I let out a sigh as Dean grabs my hand, again, as the plane jolts from turbulence. "It's okay Dean," I murmur softly. I look over at him, his face screwed up in an expression that most would equate with being in pain. Dean hates flying.

"Freackin metal death trap," he murmurs, his face smoothing out to a normal expression. "I'm ready to be back on the ground."

"We've only got another hour on here," I tell him. "And we did a good thing by going to Scotland." We, me, Sam, and Dean, were on our way back from Scotland where we had located Crowley's bones. It was my first time seeing the demon in person, the other times he'd met the Winchesters I'd either been left behind at Bobby's or controlled by Haniel. When I did meet him though…well, he scared the crap out of me.

Dean doesn't say anything, just orders another drink from the flight attendant. The last hour of the flight was pretty much the same thing repeated a couple times. I let out a sigh of relief, along with Dean, once we step off the jetway and into the airport. "So what now boys?" I ask as we walk past the shops selling over-priced candy.

"Samuel has sent me a couple emails about-" I don't get to finish listening to whatever Sam was getting ready to say. The rolling in my stomach had me running to the nearest bathroom. The violent and somewhat painful vomiting was totally unexpected. So when I walked back out of the restroom to find Dean and Sam standing there waiting for me, I was a pale shaking mess.

"What the hell?" Dean says. The tone in voice was one of frustration but the look on his face was one of concern.

"I don't know," I say, shaking my head. I press a shaking palm to my cheek, trying to suppress the urge to run back in the restroom and repeat the whole process all over again. "Maybe just some post flight air-sickness?"

Sam purses his lips at me. "Come on," he says. "Maybe by the time we get back to Bobby's it'll go away."

~TTH~

Whatever I had definitely was not air-sickness. I threw up twice more on the way to Bobby's. With all the nausea, I was rendered unable to go out on the road.

So I spent the next week with Bobby Singer acting as my nurse. He was even somehow able to snag me and i.v. kit and some fluids so I didn't totally dehydrate. On Saturday when Dean called me, I was able to tell him some good news. "You may not find this exciting but I was finally able to keep down my breakfast this morning," I say into the phone.

"Yeah, that's good news," he says back. "Means you can get back out on the road with me sooner."

"Aww, does Dean miss me?" I coo into the phone, slightly making fun of him.

He lets out a sigh, ignoring my remark. "Listen, we're only about a night's drive away from Bobby's," he says. "Maybe after we wrap up this case, you know, I could swing by…"

"Now that sounds like a good idea," I say, leaning back against the counter in the kitchen. "Just hurry up…okay?"

"Aww, does Rhiannon miss me?" he says, mocking my earlier statement.

"Just get your butt back here Winchester," I say. "In one piece, okay?" He hangs up without saying anything. With a sigh I push myself off the counter and walk into the next room where Bobby was sitting at his desk. He gives me look that is a cross between sympathy and you-two-make-me-sick. I shake my head at him as I pick up a book and start reading about Lamias.

~TTH~

I did throw up a couple more times that day, so when dusk came, I was ready for bed. One bonus about being sick was that I was getting actual full nights of sleep. But, that night, I could feel something was wrong. I tossed and turned for what felt like forever, pushing my favorite quilt from granny's off or pulling it up over my head. The feeling of unease never went away. Eventually, I equate it with being sick and decide to venture to the bathroom for a cool rag. When I flip on the little bedside light, I let out a gasp of surprise at the figure standing in the corner. "Dean?" I say, squinting at him. "What the heck?"

"Hey," he says quietly, a certain rasp in his voice.

"What are you doing here?" I say, pushing myself to the edge of the bed.

"I wanted to see you," he says. I look at him carefully, something was off. He wasn't even looking at me.

"Dean, what's going on?" I say, standing up and starting to walk over to him. At my tone, he looks up at me finally, his breath hitching slightly as he takes in my nighttime wear: a too-baggy t-shirt and too-small for public wear athletic shorts. Stepping closer to him, I could definitely tell something was off. "Dean, what's wron-"

I'm cut off by Dean suddenly grabbing me around the waist and pushing me against the wall. He leaves one hand on my waist, the other he places on the wall by my head. I look into his green eyes and see that they are clouded by something dark, something evil. I don't even noticed I've stopped breathing as Dean moves his face closer to mine, until there is barely any space left between our lips. Just when I think he's about to kiss me, he turns away quickly, looking away from me. I move in front of him in time to see the sharp, pointed teeth popping out in front of his normal teeth. I involuntarily let out a gasp of horror, covering my mouth with my hand. Dean turns away from me again as he takes a couple steps away from me. "I gotta go," he says, his voice garbled by the extra teeth.

