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Chapter 10

~Beauty & the Beast~

-New Orleans-

Vincent meant it when he told Marcel that he wouldn't want to know what he was. Too many people / monsters were learning of Vincent's abilities, and he wasn't sure how comfortable he felt about that. Sure, he somewhat trusted Dean and Sam to keep his secret, but Klaus? Even if Klaus was a hybrid, Vincent wouldn't put it past him to inform Muirfield of his whereabouts if it meant forcing him to do his bidding. Klaus certainly was a bastard in Vincent's utmost opinion-and if that abomination ever touched Catherine again, all agreements would be off. Realizing he had dazed off into his thoughts, Vincent shook his head lightly, and decided to turn the conversation around on Marcel. "So...what's your beef with Klaus? By the way you two were looking at one another before he ran off in the other direction, I could tell you two aren't the best of friends.."

Marcel chuckled. "Let's just say, that Klaus held me back. I felt like it was time for him to go and then he came back, much to my disdain."

"It seems like he does that a lot," Dean mumbled, "Poppin' up at the worst times."

Marcel lightly laughed. "What about with you; I might not be on Klaus's Top 5, but I was close enough to figure out that he's treating you three like his own personal little bitches. Care to explain that story?"

"Oh, you know, evil douchebags with their hidden agendas. Frankly, he's told us nothin' about why we're here. He just popped up one day like a freakin' kernel of popcorn, and used his...unique persuasive skills...to convince us to visit New Orleans." Dean replied. "So, Marcel, tell me...which place in New Orleans sells the best dish of pie?"

Marcel cocked his head and looked at Vincent. "You know I'm still trying to figure you out, big man. I'm usually pretty good at reading people, but you-nothin'."

"Consider that a blessing; trust me, like I said earlier, it's best you don't know." Vincent replied.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Dean cut in, looking at Marcel. "I'm sure you wouldn't want to keep your little fang pals waiting."

"Not to mention, Vincent and I have some extra shopping to do before we go back to 0001 Cemetery Lane." Catherine quickly added, grabbing Vincent's arm as she started pulling him away from Marcel and Dean. However, Vincent stopped in his tracks when he saw several more vampires approaching them, and they did not look very welcoming. What is it with the atmosphere of this town? It almost seems as if no one is happy living in New Orleans.

"Wait," Vincent replied to his girlfriend, tugging her close to him as the vampires stopped, surrounding them as if they were the newest threat in town. "What's the deal here, Marcel? Just how many vampires live in this place?"

Marcel smirked. "More than you think." The vampires began to close in around them.

"Marcelus! I would stand down if I were you. Remember our deal?" came a rough British accent from behind the crowd of vamps. Vincent looked at Dean who seemed to cringe when he heard the voice. There was also a hint of recognition on his face, as if he knew this newcomer. The vampires parted and a short, thin haired man in a suit strutted towards them.

"Crowley?" Dean said roughly. "What the hell are you doing here?"

The man named Crowley smirked. "Personal business, Dean. By the way, where's Moose? You two having another bloody fight? Get over yourselves."

"Really, Crowley? Just because Sam's not at my side doesn't mean we're fighting. He's… on assignment."

"Oh come on, Dean! Lighten up!" Crowley said sarcastically. "Now, you children go off and play. I've got some business with Marcel here."

"Wait, you said deal," Dean frowned, "Just what the hell did you bargain for?" He looked at Marcel. "It's not like you've got a soul so what-?"

"Who said I gave him anything?" Marcel asked, folding his arms across his chest.

"Because deals with Crowley always come with a price. So, I ask again, what kind of deal is this?"

Crowley sighed. "Just shut up, Dean. It's really none of your business."

Dean opened his mouth for a retort but was cut off by Vincent. "Um, Dean...who is this guy?" Vincent pointed to Crowley.

Before Dean could answer, Crowley walked up to Vincent and held out his hand. "The name's Crowley, I'm the King of Hell." He winked.

"K-king of Hell? First angels and now demons?" Vincent's head began to whirl. It's definitely been an odd week, that's for sure.

