"You okay, kid?" A gruff voice asked him as Sam slowly drifted towards consciousness. His entire body was sore and his head throbbed in waves with the worst headache he had ever experienced. He slowly opened his eyes, his eyelids heavy as anvils. Standing over him were the two men from the night before, the ones who had advised him on the Change. "Probably have yourself a nasty little Change hangover, don't you?"

"Y-yeah," Sam nodded painfully and slowly maneuvered himself into a sitting position. He cradled his head in his hands as the new position caused his head to throb even harder in protest. "What happened?"

The two men exchanged looks and then took a seat on either side of him. "Do you remember being attacked, kid?" One of the men asked gently. "By some animal or something?"

"What? No." Sam frowned. He normally would have hesitated to share anything he knew about werewolves, but the fact that these two were werewolves and that he was evidently in a much younger body was enough to kill that hesitation. "Look, I haven't been bitten by any werewolves or anything. I don't even know how I got to those woods, the last thing I remember was being with my brother. Wait, Dean! Did you guys see or smell or hear anything while you were Changed?"

The two looked surprised at how quickly Sam had adjusted to his new reality but quickly moved past the surprise. "Sorry, kid," Alaric said. "But you were the only one in those woods for miles and miles. Lucky, really. If any humans had been nearby you probably would have been trying to attack them on instinct. Especially if Pete here and I weren't there to keep an eye on you."

"Kid, your name, its Sam Winchester right?" Pete asked uncertainly, glancing to Alaric.

"Yeah, how did you know that?" Sam asked, certain he had not told them.

Alaric grabbed a laptop from and held it out to Sam, the screen facing towards him. "You better read this, Sam. It doesn't explain much but it will at least catch you up to speed as to where Pete and I on your little mystery."

As Sam took the laptop and began to read his own confusion grew as the words seemed to make no sense at all.

Meanwhile, several hundred miles away, the sun had just set and Dean rose from where he had been watching TV in the home of the people he had drained. Originally he had wanted to figure out a way to keep moving, but the fact that even the most minimal contact with sunlight burned his skin caused him to forego the plan. So, instead he chose to relax and learn what he could. It took him very little time to find the family's laptop and break into it. From there he searched for Sam and then himself. The first article that popped up was all the information he needed. It was a news article detailing their death. According to the article their vehicle had been found in the woods, crashed into a tree. Dean's body had been found dragged several yards from the car with twin puncture wounds in his neck that had nearly ripped his throat out. Sam's body had not been found. They had searched the woods for his body for some time but the latest update on the article reported that all search parties had been suspended until such time as new information arose. There were a few other articles of their friends and family, Dean's lip had curled in disgust when he saw his supposed parents were two people he didn't know, saying how great they were and how much they were going to be missed. For the briefest of moments Dean had entertained the idea of going back to the town he was supposedly from and attempt to find some information but he discarded the idea. He had no idea what was happening but he was very certain he had no intention of letting people who might know him see him. He wanted to keep his body count relatively low, despite the Mark's urging. For now.

He strode past the bodies without sparing them as much as a second glance. The couple had an old fashioned gas grill and he had left the gas on for the last hour. After that he had rigged up a little device that would cause a small flame a few minutes after being switched on. He flipped it on then and left the house, throwing on the jacket he had stolen from the man. In fact he had stolen quite a lot from them including cash, clothes, and some other odds and ends he thought he might need. He slid into their car and turned the key, pulling quickly out of the driveway. Walking was for the birds and he figured he had at least a few hours before they would start looking at things as a homicide. He was about a mile away when his acute hearing picked up the unmistakable sound of an explosion in the distance. "Well, that takes care of that," he said to himself, changing the radio to classic rock. Almost ironically, 'TNT' blasted through the speakers. He hummed along absentmindedly as he thought about where he would need to go next. He had no clue at all of where Sam would be, not here that much was for certain. Once he had finished reading up on his own situation he had checked to see if he could find any information on vampire attacks. Thankfully, there had been some information. He had read a report about a body found drained of blood in Las Vegas, which was where he was now headed. If he drove all night chances are he would get there with a little light to spare.

He did just that, giving little consideration for the car's wellbeing or speed limits. Once Dean pulled into downtown Las Vegas he ditched the car and wiped his prints from it. The sun's first glimmer of light was just beginning to peek over the horizon and Dean had a sudden desire to let out a hiss at it. He, thankfully, resisted the impulse and began to search for a place to hide. There were people all around him which caused him to not notice when someone came up behind him and press something hard into the small of his back. "Alley, now kid," A gruff voice said, giving him a shove.

Fighting an urge to smile Dean went along meekly with the desire. He was pushed into an alley and out of view of the public. Once the man had pushed him sufficiently deeply into the alley so that the commotion of people was merely a dull roar Dean whirled on him with inhuman speed. It was over in very little time. The would-be mugger was on the ground with his lifeblood being slowly drained into Dean's body as he leaned over the man. A loud sigh interrupted his feeding and Dean looked up to see two people with tattoo-like markings all over their skin. In their hands were odd looking silver blades that seemed to produce their own light. "What have we here, a vampire breaking the Accords?"

"Sure seems like it," the other tattooed person agreed. "Suppose we better kill it."

"Suppose so, can't have that."

"Wait, you two know I am a vampire?" Dean asked, wiping his mouth and ignoring the sudden pulse of the Mark. It wanted more blood and these two seemed like trouble. "How?"

"We're shadowhunters, you dunce," one answered, his tone almost bored. "Now, let us put you down like a good little Downworlder. I don't feel like wasting time on filth like you."

Dean's eyes narrowed and his muscles tightened subtly. "What did you just say to me?" he asked in a low voice.

His tone must have caused them some pause as they stopped moving towards him. "You are a fresh turn, aren't you?" The closer of the two asked, almost delightedly. "Good, even more of an excuse to slaughter some nests. Siring vampires and not teaching them, or something. It's not a great reason but, hey, take what you can get right?"

They moved forward again and Dean assumed a fighter's stance. These two were trouble, and dangerous. He could tell that from the way they moved, snakelike. But they were underestimating him. It would be their last mistake.