I admit it: I was scared to death at that point. I didn't know what to do, what to say. I just stood there and watched him take off out the door, moving faster than what he normally did. I continue to stand there for a few moments…trying to catch my breath and calm my racing heart. Once I'm finally calmed down, I race over to the bedside table and pick up my cell phone, dialing the only number that I knew would give me the answers I was looking for. "Sam," I say before the younger Winchester can even greet me. "You better tell me where in the hell you are right now."

~TTH~

"I'm not here to kill you Dean, I'm here to save you," I hear the unmistakable voice of Samuel Campbell on the other side of the wooden door. Apparently I made it here the same time Dean did. I still didn't want to believe that what Sam had told me was true, but judging by the conversation coming from inside the room…it was.

Taking in a deep breath, and pushing back the vomit that was threatening to make a reappearance, I pound on the door three times. There's a pause in the conversation as the sound of boot pounding on the floor make their way to the door. The door swings open, revealing Sam regarding me with a cool expression. "Rhiannon," he greets me.

"Yeah," I say, pushing my bag into his arms. "Nice to see you too Sam. Now let me in." I don't even wait for him to move before pushing past him and walking into the room. Coming out of the short hallway I see Samuel standing on one side of a small table and Dean on the other side.

"Geez girl," Samuel mumbles. I snap my gaze from Dean to him to see him looking me up and down, giving me the kind of expression only a concerned parent could muster up. "You don't look too good."

"Yeah, well that's gonna have to wait," I say, waving him and the rolling in my stomach off. I turn my gaze back to Dean, who is staring me down. "Dean, what the hell is going on?"

"I already told-"

I cut Sam off with a flick of my hand. "Yeah, well, now I want to hear it from Dean," I say. I continue to stare Dean down as I take a couple steps towards him.

He answers by taking a couple steps away from me. "A vamp got the jump on me last night," he says, his voice full of regret. "He turned me."

I let out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding in. After it's out, my breath starts to come quicker, anger and worry fueling it. I squeeze my eyes shut for a second before looking at Dean again. On the outside he looked the same, same clothes he always wore, same scruff, same green eyes. But his expression was one of pain…constant pain. I finally peel my eyes away from him and turn to Samuel. "So," I say, waving a hand in the air before it comes to rest at the base of my neck. "What are we going to do about this? I assume you have some kind of plan?"

"I do," Samuel says, a quiet confidence radiating in his voice. "Gather round children." The three of us obey as all four of us take a seat at the table in the middle of the room. I occupy the seat next to Dean, who I notice scoots as far away from me as the small table will allow. I try not to take it to heart. I watch Samuel as he places an old worn out looking book in the middle of the table, flipping open to a page about a fourth of the way in. "That's my grandfather's journal. Cure's an old Campbell recipe, kind of like the soup." Dean grabs the journal, sliding it closer to himself. "No one's tried it since God knows. What I hear...this stuff is a bad trip."

"Awesome," Dean mumbles, his eyes scanning over the pages.

"Hey, the cure is good. But a lot of this is on you." Samuel's voice takes on a sterner tone, one you would expect from a grandfather. "You drink, you're done. It won't work. I'm talking one drop of human blood-"

"I got it," Dean yells, cutting Samuel off. He slams the book shut, causing me to jump. I see Dean's hand start to reach over towards me, but then just as quickly recoil.

"Do you? Because you will feed, it's only a matter of time," I didn't miss Samuel's eyes cut to me quickly on the last part.

"What do we need?" Dean asks.

"Some stuff we got, some stuff we gotta get," Samuel says, sliding the book across the table to himself. "The trickiest thing will be getting the blood of the fang that turned you."

Sam shakes his head. "That guy was huge."

Dean stands up, pushing himself away from the table. "I can get it."

