Ok 'cos I'm a nice person I've decided to upload two chapters today, not much happens in CH12 anyway. Little cliffhanger for you. (Can't be too nice you know!)

Chapter 13

Lenore had gone to get something for her and Dean to feed on and Dean had feint tiredness and lay down on the bed, back to Sam, not willing to speak about what had happened although he knew that Sam was itching to ask him, find out how he was feeling, feel useful.

Dean didn't want to talk because he didn't know exactly how he was feeling, it was strange not to feel any physical pain, he couldn't remember the last time nothing had hurt. Sure, he was agitated but that he knew was the fact that he needed to feed, another reason why he didn't want to speak to Sam at the moment, in fact, if Lenore didn't hurry, Dean wasn't sure how much longer he could be in the same room as Sam's living, breathing body.

Sam sat watching Dean and thinking yet again how a simple action like his father using Luthor to test the Colt on had come back to bite them. Excuse the pun, Dean. The one creature that could have helped and it was dead, not only just dead but dead because one of them had killed it. The eternal Winchester circle of bad luck, what goes around comes around. Sam just hoped that it wasn't going to cost him his brother.

His train of thought and silent observation of his brother was disturbed by his phone. Fishing it out of his pocket he saw Bobby's name on the caller ID and concern hit him.

"Hey, are you alright? Do you need me to come get you?"

"No, Lenore is sending someone for me. I need you to book another coupla of rooms at the motel. We're coming to you. I've got some good news and some bad news."

"Better give me the good news 'cos I've had just about all the bad news I can take." Sam cast a glance over at his brother who was now sitting up, looking at him. "Bobby?" He mouthed. Sam nodded.

"I think know how to fix this; I think we can turn Dean back."

Sam was stunned into silence.

"Sam, you still there?"

"How? Is that even possible?" He was aware of Dean throwing his legs over the side of the bed and sitting staring at him. Listening. Sam turned his attention back to the call.

"You kill the bitch. She's a pure blood right. Lenore told me, so I researched them, it's sketchy but there is lore on them. She dies, so does her bloodline, should mean that Dean reverts back to a human." Sam realised at that moment that he'd never thought about his brother as anything other than human. Bobby continued. "Want the bad news?"

"Hit me."

"Well we don't know where she is for starters and it says that it kills the bloodline so I hope that means Dean should revert but then again…."

"It could mean we might kill him too." So much for the good news Sam thought.

"Lenore is fairly sure that she'll come for him at some point so finding her shouldn't be too much of a problem but we need it to happen fast."

"Why."

"Dean's thirst is gonna get real bad, real quick. He needs that first kill but if he feeds from a human, it's all over, doesn't matter if you kill her, it won't cure him."

"So we find her and I'll chop her damned head off myself."

"That's the other problem. That won't work either. Says here 'you have to return her to the earth from which she came, deliver her back by the fire and the wind'. Lenore's gonna look into it for us as well, try a few of her 'contacts'."

"What the hell does that mean, do we have to burn her?" Sam stopped. He realised that Dean was standing behind him, quiet and so close that if he'd had one, Sam would have felt his breath on his neck.

"Dean?" He turned and for a moment he wasn't quite sure if it was his brother standing behind him, then there was a slight shift in his eyes and he stepped back.

"Dean?" Sam could hear Bobby shouting his name down the phone and he closed it, cutting off the call.

Dean stepped back again, turned for the door. Sam stopped him but Dean shrugged him off. "I need to wait outside for Lenore."

"No, you have to stay here it's not safe."

Something in Dean's tone chilled Sam's blood.

"I know. That's why I have to go wait outside." With that he opened the door and walked out into the car park, slamming it shut behind him.

Sam was stunned into movement by his phone ringing.

"Sam, hell you scared me to death. What happened? Are you alright?"

"Yeah Bobby. I am. I need to go. See you soon Bobby." He closed the phone and rubbed his neck Bobby's words ringing in his ears - Dean's thirst is gonna get real bad, real quick.

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Lenore wasn't surprised that he was waiting for her when she got back. He was sitting on the steps outside the motel room, his arms hugged round him, rocking gently. He looked like an addict waiting for a fix, his skin so pale it was almost translucent and technically that was what he was, just another addict. She grabbed the bag with the jar in it from the seat beside her and hopped out of the truck.

She felt sorry for him, she remember how hard the first few months had been, how she had just wanted to kill anyone that crossed her path. In that respect he was different, had so much more control than she had had, but then he knew what had happened to him, Helena had said that he even asked for it.

