Here's Chapter two for those who have read so far. This is from the episode Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things. So here's to some good old fashioned monster hunting and Sam x Lenore goodness. Also I don't have chocolate milk this time *cries anime tears.* I did watch season 3 of Adventure Time though so I guess that makes up for it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Also, am I the only one that thinks Colt plus Gabriel equals dead Lucifer?

Chapter Two

As the sun rose over the back roads of the American Midwest, an antique black car thundered over the asphalt. The Impala's engine hummed as gas was pumped into it by Dean. Intent on the road ahead, he missed the subtle vibrating of Sam's phone as he got yet another text. Sam opened his phone, scanned the message and replied quickly, sending his answer with the push of a few buttons.

"Cmon Sam. I'm begging you. This is stupid," Dean said suddenly.

"Why," asked Sam, bewildered?

"Going to visit mom's grave," Dean asked rhetorically? "She doesn't even have a grave. There was no body left after the fire."

Sam answered matter -of-factly, "She has a headstone."

"Yeah. Put up by our uncle, a man we've never even met. You wanna pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger? C'mon."

"Dean, that's not the point."

"Well then, enlighten me Sam."

"It's not about a body or a casket. It's about her memory. Ok?" Dean shrugged sarcastically. "And after dad it just feels like the right thing to do."

"It's irrational, is what it is."

"Look man, no one asked you to come."

At that Sam's phone vibrated again and this time Dean noticed it. As Sam opened his phone, Dean got a quick look at the message. Are you ok?, it said.

"Who you keep texting anyway," Dean asked casually? "Still talking to some of those college buddies?"

Sam shifted uncomfortably, as if caught doing something he shouldn't. "No," he answered slowly. "Just a friend."

"We don't have friends Sam, so spill," Dean ordered teasingly. "Some girl at one of the bars we've been to? Or maybe it's that Sarah girl from New York. I remember you had a real thing for her."

"No, umm," Sam fumbled. He knew he wasn't going to be able to keep this from Dean forever. He also knew Dean wouldn't be happy about it. "It's Lenore."

Dean's head turned so fast that Sam was amazed he didn't have whiplash. "Are you insane Sam? She's a vampire. We almost killed her and her friends and suddenly you and her are texting buddies? Since when has this been going on," he demanded?

"Ever since we rescued her from Gordon," Sam admitted. "I got her number in case Gordon or some other hunter came after her again and we just started talking.

"So you're BFF's with a vampire now, is that it," Dean accused.

"Lenore isn't some random fang preying on people and you know that Dean so don't be so judgmental. Besides it's not like we don't need as many friends as we can get if we're hunting down the yellow- eyed demon," Sam reasoned.

"Well you're right on that," Dean agreed and kept driving towards Kansas.

At the cemetery

After tearfully burying his dad's dog tags at the headstone, Dean noticed the dead plants in a perfect circle around a fresh grave. After doing some investigating, he told Sam his findings. Sam was skeptical and thought Dean was just trying to cope. As the Winchester drove to meet the father of the deceased, Sam sent a quick text to Lenore: Possible hunt in Kansas. Checking it out with Dean.

A few moments later, a reply came in: In the town where your mom is buried? That seems odd.

No kidding. Dean is serious about it though.

You need help? I'm in Oklahoma right now.

Maybe. I don't want to waste your time if it's nothing. I'll let you know later.

Ok.

How're you holding up after Eli?

I'll be fine. We weren't mates so his death wasn't a huge blow for me. Still hurt though. He was a good friend.

I'm sorry. I didn't think Gordon would be on the trail so quickly.

It's fine. A broken leg and two broken ribs will slow him down for quite a while.

I'm just glad you're ok.

"Sam. Quit sweet talking your blood-sucking girlfriend. We're here," Dean stated.

Sam rolled his eyes and put his phone away, "So what are we going as today. Cops? Lawyers? Insurance agents,"

Dean smiled about his favorite part of his job: impersonating other people. "Nahh. I figure we go simple this time. Friends of the deceased."

"You know that requires some knowledge of the deceased, which we have none," Sam reasoned.

"The man's grieving Sam. Nothing we can't wing."

In the hotel room

After Dean left to go get his drink, Sam sat by himself, wishing he knew how to help Dean get through this. He lost both mom and dad to the yellow-eyed demon and instead of dealing with it in a healthy way, he pushed down the pain and went for more dangerous hunts to cope. The alcohol didn't help either.

As Sam contemplated his problem, a knock sounded on the door. Sam knew Dean wouldn't be back for some time and he wouldn't have knocked. Grabbing his pistol from their bags, Sam approached the door slowly before asking, "Who is it?"