Crowley smirked. "Oh come now, Dean didn't tell you? His brother and I shared a bit of an intimate moment back in a church a couple months ago, then locked me in a truck while he tried to save Moose. I've spent quite a bit of time in that stuffy bunker… Until I convinced the prophet to let me go."

Vincent couldn't believe all of this. Just a few days ago, he didn't really believe in any angels or demons; now he's being exposed to an entire world of folklore he never thought existed. "So...if you're the King of Hell...does that mean you also go by the name, Satan?"

"Oh please, I am so much more than Lucifer. I've reformed Hell in ways Luci couldn't. And Lucifer's in the cage duking it out with his brother. I merely took over." Crowley explained.

"This is just crazy," Vincent shook his head.

"Yeah, no kidding." Catherine replied. "I think I liked living my life not knowing all of this existed. How can I even trust anyone to be human anymore?"

Crowley chuckled darkly. "Now Dean, take your playdates somewhere else. I've. Got. Business."

Dean sighed. "Lets get out of here. I've had enough of Marcel and his girlfriends for one day." He paused. "And Crowley. And Klaus. You know what? Let's just ditch this case, and go to the beach."

"Seems like a plan to me." Vincent nodded. "To hell with Klaus trying to keep me locked up in a cage; I say, if he wants me to cooperate at all, he's going to have to let me do what I want to do when I want to do it. But first, what do you say we sneak in to the Mikaelson's manor, grab our things and find a hotel to stay in instead of that godforsaken joint?"

"You paying? Because I don't have enough on me for a hotel."

Vincent paused and licked his lips. "Yeah...didn't think that far ahead."

Catherine rolled her eyes. "What the hell, I'll pay; we can always ask JT or even Gabe to wire us some money if we need it later. But...I'd rather stay in a motel; hotels are crazily expensive these days-especially for more than one-nighters."

Dean began to walk away pushing past the vamps. "Sounds good to me."

Vincent and Catherine followed Dean, but Vincent wanted to walk a little slower than Dean's pace because he felt like he needed to apologize to Catherine for pressuring her to pay for Dean and his expenses. "Hey," he leaned close to Catherine's ear after they were far enough away from the crowd of vampires to have a decently private conversation. "Sorry for inconveniencing you...again."

"Vincent, we've talked about this before-I don't mind paying for things for you. Don't you dare think that you're inconveniencing me; I'm happy to use my money for something other than myself for once. Oh, and don't think of this as charity either. You're definitely going to be repaying me for this if you know what I mean." she winked.

"Is that so?" he smirked, dimples appearing on each side of his mouth. .

"I don't know," she teased, "you tell me." Vincent pulled her closer to him as he kissed the top of her head.

"You're going to be the death of me, Catherine Chandler." he grunted into her ear before they picked up their pace and caught up with Dean.

~Supernatural~

Dean sighed as he sat in the Impala. It was the only place he had any peace and quiet. It was the place he could truly be alone. He opened his phone and hit the speed dial labeled "Sammy." A moment later he heard his brother.

"Hello?"

"Sam, you alone?" Dean asked.

"No, give me a sec." There was rustling in the background as Sam went someplace private. Dean waited wondering what was up. "Okay, what's up?"

Dean paused thinking over the day's events. "Crowley's here."

"What?!"

"Yeah, apparently he talked Kevin into letting him go. I don't know how, but maybe we should send Cas to the bunker to check things out."

"Okay… So what's Crowley doing there?"

Dean leaned back in his seat and put his feet up on the dashboard. "He's got some kind of deal with this vamp Marcel, who has some kind of beef with Klaus."

"Hang on…" There was a pause. "You said Marcel? What's his last name?"

Dean shrugged. "The hell I'd know. Why?"

Dean heard pages flipping and smiled. Sammy was using their dad's journal. "There's a note here in Dad's journal. There was a Marcel sired by Klaus. Rumor has it, he took over the vampire community in New Orleans after the Originals were chased out of town by their father. Dad also found that Marcel had been in a secret relationship with Klaus's sister. It's unclear if Klaus knew of this or not."

