Sam and Dean entered a motel room in Enid, Oregon. When he reunited with Sam, it was to find out that Kevin had gotten the slip and ditched out with his mom. So, while Benny was continuing to track down Mack, they were trying to track down Kevin. They searched the room, finding nothing. "Well, that's twice now that he's burned us," Dean huffed. "Shame on you."

"No, no, no, no," Sam pointed at Dean. "I'm the one who said he set us up." Dean shook his head, "No, you said, 'I wonder if Kevin is setting us up', and then you started in with the- the techno babble. That was like two states ago." Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, whatever," he looked around the room. "Either way, that's another room billed to one of Kevin's false credit IDs." Dean picked the lock on the mini bar. "And the motel ran his number today."

"Just like he actually checked in?" Dean asked, focused on the lock. "Yes," Sam nodded. Dean got the lock open and grabbed a bottle out. "Kid's like Rain Man. He's like a crappy credit-card-counting… criminal prodigy Rain Man."

"Well, he was in advanced placement."

"Shut up." Dean handed Sam a beer from the mini bar, drinking from his own bottle. "When's that little idiot gonna stop running from us? Why'd you let him get away in the first place?" Sam glared. "I didn't let him get away, Dean. Crowley possessed his mom and I was only trying to get Crowley. Not that that seemed to matter to Kevin-" Dean's phone rang. "Hold that thought," he interrupted Sam. "No, actually, you know what? Don't hold that thought." He answered his phone. "Hello? Hello? Uh, hang on. There's not enough bars." He stepped outside so Sam wouldn't overhear his and Benny's conversation.

"Benny? Please tell me you're calling with good news," he said. "Depends on your definition of good news," Benny replied, breathing labored. "Afraid I messed up, buddy." Dean swallowed. "The hell are you talking about?" Benny coughed violently. "I, uh, ran into some old buddies of mine… from the nest that turned me way back in the day. Tried to take on three of 'em at once." Dean glanced back at the motel room window. "I'm sorry. You took on how many? Are you crazy?"

"Hey," Benny protested. "I only did it because I was tryin' to keep your girl safe." Dean's heart stopped in his chest. "You found Mack? Is she still with you?" Benny groaned. "No, uh… one of them got away with her… Listen, Dean. My- my legs, they ain't working so good. There's, uh… a fuel barge not too far from here. I'm pretty sure I can make it at a slow crawl. I was kinda hoping maybe I could ask you for one more favor?"

Dean put his bag down on the bed. "And- and what exactly does that mean, you've got to go?" Sam demanded. "Which words are giving you trouble?" Dean quipped. "We're on the case, remember, Dean? The- The Winchester holy grail, 'shut the gates of Hell forever' case." Dean nodded, "Sure are. But in order to shut the gates of Hell, we need our Prophet, am I right? So step one- find Kevin Tran. Well, he ain't here. But he wanted us to be, which means we're probably as far away from him as he could possibly put us. So, step two- find Kevin Tran." He looked in the mini bar. "You mind if I take the Toblerone?"

He grabbed the chocolate without waiting for a response, putting it in his bag and heading out the door. "Wait. Dean, seriously? You're leaving me again?" Dean glared over at his brother. "Hey, the trail is dead, but the room is paid for. You got some research to do, and I got some personal crap to take care of. That's all." Sam blinked. "What does that mean- 'personal'?" Dean threw his bag through the window into the backseat, turning back to face him. "Did you have a stroke? Vocabulary? Personal, as in my own grown up personal- I don't know- crap."

"Damn it," Sam swore.

"What, Sam? Last I counted, you took a year off from the job. I need a day."

"Well, it's good to know you're still as dumb as ever," Benny smirked. He'd drunk half a dozen blood bags and then taken a shower and changed and was looking a hell of a lot better. Dean was leaning against the table in the fuel barge he'd met up with him at. "Yeah, well, some things never change. Especially when it comes to my kid. Speaking of, why are you getting into machete fights with your own kind around her?" Benny took a deep breath, joining him at the table. "I told you… I was trying to protect her. Quentin, the one I came for? He was in my old nest. I'm hunting the vampire who turned me, my maker. Ran into your girl while I was tracking him down."

"Well, now, don't get me wrong. I'm down with the hunting, but, uh… why?" Dean glared at Benny expectantly. Last they'd talked, Benny was focused on finding Mack, so hearing that he was focusing on hunting down the one responsible for turning him into a monster… He had better have a hell of a good excuse. "Kill him before he kills me… again." Dean blinked. "Excuse me?" Benny started gathering his stuff together, showing Dean a notebook containing information pertaining to the nest. "Quentin and I went way back- one of the old man's favorites, next to me, it turns out," Benny explained. Dean flipped through the pages of the notebook.

