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Sorry about the delay with this chapter. I had a LOT of deadlines all at once and realized that I had missed out most of my coursework... eeek! Think I got away with it though... hopefully! Anyway, on with the story.

Sam jerked awake, his heart lurching through his chest... and took in the darkness of the motel room. He lay still on his back, pushing deep breaths in and out of his lungs. That dream again. Dean as a vampire. God, he had to talk to Dean about this soon before he missed his chance. What if it really was some kind of sign? What if he needed one of the vampires here to turn Dean, make him imortal? But he could never imagine Dean doing that. To become a 'monster' was something that his brother would never be able to take. And yet, if he went to hell, who knew what he might become?

That thought scared him.

Sam sat up, scooting backwards to lean against the headboard. He didn't want to go back to sleep just yet, not with those ideas floating around in his head. Instead, he peered around the darkened room. The blazing numbers on the digital clock beside his bed told him that it was just past midnight. Across the room he could see Dean slumped over the table, his head pillowed on his arms. Apparently that one last beer had lasted longer than his brother had expected. Sam knew his brother had been planning to stay up a little longer to watch for danger. He couldn't wait to wake him up and explain to him that he had fallen asleep on his watch. Sam turned his head to the side and the other bed, which Opium and Vicky were sharing. Then he frowned. He could only see one person there. He turned to the bathroom, wondering if Opium was in there, but there was no light and no noises coming from within...

Shit, shit, shit...

Sam scrambled out of bed and grabbed his jeans, pulling them on over his boxers. He staggered over to the bathroom as he did up his belt and kicked the door open. It banged back against the wall with a deafening crash, and he heard a dull groan from behind him. The bathroom was empty. He whirled around and sprinted across the room to the front door and began to unlock it, his fingers fumbling on the chain. Dean, still bleary-eyed, leapt up from the table and staggered after him.

"Wh-What?" he mumbled, reaching for his gun. "Wossappening?"

Sam leaned out of the room and looked left and right. Rain was pouring down thick and fast. Opium wasn't outside...

"Damn it!" he yelled out, whirling around. "Dean, Opium's gone."

"Gone?" Vicky was sitting up in her bed, looking around in confusion as if expecting to see Opium hiding behind a corner. "When? How?"

"He must have waited until we were asleep," Dean muttered. "Damn it!"

"What's wrong?" Vicky demanded. "Where's he gone?"

"We don't know," Dean growled. "But I was worried about him going back for... for revenge."

"Revenge?" Vicky repeated.

Sam swallowed hard. "Lusing and Gordon both have a lot to answer for and vampires can be very bad people to cross."

"But Opium wouldn't..." Vicky's voice trailed off. Then she put both hands over her face. "Oh god, he would," she whimpered. "We have to find him."

"Any suggestions?" Dean demanded. "I mean, it would be nice for someone to come up with something!"

"Wait," Sam said, lifting his hands. "Wait a second. Last time Lusing wanted to meet, they met in the church, right? Why would they do that? Not exactly a vampire clubbing ground, is it?"

"The church," Vicky repeated. "Opium likes it for some reason. I think it has something to do with his past."

"Then that's where we start," Sam said steadily. "Its better than nothing."

And he reached for his gun.

The rain was pouring down so hard that Opium could barely see past a few meters. He was already drenched through, and the wound on his chest was stinging dully. He couldn't find it in his heart to care about that now; he didn't care how strong Lusing was. His anger would make him stronger. The church came into sight before him, the steeple vanishing into the blurry thundering sky. Serene stone angels watched him as he strode forwards, his hands balled into fists. He reached the church and pushed the huge wooden doors wide open.

The crash of wood against stone echoed straight through the church. At the very end of the pews, Lusing leapt to his feet, his wide eyes catching in the streetlight that flooded in through the doors.

"Opium," he called. "Hey, bro."

He must have sensed the tension crackling around Opium's glare - his voice was hesitant and sharp. Opium strode halfway down the alter and then stopped dead, watching as Lusing stalked slowly forwards to meet him. They stopped three meters apart, eyes locked, bodies tense.

"So," Lusing said quietly. "How are we going to do this?"

"I gave you chance after chance, Lusing," Opium growled. "But now I'm through with you stabbing me in the back. You're a monster. I can't save you. No one can."

"I don't need saving!" Lusing spat. "Jesus, Opium! I was wrong to betray you before, but you're the one who just can't take what you are! Killing me won't change anything. You'll still have killed, you'll still be a monster yourself. I'm not the problem here: you are."