"What?" I say, standing up the same time as Samuel and Sam. "Dean…no-"

"You're gonna walk right into the nest?" Samuel says.

"Well, I'm one of them, aren't I?" Dean says, an edge to his voice. I was used to seeing him angry…but this was different. "So all I gotta do is get in there, get the guy alone, and...shoot him with so much dead man's blood that he'll think he's rushing a fraternity."

"I should come with you," Sam says, taking a step towards Dean.

"No, dude, you reek," Dean says taking a step backwards. "You're like a walking hamburger. I got to do this solo."

"How are you gonna be able to find him?" I ask, concern drenching each word.

"I can smell him," Dean says, not even looking at me. He grabs his jacket off the back of the chair he had been sitting in. "Two miles east of town. You guys get the other crap and meet me there." He starts for the door and starts to walk out before stopping in the open doorway when Samuel says his name.

"Dean." Samuel walks over to the door and holds a syringe out towards Dean. "It's dead man's blood. Now, there's enough there to drop a linebacker, and then some." Dean grabs the syringe and quickly sniffs it before making a disgusting face. "Good luck, son."

Dean nods his head as he stuffs the syringe into the pocket of his coat. He cuts his eyes towards me before looking back at Samuel. "On second thought, keep shorty here." Dean walks out of the door, slamming it shut before anyone can say anything.

I'm left sitting there, mouth hanging open as Dean slams the door behind himself. I start to say something, but the rolling in my stomach finally wins out and I make a beeline for the bathroom.

"Help us find that alpha vamp we've been looking for?" I hear Samuel's voice come out in a forced whisper as I start to head towards the bathroom door once the latest round of sickness is over.

I stop, my instincts taking over to listen in. "Are you serious?" Sam says after a moment of silence. "You think I'd do something like that, risk my own brother? What's wrong with you?" There's another moment of silence. "Look, I'm just relieved we can fix him."

I shake my head, trying to dispel any thoughts the conversation I just heard had given me. Coming out of the bathroom, I find Sam packing a duffel bag. "So, where are we going first?" I say, walking over to the table.

"We aren't going anywhere," Samuel says. "Me and Sam are going to get the supplies and then meet Dean."

"But-"

"But nothing," Samuel cuts me off. "Rhiannon, you could barely walk out of that bathroom."

"Yeah, but-"

"No more 'but's'," Samuel was really pulling out the grandfather voice. "You're staying here."

I let out a huff of frustration. "Fine," I say, finally defeated. "But you better come back with Dean…alive."

They both give me a nod of their heads before walking out of the room. I knew why I got left behind…and it wasn't because I was still partly sick. I let out a frustrated grunt as I walk over to the ratty couch and lay down, trying to calm the rumbling in my stomach.

~TTH~

"Get that crap mixed up," I hear the familiar voice grumble. I sit up slowly from the couch, removing the now room temperature wash cloth from my face to see Dean, Sam, and Samuel filing into the room.

Samuel mumbles something under his breath as he stands at the table and starts to mix together ingredients. I push myself off the couch before walking over to stand next to Dean. Call it habit, but I don't even think twice about placing a hand on Dean's arm. "Hey, you okay?" I ask him. He flinches away at the sound of my voice, taking a step back. "I'm sorry…I just for-"

"It's alright," he says, shaking his head. "I just…I'm just really friggin thirsty."

"Oh," I say simply, taking a step back myself.

We all watch Samuel in silence as he brews up the drink that was starting to produce a peculiar stench. "If this works," Samuel says, empty a syringe I guess is filled with blood into the bowl. "You know it's not gonna be a kiddy ride, you know that."

"That's great," Dean grunts. He starts swaying back and forth, getting ansty. "Light it up."

"What did you see in there?" Sam suddenly asks. I turn my head to look at him. There was almost an eager look on his face, instead of a concerned one like there should have been.

"What?" Dean snaps at him.

"In the nest," Sam says, taking a step closer to Dean. "What did you see?"

