"And you're doing that here, why?"
Rowena sure did complain alot.
"And since when is there a cure for such a thing!? In all my years I've never heard-"
"Shut up," I barked across the room at her.
I finally gave up where I hid the Alpha's blood, and with Sam's instructions, Cas had the cure made and ready. Only after I snuck in and out of the bunker for the ingredients.
"If you dont want to watch, then dont," Charlie taunted, standing nearby with her arms crossed.
"Oh like I haven't seen potions go wrong before..." Rowena scoffed, "it's quite the show."
"It won't go wrong," Cas insisted, but he wasn't entirely convinced, "we've done it before."
"Yeah, but, Cas," Charlie began anxiously, "Sam said it can go wrong. And she's been infected way longer than-"
"It'll be fine," I coaxed to everyone, fighting my own nerves before I changed my mind, "really the worst part is the draining..."
"...draining?" Charlie repeated worriedly.
I sighed first. "Yeah in my case, like last time, all my infected blood has to go bye-bye first."
Charlie winced in disgust and disturbance. "Gross...why can't you stay a vampire again?"
"Because," I began dreadfully as I moved to take a chair and a bucket for myself across the room, "for someone like me, blood is no better than herion. Worse even...I dont...I don't resist so well."
"B-but...she hasn't hurt anybody!" Charlie protested, concerned more than the rest of us about the cure.
Both Castiel and I exchanged shamed glances with her, before he moved in with his blade ready.
"Oh..." was all she could say.
Rowena was giggling to herself shrilly.
"Whats the matter, angel, too beastly for you?"
No one acknowledged her.
Cas crouched in front of me, contorted and torn between dread and determination, as he took hold of one of my wrists. I stopped his hand from coming down with the blade on it.
"Hey, i-its okay, I can do it," I told him.
Hiding how grateful he was not to have to cut me open, he handed it over and moved to stand beside me.
I drew a deep stressed breath, before dragging the blade upward and splicing open my artery. Worst feeling ever, and not from pain. Blood was immediately rushing out into the bucket. Before I lost strength in that hand, I did the other side, and soon was pouring two crimson rivers.
I groaned at the cold, sickly feeling. The speed of which it drained compared to when the Alpha drank me was nauseating.
Charlie had retreated back to her table, watching as much as she could, with a thundering heart of terror for me. Rowena just sat there, fascinated and perfectly calm.
After only a few minutes, I wasn't able to sit up on my own, and Cas had to hold my arms over the bucket.
The flow had slowed by then but it wasn't done.
"Gonna have to give a squeeze," Rowena suggested.
Cas glared across at her, not happy to have to force my blood out by hand. But he did as she said, and funneled a grasping hand up and down my arms. I was barely conscious when it was over, and limp as corpse. Though still alive, as far as vampires go.
He lowered me to the ground with him and held my head up.
"Charlie," he motioned for the jar of black sludgey cure.
She hurriedly brought it over, on her knees as well, shakily holding it out. Cas took it and waited for her to help pry my jaw wide open, and consequently my throat.
"You're not allowed to die, you hear me?" she demanded, "I can't be the only chick on this team."
