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I was thrown from the black bag like a rag doll into the room, hitting the floor and banging my head against the wall. Blinking away the dizziness and blur, I looked around at my new surroundings.

I found myself in a room, an apartment. It was small, but still it had a bathroom, bed, fridge, and a table. I noticed the bound and gagged man who sat tied to the chair sitting at the table, and I tried to scramble to my feet. This was all in vain since I noticed my captor had bound me as well, tying up my ankles and my wrists with some rope.

I screamed, but only a muffled cry escaped from the silver duct tape spread across my mouth. I heard footsteps coming nearer and saw his shoes stop at my squirming body.

He bent down to me and put a single finger to where my lips would be, if not for the tape. "Shh," he cooed. I looked up at his face and saw his irresistible green eyes and obeyed, stopping all movement and ceasing any sound. He showed a small smile, and revealed a few of his many sharp teeth. The calmness that had entered my mind now dissipated back into fear.

He inhaled deeply and smiled. His green eyes turned red. I pushed myself against the wall, scared. He walked over to the man at the table and pulled the cloth from his mouth. “How’s everything, Sam?” the man asked him. The bound man I now knew as Sam coughed. The man who had him tied placed his elbows on the table and supported his chin with his fists, smirking.

“Oh, well, it’d be great if my brother wasn’t keeping me as a prisoner,” Sam spat sarcastically. The man’s smirk disappeared.

“Well, maybe if you would consider my offer, then I’d let you go.” The man stared seriously at Sam. “Then we could enjoy her together.” He looked over at me, licking his lips. My eyes grew wider than they already had been.

“Like that’s going to happen, Dean.” Sam had an adamant look in his face.

“Tough luck,” Dean said, “Looks like you’re gonna stay tied up then, huh?” Dean stuffed the towel back into his brother’s mouth and walked to the bed, tossing off his leather jacket. Under it was a white shirt which revealed the outlines of his muscles. I couldn’t help but look, mesmerized by his beauty. He chuckled.

“C’mon, Sam. Just think about it. Never dying, hunting all the demons and monsters that are on the face of the earth to extinction…” He looked over at Sam, but he still didn’t give in. Dean looked through his red eyes down to his watch. “Sunrise.” He got up and closed the blinds to the window by the table which was starting to show some light. He went back to the bed and fell asleep on the covers.

I tried to move around and out of the rope that was scratching my skin, and Sam looked down at me. His eyes showed concern, but he shook his head. Don’t try to escape, his eyes said. I looked over at Dean, who was on the bed, not making any movement except the steady rise and fall of his chest. He would wake up if he heard me. I didn’t have anything to do except wait, so I went to sleep.

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When I woke up it was night again, and I looked quickly toward the bed. No Dean. Sam was still at the chair, but now he had managed to get the hand towel out of his mouth.

“He went out,” he said quietly. I just laid on the floor, looking up at him. I searched for a time, and found one on a small digital alarm clock. Twelve thirty. Sam followed my gaze and saw the time. “He comes usually around one.”

The minutes ticked by in a slow pain, and a mixture of fear, anxiety and happiness brewed in my body. I was surprised that I was happy, even though I was scared. I realized that his mesmerizing features and voice had led me to fall under a spell. I looked back up at the clock. One minute until the next hour. I closed my eyes, trying to brace myself for whatever might have come through the door.

Five minutes past one and still Dean hadn’t returned. I was starting to relax when I heard something burst through the door. “I’m back!” he called, strolling in. His white shirt was stained red, and he had something dark dripping from his mouth. His eyes were green again.

“Oh, Sammy, you should’ve seen this one. Redhead I met at the bar, tasted real good too. You would’ve liked her,” he said, pulling out one of the chairs and sitting in it. He leaned back. “She was so warm, so great. It’s like having a beer, drink from the bottle and it goes down your throat with that same good feeling.” Sam looked at him coldly, his lips a straight line.

“I didn’t kill her.” Dean had noticed his brother’s expression. “Just took a little, and moved on. But I’m telling you, she was good enough to.” Dean looked over at me. “To be honest, though, I prefer brunettes.” He spied my brown hair.