Dean sat quietly for a minute. So that's what this was about...Klaus was jealous that Marcel now had everything he once had. Dean smiled. Maybe he and V and Cat could use this as a way to keep Klaus in check? "Interesting...So maybe Crowley's helping Marcel keep Klaus at bay?"

"Maybe. Met Klaus's brother, Elijah; he said something about a witch feud. Maybe Marcel has Crowley messing with witches?"

"Could be...So what's up with you? Find anything on that van or on hybrids?"

"Yeah, on the van that is. Tess and JT were able to track it to Starling City. We're with the local vigilante...The Arrow, following that lead right now."

"Awesome." Dean looked up and saw Vincent approaching with his and Catherine's bags from the house. "Hey I'll talk to you later. Keep me updated?"

"Yup." Dean hung up the phone and got out of the car. "You guys ready?"

Vincent nodded as Dean opened the trunk. "Yeah, Catherine's in the kitchen packing some food and water. She'll be out in a minute."

Dean smiled. "Great."

"Is...everything all right?" Vincent asked after placing the bags in the trunk of the Impala.

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, why?"

"Oh...I just saw you on the phone. Just want to make sure everything's okay with the other group. That's all." Vincent said.

Dean nodded. "Oh. Yeah everything's good. Sam said they're in Starling City chasing a lead on that van you sniffed out."

"Oh really? What did he say?" Vincent raised his eyebrow, and shifted his weight to the right.

Dean leaned against Baby and put his hands in his pockets. "Tess and JT tracked it there using security cameras. They teamed up with a vigilante called the Arrow."

"Wait...the Arrow? As in...theGreenArrow?!" Vincent exclaimed, but Dean could tell that the beast was trying to keep his cool.

Dean shrugged. "I'm assuming."

"Right…" Vincent nodded. Vincent looked as if he wanted to say something, and when Dean was about to point it out, Catherine walked out of the manor with bags of food and beverages in her hands. Vincent immediately raced to help her. Dean sighed. Looks like he'll have to have a little mono y mono with Vincent later. He watched the detective and the beast put the stolen groceries into Baby's trunk before reaching upwards to gently close the door.

"Who's ready to ditch this overpriced coffin?" he said as he got into the driver's seat. Once everyone was in, he started the car and began to back out of the long driveway. As he cruised backwards to about halfway down the Mikaelson's driveway, he immediately slammed on his brakes, causing Baby to jerk forward. "Dammit!" Dean cursed as he slammed his hands against the steering wheel before putting the car in park. He got out of the car and marched towards Klaus. "What the hell, man?!" he threw his arms up in the air as he stopped a safe distance away from the hybrid.

"I do believe we had an agreement, Dean. What did I just say to all of you about leaving the confines of my home?" Klaus frowned.

Dean rolled his eyes. "We're sick and tired of being on lockdown in your little house of crap! Let us get out and do our own investigation, or at least tell us the real reason you brought us here!" he paused. "You know, we're not some group of dogs you stuff inside a closet only to let out to pee at night." Dean sighed. "I just got off the phone with Sam, and you know what he said? He told me Elijah visited the rest of the team back in New York. Apparently, Elijah mentioned something about a war with the witches or something? Oh and we met your protégé Marcel. He seemed to have a beef with you. Are any of these things at all related to why you brought us here? Huh?" Dean was furious. And rightly so. Klaus had been holding back on them, keeping secrets that shouldn't be secrets. He was tired of this crap. The last thing he needed was more secrets in his life.

Before Klaus could respond, Vincent and Catherine stepped out of Dean's Impala, probably to see what all of the ruckus was about. "What's going on?" Catherine asked as she pulled out her gun, ready for anything Klaus might throw at the group. Dean turned around and saw Vincent also standing his ground, preparing to fight as well in case anything went awry.

"Overseer Asshat is trying to keep us in the prison. Clearly he doesn't know how to communicate effectively with others." Dean said angrily.