"Listen to this. 'Age of Aquarius II, 0800', and then there's some other numbers all crossed out. Some other weird names here, too- The Big Mermaid, Solitaire- it's all crossed out, except this one- The Lucky Myra." Benny nodded, "Yachts. Names of Yachts- Lucky Myra…" he took the notebook back from Dean, "Age of Aquarius II. Look at this one- Sea you later, spelled s-e-a. I mean, come on." Dean frowned, "I still don't get how Mack factors into you hunting your old nest buddies."

"She was hunting them, too… Not for the same reason I was, obviously, but she picked up on the pattern and was tracking down the nest." Dean swallowed, not liking the implications of that sentence. "You… You're telling me that my kid was… was off hunting while my brother quit?" Benny grimaced. "Yeah, we talked a little before we got ambushed by Quentin and his goons. She said she hasn't stopped looking for you and the angel, decided to kill whatever she could find along the way. She put up a good fight, Dean."

Dean was quiet, processing the information. Mack had been hunting all this time… Trying to find him and Cas, to get them back. It made him angry at Sam all over again. She shouldn't have been doing that alone. Pushing those thoughts aside, he tapped the notebook that Benny had set back down on the table. "So, then these are launch times. And what- destinations?" Benny didn't answer right away, eyeing Dean as he analyzed how quickly he'd moved on from the subject of Mack hunting, and then he answered. "Mm-hmm. Except none of them ever got there. The Lucky Myra left yesterday afternoon. I guarantee you it's already been hit."

"What do you mean, 'hit'?"

"Boarded, burned, and buried at sea. My nest- that's who we fed… How we always fed. Your girl picked up on the pattern somehow, like I said, and was tracking them down when I found her. Anyway, we kept a tight little fleet, maybe a half-dozen boats. Nothing ostentatious, just pleasure craft. I must have circled the Americas ten times during my tour. A few of us would act as stringers and patrol the harbors, looking for the right-sized target- fat, rich yachts going to far-off ports. Take down the boat's name and destination, radio it to the crew in the water. And then we just, uh… let the ocean swallow up our sins."

"Vampire pirates? That's what you guys are? Vampirates." Benny snorted. "You know, all those years we ran together, I can't believe nobody ever thought of that." Dean looked offended. "What do you mean? It's like the third thing you say," he defended. "No, it isn't," Benny protested. Dean opened his mouth to argue about it more, but then changed his mind before any words came out. "Alright, so, y-your maker is set to feed around here, right? Well, what are we looking for?"

"Well, he likes to live in style. He usually rents legitimately. Always remote, always coastal."

"So an island, maybe?" Dean unfolded a piece of paper. "You got a cable bill here. Hmm. Quentin's got the NFL package. Prentiss Island. Ever heard of it?" He looked over at Benny, who nodded. "Oh, yeah."

Mack groaned, blinking groggily as she came to. She was in a chair with her hands tied behind her back in the middle of a lavish looking main room. There was a double grand staircase to her left and right, the chair positioned on the rug in between them. A harpsichord sat off to the side and everything was dark. The last thing she remembered was getting jumped by a couple of vamps with Benny, the guy who claimed to be a friend of her father's. He'd been hunting the same nest she was and she'd agreed to team up for the hunt. What had happened to him? Had the vamps killed him?

"Look who finally decided to wake up," a voice sounded from the top of the stairs. She looked to her left to see one of the vamps who'd jumped them descending the staircase. "Father's going to be excited."

Mack didn't respond, glaring at the vampire while she subtly tried to get out of her restraints behind her back. He reached the bottom of the stairs, circling around so he was standing in front of her. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Cat got your tongue?" Mack smirked at him cockily. "You really shouldn't have kidnapped me," she told him. "My dad's gonna kill you when he finds out." The vamp smirked right back at her. "Oh, really?" Mack nodded. "Uh huh. He tends to get a liiittle overprotective when it comes to me." The vamp clearly didn't believe her. "Who's your dad?" Mack's smirk grew into a grin.

"Dean Winchester."

The vampire's face went slack and he straightened up, backing away from her a few steps. Mack chuckled. "N-no. That's impossible. N-nobody's seen him in over a year," he shook his head. "Y-you're bluffing. He's not gonna find out." Mack kept the cocky, self-assured look plastered on her face. "You wanna bet?" she asked. The vamp still looked like he was panicking. Of course, he was half right. She didn't really know if her father would find out she'd been taken. It had been 486 days since she'd last seen him. Nearly a full sixteen months. But Benny had mentioned that he had been looking for her for Dean, and she was banking on him contacting her dad somehow to let him know what happened to her- assuming the vamps hadn't killed him.

Swallowing hard, the vamp ran back up the stairs in the direction he'd come from, leaving her alone once more. As soon as he was gone, her cocky demeanor fell, instead focusing all her attention on getting out of her restraints, praying her father would show up and make good on her promise.

