"Of course Sammy! Let's go get us some of those blood suckers!" Dean gave his brother his best smiled as he changed into his hunting clothing and grabbing his machete. Before they knew it both Winchesters were sitting at the bar in the club where all seven of the girls were have supposed to disappeared from. It was an emo-fest, girls and guys (if they could be called that) wearing heavy black eye make up...and was that guy in glitter.

Dean sipped his weak beer looking around the room. He had spotted two potential targets. "I got one potential fang banger at six o'clock and another at nine. Which one do you think Sam?"
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Belphegor dropped his sword to the side and headed back to his post outside the cage. Gabriel followed on his heels. "Why do you want to see the Dark Lord for? I thought you of all of us no longer concern yourself with the dealings of Heaven and Hell."

Gabriel remained silent. All of Hell didn't need to know his business, didn't need to know that he was here to help the Winchesters. Belphegor honored that silent only guiding the angel to land in front of the cage. The cage was not the correct name for the Devil's prison. It looked more like a giant puzzle box...very similar to the one from all those Hellrasier movies. The irony didn't escape the angel.

The front held a large door covered in the writhing souls of the damned. The door rippled with movement, like a living creature. Every so often and face contorted in pain could be seen as one soul rose to the surface.

The demon landed in front of the entrance glaring at Gabriel. "I can only open the first door Gabriel. The rest of the locks can be only be opened by the hand of god. It is a futile effort brother. You will not make it-"

Gabriel raised a hand to stop the fallen angel's rant. Since being restored to his full power the All-Father had dubbed him the Right Hand. He could open the doors to the Cage. All accept the last one, not that he intended to anyways. "Thank you Belphegor. Give my regards to Nelpontar."

The Demon shook it's head, "Be careful brother. All is not it seems in Heaven and Hell. You are not the first to approach my gates." Belphegor stabbed his sword into the first lock splitting the doors open wide with a deathly screech of pain. There was nothing but, a thick blackness behind the door, an impenetrable darkness that hid the next lock from the viewer. Gabriel, unafraid stepped forward and into the cage.

Sam was quiet for a few moments as he observed the two that Dean had pointed out. One was chatting with a guy, although she had a few other girls around her. And the other...

"That one." Sam nodded in the direction of the single girl sitting in a booth with a guy. They were talking quietly, so he couldn't tell what they were saying. But it would be much easier to get a single girl outside than to get a girl away from all her friends and then outside.

"You watch that one. I'm going to look around." Sam left money on the bar for his beer (which he'd hardly touched because the swill hardly even deserved to be called beer) before he slipped off to investigate further around the club. Might as well, he figured.

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Castiel frowned, more confused now. Gabriel going into the cage? Now that was... worrisome. Surely his brother couldn't be working with Raphael?

The seed of doubt planted in his mind, Castiel withdrew. He couldn't follow Gabriel into the cage, not without the Archangel knowing, and he didn't want that just yet. He could, however, wait for Gabriel to get out again and perhaps talk to Crowley while he waited, to see if the demon had any new information. While Castiel did not much like the demon, they had an uneasy alliance that neither side could, or was willing to, break.

His mind made up, Castiel left to go find Crowley to get more information. And then he'd find out what exactly Gabriel was doing in Hell.

Dean watched the girl talk with the man across from her in the booth. She looked normal enough, another of these school girl's in love with something they couldn't possibly hope to understand. Suddenly both got up from the booth and headed to the back door. The hunter left money for the swill and followed them outside. The boy was kissing up and down the girl's neck, until he opened his mouth to bite...

"Son of a bitch. Get off her!" He had his machete out and was pulling the man off the girl. She screamed running at the sight of his long wicked blade. Dean pinned the boy to the wall the machete inches away from the boy's neck. Usually at this point the vamp would have thrown him off and tried to bite him. This one was crying and...peeing his pants. "Show me your teeth!"

The kid opened his mouth showing two fake incisors capped over his regular teeth. Dean stepped back letting the kid go as he put away his machete. "Look I'm really sorry." The kid bolted down the alley sobbing, before Dean could even finish apologizing. He pulled out his cell phone to dial Sam.

"Hey man could I get a light." Dean turned to see a chubby guy, with thick curly hair.

"Yea." Before Dean could even think to reach for his gun, lighter or machete, the man had him pressed into the side of a trash can, his hands wrenched back, the hunter unable to move.

"Your so pretty...I like pretty boys." The vampire, Dean realized now, extended it's teeth and bit into the side of his neck. The venom made the hunter go limp. Instead of feeding like he thought, the vampire bitinto his own arm and let the blood flow down his arm. He forced Dean's mouth open pouring the blood down the human's throat. Before Dean passed out, he could have sworn that he saw Sammy a the end of the alley...smiling.