Opium's hands curled into claws. Lusing's eyes flashed as he peeled his lips back from his teeth, his fangs protruding from his jaw.

"You've crossed me for the last time," Opium snapped. "You're not you anymore, Lusing."

"Then kill me," Lusing challenged, spreading his hands. "You go ahead, bro. Do your worst."

His challenge shone in his eyes, malicious and demanding. For a moment, the church sang with a deadly, heavy silence. Then Lusing let his arms fall.

"See?" he sanpped. "I knew you couldn't hack it-"

He broke off with a yell of shock as Opium launched himself forwards, carrying them both off the floor and back into a stone pillar. The stone crumbled around them and Lusing clawed at Opium's face, catching him across the cheek. Opium flinched backwards and Lusing scrambled free. He sprinted for a door near the back of the church, moving so fast that Opium barely saw him. With a roar of fury, Opium threw himself after his brother. The door led through into a huge dark stairwell, stone steps leading straight upwards. Opium could already hear Lusing running up them a few levels higher. He raced after him, catching up within seconds. He caught at Lusing's foot, sending the other vampire crashing down into the stone. Lusing twisted around, blood marring his smug features, and lashed out with both feet. Opium twisted away and jumped straight over him, landing on the step above. He stamped downwards but Lusing pulled out of the way before swiping at him again with both hands. Opium turned and sprinted upwards, taking the steps four at a time. He burst out through the door at the top and sprinted onto the roof, instantly hit by lashing rain.

He was balanced on the foot-wide flat surface between the sloping sides of the church roof. Far ahead a steeple stood straight upwards signalling the end of the roof. Opium skidded to a halt halfway down the roof and whirled to face Lusing as the other vampire appeared in the doorway. His brother snarled low in his throat and stepped forwards.

"Come on then, bro," he growled, an animal edge to his voice. "I've got all night."

"Then get on with it," Opium snarled back, his fangs bared.

Lusing kicked the door shut and sprang forwards like a panther, his fangs catching the moonlight, his eyes shining like twin torches in the darkness. And Opium rose up to meet him, his claw-like hands snatching like vipers.

Dean hurled the Impala to a stop beside the church and Sam scrambled out straightaway. He had barely taken three strides towards the doors when Dean yelled his name. He turned around to see Vicky and Dean climbing out of the Impala, both of them gazing upwards.

"I think we've found them," Vicky shouted, pointing.

Sam turned to follow her gaze, and his eyes widened. High up against the darkness of the sky, he could just pick out two shillouettes locked together in a feirce struggle, the rain almost hiding them from sight. Sam's mouth fell open.

"Oh, that's just great."

"It get's better," Dean muttered. He pulled his gun from his jeans and pulled Vicky behind him, moving backwards away from the road. "Sam, heads up!"

Sam turned, and his stomach jerked. Gordon's car had just appeared from around the corner. He started forwards. "Dean..."

"Get out of here," Dean ordered. And then, as Sam hesitated, "Sam, for god's sake, he wants you dead!"

Vicky suddenly gasped, making them both look up. Lusing seemed to have suddenly gained the upper hand - Opium had fallen down the side of the roof and was holding onto a statue to keep himself anchored. Lusing, maddened with anger, was sliding down after him. Vicky let out a cry and sprinted for the church, vanishing into it before they could stop her. Sam hissed in anger.

"Dean!"

"I know!"

They couldn't leave now. Vicky was about to run into two furious vampires struck in a heated war. Dean's eyes flickered between Gordon, who was climbing out of his car and Sam. Then he shook his head.

"Go get Vicky and then run."

"No! I'm not just gonna leave you here, Dean!"

"Yes you are!" Dean snapped. "Now go and get Vicky before those two make cat food outta her!"

Without another word Dean ran forwards to meet Gordon and slammed the butt of his gun into the other man's stomach. Gordon brought his fist up into Dean's face and the two tumbled backwards. Sam hovered, torn. How could he just leave his brother? But then, how could he leave Vicky to be torn apart? A movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he turned. Amy had got out of the car and was on her knees, aiming at Dean. He could almost see her counting down in her head as Gordon span his brother around, holding him steady.

NO!

Sam swung his gun up and fired without a second thought. The bullet hit Vicky in the side of the head and she fell to the floor, twitching for a moment before lying motionless. Both Dean and Gordon flinched and then froze. Gordon recovered first, turning towards Sam with fury etched on his face, but Dean threw both arms around his neck and dragged him backwards.

"Sam, go!" he shouted.

Sam turned and ran.

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