Title: Twilight of My Mind

Author: Disasteriffic Kaz

Info: While hunting a nest of Vampires, the Ghostfacers indirectly put the Winchesters on the radar of an 'alternative' clan of vampires bent on their deaths. Post 6x09 "Clap your hands if you believe"

Author's note: Here we are! Last chapter! Hope you all enjoy it! Second Edition of the Reader's Special is coming up tomorrow! :D Keep an eye out!

Do please Review once you've read. :D Every comment and vote of support helps keep me writing. Not to mention if I've pooched anything, someone can always tell me. :P

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"You stay behind me." Dean ordered firmly. "One good kick in that leg and you're on the floor."

"I'm aware." Sam hefted the blade and glanced up at the house. "They got here first. Front door's open."

"So, kinky head vampire chick have a name?" Dean asked as they walked up the driveway.

"Daisy." Sam smirked. "If she weren't dead…"

"Dude, I don't even wanna picture that." Dean waved him off. "Not after Patchouli." He ignored the fake chuckle and strode to the front door, pushing it slowly open. "Remember, no burning."

"Yeah, yeah I know." Sam came up behind him. "Just watch your own back."

Dean turned and shoved one of the syringes into Sam's pocket and went inside. "Behind me, Sam." He heard a strident whimper coming from the basement stairs and sighed. "Dammit, Vincent."

CHAPTER 6

"Please don't eat me." Vincent whimpered as Daisy bent over him and he screwed his eyes shut rather than look at her. "I just wanna graduate high school. Please!"

"Trust me, lover. When I'm done with you you're gonna have bigger things to worry about." Daisy patted his head, enjoying the whimper she earned but she wanted more. She wrapped her fingers around the stake still buried in his shoulder and gave it turn. She grinned as he screamed. "Music to my ears."

"I think you oughta step away from the kid now." Dean warned as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He smiled as Daisy spun to him and then frowned seeing she was alone in the basement. "Where are all your little undead friends?"

"Back soon." Daisy took a step toward him and slowed as he raised the machete to her. "I'm going to enjoy making you suffer."

"Funny. I was gonna say the same thing to you." Dean lunged out and landed a solid punch on her jaw, spinning her away. "Should never have sunk fang into my little brother, bitch." He waited for her face him again and then kicked her left knee out from under her.

"Brother?" Daisy gasped and rolled away as he tried to take her head. "I've snacked on quite a few men lately. Which one was yours?" She used her long legs to advantage and swept Dean's. He fell to the floor and barely got the machete up in time to stop her from tearing out his throat.

"Look up." Dean grunted.

Daisy gave a short scream of anger as she was pulled off of Dean and flung across the room into the wall. "You!" She yelled as she pushed herself up and saw Sam standing over her.

Sam advanced on her with his machete raised and swung. Daisy rushed ahead of the blade and tackled him to the floor in a pile as a chorus of screams sounded from upstairs. "My boys are back." She growled down into Sam's face. "You're brother's about to be in a lot of trouble, sweet meat." She dug her knee into Sam's thigh, laughing as he grunted in pain.

Dean was torn between pulling the bitch off his brother and the group of vampires and struggling teenagers coming down the stairs. "Son of a bitch! Sam! Stop screwin' around!"

Daisy forced Sam's arms to the floor and sniffed along his collar bone. "Why do you still smell like food?" Her eyes widened in shock and Sam gave her a grin.

"Guess you're not as addicting as you thought you were." Sam heaved her upward and rolled, pinning her beneath him. "Play time's over." He brought the machete over and pressed it into her neck, using all his strength to force it down and sever her head as she screamed. The blood sprayed up at him and he turned his head to avoid being blinded.

"NO!" One of the male vampires shouted and rushed into the room. Dean cut him off, bringing his machete around in a swing and sent his head to land with a wet thump beside Vincent on the floor.

"Who's next?" Dean looked at the three terrified teenagers held by their former friends and made eye contact with Robin. "We've got your sister. She's gonna be ok but now would be a good time to find a backbone."

Robin stared at him, blonde hair falling into her eyes and then she nodded as a steely look entered her eyes. She dropped her head forward and then reared back into the face of the vampire holding her. He shouted in surprise and loosed his hold. Robin, rather than run, turned and threw herself into the vampire holding her friends making them stumble into the stairs. "Get up!" She told her friends. "Run! Hurry!"

Dean waded into the pile and pulled up the vampire with his nose spouting blood. He was the last of Daisy's nest, older than the rest and he grinned as he chopped off his head. "Get the hell out of the way!" Dean yelled at the teenage boy still lying atop the others. The kid scrambled away as Robin pulled him to safety.

