Chapter 04 — Blood Brother

The trio enters a motel room. Sam immediately crosses the room and turns on the light to reveal that the room was unoccupied. "Well, that is twice that he's burned us," Dean says as Addison closes the door. Dean smirks at his younger brother. "Shame on you."

"No, no, no, no," Sam argues, shaking his head. "I'm the one who said he set us up."

"No, you said, 'I wonder if Kevin is setting us up,' and then you started in with the techno babble. That was like two states ago."

"Either way, it's another room billed to one of Kevin's fake credit cards," Addison replies.

"And the motel ran his number today," Sam adds.

"Just like he actually check in," Dean asks, kneeling down in front of the mini bar to pick the lock.

"Yes."

"Kid's like Rain. He's like a shitty little credit card counting…criminal prodigy Rain Man."

Addison smirks. "He was in advanced placement."

"Shut up," Dean snaps, opening the minibar. He tosses a beer to Sam before handing Addison a mini bottle of white wine. He opens his own beer. "When's that little idiot gonna stop running from us?"

Sam sighs. "I don't know, Dean. I mean, you did try to kill his mother."

"I was trying to kill Crowley, okay," Dean clarifies. "Who happened to wearing Kevin's mother at the time." He's met with two disbelieving look. "Well, there's a difference."

"Apparently not to Kevin. Oh, I know. Maybe because, oh yeah, it's his mother."

Addison's phone suddenly rings. "Hello," she greets. She instantly recognizes who it is. "I - I can't hear a damn thing you say. Let me find a better signal." She shoots the boys a smile and walks out of the room. When she's a few feet away, she holds up her phone once more. "Benny?"

"Hey, Addison. You, um, you got a minute," the vampire asks. "Afraid I messed up."

"Benny, what happen," she asks, glancing over her shoulder. She sees Dean walking towards her as Benny explains what happened. She blinks. "I'm sorry. You took on how many by yourself? Dude, are you fucking crazy?"

"Hey," Benny defends. "See, the thing is, 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 kind of hoping maybe I could ask you for one more favor?"

Addison bites her lip, listening to Benny. "We'll be there." She hangs up and looks up at Dean. "Benny needs our help."

Dean sighs, running a hand over his face. He had a feeling that was who had called her. "Ads—"

"Dean, he saved my life," Addison softly interrupts. "He helped us get home."

"Fuck," Dean mutters, knowing that she had a point. He runs a hand over his face. "All right, I'll—"

"We'll," Addison corrects. She crosses her arms over her chest. "You know that if you go by yourself, then Sam will just question what's going on."

"And he won't if you come with me."

Addison shrugs. "Just tell him that we're gonna go have sex or something."

Dean rolls his eyes. She watches as he grabs Sam's bags out of the Impala's trunk and walks into the motel room. Addison knew that he wasn't happy about her joining him to help out Benny. She also knew that he wasn't keen on the idea of her being near Benny. Addison sighs and walks into the motel room. "And - and what exactly is that supposed to mean, you guys got to go," Sam asks, looking between the two of them.

"Which words are giving you trouble," Dean snaps.

"We're on the case, remember, Dean? The - the Winchester holy grail, 'shut the gates of hell forever' case."

"Sure are. But in order to close 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 mean's we're probably as far away from as he could possibly put us. So step two - find Kevin Tran." He glances over at the mini bar. "You mind if we take the Toblerone?"

Dean grabs the chocolate out of the mini bar and walks out of the room, with Sam and Addison behind him. "Wait. Dean, seriously?"

"Hey, the trail is dead, but the room is paid for. You got some research to do and we got some personal crap we got to take care of. That's all."

"What does that mean, 'personal?'"

"Did you have a stroke? Vocabulary? Personal, as in our own grown up personal, I don't know, crap."

"Damn it—"

"What, Sam? Last I counted, you took a year off from the job. We need a day." Dean opens the driver's side door and climbs in behind the wheel. Addison quickly climbs into the passenger seat and the Impala speeds off.