"Housekeeping," came the reply.

Years of hotel stays taught Sam that housekeeping didn't work this late. He opened the door, prepared to fight whoever had come after them. Sam had a long list of people that would want to get even with the Winchesters. Demons, Shapeshifters, hell, even Gordon would want some payback. He wasn't prepared for what lay on the other side of that door, however.

The long dark hair, deep blue eyes, and dazzling smile that Sam's hadn't been able to get out of his mind stood at his door, looking at him. "Lenore," Sam exclaimed. "I thought you were in Oklahoma."

"Yeah that got boring. Nothing but mountains and hillbillys. Not even a decent pig to enjoy," She said stepping into his room. Sam followed her, closing the door. When she heard the lock click she turned around and hugged the taller man. Sam returned the hug, finding comfort in her presence. "I'm sorry about your mom , Sam. I just had to come and make sure you were ok."

"Thanks. I needed that," Sam answered, breaking from the hug and sitting on the bed.

Lenore sat next to him. "So did the hunt pan out yet?"

"I don't think there is a hunt here. I think Dean is deflecting."

Smiling, Lenore answered, "Well he doesn't exactly have someone that he can talk to that relates, besides you. But Dean's not the open up type."

"No he's not," Sam agreed.

"How'd you even find out where we were?"

"Vampire nose," she whispered. "Trade secret, that."

"I forgot about that one."

"That's ok. It's not like we vampires shout our abilities for all the world to hear." She reached out and grabbed Sam's chin. "Are you really ok Sam? Losing your dad, then coming to the place that reopens the wounds losing your mom caused, that doesn't exactly scream fun road trip."

Grabbing her hand, rubbing it with his thumb unconsciously, Sam replied, "I'm dealing. I'm just worried about Dean."

"I'm sure he'll be fine. He just needs time Sam. You're there for him as well. From what you told me Dean practically worshipped your dad. His loss will hurt for some time. Once you kill that demon I bet Dean will feel better."

"You're probably right," Sam agreed, staring at her eyes. As he watched her eyes lowered to his lips and she brought her face to his before kissing him slowly. Sam returned the kiss blissfully before his brain turned back on and Sam pulled away quickly and walked over to the window, missing the look of hurt that passed over Lenore's face.

"What's wrong Sam," she asked? He remained silent, trying to put his thoughts in order before potentially hurting the powerful vampire he had befriended and who obviously wanted more. His silence only made her fill the silence with her hidden fears. "Is it because I'm a vampire? That I have to drink blood to survive? Are you disgusted by me Sam?"

Sam turned around in alarm. He hadn't meant for her to take his silence as dismissal or worse as she was. He walked to the bed and tried to grab her hand but she pulled it from his grasp and turned away. Sam grabbed her shoulders and forced her to turn towards him. She reacted violently, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him down onto his back on the bed, pinned by her strong grip on his neck, her fangs descended in her rage. Sam simply looked at her. He looked right into the blood drinker's eyes. He wasn't afraid. He wasn't disgusted. He just smiled.

Lenore saw his smile and felt her stomach do a backflip. That smile made her weak at the knees, not that Sam would EVER know that. She retracted her fangs, her anger at him fading. After removing her hand from around his neck, she moved off him and walked to the window, trying to get her emotions under control.

Sam simply watched her struggle with her duality, the vampire that thirsted for his blood and the human that he now realized thirsted for him. "Lenore, you know I don't have a problem with who you are, what you are, and what you drink. I just think this is a little fast for me. My head is spinning here. I just need some time. To think things through," he tried to explain.

Lenore simply took a deep breath at hearing Sam's words. The tension in her shoulders relaxed as he eased her fears. She turned around and gave him a smile that made his stomach do a backflip. She walked over and sat next to him and hugged him, burying her head into him like when he had saved her life. She sighed contently, before looking into his eyes and nodding, understanding. While she was a creature of impulse and instinct, Sam was a thinker. He had plans and he liked it that way. Sam just wanted time to think about their potential. She would let him have that. She also knew Dean would play a huge role in how they interacted. While Dean had saved her life with Sam, she held no illusions about how he would feel about his baby brother being with a vampire, or having to be around one for any length of time, even though she wouldn't be trying to snack on the boys.

They sat on the bed, entwined in each others arms till Lenore felt Sam's pulse slow down and his weight lean into her more. She looked at him and suppressed a laugh. Sam had fallen asleep on her. She loved it. For the battle-hardened Winchester to fall asleep on her meant he was completely comfortable with her and trusted her with his life. Such a small gesture meant volumes to her. She slowly and carefully disentangled herself with Sam and laid him gently on the bed so he could get some good rest. She lay in the bed next to him and was surprised when Sam's arm had pulled her against him in sleep. Her smile stayed on her face as she fell asleep next to him.

