Part 7

Beta: Tidia

Dean had Castiel set them into the kitchen area of Beckett's estate. The plans Riley had secured showed several rooms off to the side, servant's accommodations away from the main living area. It seemed the most unlikely place for vampires to be considering they did most of their dining out.

"Clear on audio." Dean removed the white noise generators from his jacket, tossing one to Joshua and another to Castiel. Bobby had tuned them to a frequency the vampires would find irritating, like a dog whistle. It wouldn't draw attention, but it would keep them from focusing in on their voices.

"That was an interesting trip." Joshua glanced around their surroundings, getting his bearings from his first experience traveling Castiel style. He clipped on Bobby's gadget and pulled out the iPod Bradley had given him. "I understand your reference to Star Trek now."

"With all this high-tech crap we should get those little shoulder communicators, have Cas on constant standby. You could be Scotty." Dean glanced at the app Joshua had pulled up. Riley had scanned in the schematics of Beckett's mansion, creating a three dimensional graphic of the estate and surrounding area by tapping satellite imagery. Dean was shocked the enemy didn't show up as zombies, but tiny moving blips instead.

"Sam as Spock and Caleb as the good doctor Bones, I suppose." Joshua touched the screen, the image tightened, showing their locations. They were alone, but down the hallway there were two heat signatures. From there they spread out and grew in number and density.

"Too bad we just can't beam them the hell out of here." Dean watched as the monitor continued to register more and more bad guys. The vampires' temperatures weren't as high as humans, but they could be monitored. Riley and Bradley had programmed different colors for varying temperature degrees. Most of the dots were white, which signified something way below the human average 98.6. "Looks like your girl Stephanie wasn't completely wrong about the part where vampires are cold, Cas."

"Sam and Caleb should stand out more vividly." Joshua continued to scan the plans. "See. Here we are. Orange. Castiel is brighter. Locating their signatures should not be a problem, but I'm not picking up any other readings like ours."

"Blood."

Dean glanced up from the screen to Castiel. The angel knelt by the small twin bed.

"Keep looking." Dean moved away from Joshua, going to the angel's side. "Human?"

Castiel lifted a black and white photograph of a little boy from beneath the bed. Dean could see the crimson splatters mocking the kid's crooked smile. The angel brought the picture closer, his face screwing up. "More like demon."

"Caleb?" Dean clenched his fists.

"Yes." Castiel stood, discarding the picture on the bed. "I don't sense any other demons in the area."

"Caleb isn't a demon." Dean growled.

"You might be wrong about that," Joshua strode towards them.

"What?" Dean glared at his Advisor.

"Not about Caleb." Joshua held out the palm top. "Look at this."

"What the hell?" Dean lifted his gaze to Castiel. "This dot is red like your signature."

"What does that signify?" Castiel asked.

"It means that whoever or whatever that is has a temperature off the charts." Victims of possession ran high fevers for days after the demon was driven out. Depending on the level of the demon, or the length of the possession, there could be permanent damage done to organs like the brain. From the looks of Raphael's host after the angel's departure, and the way Lucifer's meat suit was melting, Dean guessed an angel's vessel was somewhat similar. "Looks like there is another angel or a demon in the mix."

"No other angels are here. As for a demon, I haven't sensed its presence." Castiel was certain . "I would have known as soon as we arrived."

"Perhaps it knows how to shield itself." Joshua looked at Dean. "Cloaking is a coveted and rare talent. One that Malachi Harris possesses."

"Malachi Harris?" Dean ran a hand through his hair. There was a sinking sensation building in the pit of his stomach, a vile thought crystallizing in his mind. From the look on Joshua's face they both coming to the same realization."You don't think…"

"Malachi is also a very talented witch," Joshua said, grimly.

"That slimy bastard tricked us? He was Beckett's mysterious witch all along?" "

"It would explain why none of the covens could root out any betrayers in their ranks. Malachi hasn't belonged to one in over a century." Joshua returned his gaze to the screen. "But to what end? What could he possibly gain?"

"I have no idea, and we don't have time to stand around theorizing," Dean said. Demons had countless agendas. They could fill one page of a journal with what they did know of The Triad. Nothing would surprise him at this point. "We need to move."

"If we're right, this could work to our advantage." Joshua worked the iPod. "There are only two heat signatures in that room, one by all indications is a vampire.

"No low ranking vampire is going to be dealing with our mystery demon/witch." Dean looked at the screen. "It has to be Beckett."

"It would appear that way, and the room isn't guarded."