He got up from the chair and moved closer, and I pushed as far as I could against the wall. He stood over me, and he squatted so that his face was close to mine. I let out a small cry, and tried to avoid looking into his eyes. My attempt was fruitless. He put his hand to my face and felt my cheek. He licked his lips again, picking up the last trace of red on his face. “I’ll save you for tomorrow.” Dean stood back up and walked away, back to Sam.

He continued talking about the girl. “Sam, it was better than any diner we’ve been to. And you know that’s saying a lot.”

“Dean, I said no.”

“You’ve always been so stubborn,” Dean said. He looked down at his shirt. “I should go change.” He left and went into the bathroom.

It didn't take him long to come out, now wearing a black t-shirt. It still outlined his strong frame. His muscles were pronounced under the cloth, and he flexed slightly.

“Look at these big guns,” he said, laughing. He saw me watching him and smiled. His teeth were perfect and his smile had the ability to make anyone melt. He grabbed something from the small fridge and swung about a bottle. “Wanna beer?” he asked Sam. Sam just looked straight ahead, not even regarding him. “He never really liked fun,” Dean said to me.

Dean flopped onto the bed and laid with his head held up by the pillows. I couldn’t help but look at him - his face was so beautiful and he just seemed… approachable. But I knew I couldn’t or else something bad would happen. Dean took a swig from the bottle and opened a laptop that had been sitting on the bed. He looked on it for hours. Sam had glanced at me for a second and mouthed, everything is going to be okay.

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When I woke up from my unexpected sleep, I wasn’t on the floor. I was now tied to the chair next to Sam at the table, my legs onto each of the front chair legs and my arms behind me. My mouth stung slightly from the duct tape now having been removed. He must have moved me, I thought.

I saw someone get up from the bed. It was Dean. Sam watched me, making sure I was alright. The blinds were open again, and moonlight flooded in even though the lights were on. Dean walked closer to me and I saw he had put his now clean white shirt back on. He sat down in a chair opposite from Sam, sitting on it backwards so that the back of it supported his chin.

“Hey sunshine,” he said to me. “How’s it going?”

“Fine,” I managed to say. He smiled, and I was entranced by his good looks.

He looked back at Sam. “Change your mind yet?” Sam shook his head.

“No.”

“Whatever. Your choice.” I looked over at the clock, and it was midnight. He should be gone, out doing whatever it was that he did at night. Dean got up, moving around me and eyeing my neck. He came behind me and gripped my shoulders, and bent down so that his head was just above mine. He inhaled deeply. I could feel his chin against my left shoulder, and knew he was smelling me. I let out slow, ragged breaths.

“Wow, Sam, are you sure? ‘Cause she smells great,” Dean said, almost happily. He came around to my left side and look a lock of loose hair in his hand. He twirled it around on his finger, looping and unlooping it. To my horror I saw that his eyes were red again. “I’ve always preferred brunettes over the others. In my experience, they’ve always had tastier blood.”

I shut my eyes, hoping that I had imagined what he had just said. When I opened them, he placed the strand of hair behind my ear. He gently took my wrist out from one of the knots and held it in both of his strong hands. His touch was cold, and I shivered. Dean just kept looking down at my wrist, and I knew that he wasn’t going to go out tonight.

He pulled out a pocket knife from the back of his jeans pocket. My breaths became faster, fear running through my every thought. Sam didn’t look. He just had an angry expression on his face and turned his head to the opposite side.

“It’ll hurt for just a little bit,” Dean said. He pressed the blade to my skin, making a slit just under my elbow. A small amount of blood started to come out of the wound, and he turned my arm over. He held his hand under my arm where it was bleeding and crimson blood dripped onto his finger. He turned my arm back up and licked the droplet.

“Delicious,” he said, smiling. “And strong, too. A few drips could keep someone like me strong for hours.” His eyes looked deep into my eyes, and I could feel myself falling. I shut them quickly. “I’m gonna save you for a long time.” He took my chin in his hand and pulled me to face him, forcing me to look. From such a short distance I knew I wouldn’t be able to fight it.

