Ok little explainer of how Dean ended up in the mess he is in. Don't worry too much there is a plan!! Just not in this chapter.

Chapter 11

Past

Helena had come to him but he had barely been aware that she was there. Sue was hovering, checking him and he was cold, so cold.

"What's wrong with him?" Helena's voice drifted through the daze.

Sue turned to her. "What's wrong with him? Well let's see, first you let Kate torture him and then you drained almost all his blood and replaced it a dozen times. He's dying that's what's wrong with him. He might have managed to survive it somehow but his body isn't coping. It's shutting down bit by bit. He is after all only a human."

Helena thought how much less scared of her they all were now, now that she had a proper face, thought her lest dangerous somehow. Funny how people make judgements on your appearance isn't it?

A soft moan escaped Dean's lips. He could feel the pain rising in him again, it was like a wave, he could feel it come crashing into him only to roll away brief and then return with more force. If he was dying he wished he could hurry it up, get it over with, just make the damn pain stop.

He felt her touch on him. He want to speak to her, plead with her not to do that, not to add to his suffering but he could barely managed to speak, the sound he made not a coherent one. She lent down to him.

"Dean, can you hear me?" He let his eyelids flutter briefly. She smiled. Her voice was soft and coaxing again, he felt her touch on him change in some way, no longer causing him pain for the moment. "Dean, do you want it to be over? I can give you peace, would you like me to do that for you?" His body relaxed at the sound of her voice, he drifted, floating on its smoothness, the mellowness of her tone. "I can help you Dean. You want someone to help you Dean, don't you? You want someone to save you?"

"Sam." She frowned at his answer.

"If your brother was still alive don't you think he'd have come for you by now? Why would he leave you here?"

He managed to open his eyes and look at her. Her face swam in front of him. God she's beautiful. Her voice drifted through to him again. "All you have to do is say it Dean, and I can help you. Do you want me to end your pain? Do you want me to help you?"

He looked up at her and a tear rolled gently down his cheek. She watched as he struggled to form the word. She lent in so he could whisper it to her and she smiled as she heard him say it.

"Yes." Faint but there.

She sat back and pulled the needle from his arm as Sue watched. Helena ripped it free from the IV line, dug it hard through her skin and used it to tear a jagged cut across her lower arm. She held it over his mouth and a few drops of blood dripped onto his lips and found their way in. He opened it ready for her and she lowered the arm to those lips and let him drink, running her free hand through his hair. "See that wasn't so hard after all, was it?"

She finally pulled her arm away and watched as he closed his eyes and drifted down now into a complete and fitful rest.

"Move him upstairs and dress him."

She stood and took one more look at her new companion and then left.

"Don't think your gonna be happy when you wake up." Sue laughed and went to fetch help to move him.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Present

Sam thought that Bobby's statement of "Oh, hell, no" summed up the situation very nicely.

Kate walked over to Dean and threw a quick glance over at Helena. "Well, well, well, who would have thought it? The bold boy switched teams." She reached out and ran her hands up Dean's chest and behind his head. "Even if the change did undo all of my nice work. Feel good now the pain's gone Dean?" She reached up to kiss him and he pushed her away.

"Not if you were the last thing breathing on the planet, or not breathing in your case." He turned as if to speak to Helena and then turned back quickly, smashing his fist into Kate's face, picking her right off her feet and throwing her down at Sam's. Dean stepped forward and grabbed Sam's machete from him.

"Not so good without restraints and a tag team are you?" Dean pulled her head up and sliced the machete right through her neck, thinking it was too quick an end for the likes of her as he did it. He knew Helena was watching him, could feel her eyes on him. He turned, he wanted to go and finish her too but something stopped him moving, rooted him to the spot. He wanted to kill her for what she had done to him but he also wanted to be with her and so he did neither, he just stood there, watching.

Dean felt a hand on his arm and turned to his brother. He looked at Sam and noticed the blood that had splashed on him, felt something shift inside him. He looked down at the blood that now covered his hands and felt the want rise in him. He dropped the machete and stepped back. Sam went to step forward to check on him when he felt Lenore's hand on his arm.