Dean knew he was a vampire and knew what that meant, she hadn't. She had just woken up feeling different and, strange because she was dead, more alive than she had ever felt. Kate, Luthor and her had wrecked havoc, almost destroyed a whole town once until she had grown bored of it, began to hate how she felt about what she was doing, the way Kate and Luthor tortured their victims, enjoyed their kills.

That was when she had met the others and they had saved her, turned her from her path of wanton destruction to a better one. She hated being a vampire but she had made her peace with it. She doubted that Dean ever could. He had been raised to hunt the very thing that he now was and she knew that it would destroy him eventually. That was unless Bobby and her could save him. She believed they could. Hoped.

"Waiting for something?" She held the bag out and saw the hunger flick through his eyes. It was coming fast, the need for that first kill, and she wasn't sure how much longer he could fight it.

"Yeah, a bus. Seen any on your travels?" He smiled at her but he never took his eyes from the bag in her hand.

"Come on, let's get you sorted." She took his hand and they walked back into the room together. Sam was lying on the bed pretending to watch TV but Lenore noticed the way the curtain had been pulled back from the window, he had been watching his brother. She noted the look of relief on his face and she knew something had happened.

"What happened?" Her tone was light but she could feel the tension between the two brothers and something else. Fear. Sam was afraid.

"Nothing, we were waiting on you and Dean got a bit stir crazy, decided to wait outside." She knew he wasn't being completely honest but she let it slide.

"Maybe you should go get something to eat?"

Sam shook his head. "Nah, I'm not really……." She didn't let him finish, taking the jar out of the bag she let him see the contents and almost banged it through the table making both Winchester's jump. "Really, you should go eat Sam."

He stood. "Sorry. I'll go get something and check where Bobby's is." He threw his jacket over his shoulders and went out.

Lenore watched Dean visibly relax. "Let's get this over with." They laughed as they spoke almost in unison. Sam listen to the noise through the door and a little stab of jealously hit home. He missed his big brother. He missed being able to help.

He crossed the car park and headed for the diner across the street.

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Sam had waited in the diner until Bobby and the others from Lenore's group had arrived. She had called them and told them to come but Sam wasn't quite sure why, after all, only Helena was left, but Sam didn't question her judgement and he was glad the extra help was there if they needed it.

Bobby and he had sat and discussed the various parts of the lore on Helena and the others like her and the vagueness of the way to bring about her death until their heads where spinning. Bobby had called it a night at eleven, the events of the past few days taking there toll on him. Sam had walked with him back to his room and then stood outside the door to his own for more than a few minutes, debating whether to go in or go join Bobby. Finally, he opened the door and stepped in. Only a little nightlight was on in the room and Dean and Lenore where lying back to back on one bed, both apparently sound asleep but as they didn't breath Sam had no way to really tell.

Sam stood looking over his brother, noting the change in his skin tone, his face now a healthier shade of pink. I will sort this, I promise. He changed quickly and got into bed.

Sam couldn't sleep. He missed the steady rhythm of his brother's breathing, the soft snore, the way it would normally lull him to sleep. He lay with his eyes shut, willing sleep to come to him because the silence in the room was deafening.

Dean couldn't sleep. He had heard his brother come in. He heard his breathing steady as he lay down, tried to go to sleep but most of all he heard his heartbeat, steady and strong. He could hear the sound of the blood as it circulated through him, the gushing noise feeding his desire and Dean tried to block it out because the noise in the room was deafening.

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Dean heard her calling to him. His eyes snapped opened and he slowly sat up. Her voice filled his head and longing filled his heart. He looked at the sleeping figures of Lenore and Sam. Slowly, quietly, he stood and walked to the room door. He opened it and stepped out into the night, the cool night breeze carrying her voice to him, the sound of it calling his name. He wanted to go, to be with her, she would make him whole, suddenly he knew this.

"Dean?"

Another voice, the voice of someone else that loved him called to him from behind.

He turned and his brother was standing there, close enough to touch, close enough for Dean to hear the quicking of his heartbeat, as Sam realised that the creature whose name he had called was not at this moment his brother. Dean lent towards him and put his head against the side of his chest, listening to the blood pump round inside, the heartbeat growing ever louder in his ears, drowning out everything, even her voice. Dean grabbed Sam's hair gently pulling his head to the side with his hand. Raising his own head he slowly lent his face against Sam's neck. Sam felt the touch of Dean's lips on him and heard it as Dean's second set of teeth slid into place. He was mesmerised by what was about to happen, part of him wanting to be with his brother forever, to find absolution for failing him. He felt Dean's hand lift from his neck.

"I'm sorry, I can't fight it anymore."

Sam nodded his acceptance and closed his eyes as his brother's hand came down to rest on his chest and he felt his teeth graze his neck.