"Then we go talk to Beckett and find out who his demon associate really is." Taking out Moreau was secondary, but he would know where Sam and Caleb were being held. Dean felt time was ticking against them. He looked to Castiel. "Can you handle a vampire? I don't want to kill him until we have the information we need."

"Of course." Castiel nodded. "Should I take us there?"

"No. Let's do it the good old fashioned way." Dean was in a mood to kick in a door or two. After reaching their target unimpeded he got his chance. The lock gave way on the second try.

"Afternoon boys." Dean brought the Colt up, covering the area in case Riley's gadget missed something.

Malachi Harris was perched on the edge of a large desk. He didn't look surprised or concerned when the two hunters and Castiel crashed the party. If anything, he looked smug. The dark haired man with him was an entirely different story.

Beckett was on his feet in a blur, human face shifting to reveal the monster beneath. Castiel was as quick as promised. He lifted his hand in Beckett's direction and the vampire was flung against the wall, pinned against his fancy tapestry.

"Harris! Do something!"

"It took you long enough." Malachi ignored the vampire's directive. He stood slowly, pulling at the cuffs of his suit jacket. "I was running out of reasons to stall the merriment. I was beginning to think I was going to have to blow my cover."

Dean leveled the Colt on Harris, casting Joshua a quick look over his shoulder. "Seal the door before backup bloodsuckers arrive."

Joshua rested his assault rifle against its chest strap. He dropped the leather bag from his shoulder on the floor, pulling a spray can from inside. The Advisor pushed the door closed, giving the paint a quick shake before using it to draw The Triad symbol on the panels.

Dean waited for him to repeat the now familiar verse in Gaelic. He wasn't sure of the exact translation-hadn't asked. It was enough to know the melodic words invoked The Lady of the Lake to protect her own in the name of Brotherhood.

Joshua handed him the flask and Dean splashed water over the wall, pressing his hand in the center. He willed the silver to come, felt it racing along the lines to trace their sacred symbol. When it was complete the whole room was bathed in a soft blue light. No one would be disturbing them.

"Well done," Malachi clapped. "You are a fast learner, and more powerful than I had hoped."

"What are they doing here, Harris?" Beckett demanded. "You swore your wards were in place. That I was protected!"

"I've been taking acting classes, hoping to broaden my scope in the modeling field into commercial work." Malachi flashed his perfect white teeth at Beckett, straightening his bright red tie. "This role was excellent practice and you believed everything I said."

"You were in on this from the very beginning, Harris?" Dean was doubtful of anything the witch said. Demons had an angle; they had yet to discover Malachi's.

"You can thank me later when I explain everything."

"Thank you?" Dean clenched his jaw. "As soon as I find out where Caleb and Sam are, I'm going to kill you right along with this overgrown tick, no explanation needed."

"Why on earth would you kill me?" Malachi replied, coming off the desk to standing.

"Harris? You work for them?" Beckett seethed.

"No."

"Yes."

Joshua and Malachi answered at the same time.

"Surely you understand the talent of a double agent?" The demon stepped closer to Dean. "Sun Tzu believed they were essential in successful war strategy."

"Where. Are. They." Dean ignored the fact Harris was spouting John Winchester logic, unwilling to waste precious time on the demon witch until his primary objective was met.

"In a secret vault beneath the wine cellar," Malachi answered. "Despite their ill-timed and poorly planned escape attempt, they are relatively unharmed."

"They're below ground," Joshua said. "That's why they didn't register on the radar."

Dean looked at the other hunter. "Radio Ethan. Tell him we've secured Beckett and to start the fireworks."

"You'll never defeat the army I've built," Beckett said.

"An army? You think that's what you've been doing? Recruiting an army?" Dean focused on the vampire. He looked like any number of Wall Street wannabes Dean waded through while fighting the sidewalks of New York. "You've been running a farce of a political campaign. It's pathetic you have no idea the two have absolutely nothing to do with each other. What you've got out there is nothing more than a sporting event. Bloodthirsty bastards who've come to see a show."

"They came…" Beckett stuttered. "They came for me."

"They came because you made them promises you couldn't keep!" Dean shook his head. "You led sheep to a massacre."

"It was the witch's plan to bring the other vampires here." Beckett struggled, but Castiel's abilities held strong.

"Of course it was. For all your plans of greatness, you aren't very bright, Beckett." Malachi turned to Dean. "It will be quite the feather in your cap, Guardian. Bringing the vampire parasites out of hiding, wiping their kind from existence. It's something generations of Triads have tried for, including my own. An excellent way to start your reign as well as a show of power at the beginning of the apocalypse."

