Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Nothing monetary is being made for my having written this piece.

A "Non" is one of the Alpha's non-turned, humans that he keeps in his household. I wanted to give them a title of some kind. Lots of memory stuff this chapter. I wanted to show a little of what it was like for the Winchesters immediately after their turning (a sort of childlike, innocence thing) and what it was like for Cas who forced himself to forget. Cas forgets a lot of stuff. That's important later on.

Enjoy.

Liquid fire was pumping alongside his blood through his veins. Everything hurt from the bedding touching his body to the light shining in a single beam through an open slit in the window blinds. There was a moan coming from the left that sounded an awful lot like his brother. What happened?

"Shhh."

Who was that?

"Calm down, child," a voice said. It sounded vaguely familiar but why?

A hand touched him against the leg and instantly Dean felt himself relax. He swallowed and sat up, rubbing at his eyes, trying to fully wake up. He felt warm and moved to remove his shirt when he noticed something off about the room. There was something more. There was another presence besides that of his brother.

A man was sitting in the shadows of their motel room, leaning with his elbows on his knees and he was actually watching the two of them sleep.

"Creeper," Dean said hoarsely and then coughed.

The man idly smirked at Dean and began playing with a knife that Dean was sure had been in one of their duffels, flipping it between the blade and the handle, the blade and the handle.

He didn't make a move to get up and grab the weapon though. Instead, he wiped away the sweat and possible drool he felt against his mouth but, when he looked down, the back of his arm was covered in some kind of dried up red residue. Dean frowned at it. It took him several minutes to put two and two together but, by the time he got there, he could now hear Sam moving around in his own bed as well. His first reaction was, as always, to check on him.

"Your brother is fine, Dean," the familiar stranger said soothingly. "Do not worry."

Dean looked at him, frowned, but got up to check on Sam anyway.

"Sammy?"

He put a hand against Sam's forehead and moved away some strands of sweaty hair. It felt strangely like they were little children again, Dean checking on his little brother in the middle of the night when he wasn't feeling well. Sam finally turned over, opened his eyes, and also had blood caked around the sides of his mouth and cheeks.

"Dean?" he said tiredly.

Coughing had both brothers turning to once more face the figure on the chair. Sam grabbed onto Dean's wrist tightly and they waited for whatever the man had to say to them.

"I can't believe it," Sam said for the fourth time.

Dean glared at his brother from where he was seated in front of the computer. "That's the fourth time now. Pick another sentence, or shut up."

Sam smacked his brother on the back of the head just as Bobby was walking down the stairs to meet with them.

"Thank God you're awake, Bobby - we've got a lead."

"Where?"

Dean showed Bobby the pictures Charlie sent and immediately the three of them launched into coming to an agreement about how they were going to get Castiel back to them as soon as possible.

"Are you full, child?" Father asked.

Castiel put down his drinking glass and nodded. "Yes. Thank you."

"Those brothers weren't feeding you as well as they could have. I could tell."

Castiel felt a little like arguing that point but his eyelids slowly began to droop.

"If you want to sleep, that is perfectly all right you know."

"No," Castiel found himself saying. "I-I want to stay here. With you."

Father smiled and stood, motioning for Castiel to do likewise. He led him out of the room and into a nice sitting room where a roaring fire greeted them.

"Have a seat."

Castiel sat down on the couch in the room and his eyes began slipping shut once again. Before Castiel knew it, he crossed his arms against his chest, leaned his head back and fell asleep.

"I don't like this plan," Bobby said, shaking his head.

"Neither do we," Dean said with a frown, "but it's the only one we've got. We've gotta do it, Bobby. For Cas."

"Balls. You barely even know the guy!"

"But that's the thing," Sam said. "That's the thing. He has a family out there. He has parents and siblings out there that still, no matter what, love him. Sure, he's a vampire - but so are we."

"None of us had any choice in this," Dean added. "Cas wasn't some mindless freak that needed to be put down. He was normal. We can't let him lose that, Bobby. Not like we did."

Bobby took a breath in and rubbed his hand over his eyes. "Okay."

"Okay?" both brothers asked at the same time.

"Okay," Bobby said. He motioned for them to go upstairs. "Go get him."

"Thanks, Bobby," Sam said.

The brothers moved into action, gathering their things and mentally preparing for the journey they were about to go on.

"You're a good man," Dean added.

"Good or crazy," Bobby asked their retreating backs.

He pounded on the door and the neighbor next door shouted for him to knock it off. Castiel growled and snarled like an animal and began pounding on the wood again. He could hear footfalls from within coming closer and closer and the door flew open revealing his older sister Penelope.

"Cas? What're you...are you okay?" she asked with a heavy voice, having just being forced awake at such a late hour. She wore a fluffy pink bathrobe over her white pajamas with a pattern of colorful fruits on it. Her long blonde hair was pushed back in a messy ponytail and her brown eyes were glassy.

Castiel lowered his head and took two deep breaths in and out and looked up at her again. "Can I come in, Penny?"

Penny looked both ways down the hall before ushering her baby brother inside and shutting the door behind him. In her haste down the hall, she left the lights off as she knew the layout of her place like the back of her hand. She turned the hallway lights on and immediately Castiel flinched at the brightness.

"Turn it off!" he yelped and immediately, with a sharp gasp, she did as he asked.

Castiel took more deep breaths to try and calm down before finally turning to look at her. The breaths he took into his nose brought the absolutely tantalizing smell of her blood to him. He wanted it. He wanted it badly.

"Casti-" she began to shriek before he was upon her, muffling her mouth with his hand and smelling her some more. He lowered his mouth to her neck and felt a second set of teeth painfully slide into place through his gums. The taste of her blood on his tongue sent shockwaves through his body. He drank and drank to his heart's content, until she stopped moving beneath him and that was what finally made him stop drinking. He wiped away the remains from his lips and licked what remained off of her skin. He looked down at her, at his sister, and froze.

"No," he whispered, getting back to his feet.

Blackness entered his vision and the next thing he knew, he was outside and running as fast and as far as he could.

The Alpha watched his child rest and rang his bell. One of his young, nons arrived and bowed before him.

"Can you get a blanket for him?"

"Right away, Father," the young boy said before turning and running from the room.

The Alpha stood and went to his son's side, moving some hair away from his face before leaning over and kissing him on the forehead. Castiel let out a pitiful noise and turned his head the other way. The non-boy meanwhile returned and the Alpha grabbed the blanket and sent him on his way. He wrapped it around Castiel and returned to his seat where another goblet of blood was already waiting for him. He sipped, watching his child rest. A few minutes later, Castiel finally relaxed once again.

"I know who you truly are Castiel," the Alpha said, moving his glass from one hand to the other.

"I can see further into your mind then even you can. What you are hiding that even you do not know. I can and will protect you - give you the father you deserve over the ones you've already had who have abandoned you."

The brothers stood 500 yards away from the mansion, gasping in deeply satisfying breaths of air.

"I think we overexerted ourselves," Sam said between breaths.

"Shut up."

As one, they looked up at the mansion on the hill and Dean couldn't help but let out a sigh. "Here we are again."

"Here we are," Sam repeated.

Cas was in there and who knew what he would be like after having been with the Alpha for only a few days.

"Let's do this," Dean said and the two of them nodded, went right up to the door, and knocked.