The Impala pulls to a stop on a dock. Dean and Addison climb out and look at the pick up truck they had parked next to. Addison watches as Dean walks to the back of the truck and lifts up the covered portion. He sees the small cooler and lifts up the lid to reveal blood bags. He shakes his head and grabs the cooler. Together, they walk onto a small barge and head below deck. They find Benny leaning against a wall. "You look like shit," Addison greets.

Benny chuckles. "Up yours."

Dean sets the cooler down next to the vampire. He grabs Addison's hand and they head back up. He pulls her into a kiss, holding her against his chest. "You know you have nothing to worry about, right," she softly asks.

His hand settles on the small of her back. "I know." She raises an eyebrow. He sighs. "You shouldn't be here."

Addison rolls her eyes. She starts to step back, but he tightens his grip on her. "Dean—"

"Ads, I don't want anything to happen to you. I trust Benny. I don't trust other vampires."

She knew where he was coming from. It was something that had been on her mind too. She places a hand on his cheek. "I'll be fine," she softly reassures. She shoots him a smile and walks back downstairs.

"Wow. You, uh, look okay," Dean says as Benny walks out of a bathroom, rubbing a towel over his hair. Addison shakes her head.

"Getting there," Benny replies.

"Dude, you were double hamstrung."

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

Addison and Dean exchange a look. "Uh huh."

"I'll be a hundred percent before you know," Benny says, picking up his newspaper cap. He holds out a hand to Dean. "Thank you, brother."

"Benny, what's going on?"

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

"Benny," Addison begins. "What's going on?"

Benny sighs. "You two and that whole friend thing."

Addison watches as Dean, Benny, and Castiel work together to dispatch the monsters that had been following them. She felt useless, standing off the to the side. She hated not being able to help fight. Castiel places a hand on a monster's forehead and a bright light flashes from the monster's eyes. "Well, I got to admit, Dean," Benny says as the monster's body falls to the ground. "He's got his strong points, but holy hell if he ain't a magnet."

"Well, before we found Cas, you said it was my humanity that was drawing too much attention," Dean replies, turning to the vampire. "And before that, you said it was Ads' blood. Which, for the record, you marking her or whatever hasn't done shit."

"Dean," Addison softly warns, joining the three men.

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

"And this is the crazy aunt I want to take on the road," Benny asks, looking between Dean and Addison.

"I am not your aunt."

"What? Really?"

"I have no possible relationship to your sibling offspring."

"Now, you're kidding me."

"Oh, you two are killing me," Dean mutters.

"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 you're headed for," Castiel tells him.

"You see, you two are an intact, living human being stuck in Purgatory's craw," Benny reminds them. "This dimension wants to spit you two 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…"

"I don't think it would work for me."

"You hear what he's telling you? Your buddy is saying—"

"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 three of us," Dean angrily interrupts.

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

"Well, it's good to know you two are still dumb as ever," Benny says, looking between the two hunters.

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

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

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

Benny sighs as he looks at the belongings scattered across a table. "Quentin and I went way back — one of the old man's favorites, next to me, it turns out."

Addison picks up a notebook. "'Age of Aquarius II, 0800,'" she reads, then flips through the book. "There's a bunch more numbers in here, but they're all crossed out. Some strange names are crossed out too. Big Mermaid, Solitaire. Except one. Lucky Myra."

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

Benny sets the notebook on the table and the two hunters look at him. "So, these are launch time and destinations," Addison questions.

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

Dean frowns. "What do you mean, 'hit?'"

"Boarded, burned, and buried at sea. My nest - that's how we fed…how we always bed. 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 points. Take down the boat's name 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."

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

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

"No, it isn't," Benny and Addison say. She picks up the wallet and looks through it, finding a piece of paper.

"All right, so, your maker is set up 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."