"Oh I communicate quite well, Dean, I assure you of that." Klaus responded. "I do believe it is you three who have broken eardrums. After all, you are the ones challenging my authority. Not the other way around."

Dean scoffed. He couldn't believe this guy. There was a reason he hated vampires...with the exception of Benny. "Really? Really?" he stepped threateningly towards Klaus. "Then why the hell did we have to find out from other sources what you're up to? Why did we have to piece that info together? WHY?"

"It would seem I've misjudged all of you." Klaus smirked. "I admit, I have been keeping things from you, but all within good reason, I assure you, Dean Winchester. The main reason I compelled you into coming here was because I need your aide-Vincent's aide-in helping me reclaim my New Orleans as my own. My brother, Elijah, does not know when to keep his mouth shut, so I guess the cat is out of the bag. Since your little conversation with your baby brother highlighted all of the nitty gritty details of my deception, I feel there is no more reason to discuss the matter," he paused, "Anyway, we have a meeting to attend. I promise-if you help me-I will help all of you in return. Besides," he chuckled, "from what my pets have told me, Marcellus may have something to do with your Muirfield and missing hybrid problem."

Dean turned and looked back at Catherine and Vincent. "What do you think?"

"After all things considered," Vincent replied as he folded his arms across his chest, "why should we even trust you, Klaus? For all we know, you may be sending us to a room of hungry vampires for pissing you off."

"The big guy has a point," Dean redirected his attention back to Klaus.

"I've already told you, Vincent," Klaus answered, "while your girlfriend is considered collateral on my part, you and the mouthy Winchester brother are valuable to me. With your inhuman abilities and his Hunter skills, I have no doubt in my mind that we will make a great team to reclaim New Orleans as mine. That being said, I have no intention of killing any of you...yet, so if we are done with this continuous game of distrust, then I suggest we head over to that meeting or else there will be bigger problems at hand."

Dean sighed. "Get in the car and point us in the right direction." Vincent and Catherine looked at Dean, surprised by his decision.

As Klaus grinned and hopped into the front passenger seat, Vincent leaned towards Dean and whispered, "Are you sure that's a good idea? You think we can trust him?"

Dean shook his head. "No, but does it look like we have much choice? He's willing to work with us." He then lowered his voice. "And this gives Sam more time to research how to kill an Original." He looked at Catherine, and noticed concern on her face. "Something on your mind, sweetheart?"

"Don't call me that," Catherine glared at Dean before turning her attention back to Vincent. "Could you tell if Klaus was lying?"

Vincent licked his lips, "Not from what I could tell…, but I honestly don't know how I can answer that. I can't hear a heartbeat so either he's just one damn good liar or he's telling the truth. What does your gut say, Catherine?"

"For now, I think we can trust him. I mean, he has come clean. Though, the moment he tries anything, don't hesitate in trying to kill him, Vincent. Or at least slow him down."

"Don't worry. I won't." Vincent nodded.

"Are you children done chit-chatting overthere? You know how much I abhor waiting." Klaus called out to Dean and his friends. "The people we are meeting hate waiting too so if you are done with your little powwow, I suggest we leave immediately."

Dean sighed. "Get in. The sooner we get this done, the quicker it'll be over with." He then moved past Vincent and climbed into the driver's seat, and drove off as soon as the other two got in as well.

~Beauty & the Beast~

During the drive to wherever the hell the meeting was being held, Vincent had some time to think about things. As Dean and Klaus continuously tried to bite each other's heads off with Klaus trying to tell Dean how to drive, and Dean shouting at him about not telling him what to do, Vincent found the back seat of the car otherwise enjoyable. Catherine leaned on his shoulder, and they sat in silence for the course of the ride, simply relishing off one another's presence. Vincent thought about his time away from Catherine during those long three months of separation. Although he couldn't remember anything Muirfield had told him during his captivity, he did remember the long and lonely nights he had to endure in a cold and dark cell.

