A/N: Welcome back, all. I can't thank you enough for sticking with this story and for all the amazing encouragement you so graciously provided, it truly inspired me to continue. Apologies ahead as this is a short chapter that was written in about half an hour as that was all the time I've had to write this week. I hope you enjoy and thanks again!

The creature takes a step forward and Sam takes one back, the hunter instinctively trying not to let whatever distance he has to evaporate. The pointed, hungry look set in the thing's features pierces right through him, dissipating the last of his bravado and fast coming to the conclusion that whatever Winchester luck has got him this far is ebbing out of existence, replaced by the probability that he is about to become a fucking chew toy.

"Your former brother, my son, won't be able to fight it this time, Sam, or rather, he won't want to or even try. You see, it isn't a run of the mill vampire whose blood is now coursing through his veins, it is mine."

Gulping at the implication he swears he can see an actual spark ignite in the alpha's pupil.

"I should thank you for bringing him back to me, for sowing the seed previously and allowing it to embed in his core; waiting, longing for the moment to rejoin me."

No, no, no. Not this. This can not be how it ends. His fists clench at his sides, nails digging into his palms and his breaths jut out as he fights to keep control and clear his head.

There has to be a way out. There is always a way out.

"I can hear it and it is beyond delightful. My blood is disinfecting his; cleaning the cancerous tumor that has so long been ravaging his true path. And I can hear yours; pounding away through your inferior body, rushing out of control and without true purpose."

As the vampire licks its lips slowly and with the darkest intentions Sam breathes deep, takes a last lingering look at his brother and prepares for his final showdown, surprised when its gaze drifts passed him.

Sam swallows as it bears its teeth and intensifies its glare toward the third player in this fucked up production, the one he can't believe he actually forgot.

"And I can hear his; weak and fragile. The very worst humanity has to offer, but with one all important purpose.""

Shit.

"About this cure, if I recall correctly," the alpha skirts around the hunter and steps towards the wounded man on the floor, Sam only now noticing the panting and sobbing that flows freely from the traitor's mouth. "It involves various ingredients," it bends down and digs a sculpted nail into the man's flesh, eliciting a howl of pain. "with the most vital being blood from the vampire who turned you."

The alpha stands and Sam is repulsed by the way it eyes Dean and slowly, almost seductively licks off the blood from the digit of its hand before those damn darkened eyes flick to find his once more. "That would be me, Sam."

"Y...you can.. Sam...please, son."

He holds back the scream that sits on his tongue, his eyes move rapidly from the twisted thing ahead of him to his brother's trembling form, before they finally rest on the backstabbing cause of all this; Samuel.

He seethes; his hatred bubbles up, violence inching without restraint along the surface of his skin as he moves towards Samuel, the fucking asshole actually having the nerve, the balls to plead with him to save his sorry ass the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back.

"Shut the fuck up! You don't get to talk, or beg or plead for your salvation. You are the son of a bitch who did this to us! To Dean!"

"M'sorr..."

Blinded by rage and the fact that he knows he and Dean are both pretty much screwed he can't stop himself; the impact jolts him as boot meets bone, the distinctive crack of a rib giving way only overshadowed by the booming laughter that is now so close to his ear that the breath from it falls across his flesh to send another shiver down the length of his spine.

Cursing himself for dropping his guard against the fucking thing he turns to find himself standing toe to toe with it, hating the blanket of victory that it seems wrapped up in; its stance, face, limbs and creepy smile shouting to him all at once that it has already won, and knows it.

It whispers softly, as if telling a secret its been sworn to keep but can't help and tell. "I wonder, Sam, how the newest member of my flock will fare when confronted with the choice; endure the fire that is consuming him and resist, or extinguish it by feasting on the worthless and pathetic man who has brought all of this upon him. Hmmmm, I do believe he will choose wisely, and when he does, finally your grandfather will get what he so rightfully deserves."

He can't let it end like this, he can't give up and damn if this bastard thinks it knows Dean Winchester when Sam is the only one who truly does; has seen how he has fought to protect even those who maybe don't deserve it; who sacrifices everything to get rid of the evil in the world.

There is still hope, he has to believe in that and in his brother, and...

The sound is unmistakable and even though a natural reaction would be to turn towards it he can't move; can still feel the proximity of the alpha and knows the noise that just took the wind out of his sails did not come from it.

He doesn't fight it as the vampire grasps his shoulder and slowly turns him towards his brother; a lilt evident in the monster's voice as if it just got the winning prize at the fair. "Looks like he has already made his choice. Dean, come and receive my offering to you."

"Oh my God...Dean?"

The alpha presents Samuel with a Vanna White zeal and Sam feels the contents of his stomach churning within it as he stares slack jawed into the face of the brother he suddenly no longer recognizes, and who doesn't acknowledge him.

Dean is upright, his body rigid and devoid of the shakes it had just been inundated with. Two sets of teeth are evident in his blood coated mouth, and they are literally chomping at the bit to sink into Samuel's flesh.

But it's the eyes most of all; the brilliant emerald all but devoured to leave only a small ring of dull green visible around his pupils, the blood lust and hunger seen there that weakens Sam's legs without mercy.

TBC... thanks for stopping by.