The next morning…

Dean was not a patient man. This was only made worse when it dealt with the things in the night he hunted with extreme prejudice. Sam questioning how he did his job had thoroughly annoyed him to the point he had went to a bar and hooked up with a cute red head at the university to blow off steam. He was feeling pretty good when he walked into the room and all his good feelings went straight down the drain.

Here, in his room, was the vampire he had helped save a few weeks back. To make matters worse, she was in Sam's bed, asleep, curled up with him. The whole scene before him screamed 'WRONG.' Every fiber in his being wanted to cut her head off right there and then beat Sam into the next decade. He had already punched Sam once this month. He was still wary of Sam deciding he wanted to even the score. Damn if his little brother didn't hit hard. He took a deep breath to calm himself and decided he'd play this cool. He needed Sam more than ever after their Dad died and he wasn't about to drive Sam off because of some vampire chick.

Dean kicked the bed and said, "Rise and shine Sammy."

Sam simply groaned in response. He noticed Lenore and had a confused look on his face. Dean watched, amused, as Sam checked to see if his clothes were still on and almost laughed when he saw Sam let out a relieved sigh. Leave it to his gargantuan brother to be happy about not getting laid.

Lenore just looked at the clock and flopped back onto the pillow. Sam slowly woke up and started brushing his teeth. As he did this Dean said, "So there is a job here. You know that girl that died in the car crash? Turns out, her boyfriend committed suicide last night. Slit his own throat. Because that's normal."

Sam rinsed his mouth and replied, "OK you were right."

Dean just continued on, "And he was seeing Angela everywhere he went. But that's probably just me transferring my feelings of grief."

"Ok Dean. I get it."

"Can you both shut up," came Lenore's muffled voice from the pillow?

"Right well let's go get some breakfast. Lenore can visit the local animal shelter," Dean joked.

"Die in a-" Lenore stopped herself before she said 'fire.' Sam was already sad about his mom without bringing it up inadvertently.

Dean ignored her and dragged Sam out of the room and to the local diner, leaving Lenore to find her own breakfast.

The next day

Talking to Angela's friend was a dead end and so was trying to burn her bones. Her body was gone. And inscribed in her coffin were Greek Necromancy symbols. Dean went to talk to the father, convinced it was him and scared the man so bad he tried calling the police. They left after seeing healthy plants in the house. Lenore didn't go inside but with her heightened senses she could hear every word. She also heard Sam admit he was afraid of losing Dean to his reckless attitude lately. She had to fight not to go to him. Sam needed to handle Dean on his own; her presence would only make it worse to the grieving hunter.

Once they returned to the hotel, Lenore had decided to make her presence known. She helped the Winchesters research zombie lore and almost punched Dean when he asked it she felt bad hunting down her cousin. They determined silver was the most likely way to kill a zombie and loaded up their guns, Sam giving his personal one to Lenore.

The snuck into Neil's house, searching for the zombie. Dean couldn't help with the jokes. "Neil," he shouted? "It's your grief counselors. We've come to hug." When there was no answer, the three slowly moved through the house. Dean whispered, "Yatzee," when he saw the dead plants and when he saw the dead bolt on the basement door he looked at Sam and said, "Unless that's where he keeps his porn…"

They searched the basement and found an "empty zombie den" according to Sam. "Could she be going after someone," asked Lenore?

Dean messed with a nearby vent shaft cover and found it barely holding to the wall and leading to the outside. "Nahh I think she went out to rent Beaches."

"Look smartass, she might kill someone. We gotta find her Dean," Sam said, annoyed.

"Yeah," Dean admitted, defeated. "Ok so she clipped Matt because he was cheating, right?"

"Yeah," replied Sam.

"Well it takes two to, you know, have hardcore sex." Sam and Lenore gave him a "really?" look. "I don't know it just seems that Angela's roommate was really broken up over Matt's death."

Lenore asked, "So you think she's the next target?"

Dean said, "I mean, REALLY broken up." And they left to find the roommate.

They found zombie Angela about to cut herself a slice, literally, of her roommate with a pair of scissors. Dean aimed and shot her twice. Angela turned around and was shot again before fleeing through the back door. Dean gave chase while Sam protected the roommate. Dean came back swearing, "Damn that dead chick can run."

Lenore finally walked through the back door where Dean came through and said, "I lost her too. She really can move."