“Do you mind if I...?" His voice trailed off. I nodded against my will. “Sam, look at this!” Dean grinned. “It’s better than Stockholm syndrome! We don't even have to wait for her to put on the yellow dress." He laughed at his own cruel joke.

Sam looked at me as Dean kept watching my arm. “Are you okay?” he asked me. I nodded. Dean kept staring hungrily at the wound, but no blood came.

“Oh well. Guess I’ll get more some other time.” Dean tied my arm back up and went to the bed, picking up the laptop, walked back to our table and opened it. “Let’s watch something.” He looked over at me. “Want some popcorn?”

“No,” I said quietly. He shrugged. He turned on a video, and moved the computer towards us so we could see. It was the local news, and a missing bulletin flashed on the screen.

“Police are still looking for missing Casey Tyler, who disappeared only a few nights ago.” My picture came onto the screen. “Footage from a nearby street camera saw her approach a man while she was leaving work. They turned down an alleyway, and only the man came back out carrying a large black bag. Unfortunately, the man’s face cannot be identified.” A video from the street showed me walking up a block, and that I had started talking to someone. Dean. He closed the laptop.

“We leave at sunset, tomorrow,” he said. Dean walked and laid down on the bed. Tears started going down my face. We’re leaving. I’m not going to come back… At least not alive.

After an hour of silence, Sam turned to me. “Casey, I’m so sorry you got involved in this.”

I looked into his deep, caring eyes. “You must be scared, after all that’s happened,” he sighed. “Are you okay, really?”

“Yes,” I said quietly. “I’m really scared.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Did he hurt you?”

“No but…” I started crying again, softly. “I was walking home, and I saw him. I wanted to say hi, and we struck up a conversation and…” Suppressed memories came flooding back, and I took a deep breath. “He turned into the alleyway and I followed, and he stuffed me into the bag.”

“I’m going to get you home,” Sam replied.

Dean chuckled from the bed, and we turned to him fearfully. He opened his eye slightly, looking at us. “Just because I’m sleeping doesn’t mean I don’t hear you.” Dean closed his eye and went back to sleep, and Sam and I sat in hours of silence before I succumbed to my fatigue.

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When I woke up again, Dean had taken everything he had brought and wiped the place clean of anything that might leave a trace. I was still tied to the chair, but Sam wasn’t there. “He’s in the Impala,” Dean said after filling a bag with some drinks from the fridge. “I checked out.”

Dean walked over to me with the bag. “You won’t try to run if I untie you,” he half ordered and half asked.

“Yes. Please, just untie me,” I pleaded. He smiled, and began to undo the ropes around my arms. I rubbed my hands together, the material having made red marks on my skin. He pulled my sleeves down over my wrists so that they were covered. Dean untied my legs, and I stood. My body was shaking. He grabbed some bags and led me to the black car. Sam was already inside the passenger seat.

Dean put the bags into the trunk and opened the door to the back seat. “Ladies first,” he said kindly. I got into the car and strapped in, and he closed the door behind me. He got into the car, gripping the wheel. The engine roared to life as soon as the key was turned in the slot. As we started to drive away from the building, he looked at me through the rearview mirror. He smiled a little when he saw me, even though I was trembling.

“So, I guess I don’t have to say this, but, if you try something funny on this ride,” he turned to Sam, and looked at me. “I’ll drain her dry.” He smiled a little, and I just whimpered.

“C’mon, Casey,” he said to me. “If you listen, everything’s gonna be fine.”

“But you’ll kill me,” I said quietly. He shook his head.

“The worst I can do besides kill?” He thought. “Turn you.” Dean grinned out of the corner of his mouth when he saw me start to sob.

Sammy rubbed his head with his fingers, his eyes closed. “What happened to your morals?” he asked his brother.

“What are you talking about?”

Sam looked up at Dean. “You laugh at her terror, but before you couldn’t even stand to see an innocent hurt!”

Dean’s smile faded. “I’m the new Dean,” he snapped. “I’m doing what we always have been - doing whatever we have to do to stay alive.”

