Dean tapped the steering wheel impatiently.

What the hell of taking Sammy so long?

They had agreed that Sam would check in every 30 minutes for an update on how it was going and whether he had learned anything.

Calm down, Dean. He probably just lost track of time, the nerd. He'll call you soon, rambling about what he learned.

Dean tried to reassure himself, but his Sam sense was going haywire. He checked his watch again, and sighed. If he went barging into the warehouse, he would ruin Sam's chances of gaining information, and Sam would give him a major bitchface and not talk to him for a week. He would just have to wait it out. Sam knew what he was doing. He was fine.

Sam was freaking out. He was a vampire!

He tugged at the chains holding him to the ground, hoping that his vampire strength would break them, but no luck. All of a sudden, he heard footsteps coming down the stairwell, and immediately went limp, hoping to catch the vamps off guard.

The footsteps approached him, and he heard one of them complain. "Adam, he's still asleep! How hard did you knock him out?"

Sam heard another set of footsteps approach, and heard Adam grunt. "It wasn't my fault! It was probably the spell we gave him to age him back up. It must have knocked him out a bit more."

Sam forced himself not to jerk up in surprise.

They're the ones who aged me up? Why?

All of a sudden, he felt a boot kick his side. "We'll have to de-age him back down soon so he can be of use to us. The only thing better than a Winchester is a Winchester in his prime. Plus, it will give us control over him."

Sam forced himself to stay still.

They can't age me back down! And what do they mean 'give them control'?

Sam took a deep breath. It was now or never. With a lunge, he grabbed Adam's leg, biting it.

"Shit!" Adam cried out as he fell backwards. "Neil, hold him down! I need back up down here!"

Sam struggled in the chains, his vampire strength starting to kick in. But just as he was about to break them, all 15 of the vampires flooded the room, surrounding him. He was trapped.

Adam staggered to his feet. "You little bitch," he snarled. "Is that any way to treat your future leader?"

Sam spit in his face. "Go to hell."

Adam laughed. "No thanks, although I heard you've already been there. Hope you haven't gotten used to your body because we're de-aging you again."

Sam played dumb and pretended that he hadn't heard their previous conversation. "Why did you age me up to just de-age me then?"

Adam smiled condescendingly at him. "The vampire venom countered the spell the witch had put on you, which is why you reverted back to your actual age. However, we know a spell that will not only turn you young again, but will keep you a vampire and under my control forever."

At hearing those words, Sam blanched.

I can't be a vampire forever! I'll be the very thing I hunt.

Sam renewed his struggle, hoping to break the already weakened chains.

Adam turned around to the other vamps and signaled. "Hold him down. Renee, get the spell ready."

A mousy girl with brown hair nodded, picking up a thick spell book while about 10 or so vamps pinned down his arms and legs.

Sam was helpless. Why had he thought he could do this on his own? He wanted his big brother. Sam snapped himself out of it. Dean wasn't here and he needed to find a way out of it.

Adam stepped forward as Renee began to chant. Sam recognized the words from what Mystique had chanted at him before she died, but there was also a control spell mixed with the de-aging spell, as well as Adam's name. Sam's eyes widened as he realized what was happening.

Adam looked down at him and laughed. "That's right Sammy, you will be under my control."

Sam struggled against the hands holding him down, but to no luck. He groaned in agony as his body slowly began to revert back. It was much more painful than last time, as he had been unconscious when it had happened. In a matter of minutes, he was 22 again, and completely under Adam's control.

Adam laughed, a maniacal glint in his eye. He addressed the vamps holding him down. "You guys can let go of him. There isn't anything he can do now."

Sam felt like crying. He felt like dying. Once again, his free will had been ripped away from him. He was somebody else's plaything. At least his mind was still his. At that thought, and idea hit him.

My mind is still mine!

Adam was talking to his pack in the background, something about victory killings, but Sam wasn't listening. He glanced frantically around the room until his eyes landed on Adam's bat. The very bat that he had been knocked out with.

OK Sam, you can do this. Just like riding a bike.

It didn't matter that it had been years since he had used his powers and that he didn't have any demon blood inside him. Ruby had told him that he never needed the blood anyway, it was all him.

Sam took a deep breath, reaching inside him to a place he had sworn he would never touch. Concentrating on the bat, Sam watched as it rose up and hit Adam on the back of his head, knocking him out. All the vamps startled, looking at Sam.

He hauled himself up on his feet, and hissed at them. "You should never underestimate a Winchester."

Before they could react, Sam flashed upstairs with his over heightened vamp speed (thanks to his powers) and grabbed a machete. Sam looked down at it and grinned, it was time to get to work.

Dean was about to have an aneurysm. It was nearing 2 hours, and he hadn't heard a single peep from Sam. Just as he was about to storm back into the warehouse, his phone rang. He looked at it and sighed in relief.

"Sam, what the hell! You promised to check in and I haven't heard a single word from you."

"I know, I'm sorry, but I was a little tied up. Turns out, the vamps knew who I was…" Sam continued on explaining how he had been aged and de-aged and turned into a vamp, and how since he had killed Adam, he wasn't under anybody's control. He purposely left out the part about his powers coming back.

Dean let out an outraged squawk. "Wait, so you're a vampire right now! Stay right there, I'm coming to get you. Make sure you take some of Adam's blood."

Dean hung up and floored the accelerator.

Sam hung up the phone and grimaced. He knew that he would have to tell Dean about his powers eventually, but that could wait until after he was cured.

Dean soon arrived, and immediately began his mother henning. Sam just stood there, knowing that Dean needed some reassurance that he was alive, vampire or not.

Finally, Dean stepped back, satisfied that Sam had no major injuries. "Come on, let's get some of that blood and make you a cure. Hopefully, it will also make you go back to your normal age. I told Jody and the girls to go home, figured you wouldn't want them to see you like this."

Sam smiled gratefully at Dean, and started to make the cure. Soon, it stood in front of him. He gulped it down, grimacing at the taste. After a couple minutes, he felt the cure take effect. But something wasn't right.

He looked at Dean, a remorseful look on his face. "I thought this might happen. Since they chanted a mixture of two spells, we were only able to reverse one."

"What the hell does that mean, exactly?" Dean asked with a frustrated look on his face.

"It means either I get turned into a vampire again and revert back to 35, or I stay human at 22." Sam explained.

Dean looked at him in shock. "Well, you're a genius, if anybody can figure it out, it's you!"

Sam took a steadying breath, preparing himself for what was about to come. "I don't want to figure this out Dean."

Dean blinked at him, confused. "What do you mean Sam? I thought you wanted to go back to your normal age?"

"I did, but that was before I realized I got my powers back. With my powers combined with Jack's, we should be strong enough to open the portal into the other world. And I don't care if you think my powers will make me go darkside or that Mom is dead, I have faith that she's alive and I'm bringing her back." Sam dropped the bombshell on Dean.

There was a shocked silence, before Dean got up. "If that's what you want Sam, then so be it. But don't expect me to support you on this crazy, half-baked plan. You and Jack can do whatever the hell you want. Mom's dead and there's nothing anybody can do to change that." Dean walked out of the warehouse.

Sam stared at Dean's retreating back.

Well, that went well.

Sam steeled himself. He was going to get Mom back, and when he did, Lucifer was dead.

-Author's notes

Hi guys, this is the final chapter. I left it kind of open ended. I ultimately decided to leave him 22, since it fit with him getting his powers back. I got inspiration for that idea from BonanzaRocks's review:) I also felt like Sam should be the one to kill Lucifer. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed reading this story as much as I loved writing it. I'm open to writing a sequel, so if you guys have any ideas, feel free to tell me:)