Honestly, at the time of his capture, he didn't think he would ever see Catherine again. In fact, there was a small part of him that had lost hope during those long three months. Vincent looked over to the beauty sitting next to him and smiled before planting a light kiss against the top of her head. She turned, looked at him and returned his smile with a grin of her own. She kissed his cheek, and then placed her head back on his shoulder. No words were needed to express how they felt for one another. Vincent was very grateful to have her back in his life. If three months had turned into three years, he didn't think he would have been able to have the sanity to survive that long without her presence. The mere three months was pure torture alone. He needed her in his life; she was the air he breathed every day. The only reason he managed to make it through those three months of torment was due to the dreams he had every night of her.

Yes, it was torturous to wake up every morning and realize the woman gracing his dreams was nowhere near him, but because of her constant presence in his heart and his mind, he managed to hold on just long enough for Catherine to find him and bring him home to her. For that, he would be eternally grateful.

When the vehicle had stopped, Vincent shook away his thoughts and stretched his arms languorously. When was the last time he had slept a decent night of sleep? Hell if he should know. After everyone stepped out of Dean's car, Klaus led Vincent, Catherine and Dean towards a shabby building. Vincent could smell blood in the air, and stopped in his tracks. "Hold on," Vincent grabbed Dean's arm and held Catherine back from walking any further.

"What is it, Vincent?" Catherine looked at him, eyes filled with concern.

"Yeah, what gives man?" Dean also looked at him, but he was more confused than anything else.

"Something's not right…. I smell a lot of blood coming off of that building." Vincent replied, his eyebrows furrowing and his eyes glowing their usual golden hue. "And it's fresh, too."

"Hey, calm down man." Dean said as he reached for his gun that was resting between the small of his back and his jeans. He pressed a button and released the clip; he checked the bullets in the clip, and then slid it back in place. "Between you, me and Catherine, if this thing goes south, we've got this. Nothing to worry about, okay? I've been in this situation one too many times, I can get us out of it as needed."

"Dean's right, Vincent." Catherine said as she touched his shoulder. "We've been through worse odds before so if anything we've done in the past should teach you something, it's that we are stronger together. Remember?"

Hearing Catherine's calm voice soothed him, and he found his inner zen as he returned back to his normal self. "You're right. Sorry about that. Sometimes...I don't always have control over my darker half."

"Now that that is settled, let's not keep the impatient council waiting, shall we?" Klaus called back to them, catching Vincent's attention as well as the other two. Vincent frowned. Klaus had a sharp sense of smell too, but the overwhelming stench of blood didn't seem to bother the hybrid. That observation alone sickened Vincent.

"Alright, Bruce Banner. Let's go before the Hulk decides to come out and play again." Dean said as he started to follow Klaus inside the building.

"Whatever happens, Vincent," Catherine caressed the side of his arm, "we'll get through this."

"Right." Vincent nodded, and he placed his hand against the small of Catherine's back before walking towards the sketchy building. Somehow he had a bad feeling about this meeting, and no matter what he tried to tell himself, he couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. Something very bad.

"Gentlemen!" Klaus threw his hands up to announce his arrival, "I hope you weren't waiting long. There were a few...speed bumps...along the way here. I do hope we can start getting down to business now that everyone is here."

Vincent looked at Dean and then looked at Catherine. What exactly was this meeting about? Surely it wasn't about him or his abilities. After all, Klaus did want him to himself, didn't he? He was Klaus's trump-card so this meeting couldn't possibly be about him, could it?

"I'm glad you were able to make it, Klaus Mikaelson." someone sitting at the head of a very long and wooden table said as he steepled his fingers together. "Now, we can start our meeting without any further delay."

"Of course, Governor Blanchard. I wouldn't have anything less." Klaus smirked. "Who would like to start this lovely meeting? Surely not all of you are shy."

"Since I am responsible for the human faction," another man with a deep voice chimed in, "I think it is important we discuss the sudden overpopulation of vampires in the city. No offense, Klaus, but ever since your arrival, there has been nothing but chaos. The vampires had a system, and the system is broken, no thanks to you. Either you back down, and let Marcel keep the vampires in order as he has mostly always done in the past, or you two need to set aside your silly differences and figure something out. The humans in New Orleans are starting to ask questions, and the vampire issue is not something we should take lightly."