On the island shore a couple miles away, Dean jumped off the boat he and Benny stole and secured the rope. Benny tossed him two bags, climbing out of the boat and onto the dock as well. They headed off into the forest to find the mansion where Benny's nest was staying. Dean took out his phone, starting to draft a text to Sam. "We're close," Benny voiced. "Remind you of anything." Dean deleted the message- 'Hunting vamps- nest on Prentiss Island… not alone'- without sending it, and put his phone away. He and Benny both grabbed machetes from their weapons' bags. "It's weird being back- in the world, I mean," Benny continued as they threw their bags on the ground. "Isn't it?"

They hadn't really had this conversation while they were tracking Mack together. Dean had been way too messed up and focused on the task at hand for them to really bond over being topside again. "Sure as hell is," Dean nodded. "I mean, what do you do with it all?" the vamp asked. "All the- all the everything? Hell, I don't even know if this world is real, if I'm real."

"Hey, listen to me," Dean grabbed Benny's arm. "I've seen what happens when you go down that rabbit hole, okay. We're real. Benny, this is real. It's the only way to play the game, you get me?" Benny nodded and they continued on. When they got to a large house, they snuck inside, heading through the entry hallway into the main room. Benny froze up, staring at a harpsichord off to the side. "Time to move, Benny," Dean whispered. They had to find Mack. "The old man's harpsichord," Benny murmured. "Benny!" Dean hissed. He walked away, not waiting to see if Benny followed him. When he realized he was alone, he turned back, but froze as he heard voices.

"Benny?" a woman said. "Andrea," Benny replied. Dean listened as several vamps beat on Benny. "Idiot," he rolled his eyes. He moved through the house, peeking into rooms off the hall, trying to find any sign of Mack. As he was walking, his phone buzzed- Sam was calling him. He rejected the call, putting his phone back in his pocket. "Little busy right now," he muttered to himself, opening another door. He froze. Mack was cuffed to a chair, a piece of duct tape over her mouth. "Mmf!" she cried when she saw him. "Bug," he breathed, hurrying into the room. He ripped the duct tape from her mouth first and then moved around to help her break out of the cuffs.

"Dad," Mack said, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Hey, bug," he smiled at her, finishing picking the lock on her handcuffs. As soon as she was free, she jumped up, coming around and hugging him tightly. He clung to her, resting his cheek on top of her head as tears threatened to fall. "I never thought I'd see you again," she whispered. "I know. Me, too, baby. But I'm here, now." She pulled back, looking up at him with big green eyes. "What happened to you? Where's Cas?" Dean swallowed, biting his lip. "I'll tell you everything, alright? Right now, we gotta save Benny and get out of here."

"Benny's alive?"

"Yeah, he is. But the nest got him, so he might not be for long. Let's go." After peeking out to make sure the coast was clear, father and daughter made their way down the hall together. As they walked, Dean pulled out his phone, calling Sam back. "Hey," Sam answered. "Okay, what?" Dean whispered. "What?" Sam echoed. "Why did you call me?" he asked slowly, glancing around a corner before nodding for Mack to follow. "Why are you whispering?" Sam asked him. "It's kind of hard to explain right now, but I'm sort of in the middle of cleaning out a vampire's nest, and it's sort of gone a little sideways on me."

"What?!" Sam cried, and Dean took the phone away from his ear and put it against his chest. "Are you an idiot, Dean? You know better than to go into a vamp nest alone." Dean put the phone back to his ear. "I'm not alone, damn it," he hissed. "Alright? I'm not alone. I've got backup- guy who's been tracking the nest for a while."

"What guy? Garth?"

"What? No. You don't know him. He's a friend." Sam was quiet for all of two seconds. "A friend? Dean, you don't have any- all your friends are dead!"

"That's not what I called to talk about!" Dean said angrily, then put his phone to his chest again as he took a breath to calm himself down. While Sam ranted, he texted his brother where they were. "Oh my God, stop talking," he cut Sam off. "I texted you my twenty." He set his phone on a sideboard, pulling Mack around the corner as a vamp came down the hall toward them. The vamp stopped, spotting the phone that Sam's voice could still be heard ranting through. Dean came back around the corner, chopping the vamp's head off and then picked his phone off the ground where the vamp had dropped it. The screen was shattered. "Oh, man, come on."

He tossed the phone aside, helping Mack start to move the body of the dead vamp. "Dad," she got his attention. He looked up at her, but she wasn't looking at him. Following her gaze, he saw another vampire watching them. Dean tossed Mack his machete, and continued to drag the first dead vamp away as he watched her effortlessly kill the vamp. She helped drag the second body into the spare room as well. He came over, helping her, and they were joined by two more vamps. He took out his Purgatory blade, and they each killed one of the newcomers. Leaving the four bodies behind, they headed back down the hall in search of Benny.