Sam got Dean's call and figured that would mean Dean either needed backup or hadn't found bupkus. He made his way outside to find Dean again and paused at the end of an alleyway. A vampire had Dean pinned between the wall and himself, and he was in the process of turning Dean.

Instead of running to defend his brother like he would have a year ago, Sam paused. He paused just long enough to make sure that Dean had ingested some of the vampire's blood, ensuring that he would be turned. And he smiled a little as he watched, a smile that would have been more appropriate on the face of Lucifer. That smile was everything Sammy wasn't, or hadn't been before; cold, calculating, and pleased with the turn of events that had his brother turning into a vampire.

"Hey!" he yelled once he was sure Dean had swallowed some of the blood. The vampire let Dean go and Sam chased him away from Dean, feigning concern as he crouched down to check him over. "Hey. You're gonna be okay." He managed to pick up Dean's mostly-limp form, judging that the other hunter had passed out. And then he carried Dean back to the hotel room. He had a few calls to make...

It didn't take him long to call Samuel and tell him what had happened. Samuel agreed to bring the antidote for Dean, and then they'd see if it worked or not. If it did, great, they both had some interesting information. If not...

Well, if not, Sam would behead Dean himself. If it didn't work then Dean had just reached the end of his usefulness.

Dean woke up not to much later, and immediately ran to the bathroom throwing up what little he had in his stomach. He already knew that it was to late; he was a monster now. He could hear each heart beat in the area, the lights even dim were blindingly painful. Moving back into the main room he switched off the light. Then proceeded to chuck the alarm clock across the room when it wouldn't stop clicking. "FUCK! Everything's so fucking loud!"

He snarled throwing his hands over his ears, trying to stop the noise. "Dammit!" Looking up he noticed Sammy watching him...his ears centered in on the younger Winchester's heartbeat. It was slow and steady. Dean stood up glaring at his brother. "Why are you so calm? I can hear your heart beat Sam it's way to steady."
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Gabriel opened his eyes once he sank into the darkness. He flared his grace outward, clearing out the thick smokey darkness and revealing the next door. Unlocking it he moved through each of the door ways getting closer and closer tot he main cage. Dante had been right about somethings when he wrote his book. The cage had nine levels, the last completely impenetrable, unless someone opened the 66 seals.

He stood before the last door, the last door before he would stand before his brothers again. The archangel was shaking, fear and heartache dominating his body. He didn't want to enter...didn't want to see his brother's like that. Images of Sam's smiling face, of the younger Winchester happy and whole made him move through the door and into the next room.

Inside was a large cage. Magically etched iron and silver bars ran floor to ceiling, then into dark metal. The room was freezing, the cold burn associated with the devil. Gabriel stood still, just outside the bars. He would wait for his brother to approach him. He looked around the inside of the cage...nothing...no sign of Michael or Lucifer. "Alright Lucy you can knock it off. I know your here."

"Hello little brother."

Sam looked at Dean and shrugged. "I dunno. Guess I've had more time to adjust to the idea than you, Dean." Sam looked at his brother for a few moments before he looked at Samuel. "Besides, we might have a cure."

"An old Cambel family recipe," Samuel said, looking at Dean. "It won't be fun. And we don't even know if it works."

Sam watched Dean closely to see his reaction. He knew Dean would go for the cure. And then maybe he'd be able to use Dean's current state to his advantage. Maybe Dean would be let into the nest or something. Sam rather liked the idea of a mole.

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"Gabriel." Michael appeared first, moving over towards the bars of the cage. Where Lucifer was ice, Michael was fire. He burned hotter than anything the cage had ever seen, warming the bars between him and his little brother. "Come to mock us now?" His voice was cool and detached. Being in the cage had changed him, made him darker somehow. More like Lucifer.

Ignoring the Fallen angel not far from him, Michael focused his attention on Gabriel. "Or perhaps have you brought word from Father?" It made sense, in a way. Gabriel was the ArchHerald, after all. And Michael desperately wanted, needed, to hear something from his Father, even if it was reprimands.

Dean growled at his grand-no Samuel Cambel. The man was supposedly their grandfather, but the man inspired no feelings of family in him. "What the hell is he doing here?"

Dean still didn't understand why Sam had left him for so long....abandoned him to run off with the Cambels. He moved away from both men the dual heartbeats driving him mad. He needed to get out of there, needed to run. He headed for the bathroom. "Need to pee."

Once inside the bathroom he locked the door and slipped out the window, leaving the tap running. His new found powers, helped the hunter to move at a rapid paced spanning a distance of miles in a few minutes. Soon he was standing outside Lisa and Ben's. Her sweet perfume floated all around the house making his fangs extend. Before he could stop himself he had picked the lock and was watching the sleeping woman. He cared for both Lisa and Ben...but the feelings of love he once had were long gone.