"You killed her!" The teenaged Vamp cried as he lunged at Dean but Sam was there to jam a syringe of dead man's blood into his neck.

Dean pulled out a syringe of his own and got the second in the leg as he tried to free himself from his fellow vampire's legs but the last gave a roar, baring his teeth and launched himself at Sam. They tumbled back into the room and Dean winced as he heard Sam's head crack into the floor. "Get off him." Dean stepped forward and took a golf swing with the machete as the vampire turned to growl at him. His head separated with that look frozen in place to roll across the floor.

"Sam?" Dean knelt by his brother, shoving the body off of him and grabbed his face. "Sam."

"Ow." Sam muttered and wrapped both hands around his pounding head while his vision swam.

"Stay there." Dean told him and rose to look at the two remaining vampires both incapacitated with the dead blood.

"Do they have to die?" Robin asked. She stood over them as Dean came up beside her. "They were our friends. Can't we do anything?"

Dean looked down at the two boys sadly. "Have you fed?" He gave both boys a nudge with his foot. "Have you fed?"

"Dave didn't wanna come quietly." Gary hissed up at him with a grin. "He tasted really good."

"Sorry, Robin." Dean put a hand on her shoulder. "You don't wanna see this, its ok. Go upstairs."

"No. No I'm ok." She went instead to kneel beside Sam.

Dean shrugged. "Time to go, boys." He made quick work of beheading both and cleaned his machete on their robes before going back to check on Vincent. "Vinnie. Not lookin' so good."

"Oh my god. Oh my god." Vincent still had his eyes shut. "Not real. Not real. Not real."

Dean shook his head and reached down. He took hold of the stake and yanked it out. Mercifully, Vincent passed out. "Idiot." Dean said but without heat. He pulled a robe from the table above them and used it to pack the wound in his shoulder. "You'll be fine, kid."

"Dean?" Robin looked over at him. "I think he's unconscious."

"Yeah, not surprised." Dean went to Robin and pulled her up. "Look. I need to bring Mara in here but…you need to stay away from her." He watched her eyes widen in fear.

"Is she…did they do this to her?" Robin asked softly, waving a weak hand around the room.

Dean nodded. "Yeah but look she hasn't fed yet. We can still save her." He watched her closely. "You can't go anywhere near her, you understand that? She's hungry right now. She may not even know you."

Robin nodded finally, firmly. "I'll be ok. I'll stay with Sam. Is that ok?"

"Yeah. Just sit tight." Dean let her kneel back down and quickly jogged back up the stairs. The other teenagers were standing around in the kitchen looking like refugees and he supposed they were. "Just go home." He told them. "It's over. They won't be coming after you and just…don't tell anyone about this." He gave them all stern looks. "No one would believe it anyway." He left them there staring at him and went out to the Impala. The neighborhood was thankfully quiet; quiet enough he could hear Mara thumping against his trunk as he neared.

Dean got in and pulled the car up next to the house before going back to the trunk. He opened it and looked down at the hissing thing staring back up at him. "Mara." Dean gave her a solid slap. "I need you to focus here." He slapped her again and she froze, eyes narrowing and her teeth receded.

"Dean." Mara gasped.

"Good girl." Dean smiled for her. "We need to know which vampire bit you so I'm gonna take you inside this house. You're gonna have a look and tell me if it's one of the guys in there." She closed her eyes and he tapped her cheek. "This is important, Mara. You gotta pick the right one or we can't fix this. Do you want to be cured?" Mara's eyes flew open and she nodded frantically. "Good, cause your sister's in there too and she needs you back."

"Robin." Mara breathed. "Take me in. Please."

"Right. Don't make me hit you again." Dean said with a smirk and picked her up out of the trunk. He held her in front of him turned away so she had no access to his juicy bits. He pushed her ahead of him into the house and was glad to see the other teens had vacated through the back door.

Sam opened his eyes again to see an attractive blonde leaning over him. "Where's Dean?"

"He's gone to get my sister." She smiled wanly. "I'm Robin. Mara's my big sister."

"Yeah. Met her. She tried to eat me." Sam tried to push himself up and didn't argue when Robin slid behind him to help.

"She's a good person." Robin said softly and then she stilled, looking up at the stairs. Dean came down them with Mara held in front of him and gave a warning glance to Robin.

"How you doing, Sammy?" Dean asked and got a nod from his brother. "Okay, Mara. Any of these guys look familiar?"

Mara's gaze however was locked on her sister and Sam, staring as she began to breathe hard and opened her mouth, vampire fangs descending. "So…hungry god I can hear them!"