“But we never did it at the cost of others!”

“Well, that’s the price to pay. Nothing comes free in the world, Sammy.” Sam sighed.

“I wish I hadn’t…” he whispered to himself. Dean looked over at him as we drove down a stretch of road.

“Hadn’t what?” Dean stared at him angrily.

“Hadn’t left you with the blood. If I didn’t, you wouldn’t have become this!”

“Better,” Dean corrected. He looked back at me. “Why don’t you enlighten her as to what’s happened?”

Sam sighed again. “I wish none of this had happened. Casey…” He peered at me through the mirror. “Dean and I, we hunt monsters. We take down demons, spirits, all that stuff. One day, we tangled with some vampires and they turned Dean into one of them. I was able to get him back, but he had some of the stuff he needed to turn.” Sam stopped talking, as if he was saying, ‘And you know the rest’. There was silence for a few minutes.

“So I’d be really happy if you guys considered my offer.” Dean looked straight ahead at the road, and the silver ring on his finger reflected the moonlight as he hummed to a song he put on the radio.

After an hour, Dean saw that I was still awake. “You should sleep. We’ll be on the road for the rest of the night.”

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When I woke up, I was staring at the ceiling. I hoped that everything was a dream, but when I propped myself up on my elbows, I was in another room. My heart sank to my stomach as I saw Dean emerge from a shower, a towel around his waist and his hands going through his wet hair.

“Hey, you’re up.” He regarded me with unusual kindness, and he didn’t seem hostile.

“Where’s Sam?” I asked worriedly. Did he do something to him?

“He’s fine.” Dean went over to a drawer across from the bed I was in, and grabbed a shirt, jeans and some boxers. “I’ll be back in a bit.” He went back into the bathroom, and my heart pounded as I laid back down on the pillow. He must have brought me inside when we got here. I noticed I was able to move - no rope tied my arms or legs. Dean emerged from the bathroom wearing a red t-shirt. I sat up and looked down at it, horrified.

“It’s not blood,” he assured me. “It was red when I bought it.” He laughed a little.

“Why didn’t you tie me up?” I asked.

“I can trust you.”

“How do you know I just won’t run away?”

“It’s a feeling.” I looked into his eyes and fell, fell under a hypnosis more powerful that I thought imaginable. I felt as if I was made to do his will, and I looked away before it could take hold. Dean came over to me and sat on the edge of the bed and turned his head toward me. “Casey. I like that name.”

“My mom did too,” I joked. He smiled out of the corner of his mouth.

“Let’s get to know each other,” Dean said. I looked at him, surprised.

“Why?” I asked.

“We’re going to be hanging out together for a while, so I guess we shouldn’t be strangers.”

“More like hostage, but ok,” I mumbled. He looked down and chuckled.

“You ask me first,” Dean said. I thought for a moment.

“Why me?” I asked him. “Why pick me, over all the other brunettes and redheads you could ever want?” He looked straight at me.

“Because… You feel special. You smell special. Everything about you seems to draw me nearer.” He grinned at a sudden realization. “If it was anybody but you, I think I would’ve kept them tied up.” My face softened.

“You know, deep down, I don’t think you’re a bad guy,” I told him. His mouth opened, surprised.

“Nobody has ever said that to me, since I’ve become this. Not even Sammy.” I looked into his eyes again, but I wasn’t falling against my will. Our close faces began coming closer and closer, and my eyes began to close. And then our lips touched. His soft lips felt cool against my hot skin, hot from nervousness and fear. But all those feeling left as he kissed me. He put his arms around me and held me against his body, and I put my hand on his shoulder.

All of a sudden, someone came into the apartment and we pulled away abruptly. Sam looked at us in confusion, a brown bag in his hand. Dean let go of me and stood, going over to Sam. He took the bag from his hands and looked inside. Dean smiled.

Coming back over to me, he pulled out a container from the bag. “I used to love apple pie.” He opened it and a sweet, apple-y aroma filled the room. He took out a plastic fork and gave it to me. “Have as much as you want. I can always get more.”