"Understandable, Father Kieran," Klaus bowed his head, and then looked back at the priest. "However, I assure you that I have things under control. As a matter of fact, Marcellus and I were speaking about this issue earlier." Vincent could tell that was a flat-out lie. He didn't know what had given it away, but the lie was there regardless. "Although we have not come to an agreement yet, I do believe that with me in charge, any vampire who even tries to kill a human on my watch will be dealt with immediately and without hesitation."

"Forgive me," another spoke up, "but based on your past history with Mystic Falls, you are seen as a ruthless killer; you murder when you don't get your way, and you are not afraid to do it. How can we trust the vampire population in your hands when you give no value to any humans. At least Marcel has boundaries in regards to the humans, wolves and witches."

"That may be so, Mayor Levesque, but-"

"But what?" Governor Blanchard challenged the hybrid. "You think the vampires will listen to you of all creatures? They've been mostly loyal to Marcel for as long as he has been in ruling over the vampire dominion. What makes you think they'll abide by your law much less follow you?"

"Do you not know who I am, Governor?"

"I know exactly what you are." the governor spat.

"Then you know that I can easily do this." Before anyone could blink, Klaus vanished from his spot and reappeared behind the governor before snapping his neck.

Dean leaned over to Vincent. "Looks like he won't be up for re-election," Dean muttered. Vincent gave a sly smile while Catherine rolled her eyes, muttering something along the lines of, "Men."

"Now," Klaus walked away from the body, and shared glances with each and every council member, "does anyone else have something to complain about?"

A shot rang out from somewhere, and suddenly Catherine clutched her chest as she fell to the ground. Vincent didn't have to look down to know she had been shot, he smelled her blood and that brought forth nothing but panic. As he shouted her name and dropped to his knees to apply as much pressure as he could against Catherine's chest, he looked up and spotted the guy with the gun, sneaking out into the shadows. He was a large, Military man, probably a retired Army vet with special training skills only the most elite Army officials would have. The silver 9mm Smith and Wesson pistol still smoked. He heard a shrilling scream, Klaus suddenly collapsed to the ground with his hands gripping his head as if it were about to explode into a million different pieces. Everything seemed to move in slow motion after that. Dean whipped out his gun and dived in front of Catherine, shouting and waving his hand towards Vincent. "Go! Go! I've got her! She's safe! Just go!" The elder Winchester's voice echoed. Vincent snapped back to reality. As he had noticed the commotion around him, he had not realized how much blood had seeped from her wound. Trusting Dean to watch over Catherine, he released his long awaited beast. In seconds, he leapt to his feet and charged after the man who shot his girlfriend. The Army vet shot at him too, but he missed miserably. Vincent kicked the gun out of the retiree's hand, and grabbed his throat, desperately wanting to rip his pathetic body to a thousand shreds.

"WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR?!" Vincent shouted, not caring for Klaus's horrendous screams, begging for someone to make it stop. The official laughed. Vincent lifted him off of the ground and slammed him against the wall. "ANSWER ME!"

The man spat blood in Vincent's face and smirked. "Never." Vincent growled and bared his teeth, before slamming his fist against the guy's cheek. "TELL ME OR SO HELP ME GOD, I WILL-"

Before Vincent could finish his sentence, two strong pairs of arms pulled him away from the corrupted veteran. He desperately tried to fight his way back to the man. He pushed one assailant to the side (which happened to be an unscreaming Klaus Mikaelson).

However, before he could push Dean away from him, Dean ordered him to stop. "Enough!" Dean shouted into the beast's ear. "Let the police chief take care of the bastard. You have more important things to do." Dean suddenly glanced towards Catherine's limp body. Vincent froze. He could smell the blood on Dean's hands. Almost instantly, he reverted back to his human form and raced over to Catherine, who was sitting up against a pillar.

