A/N: Hey guys. Here's another update. Hope you're liking the direction it's going. I know there hasn't been much of Kaylee doing anything, but she's remembering purgatory and her time there. She'll be okay soon!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Just my OC.

Chapter 28: Blood Brother Part 2

Dean pulled the impala up next to a pick-up truck. He looked into the cabin of the truck and then opened the covered truck bed. I got out of the impala and closed the door, observing the area we were in. I walked over to Dean as he opened up the small ice chest, which had blood bags. I wanted to immediately gag. I'd dealt with blood, but this was a different kind of blood. Dean shook his head and took the ice chest.

"Benny!" Dean called out. Dean and I walked down a flight of stairs. We found Benny leaning against the wall.

"Oh my god, Benny," I whispered in shock at the state of him. I knelt down beside him.

"Benny? Not lookin' good," Dean said.

Benny chuckled. "Up yours."

Dean opened up the ice chest as I checked Benny for wounds. "Hey, hey it's just a scratch, no big deal, darlin'," he told me. I squatted his hand away as he tried to stop me from taking care of him.

Dean opened up the chest. He leaned against a table where there were many blood bags. "Why don't you get washed up, yeah?" I asked. "I'll feel better."

Benny sighed. "Fine, mom."

I stuck my tongue at him and he chuckled at me. Honestly, I never would've thought I'd be friends with a vampire. I've heard stories of their existence, but they were just stories. Soon, Benny came out of a bathroom wearing clean clothes, and drying his hair with a towel. It didn't take him long to take a shower, and he cleaned up good, almost taking my breath away. The only person who managed to take my breath away was Sam.

"Wow…you, uh, look okay," Dean said.

"Getting there," Benny said.

"Dude, you were double-hamstrung."

"Yeah, well, a little rest, a half cooler full of AB-negative-most wounds- short of an amputation will mend up…vampirically speaking," Benny said.

"Uh-huh," Dean said, unconvinced.

Benny picked up a bag and his cap.

"I'll be 100 percent before you know it," he picked up the ice chest and hold out a hand to Dean. "Thank you, brother." They shook it and Benny gave me a half hug.

"Benny, what's going on?" Dean asked, asking the same question I've had since we got here.

"Oh, your work here is done, Dean. You already saved the day. You know, I got my, uh, deal, and you got-what'd you call it? A family business?" Benny asked.

"Benny. What's going on?" Dean pressed further. I crossed my arms over my chest pointedly.

"You and that whole "friend" thing man," Benny shook his head.

"Hey, she started it," Dean pointed at me.

"I did not! It was mutual," I shot back at him.

Benny pulled me up after I'd killed a monster. Dean stood up as well. Then he cleaned his weapon on another monster's clothing. A third monster swung at Castiel who put his hand on his monster's head and smited him, bathing in a glow of light. The monster fell to the ground dead.

"Well, I got to admit, Dean, he's got his strong points, but holy hell if he ain't a magnet," Benny began.

"Well, he is an angel," I pointed out.

"Right, and before we found Cas, you said it was my humanity that was drawing too much attention," Dean said.

"Yeah, that too," Benny said with a nod of his head.

"Well, I think we're clear for the moment," Castiel said. "It does present a curious curl in the metaphysics doesn't it? If you murder a monster in heaven, where does it go?"

"And this is the crazy aunt I want to take on the road?" Benny asked.

"I am not your aunt," Castiel said strongly. Dean and I shared a look.

"What? Really?"

"I have no possible relationship to your sibling offspring," Castiel said indefinitely.

"Now, you're kidding me," Benny said.

"Oh, two are killing me," Dean groaned.

"You wanted to take them along," I sing-songed, leaning my ax against my shoulder.

"I have to agree with the vampire, Dean. The risk of crossing Purgatory with a seraph - it's... less than strategic, and certainly when we have no reason to believe that I can pass through the door that you're headed for," Castiel explained.

"You see, you're an intact, living human being stuck in Purgatory's craw. This dimension wants to spit you out, which is exactly what's gonna power our escape pod. Now, I'm pretty sure I can squeeze through, too, because, after all, you take away the fangs and the fun, I was born human, too. But... " Benny said.

Castiel shook his head. "I don't think it would work for me."

"You hear what he's telling you, Dean? Your buddy is saying –"

Dean turned to face Benny. "Listen to me, you undead blood junkie, I'm the one with the mojo. I'm the one with the plan. Cas... we're gonna shove your ass back through the eye of that needle if it kills all four of us."

"Obviously, I'm less than comfortable with that," Benny said.

"Well, it's good to know you're still dumb as ever," Benny said to Dean.

"Yeah, well, some things never change. Now, why are you getting into machete fights with your own kind?" Dean asked.

"Quentin, the one I came for? We were in the same nest. I'm hunting the vampire who turned me, my maker," Benny replied.

I gave him a look as if to say why.

"Well, now, don't get me wrong. I'm down with the hunting, but, uh, why?" Dean asked.

"Kill him before he kills me, again," Benny replied that me raise my eyebrows.

I looked at the items on the table: a bloodstained wallet, money clip, keys and matches. Benny picked up the money clip.

"Quentin and I went way back – one of the old man's favorites, next to me, it turns out," Benny said.

Dean looked through a 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."