I dug the prongs into the pie and took a bite as Dean went over to Sam, picking a small bundle of rope off of the drawer. Sam sat down in a chair, and put his arms and legs into position. He didn’t try to fight, didn’t try to go against his brother. He just did what he knew Dean wanted him to do. Dean took the rope and tied his wrists and legs.

Dean came and sat back next to me. He looked at a clock on the wall. He went and picked up his leather jacket and shrugged it on. “It’s still dark enough to go grab a bite,” he said, “no pun intended.” He opened the door and locked it behind him.

“Do you even know what he’s going to do to you? Do you even know what it’s doing to him?” Sam spoke to me, and I looked at him, dumbfounded.

“What are you talking about?” I asked him. I walked over and sat in a chair across from Sam.

“The blood. You.”

“Is he going to… hurt me?” I croaked. He shook his head.

“Worse. If he turns you, your life turns into a living hell. If he kills you, the pain is going to be unbearable.” My eyes widened. “He likes the taste of blood. He’s grown used to it. And I’ve never seen him enjoy someone’s blood as much as he likes yours.”

“But… I…” I racked my brain for some reasonable answer.

“You think he loves you, and he does too. But he loves your smell, your taste. Not you.”

“But what is it doing to him?” Sam sighed.

“The more blood he drinks, the farther he gets from being easily cured. He’s a vampire. He kills people.” Sam looked down. “We used to hunt vampires. Others might be on his trail, and they don’t think twice about who they’re killing.”

“Why does he tie you up?” I asked.

“Because he doesn’t want to be cured. And I know how to do it. He doesn’t want me to make him human again, he thinks he loves this life, but the Dean I knew wouldn’t want it.”

“Sam, has he hurt others?” He looked away, and it just confirmed my fears.

“He’s going to kill me, isn’t he?” I probably already knew the answer, but I hoped Sam would deny it.

“I don’t know for sure. But we have to stop him.” I closed my eyes. His face looked conflicted.

“I don’t know if I should tell you, and I know it’s a sick thought, but…” his voice trailed off.

“What?”

“He probably made me get you the pie so that he could see if he taste it in your blood, as a stupid idea. He had always liked apple pie, like he said.”

I started to shake even though I wasn’t cold, and I was racked with sobs. I pulled my knees to my chest.

“Sam, I don’t want to die,” I said. “But when I look at him, I can’t help but do what he says.”

“Vampires have that effect on people. And he always has been a lady’s man.” He let out a small smile, but it quickly reverted back to his straight stare. He looked into my eyes. “You have to fight it. If I can just escape and get what I need…”

“I could help, maybe when he’s out.”

“No. If he realizes that you helped me, he’ll hurt you as punishment. I don’t know. Just be careful,” Sam said. Tears kept streaming down my face.

“He’s going to kill me, he’s going to kill me…” I cried softly.

“I won’t let that happen,” Sam said. “I promise.”

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Dean was tapping me on the shoulder, and I opened my eyes. They fluttered open, and I saw him looking at me, a smile on his face and his eyes glowing. “Hey,” he said.

“Hi.” I tried not to look into his eyes, but I couldn’t help but gaze at the green sparkles. He turned towards Sam.

“Have you thought about it?” he asked.

“I’m. Not. Turning,” Sam said, his voice firm.

“C’mon! We live forever, hunt forever, stay young forever! What’s there not to love?” Dean said.

“You kill people!”

“I don’t kill them.”

“You might, and you are capable,” Sam spat. “Being immortal isn’t the best thing in the world.”

“Why don’t you want to turn? She would!” Dean pointed to me. “She wants to be with me!” He looked over. “Don’t you?” He smiled.

I nodded my head without the consent of my mind.

“No, she doesn’t, it’s the hypnosis!” Sam said. Dean shook his head.

“Watch.” Dean stood from the chair and scooped me up in his large, strong arms. I felt like putty in his hands, and I couldn’t stop looking into his eyes.

Sam started struggling in the chair. “Fight it, Casey! Fight it!”

