What if it took place Season 1 during Dead Man's Blood?

John had just finished telling Sam and Dean how the Colt could kill anything supernatural. Even Sam was on board now. "OK, if we get separated, we meet back at that clearing a mile from here."

"Yes, sir," Sam and Dean said.

John wasn't sure exactly when he had started treating his sons as soldiers. He wished he never had, but it was probably too late now.

They went into the vampire nest through the window. John went first, then Sam, with Dean bringing up the rear. John headed to where he thought the alpha male and female would sleep. They would probably have the Colt.

Sam and Dean headed further into the nest, looking for captives. They came upon a woman tied to a beam. Sam stooped down to untie her. Dean continued on a few steps to a cage. There were people inside. "I'm going to get you out," he whispered as he tried to break the lock as quietly as possible. He knew the last thing they wanted to do was wake up a bunch of vampires.

The girl Sam was attempting to free started to wake up. "Shh, shh," he said. "I'm here to help."

She let out a loud growl. Dean looked back. "Sam!" he yelled, as he noticed all the vampires in the hammocks behind him spring to life.

John was just reaching into the coat pocket where he saw the Colt when the ruckus started. The couple in bed sat up. John threw a bottle at the window, letting in a stream of sunlight. He ran out of the room. "Run, boys!" he shouted.

As if they needed to be told, Dean thought. He and Sam were almost to the door at that point. When they had all gotten outside, John said "Scatter."

They each took off in a separate direction with about three vampires chasing each one of them.

SSS

Dean was overtaken by the vampires in a couple of minutes. He hated to admit it, but he was the slowest runner of the group. Sam had those giant sized legs and his dad could just run fast. It was embarrassing.

He wondered why he was bothering with worrying about his speed in the last minutes of his life. Then, he wondered if these would be the last minutes of his life. They might keep him alive to drain him. Or maybe even use him as bait if the others hadn't caught up with Dad and Sammy. He hoped that they hadn't.

"What should we do, Luther?" Bo asked.

"Let's turn him. I've always wanted to turn a hunter," Luther admitted. Hunters were so holier-than-thou. They would turn this one and let him loose. See if the others would hunt him down if they weren't caught.

Luther cut open his arm.

"No," Dean said. "Just kill me." He hated monsters. His father hated monsters. He didn't want to be one.

"Nah," Luther said as he pressed his bleeding arm up against Dean's lips. When the operation was complete the two vampires holding him down let go of him and the trio disappeared back the way they had come.

Dean slowly made his way to his feet. The sun was hurting his eyes. His skin, too. He tried to stay in the shade as much as possible as he made his way to the rendez-vous spot. His father would have to kill him. He couldn't decide if he hoped he and his father made it there before Sam, or if he could get a chance to say good-bye to his brother. Maybe he could say good-bye and then send him off. Yeah, like Sam would actually listen and leave.

SSS

"Dad, we've been here fiifteen minutes already. Dean could be in trouble. We should look for him," Sam said.

John was worried, too, but he always tried to keep that hidden from Sam. "He's fine, Sam."

Just then, Dean came into the clearing, shielding his eyes.

"What's wrong, Dean?" John asked. Sam had been so relieved to see Dean that he hadn't noticed that his brother seemed to be in pain at first.

"They turned me, Dad. You'll have to kill me now." He could hear his father's and brother's heartbeats. He could smell their blood. He was so hungry.

Sam's face was frozen in horror. Kill Dean? How could they do that?

Instead of pulling out his machete, John pulled out his cell phone.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked. He wanted to be put out of his misery as soon as possible and his dad was going to order a pizza?

"I'm calling Bobby Singer," John answered.

"Why?" Sam and Dean both asked.

But at that point, Bobby had answered the phone and John directed his conversation to him.

"Bobby, it's John Winchester, don't hang up," he said in a rush.

"What the hell do you want?" Bobby asked. The last time he had seen John was over four years ago when he had kicked Sam out for wanting to go to college. Idgit. Dean had been destroyed by that decision. He had had to choose between his father and his brother, and for some reason that Bobby would never understand, Dean had chosen John.

"I remember you saying something once about a cure for vampirism," John said.

"Yeah, the ingredients are really hard to get, but there's no expiration date, so I have a few batches made up. Is this for you?" Bobby asked, suddenly concerned. John could be a jerk sometimes, but all in all he had been a good friend, and if not father-of-the-year, he did really care about his sons.

"It's Dean," John said.

Sam and Dean were watching this end of the conversation. Sam was hoping and praying that there was a cure. He had just lost Jessica less than a year ago. He couldn't handle losing his brother so soon.

Dean was only watching John talk. He could only make out every few words. Their heartbeats were so loud, he didn't think he would be able to take it much longer.

"Get him here," Bobby said.

"Any warnings before we head out?" John asked.

"The cure has to be administered within one month," Bobby answered. "Other than that, no."

"What if he feeds?" John asked. He was going to try to keep that from happening, but you never know what's going to happen.

"No effect, but you probably shouldn't let him."

"I'm not planning on it. Thanks, Bobby."

"Don't mention it. You know I'd do anything for those boys."

John slapped shut his phone. "Come on," he said.

"Does Bobby have a cure?" Sam asked, anxiously.

"Yes," John said.

"Bobby can cure me?" Dean asked, finally getting the gist of what was going on but hardly daring to believe it.

"Yeah. We'll take the Impala and I'll come back for my truck when we're through," John said. "Give me the keys."

Dean handed over the keys. He was definitely in no shape to drive. When they got to the car Sam went to get in the back seat, his usual position when their father still owned the car. "No, Sammy, I want to lie down in back away from the Sun. You can get in front," Dean said.