Boris ducked into the darkness and disappeared after a few ups and downs.
Dean slid along the wall and sat on the ground, covering his neck with his hands, his fingertips stained with blood. He looked up at Sam and said in a weak voice, "Sam..."
Sam stood in front of him, with not much emotion on his face, only his brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were so deep that he couldn't see the bottom of his eyes. Dean looked at his calm face, the pain of the wound mixed with an indescribable chill in his heart, and slowly sank.
In the motel room late at night, Dean was curled up beside the bed, shaking all over.
The desk lamp in the room was so bright that he raised his hands to shield his eyes. His ears were filled with noisy sounds - the footsteps in the corridor, the sound of the TV in the next room, the sound of water pipes running in the wall, and the steady heartbeat of Sam. All the sounds were amplified countless times, hitting his eardrums like a hammer.
"Oh my god... what is that sound?" He held his head, his voice filled with panic.
"What's the sound, Dean?" Sam sat at the table, his tone so calm that it was almost indifferent.
"What?" Dean raised his head suddenly, his eyes bloodshot, "Hey, can you please lower your voice? Damn it, it's so noisy. And that light, please turn it off, please."
Sam walked over and turned off the desk lamp, leaving only the street light coming from the window in the room.
Dean was panting, still feeling a splitting headache. He could clearly hear Sam's heartbeat, steady and powerful, with the sound of warm blood flowing, tempting the thirst in his throat, like a claw scratching his throat.
"Dean, sit down." Sam reached out to help him.
"Sit down." Dean waved his hand away, his tone irritated and desperate, "There are so many ways to die, I never thought I would die like this. Samuel will definitely kill me when he comes."
"He won't."
"He will," Dean gasped, his eyes distracted, "Because I will beg him to do it, but you can't."
"Wait, don't worry yet."
"What are you waiting for? Ah?" Dean stood up suddenly and stared at Sam with a bit of disbelief in his eyes, "Why are you not panicking at all? I can hear your heartbeat, it's as steady as if nothing is wrong."
"I'm just trying to stay calm." Sam met his gaze, his tone still calm, "Dean, Samuel will find a way, let's think of a solution first."
"What can you do?" Dean pointed at his neck, his voice trembling, "I have turned into a monster, Sam. This is not a trivial matter that can be thought about blindly. We must solve it quickly before I hurt anyone."
He held his head in his hands, his knuckles clenched until they turned white, and fear and disgust surged in his heart - he had been killing monsters all his life, and it was a big joke that he ended up like this.
He even thought, if Bai Haorui were here, would he be able to see the problem at a glance, and would there be a way to save him? But then he thought and smiled bitterly, he really turned into a monster, and it was useless for anyone to come.
"How do you feel?" Sam asked.
"What do you think?" Dean raised his head suddenly, with an angry tone, "Now that you think about it, you asked me how I feel?"
"I mean physically."
"What do you think? It's terrible." Dean gasped, turned and walked to the bathroom, "I'm going to the bathroom, okay? Let me tell you, vampires also have to pee."
He slammed the bathroom door and locked it.
Dean rushed to the sink, turned on the cold water and poured it on his face. The cold water made him sober up a little. He looked up at the mirror, his pupils were dilated, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and sharp fangs were slowly growing in place of the canine teeth.
His heart sank, and he reached out and touched the fangs, feeling a hard touch on his fingertips.
Panic flooded him like a tide - he couldn't become like this, couldn't become the thing he hated most.
He can't stay here, he can't stay with Sam, if he loses control and hurts him...
He wiped his face, opened the window and climbed out. The night wind blew on his face, but it couldn't suppress the thirst in his throat.
There was only one thought in his mind: to see Lisa for the last time, and then end it on his own.
Even if I die, I will definitely die after seeing Lisa and Ben.
Dean stood outside the bedroom window of Lisa's house, looking at Lisa sleeping soundly on the bed, feeling sour and bitter in his heart.
He climbed through the window and went in, his steps were very light, but Lisa still woke up.
"Dean?" Lisa rubbed his eyes and sat up. When he saw it was him, he smiled softly, "Hey, I thought you would have to come in two days."
"Well, I want to come and see you." Dean sat on the edge of the bed, trying to stay as far away from her as possible, not daring to look at her neck.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Lisa noticed something was wrong with him and came over to touch his face.
"Listen to me," Dean dodged her hand, his voice hoarse, "It's not important. But I want you to know... You and Ben, thank you. Thank you for everything you have done for me."
Lisa's smile disappeared, and worry appeared on his face. "Dean, you scared me."
Dean Looking at her worried face, the thirst in his throat became stronger and stronger. He could smell the sweet smell of blood under her skin, and his fangs came out uncontrollably.
