A/N Here's the next chapter. Thanks to all who read and review. I'm sorry it took so long to come out. First the site was down, and then I had a busy spell. Next chapter will be out by Thursday. I still don't own Sam, Dean, or Supernatural, and reviews still make my day!

As Sam slipped inside the vampire's lair, he thought about the horrible fight of the night before.

Once the two had realized that the vampires had taken Dean, Sam knew they had to go back right away before anything happened. But no, Dad wouldn't hear of that. Dad wanted to make a plan. Dad wanted to wait until sunrise and sneak Dean out. And what Dad wants, Dad always get.

"We can't leave Dean there all night!" Sam insisted. "Take the frigen' gun if your worried so much!" Dad was examining the Colt, turning it over and over in his hands as if he couldn't believe he possessed.

"There's only four bullets left and more than four vampires. And we can't afford to use bullet. If we waste these, then we can't kill that damn demon," John explained quietly. Sam had stared in shock.

"Killing the demon is more important than saving your son?" But the discussion had been closed, and that was the plan they were using.

As Sam and his dad stared at the rows of sleeping vampires, Sam felt a rush of deja vu. Except last time they were doing this, Dean was there.

Dad had already begun to walk through the rows, glancing at the hammocks as he walked by. Suddenly, Dad motioned to Sam. Sam quickly slipped through two hammocks to join Dad.

"Dean," he mouthed. He pointed over to a hammock in the far corner, and sure enough, Dean was nestled inside. Sam nodded in answer, and together the two made their way over to Dean.

Sam exhaled quietly as he looked over the sleeping Dean. (And why was Dean sleeping in a hammock anyway?) He looked a little pale--loss of blood probably--but besides that unharmed. Dad placed a hand over Dean's mouth so he didn't make any noise out of surprise, and whispered Dean's name softly.

Dean's eyes flickered open. His large, intense eyes registered the situation. Dad removed his hand, and Sam exhaled once more. Dean was awake. Dean was fine.

Dean hissed.

Sam was taken back for a second, but even more so when Dean skillfully leapt to his feet.

And sprung onto Dad!

Dad fell back in surprise, and Dean clawed him in an animal like way. He was agile, and fought with a strange speed. Fists flew as Dean shoved his father to the ground. Trying not to hurt Dean, Dad fought back, pushing Dean away, shocking his face as Dean opened his mouth.

A vampire. Dean was a vampire. Sam felt sick as he digested the information. The other vampires awoke, but the girlfriend one hushed them, kept them in their hammocks. Sam broke out of his trance and attempted to pull the two apart. A small trickle of blood rolled down the floor . . .

"I knew he was broken," the vampire girl said to another.

"Dean!" Sam hollered.

Suddenly Dean froze. He pulled away slowly, sinking to his feet. Dad scrambled to his feet and took his place next to Sam.

"Get out of here," Dad quietly ordered. Sam made no move to answer, nor did he leave. He just continued his staring contest with the strangely still vampires.

"Sam-" Dad began.

"Sam. Just leave," came a strangled whisper. Sam broke eye contact in surprise. It was Dean's words, and at Dean's command, Sam turned and ran.

"Kate! Come on!" he heard a vampire cry as she leapt forward. Kate tugged her back and told the group "Let them go." in a cold, calculating voice. Sam heaved open the door and slipped out, hearing the thud of his Dad behind him. Sam ran and ran to the beat of his father's footsteps. He ran and ran until Sam reached the clearing where the two cars stood parked. Sam wanted to collapse onto the half-dead grass and take it all in, but instead he leaned against the Impala. Dean's baby.

"Didn't see that coming," Dad muttered to himself, stooped down with his hands pressed on shaky knees. Sam straightened.

"Dad, we have to back. This is Dean we're talking about. He looked scared, man! We gotta get him out of there. We got to preserve his human side or something! There has to be some way . . . some way we can reverse this and make it all better . . ."Sam rambled, and insane panic taking over.

"Sam," Dad sharply interrupted. Sam watched his father consider.

"What are we going to do?" Sam demanded. His dad looked tired. Dad didn't need this. The whole frigen family didn't need this. Most of all, Dean didn't need this. That was one of the few times Sam had ever seen his brother terrified and vulnerable, and Sam didn't like it.

"There are ways to reverse what happened," Dad finally admitted. "They're rare and risky...we'll need to research. Here's the plan. We'll research for the rest of the day. Tomorrow we'll go back and get Dean. Even if we don't have a way to reverse what happened, we can preserve his human side, like you said--"

"He might just attack us," Sam pointed out.

"We need to trigger his human side--at least that's what happened today. We'll figure it out. I'll go to a hospital and get some blood from a man whose about to die. We can handle this," Dad answered. Worry was evident in his voice.

I wish, they both silently added.

Mean while, Kate walked over to Dean. She squatted down next to Dean with a smirk, whispering in his ear as he stared straight ahead in horror, not fighting or a smartass for once . . .

"You don't need them," Kate whispered. "You have us now."

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