The blood racing through her veins sang to him. Dammit...now I'm Pattinsen. Suddenly Lisa's eyes snapped open, her heartbeat nearly doubling until she realized who it was. "Dean?"

"H-hey." His voice was extremely rough and hollow sounding.

"Dean, are you alright? I wasn't expecting you home so soon." Lisa looked up at him, knowing instinctively that something was wrong. "What's wrong?" She pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Lisa, I need you to know that I appreciate everything you've done for me. You and Ben..." Lisa looked into his eyes as he turned away. "But I-I can't do this anymore. I-I can't keep bringing this home to you anymore. This. is it...I won't be coming back."

"What the hell does that MEAN?" Her voice was an angry whisper.

"I don't want you to get hurt..."

"Dean!" Suddenly Liza grabbed him again and he had her pinned up against the wall before she could blink. The blood was right there...just one bite. He pulled himself away, as his teeth started to grow, the retractable fangs sliding over his normal teeth. "I gotta go." The hunter raced down the hallway pushing Ben aside as he raced away from his last connection to a normal life.

About a mile out of town in a field he fell to his knees, overcome with emotion. He had one person left to say good by too before it all ended. There was no cure for vampirism. Luckily, Samuel would kill him and take care of Sammy.

Dean stood looking to the sky. "Cas...I need to see you man. Please...please>"
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Gabriel looked down shaking his head. Father had literally nothing to say about his two oldest children. They had chosen their paths and could live with it. "You fool do you think Father wants anything to do with us? Why else would he have condemned us here, let those little bastards win."

Lucifer stepped out of the shadows, unlike Michael he wasn't wearing his vessel. Not surprising since Sam was topside. His once bright wings were dull burnt out embers, his body a twisted image of the once brightest angel. An arctic wind blew off the former angel, frosting over the floor. "Hello Gabriel. Come to join the party? I thought for sure you would have been left to rot in purgatory." He turned from the bars growling at Michael as he passed. "Why are you here little one? Please don't tell me that father sent you to preach to us.

Shaking off the feeling of hatred sent by his brothers, he stood tall, wings outstretched. "I came to find out how, Sam Winchester could be up and walking around on Earth."

"OH! My little vessel...such a good boy. But you'd have to ask Castiel that. He's the one that took him..." Lucifer turned pulling soming out of the corner of the cell. "Well most of him anyways."

Gabirel gasped, the damned angel held the remains of Sam's soul.

Castiel paused when he heard Dean call him. It had been a while since the hunter had called him. Even then, half the time Dean had been cursing, frustrated. Excusing himself from Crowley's company, he moved back to Earth, flying instantly to the older Winchester.

His eyes widened and his heart ached inexplicably when he saw Dean. Dean wasn't Dean, not quite. As soon as he saw the hunter, he could see the reddish tinge to his soul, to his very being. Dean had been turned. He was no longer human, but he had been turned into a vampire.

A vampire. Even acknowledging the thought in his mind hurt, although Castiel didn't dare examine why it hurt him so much. He simply knew that it hurt, more than the thought of losing to his older siblings, more than dying at Lucifer's hand. More than the knowledge that God had abandoned them all. It hurt more than made sense, and that made Castiel angry.

Snarling to himself, the angel stayed invisible, keeping his presence hidden as he watched Dean. Somehow he had to find a way to help. Somehow.

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Michael blinked at the expression on Gabriel's face. Even after everything he still loved humans. Michael didn't even like humans; he simply followed what he believed was his Father's will. Humans were to be put up with or dealt with, in his mind. But Gabriel... Gabriel was different. Gabriel actually liked humans.

"Your favorite little angel wasn't as careful as he should have been," Michael mocked, unable to help himself. "He left something important behind." He looked at the soul. It was a wretched thing now, barely worth being called a soul. He and Lucifer had both taken out their anger and frustration on the thing, leaving it crippled. Broken. No longer whole. The soul, which he knew had once been pure and clean as all souls were born, was now torn and blackened around the edges, bleeding in a way that only souls could.

"You wouldn't want that back now would you Gabriel?" Michael's lips twitched into a hard smile. Already being stuck in the Pit was getting to him, making him a little harder, a little darker, a little more like his once-beloved twin brother.

Dean moaned trying to stay upright. He was so hungry...so hungry. Standing taller he growled, fighting the monster inside with everything he had. "Cas...I-I don't know if you can hear me, but I wanted to say thank you. For everything...I...dammit...." He hissed. "I-I'm sorry if I never told you Cas. I'm not gonna make it out of this one Cas, so I have one more favor to ask."