"You were using me!" Beckett was just now figuring out how well he'd been played. "The hanging…all the talk of barbaric human justice."

"A hanging is barbaric, as most things circa my original era. However, the pomp and circumstance and time to build a proper gallows were preferable to your plan of taking out The Triad one at a time."

A sudden pounding on the door heralded reinforcements and interrupted any comment Dean might have returned.

"Beckett!" A deep booming voice called from the hallway. "We have a problem on the grounds! We're being attacked. Our security has been breached."

"Beckett? Are you alright?" Another voice followed an attempt to break through the door. "What's going on in there?"

"Brute strength is no match for The Triad," Malachi said. "But Scholar and Knight are still in jeopardy."

"Kill the prisoners!" Beckett shouted, driving home Malachi's point. "Do it now!"

Dean swung his gaze to Moreau. "You really shouldn't have done that."

"You were going to kill me anyway."

"Now you'll never know for sure." Dean lifted Samuel Colt's gun and put a bullet dead center of Beckett's eyebrows. The power of the gun echoed through him, electricity sizzling in the air as Beckett succumbed to its magic. It wasn't the show he wanted, but maybe they'd hang the social-climbing vampire's corpse from the gallows on their way out.

"Samuel's genius never fails to impress me." Malachi sighed. "On that note…"

Malachi was gone before Dean had a chance to aim the weapon at him.

"He knows how and when to make an exit," Joshua said.

"We'll worry about him later." Dean returned the Colt to its holster, looking to Castiel. The vampires speed and strength were what made them formidable adversaries. Beckett's order would be carried out swiftly, giving them little time for human inconveniences. The surge of energy in Dean's ring told him his fear was warranted. "Cas, we need to get down to that vault. Now."

Caleb didn't quite understand what was happening. He had tried to stay awake after Sam passed out, keeping watch as pathetic as it was. He must have drifted off at some point because he was startled from sleep by the crash above them. Then Liam rolled down the stairs, landed in a crouch in front of the blocks, giving only a warning snarl before launching himself towards them.

Caleb managed a brief glance to Sam, who had started to stir at the commotion. He tried to get to his feet, to put himself in between Scholar and charging vampire. Caleb made it to his knees before the blur that was Liam barreled into him, taking them both to the wall with the bone crushing force that claimed The Knight's breath.

He wasn't given a chance to recover as Liam jerked him forward, sending a flurry of punches to his face and gut. Somewhere in the back of his sluggish mind, he wanted to remind Liam if he accidentally killed him it would ruin Beckett's macabre party. Sam's pained yelp had fury replacing concern for his own fate. It also halted Liam's frenzied assault. He let Caleb fall to the dirt floor. The Knight lifted his gaze, squinted through the red haze and black exploding stars to see Kate as she hauled Sam from the ground.

"Where are you going with him?" Liam snapped. "Beckett said to finish it now!"

"No!" Caleb gasped.

"Beckett's dead, you fool!" Kate snarled, hefting Sam over her shoulder. "I'm finishing things my way."

Caleb wanted to cheer the declaration of Moreau's demise, but knew it held no reprieve for them. Sam was in Kate's merciless clutches and he helplessly watched her disappear up the stairs. Caleb's body failed his command to get the fuck up off the floor.

"Arrrhhh! Women!" Liam roared. He picked Caleb up with one hand, taking his anger out on the weakened hunter. The vampire tossed him like a rag doll across the room. Caleb smashed into one of the mysterious wooden barrels, landing amongst its splintered remains like a floundering fish in a dark red puddle. Blood splattered the walls, splashed the ground, and washed over him.

The Knight lay there stunned, coated in gore. The sweet smell of copper was overwhelming, stirring the nausea in his gut. Caleb's fingers twitched trying to find some purchase in the soggy puddle, his will unable to rally any cooperation from his failing body. A vision of himself and Sam that night in Pittsburgh swam unbidden into his mind.

The night they destroyed the nest of vampires Caleb had been bathed in the enemy's blood-literally dripping with it when he and Sam had emerged from the warehouse. He had felt numb just like he did now; his pain of a different kind masked by the rush of adrenaline. Caleb had been trying to escape the unending ache of Dean's death. Now, as he gazed up at Liam, he knew he was facing his own. his death.

"Get it over with," he said.

Liam laughed, suddenly on his knees in the river of blood beside Caleb. He grinned, his fangs descending. "I always did like fondue."