“I can’t,” I whispered. Dean laid me gently on the bed, and positioned his body over mine so that his necklace dangled near my chest, and each hand was on the mattress next to my shoulders. He pulled the knife from the back of his pocket and slit his wrist, and blood started to pour.

“Drink this,” he said. I opened my mouth, and the red liquid dripped in. I wanted desperately for myself to spit it out, to resist it, but my body worked against my mind. I swallowed.

Dean pushed the sleeve of my shirt over so that it exposed my left shoulder and the side of my neck. He bent his head and I felt his top row of teeth graze my skin, moving his way to the large vein in my throat. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop,” he whispered.

“Bite me,” I breathed. I felt as if I was a prisoner in my own mind. I was screaming, and I was struggling to fight. He put his mouth around my throat and bit down, his sharp teeth breaking my flesh. I felt the warm blood flow from my vein into his mouth, and he kept drinking and drinking.

I was finally able to break from my trance, and I screamed. The pain was killing me. I saw Sam break from his bondage out of the corner of my eye. He grabbed a chair and smashed it against the window, and it broke. Sam jumped out and Dean looked up, hissing. He looked back down at me as blood kept flowing from the wound, blood dripping from his lips. He got up and went over, just in time for Sam to re-enter carrying something that resembled a crossbow.

I put my hand up to my neck and pulled it back. My fingers were drenched in blood. I stopped screaming. That’ll cause more blood loss. Sam shot the bow, but Dean dodged it easily, and it pierced the wall. Dean snarled, and lunged for Sam. They both wrestled for the weapon, and Sam was about to lose.

“Dean!” I shouted, holding up my bloody hand. He turned from Sam and pushed him back, coming to me, his teeth bared and eyes a dark crimson. It gave the perfect opportunity for Sam to fire. It pierced Dean in the back, and he fell. Sam rushed over to me, frantically trying to stop the bleeding.

As the world spinned out of control, Sam called my name. He kept calling, and calling, until my eyes closed.

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When I woke up, I was tied to a chair again. I didn’t think I would wake up. We weren’t in the same room anymore - it was somewhere abandoned, a large barn with high ceiling. Dean was still unconscious across from me, his head hanging down.

Darkness filled the place except for some light pouring in from hanging wooden boards. Sam stood a few feet away, holding the crossbow in his hand. He saw me awake but didn’t raise the weapon in defense.

“Why am I tied up again?” I asked. He looked at me and lowered his eyes so that they wouldn’t meet mine, searching his face for an answer. Dean’s head perked up.

“Aw, Sammy,” he laughed, putting his hands up, “look who’s running the show.”

“Dean, this is serious,” Sam said, coming closer. He pulled a small bottle out of his pocket filled with a brown, murky liquid.

“So you’re trying to change me back,” Dean realized, narrowing his eyes at him. He looked over at me. “Hey sweetheart.”

“Don’t sweetheart me,” I spat. All of a sudden I felt hungry, and an oddly delicious smell reached my nostrils. I felt weak, and it showed in my voice.

“It was odd the first few days,” Dean said to me. “You’ll get used to it.”

“Get used to what?” I asked. He smiled again, but I just kept my angry stare.

“You really don’t know, huh?” He seemed to be enjoying my confusion. “Tell her, Sam.”

Sam held his hand in his hands and looked back over at me, a mix of sadness and conflicting feelings spreading across his face. “You would’ve died.”

“What?” I wrestled with the rope around my wrists and legs, and shifted the chair.

“The blood loss. You would’ve died if you didn’t…” A tear went down my cheek as I figured out what he wasn’t telling me.

“Now we can be together, Casey,” Dean said. He looked over at Sam, hunger and strength in his eyes. He easily broke free from the ropes binding him to the chair. “C’mon, Sam,” he said, nearing his brother. Sam moved back, holding up the bow.

Anger flared in my chest, and I felt a fire light behind my eyes. I pulled against the ropes, finally breaking free with a loud snap. I stood. “You turned me?!” I yelled. Dean turned.

“We can be together. I love you, Casey.” I shook my head.