The older hunter fell to his knees, teeth extending and the monster slowly taking over. Feed...Feed....FEED!, was all he could hear. "It's Sammy Cas...please...keep him safe. Help him." Dean's back snapped up and he roared as the vamp came out fully. He tore in to the earth racing from the small meadow and towards his brother. Even slowly being driven mad by the monster inside, Dean instinctively headed for his brother.
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Lucifer snickered he lifted up the tatter soul of Sam Winchester. "Not much to look at is he? He was a good ride though, powerful. His anger...mmm..." The dark angel smiled licking his lips. Lucifer smiled his sharp teeth showing. "Almost makes me wish I had..."

Gabriel's wings and grace flared to their full brightness. "ENOUGH!" He let all of his power loose making the other archangel's cringe. His eyes were flares of bright light, his human form was slowly encompassed by his serraphim nature. An angel of fire and light burning hotter than Michael could have ever dreamed. He turned to Michael. "You wonder why father has been silent? Did it ever cross your pea headed brain that you were not worthy of his attention. That you had blasphemed the very gift that he had given all of us. You both are exactly were you deserve to be."

He flared his power again making Michael and Lucifer run to the back of their cage. The youngest angel used that power to slowly extract Sam's damaged soul from the cage. It was like picking up pieces of warm raw meat. The young man's soul hung limply in his arms, broken and bleeding. "You'll be alright Sam."

He surrounded the broken form with his grace, sheltering it in his busom. After he was sure Sam's soul was safe he turned back to his brothers. There were tears streaming down his face. "I will always love you both, but I will never stand with either of you, for either of you. Father told me that we were given the right to choose, free will. So I am choosing to stand against you, to protect and love what our father has given us. Good bye brothers."

Without another word he turned from the cage and left.

Castiel's eyes narrowed as Dean took off. He needed to follow the older Winchester and see what he intended to do. If the monster was going to be in charge, Cas would have to find some way to contain him while he came up with some sort of solution.

Because Castiel was going to come up with a solution. He was not going to let the Righteous Man be reduced to a monster concerned only with feeding himself. Dean deserved better than that.

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Sam twitched. He felt... weird. Muffled, maybe? Shaking off the feeling, he stood with Samuel, waiting for Dean to come back. Because he knew Dean would come back. Somehow the brothers always made their way back to one another.

Then the feeling came again. Being muffled or something. He shook himself briefly, catching Samuel's attention.

"You alright?" Samuel asked gruffly.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Sam shifted and looked out the window. Dean should be back soon. But he couldn't shake the feeling. Damn. He couldn't find any reason for it, either.

Samuel shook his head. "Are you sure Dean's even going to come back here? Shouldn't be after him?"

"No. He'll come back here." Sam was certain of that, if nothing else. "We just have to wait for him."

Dean stopped a few feet from the door resting against his car. He petted her metal hide. "I'm sorry baby...Sammy'll take care of you." He had come to terms with his impending death. Soon Sam would hack his head off and that would be that. Hopefully, he'd be able to see Mom and Dad again. He had saved the fucking world, he better be going to heaven.

Turning back to the hotel room he saw Sammy through the window. Oh Sammy. Even if the man wasn't necessarily Sam,it was still his brother. Pushing aside his emotions and the pain of the monster clawing against his soul. Opening the door he waited for the blade to descend on his neck. Nothing happened.

"Will one of you end this. I am getting sick of you standing there making me listen to that blood pumping through your viens." Dean growled.
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Gabriel sighed as the last of the cage doors closed. Something was wrong...Belphegor was no where to be seen, and it was quiet. There were no souls screaming in pain. No roars from demons. He drew his sword letting it burst into flame with the power of his grace.

"Now there's no need for that." A honeyed Scottish voice called. Gabriel turned to find a demon in a very expensive tailored suit. Suddenly they were no longer in the depths of Hell, but in a nicely decorated office, complete with a large fireplace and two leather chairs. The demon chuckled, "Well don't fall all over yourself angel...do you mind if I call you Gabriel?" The demon offered him a glass of the good Scotch.

Gabriel put his sword away, and took the glass. "Sure." The Archangel plopped down in one of the leather chairs turning the scotch into a chocolate milk shake. "And who are you?"

"I am Crowley, also known as the King Of Hell."

"You could try the cure first, boy," Samuel said, his eyes narrowing a little as he moved over to the table, where he had all the ingredients set out. "Instead of just giving up." He glanced over at Sam for support.

Sam nodded after a moment. "It can't hurt to try," he reasoned. "But if it doesn't work, I'll kill you myself." He looked at Dean evenly. He'd already planned to kill Dean if the cure didn't work, but he knew Dean would get some comfort from those words.

Samuel glanced at Sam briefly. There was something wrong with the younger Winchester; he'd given his assurances too easily. He didn't know his grandsons very well, but he knew enough to say that something was not right with Sam.

Sam kept his gaze on Dean even as he started to feel weird again, like his head was stuffed with cotton. He still had no idea why he felt like that, and now it was starting to piss him off. But he didn't show any weakness; Dean would be able to tell as soon as he showed the slightest sign of weakness, and that wouldn't do.