He was startled, turned his face away suddenly, and twitched his lips in a self-deprecating tone. "Oh my God, I have become Pattinson."
"What?"
"Nothing." Dean stood up and stepped back, "I have to go."
"No!" Lisa also got out of bed and grabbed him, "You can't just come and leave like this. What happened?"
"Believe me, I don't want to do this either." Dean didn't dare to break away for fear of losing control.
The scent of blood became stronger and stronger, and the strings in Dean's mind snapped. He pressed Lisa against the wall, his hands pinching her shoulders, and his fangs were completely exposed.
But looking at Lisa's frightened eyes, he suddenly woke up, suddenly let go of his hand, and took several steps back.
"Dean?" Lisa's voice trembled with fear.
"I have to go." Dean's voice was hoarse, and he turned around and rushed out of the room.
In the living room, Ben heard the noise and came out, rubbing his eyes. "Dean? I seem to hear you..."
"Ben, stay there and don't move." Dean stopped and did not look back.
"What's wrong?" Ben took a step forward.
"I said stay there!" Dean turned back sharply, the ferocity in his eyes startled Ben.
When he saw Ben's pale face, he felt nervous - he had almost hurt Lisa just now, and now he had scared the child. He was indeed a disaster, bringing danger wherever he went. He said no more, turned around and rushed out.
Samuel opened the door and walked in with a gloomy expression. He glanced at the empty bed, turned to Sam, and said in a stern tone, "Can't you even watch your brother? He is no longer himself, Sam. He is a monster, and he is very hungry. We have to be prepared and do what we need to do."
"I didn't expect him to run away directly..." Sam frowned.
"I knew he would kill me when he came."
Suddenly the voice of Dean came from the corner.
The two men suddenly turned their heads and saw Dean leaning in the shadow of the corner, looking miserable, with blood still oozing from the wound on his neck, and a look of despair in his eyes.
Samuel immediately raised the knife, and Sam also tensed up.
"Have you sucked blood?" Samuel said in a cold voice.
"I'm going to say goodbye to Lisa," Dean twitched his lips and smiled ugly, "To be honest, this is a terrible idea. Don't worry, I didn't bite anyone. But... it was almost."
Samuel breathed a sigh of relief and put down the knife, "Thank God."
"Okay, let's do it." Dean closed his eyes.
"Okay, if you insist." Samuel paused, "Or, I can change you back."
Dean opened his eyes suddenly, thinking he heard wrongly, "What?"
Sam also showed a surprised expression. "What?"
"I didn't come all the way here to kill you, Dean." Samuel threw the old book in his hand on the table, "I came to save you. This is my grandfather's diary, and the antidote is Campbell's old prescription, which is like a soup recipe. No one has tried it for how long. I heard that the process is quite uncomfortable."
"That's great." Dean twitched his lips.
"Listen, the antidote works, but only if you have never sucked human blood." Samuel stared at him with serious eyes, "Not even a drop will work. As long as you drink it, it will be completely useless. The desire to suck blood will become stronger and stronger. It is only a matter of time."
"I know. What else do you need?" Dean didn't want to dwell on this and just asked the key points.
"We have some things, and some have to be found." Samuel clicked on the diary, "The most difficult thing is the blood of the vampire who transformed you."
"That guy is big." Sam interjected.
"Fang Zi didn't say it should be simple." Samuel shrugged.
"I can get it." Dean said suddenly.
"Are you going to break in directly?" Sam frowned.
"I am one of them now, right?" Dean twitched his lips, "I just need to go in, lure him out alone, inject him with enough dead blood, and make sure he feels as good as joining a fraternity."
"I'll go with you."
"No." Dean immediately refused, "Brother, you smell too human, like a walking hamburger. I have to go alone."
"But we still haven't found where their lair is."
"It's a small thing." Dean sniffed, "I can smell them, two miles east of the town. You go get the other things ready and meet me there."
He turned to leave, but Samuel stopped him and handed him a syringe filled with dark red liquid. "Dean. This is dead man's blood. The dose is enough to knock down a linebacker and there is still some left. Good luck to you, kid."
Dean took the syringe, nodded, pushed the door open and went out.
Only Samuel and Sam were left in the room. Samuel turned around and stared at Sam, his eyes as sharp as knives. "What the hell is going on with you, Sam? You already knew about the antidote."
"What? No." Sam shook his head, "I've never heard of it."
"We obviously talked a few months ago."
"It's not me," Sam said calmly, "Christian must have told you."
Samuel sneered, "Really? That's weird. If you had known it earlier, it would look like you let him be bitten on purpose and inserted someone in to help us find that Alpha Vampire."