Addison unfolds the piece of paper. "Well, this is a cable bill for a place on Prentiss Island. Who needs an NFL package anyway?" She looks up at the vampire. "Have you heard of it?"

"Oh yeah."

Benny leans forward as the Impala speeds down the road. Addison was stretched out in the front seat, asleep, with her head in Dean's lap. "Yeah, so, if you were your maker's favorite, why did he kill you," Dean asks, glancing at the vampire in the backseat.

"When you get turned, it's like you're record into a vampire nest. Your maker - he means everything to you," Benny explains. He grabs a blood bag out of the cooler. "I mean, you really start believing he's God. Now, if your maker happens to believe the same thing, well…"

"See how that could be a pickle." Benny slurps on the blood bag and Dean grimaces. "Well, uh, you really have to do that? I mean, right now?"

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

"Right."

"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."

"Come on."

"She was sailing a forty-two 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."

"Seriously," Dean disbelievingly asks. "Was Fabio on the cover of that paperback?"

"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."

"Well, that's what payback's all about," Dean asks. Addison shifts, letting out a snore. "Am I right?"

Benny doesn't reply. "Docks are up ahead," the vampire says. "Should be able to find a dingy to us."

Addison stifles a yawn as she, Dean, and Benny pull a dinghy up to the shore of Prentiss Island. Dean jumps off the boat and secures it to a dock. Benny tosses two bags onto the dock and hops out. He holds out a hand and Addison grasps it as she climbs out of the boat. Silence settles over them as they walk through the woods towards the house that had been rented. "We're close," Benny says, breaking the silence. Addison glances over at Dean and finds that he's texting someone. She doesn't need to look to know that he's texting Sam. She had no problem with lying to Sam about what they were doing. Even through Sam knew about what happened to her and had apologized, Addison was still angry that he didn't look for them. "Remind you of anything?" Addison blinks. Dean shoves his phone back into his jacket pocket. "It's weird being back. In the world, I mean. Isn't it?"

"Sure as hell is," Dean replies, dropping his bag on the ground.

"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."

"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?" They start digging through the bags. Addison goes to grab a machete when Dean grabs her wrist. "You're staying here."

"What," Addison disbelievingly asks. "No, I'm going."

Dean takes the machete out of her grip. "No, you're not."

"You really want to do this now."

"You can't go," Benny says. Addison shoots him an annoyed look. "They'll be all over you. You probably should've stayed on the mainland."

Addison snatches the machete out of Dean's hand and starts walking the way they came. "Where are you going," Dean asks.

"Back to the fucking boat!"

Addison turns around when she hears a twig snap. Her eyes dart through the darkness, taking in her surroundings. She had been unable to sleep. She knew that Dean was having a hard time sleeping, given that he kept tossing and turning. And she doubted that it was sleeping on the hard ground. Castiel had been a few feet away, keeping an eye on their surroundings. Through when he had stopped paying attention to them for a moment, she took the chance to go on a quick walk. "You shouldn't go wandering off," Benny says, walking over to where Addison was standing.

Addison rolls her eyes. "You shouldn't sneak up on people that are helping you get back home."

Benny smirks. "You got me there, sugar."

She crosses her arms over her chest. "What's the real reason you wanted to drink my blood?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you did it to get under Dean's skin. Because you know that you're getting out of here no matter what."

Benny steps closer to her. Addison's back hits a tree. "Oh, I did it because I wanted to be sure about you." He places his hands on either side of her head. "You're the last descendant."

Addison rolls her eyes. "That whole thing is such bullshit. I'm not the last—"

"Oh, you are. There's a reason you're called the last descendant."

"And why's that?"

"Because your blood is a drug for my kind. Just a few drops gives vampires a high most haven't had since being turned."

"So, I'm fucking Sookie Stackhouse. Minus the being a fairy and having powers," Addison mutters. She shakes her head and starts to push past him, but he pulls her against his chest. "Look, I'm not into—"

"Shut up," Benny quietly snaps. Addison watches as he look around. She gazes around them, but doesn't see anything. He lets go of her and she quickly moves back.