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A cure for vampirism? The thought intrigued Castiel, but he watched Dean to see if the hunter would try it. If not, Castiel would figure something out before he let Sam so much as touch his marked.

As soon as Sam spoke, Castiel knew something was wrong with the younger Winchester. If he was honest with himself, he'd know that something had been wrong since he'd brought Sam back from the Pit, but he didn't want that to be true.

Abruptly he remembered he was supposed to be checking up on Gabriel agan, to see what he was doing in Hell. But he didn't want to leave Dean, especially not now. Frowning, Castiel stayed there for several moments, torn between his brother and his marked.

Dean looked at his little brother as he spoke. Seriously? Sam was okay with killing him just like that. There were no tears no worries. Who the hell was this man and where was Sammy? The older hunter glared at Samuel. "What do you mean a cure?" He moved forward slowly, suppressing the urge to rip out both men's throats.

Samuel moved closer, "It's an old Campbel recipe. Hasn't been used in forever, but it will work." He looked at his grandson. "As long as you haven't drank any blood, not a drop. Have you?"

Dean growled at the oldest hunter. "No. What do we need for this? Do you have everything?"

"There was only one ingredient that's hard to get." Samuel looked away over at Sammy. "We need the blood of the vamp that turned you. You remember who he is?"

"Yea, fat guy, big bushy hair, Hippy reject. The only way we're going to get that is if I infiltrate the coven." Dean was liking the plan more and more. If it didn't work at least he would go down fighting instead of getting his head chopped off by his brother. "Alright. I'll do it."
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Gabriel stared at the demon. It took three seconds before he started laughing. The sound burst out of him like a babbling brook and shook him so hard that he had to put down his milk shake. The man across from him was not amused. "S-s-sorry...Really?! The King of Hell." He looked up glowering at the other man. "Could you be any more pretentious?"

Standing up he flared his wings lightly. "What do you want?"

Sam looked at Dean for a moment before he nodded. It wouldn't be as easy as that; it never was. Something always went wrong. But he didn't bother saying that, just watching them both for a few moments.

"You should go tonight. The longer you wait the harder it's going to be." He knew that Dean wouldn't be able to last against the temptation to take someone's blood forever.

Samuel nodded his agreement. The longer Dean waited the harder it would be. "Do you know where they are?"

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Crowley raised his eyebrows at Gabriel. Pretentious, eh? Oh he could be pretentious, and this was only mildly so.

"I want to know what you're doing with that soul," he said, staying in his seat and watching the Archangel as if bored. "I can't let you leave with it, you know. I have an investment, you could say, that involves that pretty little soul there." He crossed his legs at the knee, his eyes bright and intent on Gabriel and the soul he held.

Dean gave Sam a sideways glance, of course he was going tonight. Not that he would ever admit it but there was no way he could hold out that long. He was either gonna eat Samuel or beg Sam to chop his head off. He grabbed his machete, slipping the wicked blade into the sheath on his side. "They're about two miles east of here. I can smell the bastards."

"Take this." Samuel held out a large syringe full of blood, most likely dead man's blood. Dean pocketed the syringe. "That should be more than enough to dope an elephant. Get the vamp and get out."

Dean snarled. "I know how to do my fucking job, Samuel. I'm not the asshole who got possessed by Azazel and got my family killed." His extra set of teeth descended, and he growled at the older man. That was something he hadn't wanted to let slip. Sam still didn't know the full extent of their fucked up family history. He moved to the other side of the room shoving Samuel as he passed. Surprisingly the older man didn't say a thing just stood there. Dean shook his head.

"Let's get moving."
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"You made no bargains with Sam Winchester for his soul. Hell has no right to it." Gabriel stood his ground. Heaven and Hell may have been two separate sphere's, but God had dominion over both, as did the angels. "You have no right to it demon."

The archangel's wings extended fully the brilliance of them filling the room. Suddenly a group of growls came from the corner and four large hell hounds stalked forwards. The creatures were creations of pure evil, ones that Lucifer had first made to punish the wicked. While human eyes couldn't see them on Earth, they were clearly visible in hell.

They had the basic form of a large dog and black fur, but that was where the similarities between the Hell beasts and their Earth Candid ended. Their maws were deformed, ripped wide open by wicked teeth. Most of the fur and skin were missing from their faces and paws leaving a bloody skeleton. There were large curved claws on each paw. They snarled circling the angel.

Gabriel's called his sword to his hand, keeping the holy fire extinguished so Crowley wouldn't take it as a sign of aggression. "Nice pets."

Sam blinked. He hadn't known that about Samuel. But he wasn't about to question Samuel; not now. Later, perhaps. If he felt like it.

