Ha ha, so, a humongous THNAK YOU! Goes out to everyone who reviewed or even just reads (tho I would be a lot happier with some input from YOU people but thanks just visitin my little corner if the internet!)

Anyway, thanks to the amazing Mazkeraide, we now have the "10 easy steps to becomin a vampire" posted on the Reviews and I must say I was pretty much laughin my head off, and to answer her question if the most cowardly officer Nelman is based off someone, the answer is yes but for fear of expulsion from my school, I really can't say who, —Cough— my gym teacher —cough cough—

Oh excuse me, I don't know what came over me.

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Chapter 22

"Dude, I'm fine."

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On the way back to Hunter Choice, Katherine attempted to explain to them what the ancient book said about curing a vampire.

"…So basically summing thing up, the only thing you need to focus on, Dean, is not drinking blood, or, you know, feeding off anyone for about 24 hours and then you—" She turned in her seat to look at him but all she receive as far as acknowledgements was a blank stare mixed in with exhaustion.

Katherine looked at the other passengers in the back seat and found that Sam also had a glazed-over expression on his face, and Hannah had her forehead pressed up against the side window, staring out at nothing in particular, with a slightly worried expression fixed upon her face.

Katherine returned he gaze to Dean and continued her sentence flatly, "You also need to break that nasty habit of wearing women's panties."

Dean blinked, "Got it," he said under a yawn, "No blood…24 hours." Then he closed his eyes and leaned his head against Hannah's shoulder; she seemed not to notice.

Katherine harrumphed crossly and turned back to face forward with a scowl.

"I was listening." Amanda said with a small smile.

Katherine didn't answer.

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It was late in the morning by the time they reached Hunters Choice and everyone in the back seat had awoken from their apparent trance.

As Hannah got out of her door, Sam attempted to help his brother out his door.

"Dude I'm fine." Dean pushed his brothers offered hand away.

Sam looked at him, unconvinced, "Dean, aside from the fact that you've been turned, Kate practically tore your chest to shreds. You shouldn't be able to walk."

"Yeah, so? Nothing hurts so I figure I'm ok for now, besides, aren't vampires supposed to have super healing abilities, or whatever?"

"That comes with your first feed." Said Katherine bitterly, she was still mad at being ignored in the car, "And don't worry about feeling anything, you won't until your human again, then…" She trailed off.

"Then what?" Dean looked at her expectantly.

"Pain," She replied darkly. "Lots, and lots of pain." Then she stalked off towards Hunters Choice. It was strange; she seemed to take gruesome pleasure in telling Dean the dismal things he should expect after turning human.

Dean pushed past Sam and was about to stop Katherine and ask her what the hell was going on, but he didn't make it ten steps before the headache he had experienced earlier in the warehouse came back with such force it brought him to his knees, bringing with it a horribly familiar smell.

Sam was immediately at his side, expression fixed upon worry as his brother cried out from another wave of excruciating pain.

"Sam…" Dean called to his brother so softly it was barely audible over his heavy breaths.

"Dean, it's alright, you're gonna be ok." Sam replied trying to calm him down and him get up.

Dean grabbed hold of his brother's arm.

Sam froze. Something about the grip made it, cold, maybe even threatening. He looked up from Dean's hand to his eyes, which had changed from their fiery-green hazel, to as dull as a burnt ember.

The dull eyes flickered dangerously and without warning he seized Sam's throat and slammed him down on the pavement.

"I'm sorry, Sammy, I really am," Dean began, his teeth were clenched as if he were having a mental war inside his head, and his eyes were fixed on his brother's exposed shoulder wound., "It's just…I'm tired of fighting this— I can't fight it."

Sam struggled for air, and managed to say, "You're not a vampire yet, Dean, you can fight it."

Dean's eyes showed no remorse as he pushed down harder on his brother's throat. "You're wrong, Sam." He growled, then opened his mouth to reveal something Sam had hoped to never see, fangs.

Just as Dean was about to use his newly grown teeth on Sam's shoulder, a voice called out from behind him. It was Hannah.

"Is that why little vampire Dean's so cranky?" her tone was mocking, "Because his new set of fangs were growin' in, huh?"

Dean let go of his brother and turned to face her, confused as to why she was speaking in such a way, yet infuriated none the less.

Sam lay sprawled on the pavement, struggling to catch his breath. He tilted his head a little to get a better look at the scene. Hannah had the Colt in hand and was aiming it directly at Dean's heart, but it was the other hand that caught Sam's attention. She was fiddling with something behind her back.

Dean was too distracted to notice.

"You know," Hannah continued her mocking voice, "I was wondering, why does it seem that all vampires have anger-management problems? You know? You'll just be sittin' there tryin' to pleasantly enjoy ripping someone's throat out and someone'll make a crack about your fangs and bam, you go through the roof!"

Dean glared at her, clearly having a mental debate on whether he should follow and instinct that had formed in his head to go ahead and attack, or wait and try to figure out what was going on.

It wasn't working she was growing desperate. Her eyes narrowed and her gaze dropped slightly as the insult came to her, "Maybe it makes up for certain…shortcomings."

Dean couldn't stop himself any longer; he lunged forward and seized her wrist that held the colt. "I'm. Gonna. Break. Your. Arm." He said through his teeth and began twisting the limb in a way not intended naturally.

This was the opportunity Hannah had been waiting for.

Immediately, she whipped out what she had been hiding behind her back. It was a silver-bladed knife and it was coated with a thick red substance.

The knife came in contact with Dean's exposed palm, and both he and Hannah watched as the dead man's blood mingled with his own.

Hannah's face had changed, and it now bore a look of sorrow, "Dean I—" She began apologetically, taking the knife away.

"Save it." he cut her off, a pained expression coming to his face as the animal-like instinct and anger flowed out of him as fast the toxic blood pulsated through his veins, "You did what you had to." He released her wrist and would have slumped to the ground if it had not been for Sam, who had been helped up by Amanda, and in turn rushed to his brother despite the recent event.

"How did you know the blood would work on him?" He asked, wrapping one of Dean's arms around his shoulder.

"I didn't," Hannah replied, tossing the knife into the trunk of the Impala, "You—your not mad?"

"No…that wasn't my brother." He looked at Dean, whose teeth were clenched; the only movement he could muster. At least he was still conscious.

Amanda came up behind them, holding the first-aid kit, "Don't worry, Sam, we'll get you brother cured, I promise."

Sam was about to reply when Katherine came rushing up to them, the worried expression etched into her face showed that any resentment she had towards Dean's actions earlier had disappeared, "Quickly," she said motioning towards Hunter's Choice, "There's a cellar below the store, we can take him there, but we'll have to restrain him."

Amanda reeled on her, "Restrain him!?" she yelled, "He's not and animal, Katherine! For God's sake, look at him, he can't even move!"

Katherine raised her voice to match Amanda's "And did you see what he almost did to Sam?! That was bloodlust, that's what it will be like every time he gets even a whiff of blood from now until he's cured, and what if we want to help him, we have to keep him under control! Is. That. Clear!?"

Amanda was slightly surprised at the volume of Katherine's voice but it was the fact that the realized the herbalist was right that made her give in. She nodded reluctantly.

"C'mon," Hannah said shakily, her eyes growing damp as she picked up Dean's other arm, "Lets get him inside."

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Sorry for the short chapter guys, but it ties better if I do it this way.