A/N: Hello, dear readers, and welcome back to another story. This is the first story of a trilogy I have written. There will be surprises and decisions to be made that will affect the brothers for the rest of their lives. It will be a roller coaster ride, I hope you will enjoy this AU. Thank you to VegasGranny, who has been by my side for years, keeping me on the right path with my stories. She is a gem. I do like reviews/comments. NC

Sorry for the delay of getting this posted. FF would not let me upload the chapter. I kept getting error message.

Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of SPN, and this is my own creation. All errors are my own.

Chapter 1

The shadows were deep and dark as two men moved silently down the alley, stalking their prey. Their senses were on high alert, and they were in full hunter mode. It seemed every shadow moved ahead of them, making them tense and wary. They were tracking a pair of vampires terrorizing the town and blatantly flaunting their kills like it was a game.

The local law enforcement agencies had no clue what they were up against and were running around in a tizzy. They were finding bodies all over town like discarded trash. The coroner wouldn't voice his opinion after examining the bodies and finding the bite marks, along with the bodies being drained of blood. No one wanted to sound crazy by saying it looked like a vampire attacked them or someone posing as a vampire.

The attack came suddenly and viciously, as each brother found themselves knocked onto the pavement. They grappled and rolled around, trying to dislodge their attackers, who fought back savagely. Gunshots echoed down the alley, and Dean was able to injure his attacker enough that he could slash through his neck with a large hunting knife, almost decapitating the vampire.

"Sammy," Dean yelled as he tossed the limp body from him and hurried to the aid of his brother, pinned down by a vampire. He heard Sam cry out in pain and grabbed the vampire by the hair to jerk his head back so he could slice his knife across his throat. "Cover your mouth," Dean hissed to his brother. It took several vicious slices before the head was severed, and the body fell onto Sam. "You okay, bro?"

"Yeah," Sam huffed, pushing the headless body off him.

"Did you get bit?"

"He got me on the shoulder," Sam grunted, pressing his hand to it and feeling the wet fabric.

"Did you get any blood in your mouth?" Dean asked in concern as he pulled a mini light out and shone it in Sam's face.

"Dude!" Sam complained, shielding himself from the bright light that blinded him. "I'm okay, except I can't see now."

"Are you sure?" Dean questioned him as he tried to check Sam's injury.

"Yes, can we get rid of these bodies and get out of here? I reek of vampire blood," Sam said in disgust, wiping his hands on his jeans. After pulling out a bandana and stuffing it under his shirt to stem the flow of blood, he let Dean help him off the pavement. He could feel the dampness of his shirts clinging to his body from the spray of blood. "Once we're away from this town, we need to stop at a motel and clean up."

"Alright, one of these dumpsters should work. The buildings are brick, so they won't burn."

They hefted the bodies into one of the dumpsters that was only half full. Sam pulled a container of lighter fluid from his jacket pocket and squirted it on the bodies while Dean took out a book of matches. He lit one and set the others alight before tossing them onto the bodies. Bright flames licked over the bodies as the contents of the dumpster caught on fire.

The brothers stood back and watched before closing one side of the container. They went back the way they had come to pick up the Impala and get out of town. Their father drilled into them that once a hunt was done, you didn't hang around in case questions were asked that they couldn't answer.

Dean grabbed two blankets from the trunk and tossed one to Sam before going around to unlock the car.

"Use that blanket so Baby doesn't get messed up," he insisted.

"Okay," Sam sighed, knowing how a stickler Dean was about his car. The love affair he had with the Impala was obsessive.

Dean started the Impala and drove slowly through the town, not wanting to attract attention. He picked up the main road and headed out of town, picking up the pace. After a glance at Sam to be sure he was doing okay, Dean started reading the signs along the highway, searching for a motel.

Sam pulled his cell out and turned it on, only to have it start beeping; he had texts and missed calls. He frowned when he saw they were all from Bobby.

"What's with your cell? Did you break it?" Dean asked in puzzlement.

"No, Bobby has been trying to reach us. Did he call you, too?"

"Don't know, here," Dean grunted, digging his cell from his jacket. "Check and see."

Sam took the offered cell and turned it on. Both had shut their cells off so they wouldn't get calls and give away their location when hunting the vampires. When the cell powered up, it started doing the same thing, buzzing with missed calls.

"Yep, he called you, too," Sam told him. "Here's a voicemail; hold on a sec," Sam continued, pulling it up and putting it on speaker.

"Don't you idjits ever answer your cells?" a gruff male voice chastised them. "You need to get to my place now! You've got a problem, boy, and I'm not fixing it. Hell, don't know if I could anyway."

"Wonder what that was about?" Sam asked. "What kind of problem could you have stepped into, Dean? Did you piss someone off again?"

"Beats me," Dean shrugged. "Whatever it is can wait a day or two, it's waited this long. We need sleep, food, beer, and a shower, though not in that order."