"Yachts. Names of yachts – Lucky Myra.." Benny took the notebook from Dean. "...Age of Aquarius II. Look at this one – Sea You Later, spelled s-e-a. I mean, come on."

Benny put the notebook down on the table and Dean pointed to it.

"So, then these are launch times. And what – destinations?"

Benny nodded. "Mm-hmm. Except none of them ever get there. The Lucky Myra left yesterday afternoon. I guarantee you it's already been hit."

"What do you mean, "hit"?" Dean asked.

"Boarded, burned, and buried at sea. My nest – that's how we fed... How we always fed. 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-size 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 all our sins," Benny explained.

"Vampire pirates? That's what you guys are? Vampirates," Dean asked.

"You know, all the years we ran together, I can't believe nobody ever thought of that," Benny replied thoughtfully.

"What do you mean? It's like the third thing you say," Dean said.

Benny shook his head. "No, it isn't."

"All right, so, y-your maker is set up to feed around here, right?" He took the money and a piece of paper from the wallet on the table. "Well, what are we looking for?"

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

Dean unfolded the paper. "So an island, maybe? You got a cable bill here. Hmm. Quentin's got the NFL package. Prentiss Island. Heard of it?"

"Oh, yeah." Benny nodded.

We presided to the impala. I got into the backseat of the car. He drove down the road.

"If you were your maker's favorite, why did he kill you?" I asked Benny.

Benny looked up at me. "When you get turned, it's like you're reborn into a vampire nest. Your maker – he means everything to you. [He takes a blood bag out of the ice chest.] I mean, you really start believing he's God. Now, if your maker happens to believe the same thing, well..." he drank from the blood bag.

"See how that could be a pickle," Dean said.

"Mm," Benny said.

"Well, uh – you really have to do that? I mean, right now?" Dean asked, grimacing.

Benny chuckled. " I'm sorry, brother. I'm better, but I'm still on the mend."

"Right," Dean muttered.

"Anyway...our father – he was a jealous god. He kept the family together but kept us apart from the rest of the world, always at sea. I always did what was best for the nest... till I met her. Andrea. Andrea Kormos. Beautiful. I mean, words don't even cut it, you know? Greek, heiress," Benny said.

It kinda hurt that Benny had someone else in mind. I always thought we had a connection after he hugged me after a good fight in purgatory.

"Come on," Dean scoffed.

"She was sailing a 42-foot sloop to the Canary Islands. Now, I should have called her boat's destination in to my crew, but instead, I joined her on it," Benny explained.

"Seriously? Was Fabio on the cover of that paperback?" Dean laughed. I smiled a bit at that.

"My life changed when she entered it, Dean. Everything I had been or done up to that point just... seemed to vanish... into what we had become together. I mean... We found it, man. Eventually, we settled in Louisiana. And then one night, we were coming home, and the old man – he was just there. Quentin, Sorento, my oldest nestmates. It was only that night I understood what a crime it was to him – me leaving him. They pinned me down, and they beheaded me. The last thing I saw was the old man tearing out Andrea's throat."

"I'm sorry Benny," I said sincerely. "She must've been a real catch."

"Me too," Benny nodded at me.

"Well, that's what payback's all about – am I right?" Dean asked.

"Docks are up ahead. Should be able to find a dinghy to use," Benny said.

We got out of the impala and then onto a small motor boat. We drove on it for awhile across to the other side.

As we approached the shore, Dean sit at the bow with a rope and prepared to jump off.

"You sure you wanna be with us, darlin' maybe you ought to stay here. I mean Quentin can be-"

"I'm staying, Benny," I said firmly. "I can fight on my own thanks." Benny held his hands in the air as if it wasn't his problem. It wasn't. It was going to be fine.

Dean was texting on his cell phone.

"We're close," Benny said.

"Hunting vamps – nest on Prentiss Island..." Dean continued to type. I looked over his shoulder. It was to Sam. "not..."

"Remind you of anything?" Benny asked.

"Not alone," Dean finally wrote out. But then he used the backspace key to delete the entire message and he put his phone back into his pocket. I gaped at him. This would be the kind of thing to tell Sam about. Dean gave me a shushed look and I sighed, shaking my head. Dean took out two weapons. He handed me one.

"It's weird being back – in the world, I mean," Benn said. They threw their bags down on the ground. "Isn't it?"

"Sure as hell is," Dean replied.

"I mean, what do you do with it all? All the – all the everything? Hell, I don't even know if this world is real, if I'm real," Benny said. I frowned at him.

"Hey, listen to me. I've seen what happens down that rabbit hole, okay? We're real. Benny, this is real. It's the only way to play this game, you get me?" Dean said, regarding us.

We walked into the house and enter the hallway to the main room with our weapons at the ready. Benny looked at a harpsichord.

"Time to move, Benny," Dean whispered.

"The old man's harpsichord," Benny said amused by it.

"Benny!" Dean cried in a whisper. I made a move to follow him but Dean grabbed my jean jacket's sleeve and held me back. Benny looked at the woman photograph on the table.

"No, no, no," Benny said in anguish.

We saw her coming down the stairs and I instantly knew who she was. That was Andrea. Benny's Andrea.

"Benny?" she asked.

"Andrea."

A man walked up behind Benny, another appeared around the corner and then a third came down behind Andrea. The man behind Benny knocked him on the ground. I wanted to go after Benny and help him but Dean instructed not yet.

"Idiot," Dean muttered.