"Sam, I can't hear you - your blood is so frickin' loud, okay?" Dean says, pushing Sam away. "Just - just back off." Sam backs away to the other side of the table next to Samuel. Before Samuel has the cure poured in the mug all the way, Dean is already reaching for it. "Alright, let me have the damn cure." I have to suppress my own gag reflex as I catch a whiff of the potion. We all wait with baited breathes as Dean gulps down the vile smelling cure. After it's gone, he looks around at us, a perplexed look on his face. "I don't think it-"

Suddenly Dean spins around and starts projectile vomiting into a nearby trashcan. I kneel down beside him, vaguely hearing Sam and Samuel exchanging comments. Looking at whatever he was vomiting closer, I see it's blood. Years as a nurse had taught me how to hold back my own puke when a patient was throwing up…but this was tougher.

Finally, the vomiting stops. I watch Dean as he looks up, gasping for a breath. From my vantage point, I see Dean's eyes are bloodshot and his fangs are bared, but as quickly as they appeared they retract…the evil leaving Dean's face. "Hey, Dean, hey," I say, taking his face into both of my hands. His breaths are still coming quickly, his eyes look lost, as if he were remembering something. After a few seconds, they snap back to reality. "Dean, hey, are you with me?"

"Yeah," he says, nodding his head, wrapping his hands around my wrists to gently lower them. He gives me a look, saying we had to talk later. I help him stand up as I feel Sam's presence come up behind me. Dean looks over me at his brother and gives him a blank look. "I um, I just need a minute," Dean says. Before anyone can say anything, Dean turns and makes beeline for the bathroom.

I let out a sigh as I move over to the table and sit down. I watch Sam and Samuel start to pack away their things. Finally, Dean emerges from the bathroom wiping at his face with a towel. "Dean, are you okay?" I ask, slightly frustrated that he hadn't said anything yet.

"So, what did you see?" Sam asks before Dean can answer me.

I snap my head towards him, what was Sam's deal? "What?" Dean asks back.

"In the nest," Sam says, leaning on the back of a chair. "What did you see?"

Dean pauses for a second, giving his brother a peculiar look. "Uhm...well, I'm still trying to work through it, but, uh...I'm pretty sure they're not figuring anything out on their own." He walks across the room to the table where we all have seemed to gather. "They're getting their orders from the top...where to go next, everything."

"Top?" I ask. "As in…?"

"Their alpha." Dean answers. "At least, that's what I think it is. They've got some sort of psychic thing happening. He sends 'em, uh...I don't know - messages?"

Sam stands up straight again, crossing his arms over his chest. "Saying what?"

"Honestly?" Dean says. "Recruitment drive…their alpha is building an army."

Samuel lets out a loud sigh, rubbing his hand over the top of his head. "Well that's a comforting thought."

"Well, that's not the worst part," Dean says with a humorless chuckle.

"What could possibly be worse than a vampire army?" I ask, arching an eyebrow at him.

"They aren't afraid of us anymore."

~TTH~

"So, how you feeling shorty?" Dean asks as we walk out to the cars.

"Me?" I say, stuffing my hands into my pockets. "I'm not the one who just got de-vampired. I'm-" I quickly have to cover my mouth, a wave of nausea rolling over me. Once it's gone, I look up at Dean and try to give him a convincing smile. "I'm fine."

"Yeah right," Dean says with a scoff. "Sam'll drive your car back to Bobby's; you'll ride with me."

I don't argue with him, I was exhausted and driving didn't sound very appealing at the moment. I just nod my head as we walk approach the Impala. I slide in by myself, watching Sam and Dean talking at the front of the car. After a few minutes later, Dean finally moves and walks around to the driver's door, sliding in with ease. He starts the car up and we pull out of the parking lot in silence. After a little while, I let out a sigh. "So-"

"Look Rhiannon," Dean says. "I…I'm sorry for showing up at Bobby's last night. I should've known better."

"It's alright Dean," I say shaking my head.

"Alright?" Dean says, looking at me like I was crazy.

"Not as in, I'm okay with the fact you showed up in my room as a vampire when you very well could've killed me," I clarify. "Alright as in, it's over with, you're back to normal, and there's nothing we can do about it now."

"Oh, okay," Dean says, nodding his head. The silence fills the car as the miles pass us by. I keep looking over at Dean, stealing glances at him.

"Okay, spill Dean," I say, turning in my seat so that I'm facing him. He glances over at me and gives me a questioning look. "You want to say something, I can tell. So spill."

"I think," he lets out a sigh before running a hand over his face. "I think Sam let me get turned."

Oh crap…