reaction hadn't been that bad, but he realized that in that moment, he hadn't even tried to tell Alice that he was sorry about her sister or that things were still going to be okay. Glancing over at her as she walked beside him, her expression tugged at his heart. She looked like a kicked puppy. Tears were still dripping silently down her face, her eyes glued to the floor. Gathering his courage, Sam brushed his fingertips slightly against hers before taking her hand in his.

For once, Alice didn't flinch at the touch. She felt her face heating up with blush as she stole a glance at him. He met her eyes and smiled, giving her hand a slight squeeze. A sort of calm filled her, and she gave him a genuine smile, the fear and shame she had been feeling slowly fading away. Sam felt his heart speed up slightly at her smile. 'Gosh, is she pretty..' he thought, then, realizing he was staring, he turned his gaze back ahead, feeling his face grow hot.

They walked for a while, glancing into every room they passed and calling out both Dean and Mel's names. Soon, they heard a noise that sounded like a woman yelping. Sam gave Alice a look and they sped up their pace, turning a corner to find Dean and Mel. For a terrible moment, Alice thought they were attacking each other. Then, she realized Mel had her hands up his shirt and she was pretty sure that noise they heard had been one of pleasure. Her eyes widened.

"What the...?" she said, staring.

Sam, on the other hand, was outraged. "Dean!" he yelled. After his brother didn't respond, he said his name again, only louder.

Dean pulled away from Mel, breathing heavily. He had forgotten where they were for a while. Turning his head, hands still up her shirt, he grinned at his little brother. "Hey there, Sammy. Good to see you again."

"Are you kidding me right now?" Sam replied angrily. "We're on a case, Dean, this isn't the time for romance."

Dean raised his eyebrows, taking his hands away from Mel and taking a step back. His eyes moved to Sam and Alice's joint hands. "Looks like you finally made a move on blondie. Good job." he grinned, winking.

Sam hadn't realized that he had still been holding Alice's hand. He visibly blushed and so did she as they quickly let go of each others' hands and moved a little away from one another.

Dean chuckled, amused at their reaction. He reached down to pick his dagger up off the filthy floor, putting it back in his boot. Mel composed herself and stepped away from the wall, walking toward her sister.

"Al, it's so good to see you, I was worried." she said, giving her sister a quick hug.

Alice smiled and hugged her back, glad to see that her sister was fine, besides the bloodstained and ripped shirt she was wearing. "What happened?"

"Psycho ghost." she answered with a side look at Dean. He winked at her. Alice pretended she hadn't seen that.

Sam cleared his throat slightly, face still a little flushed from Dean's comment. "Anyway, we should find Wellons' body and burn it now that we're all together." he said, trying to bring every one's attention back to the matter at hand.

Like on cue, a loud wail echoed down the hall. "CAASSSSIIIEEEE!"

Sam tensed immediately, moving close to Alice. He promised he would protect her and he would. Alice drew close to Sam without thinking, her back against his chest. He instinctively put his arm around her waist, eyes alert for the ghost. Dean and Mel, on the other hand, drew their weapons right away. Mel was bent on revenge. The blasted ghost had ruined a good shirt.

Wellons appeared moments later in front of them, swinging his axe straight for Alice's neck. Sam turned, holding Alice and shielding her from the blow that was about to come.

The axe sailed toward the back of his head.