Caleb closed his eyes, enduring the rough, clammy feel of Liam's tongue as it slid over his neck. The vampire was determined to add insult to injury. He waited for the shock of pain, the burning that would ignite through his veins as the monster drained him of his life blood. He sent out a silent prayer it would be quick, Dean would save Sam. It wasn't the blazing end he imagined, but at least he hadn't taken himself out of the game like his coward of a father.

"Damien!"

The sound of his name was echoed by a thud, and a light splash. More wetness splattered his face. Caleb blinked. For a brief moment he wondered if he was already dead. It took a second for Caleb to register Liam's decapitated head rested beside him in the red sea, the vampire's cobalt eyes mirroring The Knight's surprise.

The vampire's body had fallen across Caleb when Dean had taken its head with a manic stroke of his father's broad sword. Dean hefted the corpse by the back of a leather jacket he instantly recognized as belonging to his best friend. He shoved the abomination aside with a disgusted growl, giving a vicious kick to the thing's head. It skittered across the room with all the buoyancy of a basketball.

"Oh God." Blood was everywhere. Caleb was covered in it. Dean dropped to The Knight's side, hands going to Caleb's neck, frantically searching for a pulse. "Damien? Come on, man. Please don't do this."

"I can't find where the blood is coming from." Joshua was on his knees, hands skimming over Caleb's head, and chest. "Where's the fucking wound?"

Dean winced at his Advisor's untypical profanity. No one could lose this much blood and live.

"It isn't his," Castiel said. He was standing behind Dean, hovering over them. "The blood is human."

"It's human?" Dean kept his hand on Caleb as he looked up at the angel. An irrational desire to punch Castiel battled with an equally disturbing one of wanting to hug the angel.

"Yes." Castiel inclined his head to Caleb. "His heart's beating, he's breathing. See for yourself."

Dean let out a watery laugh as his best friend's chest moved with breath. "Damn it, Damien, you scared the shit out of me."

"Sam." Caleb shifted with a groan. "Deuce…help him."

"Don't move." Joshua gripped Caleb's shoulder with one hand, the other disappearing into the bag at his side to reappear with wire cutters.

"Where's Sam, Damien?" Dean looked around. There was no sign of his brother. The brief moment of relief was snatched away by fear.

"Kate…she took him." Caleb's voice was weak and scratchy. He couldn't hold back the hiss of pain as Joshua removed the metal bands from his wrists.

"Kate?" Dean quickly stripped out of his jacket, covering Caleb with it as he exchanged another look with Joshua.

Caleb coughed, his face twisting with pain. "Daniel Elkins's Kate."

"Sonofabitch." It was the night for bizarre twists and surprises. Dean was wrong about nothing having the ability to surpise him, but then again Kate was likely to return sooner or later considering the circumstances surrounding their last meeting. Dean would just once liked to have been privy to the punch line.

"I take it that makes sense and he's not just delusional with pain?" Joshua asked, tossing the restraints to the side.

"It makes sense," Dean said. "I need to get to Sam."

"I'm sorry," Caleb said.

"Take it easy, Damien. We're going to get you out of here. Sam and I will be right behind you." Dean turned to Castiel. "Take him to Mac."

"Deuce?" Caleb's sticky fingers brushed against Dean's sleeve. "Kate…"

"Is a crazy revenge-bent bitch?" Dean clasped his friend's blood slicked hand, swallowing hard when Caleb returned his firm grip. "Don't worry, Damien. I know."

"Be careful…she's gunning for you." Caleb blinked struggling to stay with them.

"I'm Michael's vessel. The Guardian of The Brotherhood, not to mention being top of Hell's Most Wanted list. Who the fuck isn't gunning for me these days?" Dean gently placed Caleb's hand back on the ground, tucking his jacket around him. He squeezed the Knight's shoulder, giving a forced grin. "Tell me something I don't know, Man."

"Demon tastes like prime rib," Caleb muttered. He closed his eyes, losing the fight to remain conscious.

"Now he's delusional." Dean met Joshua's concerned gaze.

The frigid night air roused Sam, but the gunfire elicited the adrenaline he needed to put up a fight. Kate was practically dragging him. She had his bound wrists in her steel-trap grip, keeping a brutal pace as she carried them forward, sticking close to the perimeter of the house. Sam tried to dig his heels in, but the snow gave him no traction.

