A/N Chapter six has arrived! It's not as long as I would have liked...and about four months since the last update. No excuses from me. I have to admit, when I started this series I LOVED Supernatural, but come season 2 I'm not as in to it. I will still do this story, but since it takes place about the time of "Salvation" and will be very different, it's almost an AU. Sorry again for the long wait, and of course, thanks for reading.

John Winchester had always believed that he knew best when it came to his boys, but lately, he was starting to wonder.

What if he hadn't given Dean his obsession of hunting? Dean would be normal right now, and John wouldn't feel so damn guilty. Guilty about Dean's fate and how much he hated looking at Dean while he was like this. Vampires didn't deserve pity or care. They deserved an ax to their neck. So it took everything John had to go to that hospital and steal blood--healthy blood--to give to Dean. He did it quickly, mercilessly, even when anger and disgust boiled up inside him. And by the time John was back at the motel, he had almost tricked his mind into believing that he had accepted Dean for now.

Except the motel was empty when he got home. John cursed and slammed the vial of blood down onto the table. "Sam?" he barked. "Dean?"

John wandered into the bathroom and back out. The anger had died down and worry had taken its place. Just then the door swung open and in ran Dean.

"Where the hell is your brother?" John asked Dean. It was impossible for Dean to pale, but his eyes widened a bit and his mouth was set in a grim line.

"I don't know, Dad," he said, his voice breaking. "I've been looking for him--"

"If you did something I swear to God," John roared, grabbing Dean by the shirt. What was he thinking? Dean was one of them now.

"I would never do that to Sammy." John didn't believe him, didn't care that Dean never lied to him. He shoved Dean against the wall.

"Where's Sam?" he questioned, his eyes ablaze.

"I don't know!" Dean screamed. "But the light was flickering and there's blood on the chair, and please let go!" John had never heard Dean like that before. Ever. So slowly he backed up and let Dean fall.

"You have an idea who it was, huh?" John asked Dean. Dean nodded and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I think it was the thing that took Mom," Dean replied. John walked over to chair where the blood had already begun to dry.

"Why do you think that?" John said in the calmest voice he could muster.

"I saw something when I came back."

"What?"

"A person...disappearing or something. They had yellow eyes." John's breath caught in his throat. That didn't make sense. Why would they take Sammy now, when the demon was supposed to be in Salvation? "And Dad?" Dean continued. "I think your right. I think we should go to Salvation."

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Sam slowly mustered enough energy to open his eyes. He let all the facts slide in front of him one by one, free for him to flip over and examine in his mind. It was of vital importance that Sam knew all he could. That wasn't much though. Just that

1. The light had been flickered.

2. He had been sleep for a few hours at least, due to a concussion.

3. Dean was a vampire.

4. Dad was at the hospital, but he wanted to be at Salvation.

4. He had no idea where he was.

Sam couldn't find a relation or connection between everything. His mind still felt cloudy and his head spun. The lighting in the room he was in was bad. All Sam could make out was dirty blood stained walls with peeling beige wall paper, a wooden door, and an old chair lying in the corner on its side. When Sam tried to get up from his seated position, he found his muscles sore and unable to move much. So Sam stayed slumped, all the while a war of information bouncing around in his head.

The door opened. A man entered. Tall, strong, light brown hair.

Shining yellow eyes.

Before Sam could say a word, the demon spoke. "I need your help, Sam."

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Dean and his dad arrived in Salvation in silence. Dean, having regaining composure, asked Dad what he thought about anything. But John wouldn't answer, just glare and drive. They had opted to take one car to save time, but what was the use if Dean couldn't talk? He could eat, though. Before they left, Dad had tossed him the vial. Dean had snuck off to the bathroom and drained it. Warm life spread through him, before he reminded himself he was sort of dead. Dean brushed the thought away though. He felt great. Almost a little drunk. Dean had come out of the bathroom relieved--because he had started to stare at his dad's neck too much--and full of energy. Until he had caught his dad's look, disgusted, embarrassed, and horrified. Dean's mood plummeted and he saw Sam's face clear in his mind. This was no time to feel hurt or happy; this was a time to save Sam. Dean stood taller despite his shame and began to walk to the car.

"What's the plan?" he asked.

"We're going to find what woman's falling victim and stake out her house," Dad explained. "See if we can't find Sam."

The job of finding out that the woman was was given to Dean. He felt a little cocky for the first time in a long time as he approached the hospital. This shouldn't be a problem.

There was a problem, though it had nothing to do with the hospital. Dean had sweet talked, lied, flirted, persuaded, and schemed until he received the information needed. It was just like before, except for Dean's new paler color. That wasn't a problem either. The problem came as he was walking back to where the car was parked,

A tall lean man was walking quickly. His jacket was worn but he looked pretty healthy. A mop of dark hair shielded his features, except when his head turned and his bright eyes zoomed in on Dean briefly.

Sam saw Dean and kept on walking,

That's where I leave you! Thank you for reading and PLEASE review, good or bad.