"Focus, Mara!" Dean gave her a shake. "I know. You can hear their hearts beating, the blood flowing. Ignore it!" He shook her again and eased a bit when she closed her mouth.

"Sorry. Sorry." Mara shook her head and looked at the severed heads on the floor. "That one with the busted nose. He's the one who…who fed on me."

"You sure? Cause if we get this wrong…" Dean asked but Mara nodded.

"I'm sure. Just him." Mara growled low in her threat as she looked on his head. "Daisy told him to kill me but he said…he said he plans for me. I thought he meant…food."

"Ok. You did good." Dean turned her back to the stairs. "I'm gonna put you back in the trunk now. We're gonna fix this."

"Rob?" Mara craned her neck around to see her sister. "It's gonna be alright, little sister. I promise."

Robin smiled at her. "Of course it will. Someone's gotta keep me in line."

"Damn right." Mara said and then looked quickly away as she felt the hunger reasserting itself. "Get me in the trunk again. Now."

Dean nodded, finding a new respect for the sisters and quickly took her back upstairs and out to the car. He returned to the cellar with two small, glass vials. "He out again?" Dean asked and dropped beside Robin and his brother.

"Yeah. He keeps going in and out." Robin shook her head sadly. "I am so sorry about all of this. I don't even know where to start. We were so stupid!"

Dean put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I think you've paid enough at this point." He reached to Sam and brushed his long hair from his eyes, wishing again that 'his' Sammy would open his eyes and be there. "Keep an eye on him for a sec."

Robin watched as Dean blithely filled the vials with blood from Daisy and then the vampire who had fed on her sister. He marked each vial and then handed them to her. "Keep these safe." He bent and pulled Sam out of her grasp, sliding him over his shoulder. "Let's get you two out of here."

"What about Vincent?" Robin asked as she followed him.

"Is that really his name?" Dean asked and Robin chuckled.

"No. His real name's Larry." She smirked over at the unconscious boy.

"Yikes. Ok, I forgive him for Vincent." Dean smirked and started up the stairs, balancing Sam on his shoulder. "He'll be fine. I'll call 911 once we're well away."

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Dean paced the motel room, stopping periodically to drop a hand to Sam's shoulder and frown at the fever burning there. While Vampirism may not be able to get a hold in him a simple infection was another story. Bobby had told him not to look so surprised; the human mouth, even a Vampire's was a germ fun house.

"Dean, stop pacin' a hole in the carpet." Bobby growled at him. "Yer makin' the girls nervous."

Robin chuckled from her place beside Bobby. She held a book open for him as he read instructions and worked at putting together the vampirism cure. Mara was tied to a chair on the opposite side of the room; eyes closed and head down she looked to be sleeping but Dean could easily see the tension across her shoulders that said she was rigidly controlling herself every second.

"You're getting slow in your old age." Dean groused back and smiled at the dirty look his adoptive father gave him.

"I'm almost done, idjit. Better wake our boy up." Bobby went back to the disgusting looking cocktails he was brewing.

Dean bent over Sam and sighed. "He's not sleeping." He took a towel from the bowl of cold water by the bed and laid it across his forehead. The cooler temperature worked and Sam blinked up at him. "Time for your evening cocktail."

Sam sighed and slowly pushed himself up. He glanced over to Mara and raised a brow. "She eat anyone yet?"

"No, Sam." Dean stood. "You don't get to kill the vampire."

Sam shrugged. He didn't care either way really but he saw that look on his brothers' face and smiled for him. "Good. She can go back to her life. That's good."

Dean turned away, hiding the pained expression on his face and went instead to Mara. He tapped her lightly on the shoulder. "It's going to hurt. Can't stop that but you'll be you again when it's over."

"You said you did this." Mara said softly. "I can do it too." She looked up and peered under her lashes at her sister across the motel room. "For her. I'm all she's got."

Dean knelt in front of her. "Parents?"

Mara shook her head. "Car crash when we were kids. Robin was in school. I was in the car." She gave a sad smile. "I lived. They didn't."

Dean nodded. "Sucks having to raise your kid sister." He nodded to the side, toward Sam. "Raised his ass."

Mara chuckled. "He's uh…different."

"Yeah well, it's not…exactly him right now." Dean shook his head when she looked confused. "Some other time. Maybe you'll get to meet him someday. The real him."

"Ok kids." Bobby came over and sat beside Sam on the bed, handing him a mason jar. "Bottoms up, Sam."

Robin knelt in front of Mara and held her jar out. "Mara?"