“No you don’t. You never did.”

Dean’s face expressed an emotion that was supposed to look like he was disappointed. Then he smiled at a sudden revelation. “You smell that?” he asked me. I took a deep breath, and my mouth began to water. “Blood.”

I tried to avoid the temptation of looking for the source. Sam kept moving away from Dean, and he finally broke into a run as his brother began to pursue. Even in my weak state, I ran after Dean and lunged for his waist. I caught it and we fell. He pulled me off himself with ease and threw me onto the floor.

I let out a scream of frustration. Just as Dean was about to catch up to Sam, who was frantically trying to load the bow, I jumped in between them. I faced Dean, my new fangs bared in anger. The smell of blood was overwhelming, now, and I had to fight the hunger building in my stomach.

“Leave him alone,” I growled. “He doesn’t want to be a monster. Hell, I don’t want to be a monster. Deep down you don’t either.”

“Oh really?” He raised an eyebrow, and threw a punch. I grabbed his arm, spinning and hurling him to the wall. He hit it with a loud smash, some splinters shooting out. He got up and ran back at me like he was about to tackle someone. Right as he was about to reach me, I leaned down and sweep-kicked his legs, but he jumped over and grabbed my leg. Dean used his strength to hurl me up to the ceiling, hitting it with such force I almost broke it. I fell, and I was too weak to get up. I lifted my head to see him standing over my broken body.

He held out his hand. “Join me,” he said. I grabbed his outstretched hand and, using my last ounce of energy, flipped him over. He hit the floor and went unconscious.

“Now, Sam,” I managed to say. He ran over and kneeled down to me.

“You’re hurt,” he said.

“It doesn’t matter. Change him back.”

“If I do, I won’t be able to reverse what he did to you. And if I manage to, you’re too injured. You’ll die as soon as his blood enters your body.” I looked up at him, my eyes pleading.

“Go.” He went over to his brother and opened the container of liquid, pouring it into Dean’s open mouth. Sam looked back over at my hunched over form. He took a knife out of his pocket and made a tiny slit into Dean’s arm, letting his blood drip into the empty bottle. He came back over to me.

“Sam, what are you doing?” I asked. He held me in his arms, and I smelled his blood through his skin. “Get away.”

“No. I’m going to make sure you change back.” I pulled out of his grip.

“But… I,” I begged. “I’m a monster. I don’t know if I could control myself if I got too close.” I got up and moved away slowly. Sam stood, coming closer.

“You can. If you were able to fight the hunger for this long, you could a little bit longer.” He held out the blood. Dean started to wake up, opening his eyes slowly. When he saw me, he smiled but then frowned.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t know what made me do all that stuff.” He rubbed his arm. Sam still looked at me, concern on his face. I shook my head and ran off, away from him and out into the painful, blinding sunlight.

“Wait!” he called. I kept running until I reached a forest, leaning myself against a tree. I sobbed.

“What have I become?” I asked myself, burying my head in my hands.

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For months I kept myself secluded in the forest. I drank the blood of animals, and slept under a blanket of foliage. For months I didn’t hear from anyone, not even Dean or Sam.

Once, while I was asleep, I heard a rustle and some twigs snap. I smelled something familiar and perked up. And then he appeared from behind some trees - Sam. Dean was with him, as normal and as human as ever.

“Hi,” I said.

“Long time no see,” Dean said quietly. I glared at him, but my expression softened when I saw the look of guilt in his eyes.

“I thought you’d want this,” Sam said, walking to me. He dug in his pocket for something, and he pulled out the same container of blood that he had wanted to give to me such a long time ago. He handed it to me and I held it carefully between my fingers. I quickly opened it and drank the red liquid. I felt my body begin to change, and I looked at Sam and smiled. I ran over to Dean and hugged him, even though he put me through the worst ordeal I could’ve imagined.

Sam came back over to me, and I looked up into his eyes. The smell of his blood became fainter and fainter until it was gone altogether. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me, kissing him.

“Thank you,” I said, tears welling up in my eyes. I’m back to normal. I’m going home.