Benny walked downstairs where Andrea was waiting. She had been the love of his life before his maker had killed him and turned her as payback for him turning on the nest. He set his bloody blade down on the harpsichord behind her. "The old man is dead," he told her, holding out a hand. "Let's go." She took his hand, but otherwise didn't move from her place. "Where, Benny?" she asked. "What are you talking about? Anywhere." Andrea looked down, and Benny frowned in realization. "You're not leaving here, are you? And you never were."

"We have everything we need right here. The operation is still perfect," Andrea reasoned. "We can ride the high seas, plunder together. We can have the life we always wanted." Benny shook his head. "What I wanted was to leave a burning crater behind. I wanted to put your memory to rest."

"But I'm not a memory. Benny, I'm right here."

"What I loved- it ain't here anymore," he told her. "It was snuffed out a long time ago by monsters like me… like what you've become." Andrea let go of his hand. "You think you're better than me now?" she snapped. "No. I think we're all damned." She snarled at him, fangs descending. Behind her, Mack stabbed her from behind to throw her off guard and Dean chopped off her head. He and Benny stared at each other, and then Benny looked down at Andrea's body. "Come on, man. Let's get out of here," Dean told him.

Together, the three of them left the mansion behind, heading back through the trees to the boat. "Why'd you do it, Dean?" Benny asked as they prepared to launch. "Do what?" Dean asked. "Resurrect me. You could have drained my soul into any culvert, and no one would have been the wiser." Dean paused, looking back at his friend. "What the hell are you talking about? Hey, you good?" Benny swallowed, frowning. "Man… I don't know what I am."

In the boat, Mack eyed her father and Benny curiously. The boat ride back to the mainland was quiet and tense. When they got to the dock, Sam was waiting there for them, looking extremely pissed off, though that changed just briefly when he saw Mack in the boat. Dean tossed Sam the rope to tie up and then tossed his and Benny's bags onto the dock before helping Mack step out of the boat. Father and daughter walked up to Sam, who was staring from Mack to Benny and back. Benny joined them, holding a hand out for Sam to shake. "I'm Benny." Sam took his hand. "Heard a lot about you, Sam."

Sam glanced over at Dean, undoing the cover on his knife holster at his side. His finger curled reflexively over the handle, and Dean shook his head subtly at him. Benny let go of Sam's hand. "I see you three have a lot to talk about." Benny pat Dean on the arm, picking up his bag and walking away. "What the hell, Dean?" Sam snapped. "Look, I got a really good explanation for all this," Dean held out his hands placatingly. "Do you?"

"He helped me get out, Sam. He saved my life over there, multiple times over. He saved Cas' life, too," Dean started. "We wouldn't have found the portal without his help." Sam was fuming. "Yeah? What about the part where he's a friggin' monster!" Dean shook his head. "He's not a monster, Sam. He's different."

"Oh, yeah? He's different? Like Amy was different? Why do you get to decide which monsters live and which ones die, Dean?" Dean scowled. "Look, man, I'm not gonna argue with you about this. He's my friend, and I owe him my life."

"Helped you out of where?" The brothers turned, looking at Mack. She was staring at Dean, waiting expectantly for an answer. "Where were you, Dad?" Dean swallowed, trying hard not to show how much it hurt that she was acting so much more mature now. The last time he'd heard her voice before going to Purgatory, she'd called him 'Daddy'. She'd still been so young, so full of life. Now, she looked like she could have been older than she was. "Purgatory," he answered. "I was in Purgatory. Cas and I got separated and I ran into Benny while I was looking for him. He said he knew the way out, so as soon as we found Cas, we got the hell out of there."

"What about Cas?"

"He… he didn't make it. I'm sorry, bug." She shook her head, backing away from him. "No. No, you're lying. Cas isn't… He's not…" Dean took a step forward, moving closer to her. "Mack, I-"

"Don't touch me!" she cried, shaking her head. Dean froze up, heart breaking as he stared at his daughter. "He's not gone… He can't be gone," she said. "Mack, please," Dean tried again, taking another experimental step forward. "I said don't touch me! He's not gone! I'm gonna find him." Sam was watching the dance between father and daughter, a mix of guilt and sorrow rushing through him. "Mack, you can't. There's not a way into Purgatory." She glared at him through tear-filled eyes. "You got there."

"That was different," Dean shook his head. "Baby, you can't go there. Even if there was a way, it's too dangerous."

"I don't care."

"I do!" Mack stilled at the outburst and Dean relaxed his shoulders, lowering his voice. "I just got you back, bug. I can't… I can't lose you again." His voice cracked as he started tearing up as well. "Please," he begged. "Don't make me lose you again." After a moment, Mack looked down, nodding her head in agreement. "Okay," she murmured. "I won't go."