Disclaimer: same as usual. Not mine, just borrowing Kripke's toys.

A/N: I was SOOOO surprised at people's reaction to the story; my favorite review came from Mooney Magnolia.

Sam = 16 Dean = 20

Deans POV

Oh my god. My brother had fangs. FANGS! He ripped a wendigos rib cage open. How could he rip a wendigos rib cage open? "Uh, Sam? What the hell is going on?" I asked, not really wanting the answer.

"It's a long story. Maybe we should discuss this at the motel." He was eyeing Dad like he expected Dad to start hunting him, not that I would let that happen. Sam laughed nervously. Dad nodded mutely. The 20-minute car ride felt like 20 years.

When we got back to the motel room Dad spoke up "Okay, Sam. What's going on?"

Sam let out a long breath. "Well, uh, I may, or may not be a . . ." The rest trailed off too low for us to hear.

"Sam, for the love of god, speak up," Dad snapped.

Sam's POV

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god, you have a sick sense of humor. I took a deep breath and finished. "Imhalfvampire." It came out in one breath.

"Um, a little clearer, Sammy." Dean looked confused.

Another deep breath. "I am a half vampire." And one more deep breath for good luck.

"Half vampire?" Geez, loud enough you two?

"Yes, half vampire."

"How are you half vampire?" Dad was in interrogation mode; I was in this for the long haul.

"Mom never told you her dirty little secret? She was a half vampire, I am, some how Deans not, probably because of Dad. Speaking of, please don't hunt me," I rambled on, detached.

"Mom was WHAT?" Dean screeched.

"What exactly should we know about this?" Dad asked tentatively.

"Um, well. I don't sleep; I don't need food; I don't eat people, no offense, but human blood has no appeal to us at any point in time, I wouldn't eat you anyway, your family, you're my coven; I can tell the difference between people and different creatures just by smell; I can see the individual mitochondria, no, Deanna, I will not explain what they are, in your cells;

I can smell anything up to 3 miles away; and I see 9 colors instead of the normal 7. Oh! And the only thing that can do any damage to me what so ever is silver, it burns. That is why I hated hunting that werewolf last month." I held up my hand, there were pink marks on my fingers and palm where I handled the silver bullets. "Burns from the bullets. I can also punch through solid concrete with out cracking it. My brain remembers, stores, and has room for everything. It's like having a camera with unlimited film."

"Okay then. Wait what's a coven?" Okay so Dean was interested.

"Coven is to half vampire what nest is to inbreed." Whoops, slang. Now I have even more to explain.

"Inbreed?" Dad looked at me like I was nuts.

"Er, vampire. They don't like us, we don't like them. We're mutts, they're inbred, we're sluts, they're psychotic, we're whores, they're unstable. So on so forth."

"Sam, what's up with the name calling?"

"That is another long story for tomorrow, but I will say this why are we whores and sluts if the mother of our race was a full blooded vamp? Just saying.

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