Sam motioned for Dean to lead the way. He and Samuel couldn't get too close or they'd throw off the vamps. He guessed they'd be able to stay about a mile away before they started to attract attention.

The vamps' headquarters was packed full. While only a dozen or so vampires milled around, there were plenty more in cages and hidden away in rooms. The vampire who'd turned Dean sat in the center of it all, keeping track of his dominion with a pleased but cruel smile.

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"Aren't they? They respond wonderfully." Crowley grinned, though he was not very pleased with the turn of events.

"Sam may not have bargained with me, but he did bargain with the Devil, and he lost. Besides, your little friend left his soul here for me." Crowley was quiet for a few moments, looking at Gabriel. "His grandfather gave me his soul to use as leverage. As Sam's soul was already down here, I didn't protest."

Crowley was quiet for a few more moments, watching Gabriel. Gabriel could take Sam's soul and leave; Crowley knew that. Crowley didn't really want that.

"Perhaps we can come to an agreement?" He grinned slowly. "I am nothing if not pragmatic. I have something you want, and I'm sure I can think of some way you can repay me."

Dean put on a confused timid face for the vampires as he entered the nest. Every hunter's instinct within him was screaming for him to run from the room. He pushed it aside instead listening to his inner monster. Home...family Keeping his head down he moved through the halls of the building waiting to be spotted.

"HEY!" Two strong hands grabbed him, throwing him to the wall. A large African American vamp pressed his nose into the side of Dean's neck taking a deep whiff. The hunter in disguise pushed the other vamp off him.

"I already told your boss I don't bat for your team." Dean growled at the other man showing him his teeth.

"You did at that." A familiar voice made him turn his head. The same vamp was stilling in a large arm chair a girl across his lap sucking on a bag of blood. "I was worried that that hunter got you, come on in Pretty. James was just making sure you were one of us. Have you eaten? You must be starving! BITCH!" He pushed the girl off his lap unto the floor. "Get our new recruiter some blood."

Dean suppressed a growl, raising his hands, "I already ate, thanks though. Killed a guy a while ago."

The shaggy haired vamp stood. "Good, but no more of that. We need to stay hidden...no drawing attention to ourselves. Come on, let me show you around our operation." He lead Dean around the room an arm around his shoulder. The hunter had to suppress a shutter at the strung out vampire girls in the cages. It was exactly like Sam and he had figured. The vampires used the good looking males to lure in young women, who would then in turn lure men in.

Dean pulled away. "So you came up with this? Nice idea."

"No, no! Our Father came up with the plan. A plan to convert the world." The other vamp smiled spreading his arms wide.

"Father?" Dean fingered the syringe in his pocket eager to get this over with. Father? Alpha?.

"Yes we all come from somewhere, we come from our Father, our great leader." The vamp smiled crazily pointing to the sky. "He sees all."

"So how about a tour of the rest of the house?" The vamp nodded turning his back to Dean. The hunter pulled the cap off and reached to plunge it into the man's neck. A drop of the crimson liquid fell out immediately alerting the vamps around them.

"You shouldn't have done that."
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Gabriel was getting angry. This demon was pushing his buttons. There was no way he was giving up Sam's soul, and there was no way for Crowley to make him. He was curious though, what could a demon have to offer him. Keeping an eye on the Hellhounds, he held his sword at the ready. "And what could you have to offer me?"

Several vamps in the area turned and stiffened, a few of them launching themselves at Dean. One or two of them ran, afraid of the threat that Dean presented. Most of the younger ones weren't sure what to do; they were still so new to their life and the idea of their "immortality".

The ones that were headed for Dean knew what they were doing, though. They'd been around a little longer, and they attacked him angrily, hissing and snarling. The ones in the cages started shrieking and rattling the bars. Chaos reigned inside as the leader of the group moved out of the way to let his minions take Dean down.

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"I will freely give you Sam's soul and let you leave unscathed." Crowley smiled, watching Gabriel closely. "It's your choice, Gabe. Fight your way out and risk damaging that fragile thing, or agree to owe me a favor and I'll let you and Sam's soul leave. Practically free of charge." His eyes gleamed.

Dean quickly unsheathed his machete, taking the head off the nearest Vamp with one swipe. He plunged the dead man's blood into another. Snarling he through himself in the the thick of the fight ready to fight and die. The violence quickly escalated, Dean was covered in the blood of other vamps, with more than a few bites on his arms.

The lack of blood, the hunger, was slowly weakening Dean, making hims sluggish. Suddenly one of the larger vamps hit him on the head sending him spiraling to the floor, his machete flying out of his hand and across the room. A whole group of vamp's descended on the hunter. Two went for his neck, ready to decapitate him with just their teeth. "Enough! HOLD HIM DOWN."