"Should I call him back?"

"Not if you want to live. I don't think he'll want to be woken at this time of night."

"Yeah, you're right. I'll call later when we're heading his way. I'll send a quick text that we'll be there as soon as possible."

"I'll find a motel down the road to stop at. At least we're heading in the right direction, but it'll still take about eight or nine hours to get to Sioux Falls."

"Sounds good to me. I mean, he didn't say it was life or death or anything," Sam surmised as he frowned, wondering what had gotten Bobby in such a state. He went back over the past months and the hunts they had gone on but couldn't pinpoint anything unusual that happened. He was still mulling over the events when Dean finally found a motel and took the exit.

"I'll go in," Dean told Sam after looking at his bloody clothes. "I'm less bloody and disgusting than you."

"Fine," Sam nodded, happy to be stopping. His shoulder was throbbing, and he had a dull headache from hitting the pavement when they were attacked. At least he knew it wasn't a concussion.

It didn't take Dean long to register and get a room. He came out and pulled the car around the back, where the rooms were.

"We're in luck, it's off-season, and we got the room at a discount."

"That's good. It helps to save money where we can."

Once they parked, Dean opened the trunk to get their bags and headed for their room. He unlocked the door and switched on the light. He gave the place a once-over before continuing into the room.

"First, let me look at your shoulder," Dean told Sam as he took his jacket off.

"Alright," Sam said, knowing it wouldn't do any good arguing with him. Dean was in big brother mode and wouldn't be put off.

They headed into the bathroom, and Sam removed his long-sleeved shirt and T-shirt. He sat on the commode while Dean washed his hands and then wet a washcloth to clean the bite on Sam's shoulder.

"He got you pretty good," Dean said once he wiped the blood away and could see the torn puncture wounds. "Need to clean it good." He pulled the peroxide from the first aid kit and carefully poured the liquid over the wounds. It began to bubble and foam as it cleaned the area. He had to do it twice before there were no bubbles, and was satisfied it was clean.

"I'll wash it good when I shower and bandage it."

"I'll be the good brother and let you have a shower first," Dean offered as he closed the bottle of peroxide. "If you need help, call out."

"I'll be fine," Sam insisted, getting up and retrieving his bag. He waited for Dean to step out of the bathroom before starting the water and stripping off the rest of his bloody clothes. He didn't know if they would be salvageable or not. He'd have to wait until they were washed to determine that.

Once the water was heated, he stepped under the hot spray and let it beat on his body. The hot water made the bite bleed a little, but it was quickly washed away. He grimaced as he gently used the soap to wash the area and rinse it well. When done, Sam dried and put antibiotic cream on his shoulder before taping a pad over it. He stepped from the bathroom and dropped his bag by his bed.

"All yours," Sam offered to his brother.

"This is going to feel good," Dean sighed, grabbing his bag and stepping into the bathroom. "I left a bottle of Tylenol on the nightstand; you should take a couple."

"Thanks," Sam replied. He even saw water by the bottle of pills and smiled at how Dean was still taking care of him, even if he was an adult. He took the medicine and set the bottle on the nightstand in case Dean needed some.

Sam pulled the covers back and lay down, leaving the lamp between the beds on. He tried to relax and lie on his good side, not putting pressure on the shoulder with the bite. The shower running and mumbled singing lulled him into a light sleep, and he didn't hear Dean moving around the room, getting ready for bed.

They slept the rest of the night and woke up late the following morning. After packing, they checked out and searched for a diner to eat breakfast before continuing their journey to Bobby's. They talked briefly about what could have Bobby so riled up, but neither could come up with a good answer.

When Dean stopped for gas, Sam went inside to use the restroom and get something to drink. He felt warm and took some medicine when Dean wasn't looking. He didn't want to worry him needlessly. When they got on the road, Sam leaned against the side window and drifted to sleep. His dreams were plagued with vampires and being bitten, but they didn't stop there. One fed him his blood, and he began to change.

"Easy, bro, it's okay," Dean spoke to his brother, shaking his shoulder, hard enough to break him from his nightmare but not wake him up. "It's okay, I'm here." Dean glanced at Sam while he drove and saw him relax, and his breathing evened out. Dean was sure his dreams were filled with vampires.

The Impala ate up the miles as Dean drove toward the salvage yard and the very grouchy owner. He was hoping whatever Bobby was pissed about wasn't that bad, and he could smooth it over with him. The older hunter was a surrogate father to him and Sam and had pulled their asses out of the fire numerous times over the years. Bobby had always been there for them through the good and the bad, the heartache and pain.

Dean found a radio station and kept the volume low. His fingers drummed on the steering wheel to the beat as he nodded. He would drive the entire way since Sam was in no shape to drive. He had driven farther, so it shouldn't be a problem. He would stop and load up on caffeine, if needed.