Her face was pale, and her heart was barely beating. He placed her flat on the floor as she spastically gasped for air. Her chest repetitively convulsed as her breaths became shorter and more frequent. "Don't you dare die on me, Catherine!" he shouted at her as he kept applying pressure against her bullet wound. He tore off his shirt, and pressed it against her chest to try and stop the blood from flowing out. No matter what he tried to do, the blood continued to bleed out, and her struggles to breath worsened. "You can't die on me!"

She tried reaching for his face. As he used one hand to apply pressure, he grabbed her shaky, cold fingers with his other hand and kissed her palm. "You can't do this to me!" he clenched his teeth, tears falling from his eyes. "Come on!" When he couldn't hear her breathe, he pressed his lips against hers, and blew air into her lungs.

Nothing.

Vincent started giving her compressions, inwardly begging her to hold on. "Come on, Catherine." He pressed his ear against her lips and listened for any sign of breath entering her lungs, but, again, nothing. "DAMMIT!" he cursed. The moment her heart stopped beating, he froze. His entire world had flatlined into nothingness. He brushed his bloodied fingers through her bangs and lifted her head towards his. "Catherine?"

He wouldn't believe it. No, she couldn't be dead!

"Come on, wake up!" he begged. "Wake up, dammit! Wake up!" he pressed his lips against hers a thousand times, hoping something would bring her back-one tiny spark, that was all he needed.

Suddenly, Dean placed his hand on his shoulder, but said nothing. Vincent placed Catherine's limp body on the ground, and ripped away from Dean before charging at Klaus. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU DID THIS TO HER!"

"Believe me, Vincent, as tragic as this was, it was not part of my plans. I never intended to harm Catherine, nor for her to be harmed."

"LIES!" Vincent spat. He grabbed Klaus's neck and held him above the ground. "Bring her back!"

"As much as I would like to, I cannot. Vampire blood does not work like that." Klaus said, his voice clenching up.

"BRING HER BACK!" Vincent's eyes burned fire as he threw the hybrid across the room.

"VINCENT!" Dean yelled. "Hurting Klaus isn't going to bring her back. I know. Personal experience...Look, we'll find a way to bring her back, buddy, I promise."

Vincent turned to look at Dean, tears shamelessly falling from his eyes. "How can you be so sure?"

"I'm living proof. Sam's living proof."

Suddenly Vincent remembered something. "You're friend...Crowley...he makes deals, right?"

Dean shook his head. "No," he said defensively. "You are not selling your soul and making a deal."

"I'll do whatever it takes to bring her back-soul or no soul. I was already damned the moment I became this hideous monster, Dean. Catherine's my only salvation, and therefore I don't care about selling my soul. If it gives me ten or twenty good years with Catherine, I'll take that over losing her now." Vincent's eyes said everything-he was desperate to get Catherine back any means necessary.

Dean sighed. "You sell your soul and in a certain amount of time the hellhounds come for you and drag you to hell. You don't want that. Believe me, V, you don't want that." Dean was silent for a second. "There are other ways. I'll get Cas on the phone, and we can go to the bunker and research. We'll bring her back."

"I can't bet on uncertainty. This is my fault for bringing her to New Orleans in the first place. I should have asked her to stay at home. If making a deal means I'll have hell to pay later for it, I don't care." Suddenly, Vincent's resolve shattered, and he fell to his knees, tears falling from his eyes. "I need her back in my life, Dean. She's all I have worth living for." Vincent slammed his fists into the ground, creating large dents around his hands. "DAMMIT!" He continuously beat the cement with the sides of his hands until he felt like there was nothing left inside of him but anguish. "Dammit, Catherine." He was at a loss and he couldn't stop his tears anymore.

Dean looked like he didn't know what to say. "We'll get her back, but selling your soul-your soul-is not the way. Been there, done that." His voice choked a little. "Calm down, Vincent. We'll get her back. I promise."

Dean stepped away from Vincent, and watched the beast cry over his lost love. "I promise," he muttered once more before finally walking away to leave Vincent alone.

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