The leader came forward with a bag of blood. "I can see you haven't fed, your far too weak. So your a hunter too?" The Vampire laughed. "What did they tell you to get you down here hmm? That there was a cure, that you needed my head?" Dean didn't say a word his eyes cold and hard. "You hunters are such fucking idiots!!! There is no cure...at least there isn't one after you've ate. OPEN HIS MOUTH."

He ripped open the bag, as the vamps wrenched open Dean's mouth. He poured the contents of the bag down the hunter's throat.
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Gabriel mentally sighed. Stupid Demon. Did he really think and archangel was going to make a deal with the King of Hell? Burring Sam's soul further into his grace, wrapping him safely in his grace.

"See here's the thing Crowley." Gabriel lit the sword. "I am not an idiot and even if I did have the inclination to give out favors, I would never give one to a pathetic piece of garbage like you." He snapped his wings fully open and shot out his power. It dissipated the fake room and shocked the Hellhounds enough for him to get the first blow. One of the Hellhounds' head rolled to the ground.

Gabriel surged forward flapping his six wings and taking to the air.

Castiel's eyes narrowed. He'd watched the whole spectacle. Now there would be no cure for Dean. Not unless he could come up with something.

Unwilling to leave to chance that the hunter would get out safely after feeding, Castiel appeared behind a vampire, his sword in hand. It only took him a moment to kill the vampire, neatly severing his head, before he moved onto the next, twisting his head off and sending it rolling with a deft flick.

The rest of the vampires freaked out. The appearance of strange men that did not smell entirely human in their hideout was not something they were used to. A few remained to hold Dean down while the rest went after Cas. The angel dispatched them, moving easily through the motions of killing them all like a macabre dance.

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Crowley swore. "Get him!" he snarled to his remaining Hellhounds, who took off after Gabriel. Crowley knew that it was no use now, that the Archangel would escape with that soul. But hopefully he wouldn't escape unharmed.

The Hellhounds snarled as they went after the Archangel. They weren't known for their intelligence, so they followed their master's orders, trying to get close enough to Gabriel to damage him. One of them leapt at the Archangel as they reached the border between Hell and Earth.

Dean thought that he was dying...again. The edges of his vision turning black and his chest flailing as he tried to breathe. Then Cas appeared out of nowhere. He watched with what little vision he had left as Cas destroyed the vampire hoard. His vision was starting to get darker and darker.

As the vampires holding his arm's disappeared he reached for the angel. "Cas...please." Dean need someone to finish him, while he still retained what little humanity he had left. The vampires were either dead or had fled. He stood on shaky legs reaching for the angel only to fall as he blacked out.
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Gabriel fled Hell as fast of his could, but sadly not fast enough. Just before the edge one of the Hellhounds managed to clip a wing. He cursed in Enochian before beheading the foul thing.

Crippled, but still flying he flew out of Hell and into the light of Earth. Gabirel didn't stop at the entrance instead he used what little power he had left to zap himself to the one safe place he could think of, Bobby Singer's living room. He laned wiht a soft whump on the man's couch, finally passing out.

Cas looked at Dean as if nothing had happened, as if there weren't bodies on the floor around them, as if his trench coat wasn't stained with blood. He moved over to the man slowly, watching him get to his feet and then pass out.

Cas caught him before he hit the floor, however, simply holding Dean for a few moments while he thought. He would need a safe place to take Dean, where he couldn't get out and hurt other people. Where other people couldn't get to him.

After only a few moments the angel made his decision, flashing them both to the panic room under Bobby Singer's house. He lifted his hand and the door swung shut with a quiet boom, locking itself from the outside. Gently, he placed Dean on the bed, watching over him while he tried to figure out what to do.

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Bobby jumped when an Archangel they'd all thought dead appeared in his living room and promptly passed out. "What the hell?!" Scowling and cursing, Bobby strode over to the nearest phone and dialed Sam.

Sam glanced at his phone for only a moment before he answered, starting to feel vaguely sick now. "Yeah?"

"Boy, what the hell is going on?" Bobby demanded.

"What do you mean?" Sam glanced at Samuel.

"I mean an Archangel just showed up in my living room and is passed out on the floor!"

Sam tensed. Archangels were never good things. Ever. "Which one?"

"Gabriel."

That gave Sam pause. "But he's dead."

"Apparently not. You better get your ass over here, boy."

Sam paused again. "I can't. Not yet, Bobby. I'll get there as soon as I can."

"Dammit, boy--" But Sam had already hung up. Cursing again, Bobby looked at the archangel on his living room floor and heaved a sigh. Time to perform all the usual tests to make sure it actually was the archangel.

Sam frowned and tapped his phone against his thigh. He hadn't heard or seen anything of Dean, but he could just be taking a while. Then again, something could have happened to him. And Sam wouldn't know unless he went to go look.