"Don't."

Sam turned confusion in his eyes; he had to go to his brother. He tried to break her hold on him when Dean spoke. "Get him out of here." Sam looked back at his brother and saw the change starting to come over him. Lenore stepped between them. "Dean, you need to come with me, I can help."

Dean looked at her and she knew that the smell of the blood must be driving him to the edge, she was fighting it herself. "That's what she said."

Sam looked up, Helena was gone. "Where's is she?"

Bobby replied. "Don't worry James and Lenore's boys are blocking the exits. She won't get far."

Lenore looked up from Dean. "She won't want to anyway."

"Why?" Both Sam and Bobby asked the question in unison.

Lenore ran her hand down over Dean's face, sadness in her eyes. "We've got her mate. She'll come for him."

She saw the horrified look cross Sam's face just as the screams rang out through the building. Lenore waved him away. "He's safe with me, go check on the others."

Sam picked up the machete and gave his brother another look. Lenore waved him away again. "Just go." With that he turned and ran out to help, his mind still racing though with thoughts of his brother, Bobby hobbling after him.

Lenore looked at Dean and gently pulled up her sleeve. "Here."

"No." Dean pulled away from her. "I don't want to." But he did, he really did.

"Are you sure about that?" She drew her nail across her arm, drawing just the slightest trail of blood, he felt sick as his body responded to it. "Just enough to dull the want; make it safe for you to be with Sam."

He looked up at her and then shut his eyes, felt his new teeth slide into place, following the scent of the blood, drinking from her slowly, trying to control the urge to pin her and drink his fill. She stopped him all too soon, but at least as she had said, the want was gone. He felt dirty, couldn't look at her. She admired his control; the first time she had drunk from someone had ended nearly as prettily.

She got to her feet and steadied him as he stood. "You might want to wipe your mouth before we see your brother." She decided not to mention the blown pupils that gave away the thrill his vampire half had had drinking her. He wiped his mouth with his hands and then cleaned them on his jeans.

"It's Lenore, isn't it?" He remembered now, funny how he hadn't before.

"Yes."

"Will you help me?" She knew what he was asking, but she also knew something that he didn't.

She looked straight into his eyes. "If it comes to that, yes, I'll help you." She took his hand and walked to where the others would be waiting.

o-o-o-o-o

The scene at the front door was carnage. Helena had killed two of Lenore's men and badly injured the other and Father Thomas. He was bleeding heavily from a wound in his neck. Sam knelt down beside him.

"What is she?" Father Thomas looked at Sam with bewilderment in his eyes. "Is she a vampire?"

"I think, but there is something different about her." Sam was desperately trying to stop the bleeding as he spoke. They had to get him to a hospital.

"What is she?"

"Father I wish I knew. Where did she go?"

"Into the woods." He coughed and groaned at the pain that this brought. "Your brother? Is he safe?" Sam was touched by the concern in the priest voice considering how badly hurt he was. Sam shook his head "They turned him." He saw the sadness in the old man's eyes. "I'm sorry but perhaps there is still hope." Sam smiled at him, he seriously doubted it.

Lenore and Dean had caught them up. Dean hesitated before stepping out into the light, feeling it burn into his exposed face and hands. "It's ok, it just nips a bit." Lenore led him out. Sam tried to shelter his brother from the sight of the blood but he knew that Dean could still smell it. "Can you two fetch the car and the truck, I don't think I can carry him and with all this blood…."

He didn't need to finish the sentence Lenore understood. "We'll go."

Sam finished patching up the priest's neck and Bobby hovered behind him. "What the hell do we do now? He's a damn vampire Sam. They turned your damn brother. Do you know what this means? Perhaps he could stay with Lenore; she's managed not to drink humans…."

Sam snapped. "Bobby for god's sake please can you just shut up!"

Bobby hobbled up behind him. "I'm sorry Sam, I truly am."

Sam felt the tears prick his eyes. "So am I, Bobby, so am I."