The courtyard was lit by rows of wrought iron lanterns. Sam could make out the swarms of people, yelling, shouting. It reminded him of a Civil War battle reenactment Pastor Jim had once taken them to. There were no delineating uniforms, no booming cannons, but he caught the flash of swords. The sound of semi-automatics gave him hope. The Calvary had arrived in the form of hunters. "Dean."

"Dean isn't going to help you!" Kate yanked him, pain flaring from his shoulder and chest. The gray of unconsciousness framed his vision. The vampire was supporting most of his weight now, but still she moved faster, staying in the shadows of the eaves. "Just like he didn't help your pal, The Knight."

Thoughts of Caleb sparked more pain. Sam desperately reached for their shared telepathic link, darkness threatening to swallow him. He prayed the gaping void that responded was a side effect of blood loss and exhaustion. He didn't want to think about Liam and Caleb alone in the tiny, underground room.

"Where …are you taking me?"

"To the gallows." Kate's laugh was wrong, like the ones Sam had heard echoed in the halls of the mental institution when he and Dean had gone undercover.

"Give it…up." Sam stumbled along. He could barely hear his own voice, his tongue felt thick, like he was drugged. "Let me go."

Kate heard him over the melee. She growled, keeping up their momentum. "Not until it's finished."

"If you let me go now…you might have a chance." Sam wanted it to be finished. He was hurting, tired. The gunfire was constant now. It was a good thing they were out in the middle of nowhere. A battle would be hard to explain.

"Never say die. Isn't that what you hunters say?" Kate shook him.

Sam, without the advantage of vampire senses, barely heard her over the war taking place around them. An arrow struck the wall of the house missing Kate's head by only inches. She didn't seem concerned for her own fate or for that of her fellow kin.

"A good hunter realizes when he's on a suicide mission," Sam muttered, knowing the vampire would hear. His last hope was to rattle her, play on her weakness. "Dean's going to kill you with that Colt, just like Dad did Luther."

"Shut up!" Kate punched him in the head. Sam saw flashes of red, but Kate kept him on his feet. They made a sharp turn that took them away from the battle, into a clearing. In the center of the field, Sam could make out a wooden structure standing against the white landscape. It wasn't lit by modern lighting like the front of the mansion, but bathed in firelight from burning torches. His vision blurred, but through the haze Sam blinked the twin ropes into focus.

"Don't worry, Winchester. I'm sure it will be quick."

Sam stumbled up the stairs of the platform, Kate's resolve unwavering as she pushed him from behind.

"It won't be as dramatic as Luther's end, but dead is dead." She let go suddenly and Sam landed hard on his knees, falling the rest of the way to the rough hewn floor. "Your brother won't notice the difference. I'll wait for him to find you, then I'll finish him. Not with The Colt like I'd planned, but this will be poetic enough."

Sam managed to roll onto his back. Kate had Caleb's knife. He licked his lips, giving a slight shake of his head. "With that you have to get close to my brother…you're not that good."

"I am that good." Kate crouched beside him, her free hand fisted in his shirt. "You hunters might have marked him as alpha dog, but he's still a mangy human."

"My money is on Dean." Sam managed a grin that had the color of Kate's irises disappearing behind a curtain of black.

She let out a menacing growl, her upper lip curling, fangs showing. "I could just tear your heart out and be done with it."

"That's not going to happen."

Dean's voice had them both looking up. Sam's brother was on the stairs, Joshua just a step behind him. The Colt was already in Dean's hand as he made it to the platform. He was fast, but Kate was faster. She stayed on her knees, twisting so that Sam's upper body was in front of her like a shield. She clamped an arm around Sam's throat.

"Stay back!" she warned. "I'll break his neck."

"Haven't we seen this exact scene played out before, Lady?" Dean briefly met Sam's gaze as he stepped closer to them. He raised his right arm, aiming the gun at Kate's head. "We both know it's not going to end well for you."

The laugh was back, quieter now, but just as insane. Sam shivered as Kate's lips brushed against his cheek; her words strangely cool in his ear. "I think this is close enough, Sam. Don't, you?"

"Dean!" Sam realized a moment too late what the bitch intended to do.

Kate's left arm tightened around Sam, but her right hand moved with all the fluidity and speed her animalistic genes allowed her. She flung The Dragon's Talon with deadly force and exact precision. It sliced through the air arcing towards Dean's chest, aimed right for his heart.

Sam waited for the impact, flinched when the distinct sound of steel entering flesh resounded around them with a cinematic-worthy dull thud. He felt Kate release him, her shout of outrage mixing with his own strangled cry of, "No!"