"Stay here," he told Samuel. "I'm going to go see what's going on." Sam slipped out of the house, repressing the slowly-growing nausea and headache.

Dean lay suspended in a cold wet darkness. He floated in the black for hours...days...weeks, it didn't matter and he didn't care. All that mattered was that the pain and the worry were gone. A warm bright light started to push away the darkness, wrapping itself around the hunter and pulled him from the edge.

His eyes snapped open. Dean groaned against the bright lights searing his retinas. "Dammit Sammy, will you turn off the lights!" Memories of the night before filtered though his mind. Sitting up quickly he took in the room, he was in Bobby's panic room...but how...CAS! He spotted the angel just standing near the door.

"Cas!" Dean stood quickly grabbing the front of the angel's lapels. "Y-You got to go!...I-I can't hold it back..." The teeth descended and he snarled.
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Gabriel groaned opening his eyes slowly. Bobby Singer sat not five feet away a shotgun across his lap. "Oh...that was not what I wanted to see this early in the morning."

"Sorry to burst your bubble princess," The older hunter got up slowly, his eyes never leaving the thing on his couch. He grabbed a large glass of water. Holy water, Gabriel thought. Wincing the angel took the water drinking it all. Bobby sliced the top of Gabriel's palm with a silver knife.

"Ow!" Gabriel glared at the other man. Snapping his fingers he healed the cut and turned Bobby's trucker cap into a bunny. Snickering he, sat up slowly and watched Bobby pick the bunny off his head and bush off the droppings.

The older hunter glared at the angel. "I thought Lucifer ganked your fluffy ass."

"He did," Gabriel hissed as he pulled his wing up to look at the damage done by the hellhound. The damn mutt has taken a good chunk out of his lower primaries, the angel was not going anywhere for the time being. The wings were extensions of his grace and something he couldn't heal right away. He looked up at the hunter, Bobby was giving him the 'what the hell you doing idjit' look. "Seems I finally impressed the big man upstairs...he brought me back." Gabriel left out the reason God had saved him and that he was carrying one soul, care of Sam Winchester.

"Then what are you doing here?" Bobby gruffed, stepping over the rabbit and grabbing a cheep bottle of whiskey.

"Well I needed a place to crash and I said to myself I should go hit up my friend Bobby Singer." Gabriel shook his head, "I got hurt and I couldn't make it to my safe house."

Cas shook his head. "You cannot hurt me, Dean," he said quietly, looking into the hunter's eyes. His voice was low and gravelly as always, but he fully believed that Dean could not harm him. Not as he was. He didn't move though, not wanting to aggravate the hunter's condition any more than it was.

"Dean. I am trying to think of a way to help you." He watched quietly to see the reaction to that. He'd gone through several possibilities in his mind, but so far none of them had really seemed very good. Especially since a few of them involved the possibility of hurting Dean further, rather than eliminating the problem. He wasn't quite sure how to help Dean, but he knew that he woud. Nothing was going to change his mind about that.

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Sam took his time looking around and found no sign of Dean. He did find signs of a battle; broken bodies and heads lay scattered across the floor of the warehouse, along with splashes of blood.

But no Dean.

If Sam had been his normal soulful self, he'd have been worried. Instead, he just made his way back to Samuel.

"Dean got loose somewhere. I don't know where he is."

Samuel swore. "Fine. You go look for him, and I'll get in contact with the others."

Sam was quiet for a moment. "No. When he wants to be found, he'll come to me. I know Dean. He'll come find me and ask me to kill him. In the meantime, I have to go see Bobby."

"Bobby Singer? Why the hell do you need to do that?" Samuel's eyes narrowed.

"He has some information I need." Sam shrugged. "Look, we'll figure out about Dean later. So far there's no need for us to worry."

Samuel grumbled something but nodded. "Fine. I'm going to go get in contact with the others. But the instant you hear from Dean..."

"I know." Sam watched Samuel go before figuring out how long it would take to get to Bobby's and tell him what had happened.

Dean looked at the angel, his hands digging into the trench coat sleeves. Growling he leaned forward inhaling the other man's scent. The delicious scent of fresh meat was absent, in its place was he metalic scent of ozone, fresh pine air and sex....SEX!? A wacve of lust crashed over Dean, making the hunter push Cas away as he curled in on himself in the corner.

This was not happening. He was not being turned into a vampire and wanting to bang his friend all in the same day....no matter how sexy the angel was or wasn't. Fuck! This wasn't supposed to happen, he was Dean the ladies man. Not Dean the gay or Dean the vampire. He groaned as his body was wracked with another painful spasm. He wasn't supposed to be here, he was supposed to be with Sam...where this could be taken care of.

Then it hit him...."Cas. There is something you can f-for me." he rose standing stock straight. "Kill me....before I hurt anyone."


(more gabe after we get Sam to Bobby's)