The sun was just about to rise as Dean Winchester and his younger brother Sam arrived at the Oxford farm in Indiana for their latest hunt. Sam had complained about how pointless it was to wake up as early as they had since they were hunting a nest of vampires. After all, vampires were weaker as long as the sun was out. It didn't kill them, but it stung them and that was as good as anything else.
The last month had proven to be rough on the youngest Winchester brother. Dean's adrenaline had been pumping to the maximum ever since they had the talk about Hell on the side of the highway, and now the only thing Dean could think of was the job. They had both been busy with hunts after hunts, and a lack of rest, which worried Sam a lot.
"Dean," Sam begged at the engine of the Impala stopped. They were now feet away from a big old barn.
"I don't want to hear it, Sam. We're going in and do our job. That's it."
"But you've had about three hours of sleep in the past two days! You're slowly killing yourself, Dean!"
Dean took the car keys and put them in his pockets. "Slowly killing myself, huh? And how in the world do you know that?"
Sam bit the inside of his cheek. He knew that this talk was going no where, but still had to try and convince Dean that he couldn't let himself die. "I just think that we should be pacing ourselves, that's all."
"Pacing ourselves?" Dean huffed. "Are you serious, Sam? Do you honestly think that evil paces itself?"
Sam stayed silent.
"We have a job to do, whether you like it or not. If you want to stay in here and be all emo on me, fine! Do as you please. But I'm not letting anyone else die because of that mo-fo vampires' nest, you got me?"
Before Sam could open his mouth again Dean got out of the car, angry. Sam sighed as he heard the trunk opening and then got out. As much as rest wanted to bring him in some deep sleep, Sam still had to be there for his brother.
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The barn was quiet and slightly lit by sunlight that came through the walls. Both brothers walked in carefully, backing each other's backs like their father had taught them a long time ago. They didn't know much about this nest, but after getting townspeople information on missing people and recovery of bodies that had been drained of their blood and almost eaten alive, Sam and Dean had managed to follow the nest from the town's small bar to their actual nest. The Winchesters made a terrific team effort into finding all the information they had needed, and it wouldn't have been a surprise that their father would have been proud of them.
They watched their step carefully as bottles of beers and liquor had been left everywhere on the ground. Sam spotted three of vampires asleep in a haystack on his left. He poked Dean's right shoulder and showed them to him. From what they had seen, there was supposed to be seven of them in total, so only four remained to be found. Halfway in the barn Sam pointed the stair case that led to a second floor and carefully walked up to it.
A moment went by and Sam looked down at Dean, showing him two fingers. Five down, two more to go. Dean got three syringes out of his pockets and quickly got dead man's blood into the vampire's systems before slashing their throats. A few seconds later, he heard the same slashing noise coming from upstairs.
Dean didn't wait for Sam to get down before continuing his search for the remaining two vampires. He hold up his bloody blade, the one his dad had owned before him, and walked to the other end of the barn to where an old olive green jeep was parked. He looked inside of it from the passenger's side and saw them, the vampire couple asleep. Dean's adrenaline took over him once more as he took the syringe with his left hand and tried to open the passenger door. He knew he didn't have much time to act and had to work as fast as he ever had in his life, but his heart pumped and the excitement got to him too fast to wait for his brother. But damn, did it ever felt great!
Everything happened in a flash. Dean successfully opened the door and stabbed the woman at the neck with the syringe. But before Dean could take his hand off the syringe something had already taken a grip on his wrist. Dean slowly looked up and saw him: the male was about Sam's height, with bloody red eyes and his second set of teeth out. He looked at his mate and then back at Dean.
"What did you do?" he growled.
Dean grinned. "What does it look like to you, chuckles?" He tried to get out of the car but the male still had the grip on him.
The male growled louder as he saw that his beloved was in pain. Dean tried to get a hold of his blade that he had dropped on the car's floor but he couldn't move. He looked up once more and saw the fury in the vampire's eyes.
"You are going to pay, human!"
The vampire pulled Dean towards him. This was the end, Dean thought right before the vampire started screaming in pain. The vampire looked behind him and saw a syringe being his right leg.
"Hey!"
Sam stood behind the vampire, his blade at the ready. The vampire growled, trying to ignore the pain, but didn't scare Sam. Both of them stared at each other for a second before the vampire decided to run after his newest enemy.
"Sammy!" Dean yelled out as he finally got out of the car.
The first thing Dean saw when he got around the car was half of the second floor collapsing. Dean instinctively shielded himself as dust flew around him everywhere. It took about a minute before Dean could see clear. The air was thick from the dust and it was hard to breathe, but then panic came in.
"Sam? Sammy!?"
The adrenaline was all gone in Dean's body. Fear and panic over took his body at the loss of Sam's whereabouts. Sam had been going down that direction when the floor collapsed, and this could probably mean only one thing…
"Sammy!!?" Dean was digging in the debris, looking around him everywhere and calling out his brother's name. He couldn't see where the vampire had been gone but only hoped that the son of a bitch was lying under this pile of wood and rusted equipment instead of his own brother. His job was to protect him after all and he was failing at it. He wasn't giving up though, as his research continued.
He suddenly heard some scrap moving and turned around to find a hand moving in the air. Dean ran to his brother and dug his upper body, sighing in relief.
"Sam! Damn, are you alright? Speak to me, man!"
"Dean…" Sam struggled. The oldest brother tried to finish up the digging out of fear that the other half of the barn was about to come down on them.
But then fear and panic over took Dean's body again as he looked at his brother. Sam had been in bad shape before, but this time it was taking the cake. There was blood everywhere on Sam's shirt, and Sam's face had gotten bruised up, but the Dean's heart almost broke into pieces when he saw blood in Sam's hair. Sam showed Dean a thumb up, answering his previous questions.
"Don't you dare try to be an ass with me right now!" He took out his cell phone from his pocket but Sam placed his right hand on Dean's.
"Dean…" Sam chocked. "Cops…"
Tears were starting to form at the corners of Dean's eyes. "Sam, you need an ambulance and care. I don't give a crap if the cops see us I am not letting you die in my arms today!"