"I'm ok, babe." Mara nodded. "I'm ready."

Dean watched as Robin fed her sister the potion, ready to step in if Mara's new instincts took over but she held herself in check, gulping the potion down until she could take no more and leaned her head back on a cough. He looked over and saw Sam had nearly drained his and now looked distinctly green.

"No puking, kid." Bobby warned and pushed him back against the headboard as he paled further. "That's all we got. Hold it in, son." Sam nodded and had to close his eyes to concentrate.

Mara screamed suddenly and would have doubled over if not for the ropes holding her still. Dean grabbed Robin and pulled her away when she reached for her sister. "Wait it out, Rob." He looked over at his brother's strangled cry and saw Bobby catch him as he would have rolled off the bed trying to curl in on himself. The next few minutes were hard for everyone in the room until finally the pained sounds died away and both Sam and Mara were gasping in relief. Dean released Robin to go to her sister and then went to pull his brother from Bobby's arms and prop him up again.

"Sammy?" Dean asked softly and got a weak nod.

"S'okay." Sam mumbled. "I'm good I'm just not…not gonna move fer'while."

Dean smirked and Bobby gave him a smile. "He'll be himself again…well you know what I mean."

"Dean?" Robin called him and he went to kneel in front of Mara.

"Mara? How you feeling?" Dean asked and grinned when she looked up at him with clear blue eyes. He gently pulled her upper lip up and grinned wider to see no sign of vampire fangs. "All clear." He stood and went around the chair to untie her. Once he did she fell into her sister's arms and Dean smothered a brief spurt of envy. He missed his Sam.

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The next morning Dean, Sam and Bobby saw the sisters on their way after a heated argument between them and Dean. Neither woman was willing to go back to their old lives knowing what was out in the world now. They had all but begged Dean to teach them and he'd refused.

"If you're gonna be stupid about this then here." Bobby handed Mara a card with his number on it. "You need anything or you need to find the boys you call me. I'll help." He ignored the dark look Dean sent him. "And don't worry about him. He'll get over it."

"Thanks, Bobby." Mara leaned up and planted a kiss on the grizzled face. "For everything." Robin, not to be outdone took a running jump and landed a hug around his neck.

"Thank you, Bobby." Robin laughed and dropped back to the ground. "You'll be hearing from us."

Dean watched them drive away and groaned. "They're gonna end up dead, Bobby. You know that."

"Oh balls, Dean." Bobby cuffed him up the back of the head. "Yer Daddy wasn't any better when he first started out. At least they're not alone. They've got each other." He gave Dean a meaningful look. "Now, you idjits done here?"

"Almost." Dean glanced over at Sam where he leaned against the Impala, favoring his left leg. I gotta make a couple stops first." Dean gave him a lopsided grin. "I really need to leave our buddy Vincent a present for getting us into all this."

Bobby stared and then shook his head. "Boy, don't you be too hard on that kid."

Dean held up a hand. "Not gonna lay a finger on him, Bobby. Promise. Come on, Sam." He went around to the driver's side and got in. "First stop. We need a camera."

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Vincent walked into school on Monday morning a changed man. His arm was in a sling, a constant reminder of just how stupid he had been but he wore it proudly. He'd survived an attack of the undead in his own home. If he chose to forget the part where he cried and begged he consoled himself knowing no one would ever know. He smiled happily at his fellow students as they passed. As he went down the hall he heard sporadic laughter breaking out behind him but each time he turned to look they fell silent.

"Huh." Vincent turned back and kept going to the school office. "Weird." He knew the police had been to the school at some point. He hadn't even tried to explain the bodies in his house. He'd told them he had come home and been attacked and that was all he remembered. It was strange enough that they had let him be in the hospital.

More students began laughing as he passed them and he scowled. "What's so funny?" He asked a girl in his class as she looked at him and began to sputter a laugh. She shook her head and walked quickly away with a muttered 'geek' as she passed.

Vincent turned the corner, thoroughly confused and then stopped dead in his tracks. The announcement board outside the school office was covered, floor to ceiling, in pictures of his basement; his vampire den basement. The candles were lit in the pictures below the altar, the inverted cross, the robes and even close ups of his fake vampire teeth and in the center of the horrendous collage was a picture he had taken of himself weeks earlier in his vampire persona; cloak drawn dramatically over one shoulder, baring his fangs as he hissed at the camera with his hair slicked back.

"Oh…my…god." Vincent breathed as the students around him burst into laughter. He knew instantly who had done it and why and Vincent did the only thing he could do to end the humiliation. He feinted.

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The End.