Sam asked, "What now?"

Dean replied, "I say we have a chat with Neil," and left Sam and Lenore to tend to the girl.

As they drove the Impala to the college, looking for Neil, Sam was nose deep in their dad's journal, looking for another way to kill the zombie. "So the silver bullets did something right?"

Dean agreed, saying, "Yeah, something, but not enough. What else you got?"

Sam poured over the lore again and found something similar. "OK, besides silver we have 'nailing the undead back into their gravebeds.' It's mentioned a few times. It's probably where the vampire staking lore came from."

"For which I'm grateful," Lenore chimed in.

Dean only became more agitated. "Gravebeds? You serious? How the hell are we gonna get Angela back to the cemetery?"

Lenore tapped Sam on the shoulder from the backseat and whispered, "I have an idea."

At the Cemetery

After confronting Neil and lying about the magical ritual, the trio set up a fake but convincing looking ritual and waited for Angela to show up. Suddenly they heard a noise and Sam unsafetied his pistol and carefully approached where the noise had come from. After entering the tree line Angela tried to sneak up on Sam. When that didn't work she tried pleading with him. Sam simply shot her in the forehead. About three seconds after being shot Angela recovered and Sam took off, running towards Dean and Lenore.

Being faster, Angela tripped Sam and a crack could be heard throughout the graveyard as Sam's wrist snapped from the fall and Sam yelled in agony. Angela leapt onto Sam's back, grabbed his head, and started twisting, trying to break it. Suddenly, Lenore came hurling at the undead woman, vampire fangs bared, and tackled her off Sam. Lenore started beating Angela with all the anger and vampire strength she possessed. When Angela went limp, Lenore hesitated for a split second, but that was all Angela needed. Kicking Lenore off her, she ran at Sam, intent on finishing the job. Dean appeared behind her and started shooting silver into her decaying body. Angela fell back from each impact until she fell straight into her casket. As Lenore ran to tend to Sam, Dean rushed into the grave and staked Angela. As he drove it deeper, she yelled for him to stop, but Dean was unmoved. He drove it through her with one last push and ended her undead existence. And classic Dean had a one liner for the situation, "What's dead should stay dead."

Getting out from the grave Dean ran to where Sam lay and Lenore tried to ease his pain. Sam was cradling his wrist, but the skin wasn't broken and the bone wasn't poking through. All good signs.

"Dean, his wrist is broken," Lenore reported. "We have to get him to a hospital."

Dean looked at his brother in pain, guilt painted all over his features. When Dean looked like he was going to fall apart Lenore slapped him, hard. "Focus Dean. I'll get him to the Impala. You have to get him to the hospital. I'll clean up here." She said with authority born out of her desperate worry for Sam. She wanted to go with him, but hospitals, with all that blood, well she didn't want to take chances. Also Dean had all the knowledge of the fake Id's Sam and him would use at the hospital.

Dean seemed to come to himself after the slap and ran to the Impala, bringing the engine to life with a roar, and opened the passenger door from the inside, waiting for Sam to be brought to him.

Lenore simply knelt down and whispered, "It's going to be ok Sam. Dean's going to get you help. I know this will hurt but bear it for a little while." She whispered something else in a language Sam didn't understand. Even if he did he wouldn't have comprehended it in the haze of pain emanating from his wrist. Lenore picked him up, bridal style, and carried him quickly to the Impala, trying not to jostle him as she walked. After setting him inside the antique car and watching them drive off towards the nearest hospital, Lenore started clearing the graveyard of all traces they were there, and worked until dawn.

A few days and a cast later, Sam was released from the hospital. Lenore and Sam tried to convince Dean to visit Mary's grave once more but Dean was adamant they move onto the next hunt. Lenore took her own truck and followed the Winchesters. She wouldn't leave until she knew that Sam was completely healed.

As the miles past by in the Impala, Dean couldn't take it anymore and pulled over. Getting out of the car, he sat on the hood. Sam followed, worried and asked him what was wrong. Dean apologized for his erratic behavior and told Sam how he felt: how he blamed himself for their dad's death, how he felt he shouldn't be alive, how he was certain John had traded his life and the Colt for Dean's life, and how it ate him up inside. Sam listened patiently for Dean to finish. Finally, Dean simply asked Sam, as a single tear fell from his eye, "What could you possibly say to make that alright?"

Sam had no words for Dean, no matter how hard he tried. He was happy that Dean had let him in and Sam wished he could lift the ever increasing burden from his brother's shoulders. As they sat in silence, waiting for Lenore to catch up, Sam and Dean watched the sun set over the mountains, and the full moon rise.