Dean had been solely focused on the point between Kate's eyebrows, completely intent on putting a bullet in her brain. His father had made the same kind of shot with Luther, no hesitation, no commentary. Dean was not his father. Kate was not her mate. She surprised Dean. Damien was right to warn him, the bitch was gunning for him.

Hindsight wasn't worth a fuck.

The knife hurtling towards him was proof of that. There was no way Dean could risk a shot, all the variables having changed in a breath of a second. Dean was going to die. He only hoped Joshua put a wooden arrow in Kate's heart before she had a chance to regroup.

The force that slammed into him was surprising, stealing his breath as he landed on his back against the plank floor. A heavy weight spread from his chest, a leaden blanket over his entire body. Thick, black smoke curled around him, filling his vision before disappearing into the black night above him. He waited for the pain of the wrack, thinking he was surely on his way back to Hell, but no agony consumed him.

"What the…?"

"Dean!" Sam's voice had Dean refocusing, pulling in precious oxygen.

He was alive.

Dean opened his eyes blinked, understanding the pressure was a limp body on top of him. He recognized the blond hair, the vacant blue eyes. He shoved Malachi Harris's meat suit off, and rolled to his side. "Sammy."

"I'd advise you to not even think about moving a muscle."

Dean thought Joshua was talking to him, but realized his Advisor had Kate in his crosshairs. She was still staring at Malachi Harris with complete bafflement. The man had ruined her sweet moment of revenge.

Sam had managed to get away from her, crawling his way toward Dean. "You okay?"

The question was ridiculous coming from Sam, bruised and bloodied, looking as if he might fall over if Dean breathed on him too hard. "Thanks to quick demon reflexes, I'm good."

"Who…what was that?" Sam frowned in confusion, not recognizing Harris, having never had the pleasure. Dean assumed the demon inside had escaped considering the body he had been using didn't disintegrate like the others they had killed with the Knight's blade. Harris's sense of self-preservation and timing was proving impeccable. His motives however were still a mystery.

"Long story, Bro. I'll fill you in later." Dean made it to his knees, grasping Sam's shoulder. He eased his brother down to the ground. "Sit tight. I've got to finish some Guardian business and we'll get you the hell out of here."

"Caleb?"

"Is fine. Castiel took him to Mac." Dean still had his hand on the Colt. He aimed it at Kate as he stood. "Time for you to join your mate."

"Wait!"

Dean didn't look up from Kate at the sound of the female voice, but he did hesitate pulling the trigger. "Stay out of this, Lenore."

"There has been enough killing." Lenore stepped past Joshua, putting herself between the hunter and Kate. She faced Dean. "Self-defense is one thing, protecting your own another, but vengeance is a completely different thing. I imagined The Guardian of The Brotherhood would be above something so petty."

"You thought wrong." Dean's finger tightened on the trigger.

"Let us handle our own problems," Lenore tried. "You have your brothers back. This battle is over."

"It is not over until I say it is over." Lenore was asking him to go against every instinct. The enemy was in the palm of his hand and a part of Dean cheered for him to end them.

"Then say it." Lenore moved quickly, blocking Dean's shot. Her eyes were pleading as she moved toward him with an extended hand. It was the only distraction Kate needed. She was on her feet and running. Joshua's arrow thwacked into the wooden slats where she had been kneeling seconds before.

"Goddamn it, Lenore." Dean lowered the Colt. "This wasn't part of the deal."

"There's no need for swearing. We'll catch up to her. I promise." Lenore pointed to the radio at Dean's side. "End this, Dean. Please."

Dean lifted his head, the sounds of battle raging around him. He growled, taking the walkie-talkie. "Porter, Ethan, stand down. Order the men to fall back. I repeat, fall back."

Lenore nodded. "Thank you."

"I didn't do it for you." Dean put the radio away. He glanced at Sam, struggling to stay upright. "I have higher priorities than erasing your kind from the face of the planet."

"Beckett and Kate are the worst of us. You and I have proven that it is possible for vampire and hunter to come to an understanding. Beckett's plan was wrong, but vampires uniting might not be such a bad thing. If they were capable of allegiance..."

"Go back to your farm, Lenore. Stick to your fucking diet." Dean reached down to help Sam up. Joshua came over to help. "This was a onetime gig. I promised your family immunity. After tonight, all other vampires are fair game."

"Perhaps in time you'll feel differently..."

Dean tightened his grip around Sam's waist. His brother's head lolled forward, revealing the undeniable marks on Sam's neck. "I don't think so."