Addison clears her throat. "We should head back." She heads in the direction that she thought she came.

"This way," Benny corrects, chuckling. Addison rolls her eyes, but follows after the vampire.

"What the hell do you know about the value of life," Dean snaps as the group continues on their journey the next day. Addison sighs, running a hand over her face. She couldn't even remember what led to the current conversation. "You're a vampire."

"Yep," Benny agrees. "And I think we both know which of our kinds kills more humans."

"Well, statistically speaking, that'd be your—" Castiel begins.

"Yes, thank you, Cas," Dean interrupts.

"I get it. You're worried what I might do if we make it topside," Benny says. "I'll start eating your little piggies. I already told you, man, but the time I got iced, I was strictly on blood transfusions, donated blood. Not donated to me, I'll give you that, but I paid good black market scratch for it."

"So, what is that? Like the vampire zone diet?"

"Look, all I'm saying is I started seeing something in humanity, okay? Something that shouldn't be taken. I drink blood. I don't drink people."

"And why the hell should I believe you? You drank Ads."

"Leave me out of this," Addison says, looking between them.

"What does it matter what you believe," Benny asks. "You got your head so far up your ass, Dean, you don't even realize we're already done for. The angel knows it. We are never gonna make it with him next to us glowing like a beacon."

"Do I need to remind you of our deal? Of what you committed to?"

"He is gonna get us killed."

"We may get to test that theory," Castiel says.

Addison frowns, concern filling her. "More monsters?"

"Leviathan."

"Why don't you blip out of here," Dean questions.

"They're too close," Castiel tells him. "I can't. Run."

The group takes off through the woods. Addison stumbles when a cloud of black smoke hits the ground near her. Dean protectively pulls her against his side as Benny and Castiel stop. The smoke disappears and the mass of black goo turns into a leviathan. "Oh, great," Dean mutters as the leviathan moves towards them. Another cloud of black smoke hits the ground near them and a second leviathan emerges from the smoke.

Addison looks up from her phone when she hears footsteps. She tightly grips the machete. While Dean and Benny had been taking care of things at the house, she had hung out at the boat. She lets out a relieved breath seeing that Dean and Benny were the ones heading towards her. The trio works to get the boat ready to launch. "Why'd you do it, Dean," Benny asks, breaking the silence.

Dean glances at Addison. "Do what?"

"Resurrect me. You could have drained my soul into any culvert and no one would have been the wiser."

"What the fuck are you talking about? Hey, you good?"

Benny sighs. "Man...I don't know what I am."

Dean helps Addison into the boat as Benny climbs into the boat. The vampire steps behind the wheel and Dean unties the boat from the dock. The boat slowly makes it way across the lake. Dean takes a seat next to Addison. "You have an problems," he quietly asks.

Addison softly smiles at him. "No, I was fine." She holds up her phone. "Sam texted. I didn't know what to tell him, so I just didn't reply."

Dean runs a hand over his face, remembering that Sam had called him. "I sent him our location. He's on his way." Addison sighs, knowing what would await them when they reached the shore was not going to be pretty.

As the boat nears the shore, the unmistakeable figure of Sam is visible. Dean grabs the rope and tosses it to his younger brother. Sam ties the boat to the dock.

Dean tosses the weapons bags onto the dock. He steps onto the dock and Addison joins him. Benny climbs out of the boat and holds out a hand to Sam. "I'm Benny," he says, shaking hands with Sam. "Heard a lot about you, Sam."

Sam glances at Dean, unholstering the knife against his side. His hand grasps the knife's hilt. Dean shakes his head and Sam lets go to the knife. Benny lets go of Sam's hand. "I can see you three have a lot to talk about." He pats Dean on the arm and grabs his duffle bag before walking away. Sam turns to Dean and Addison, with his angriest bitch face that either of them had seen.