So, the first chapter is quite short, and doesn't really have any NCIS in it, but i'm working them into the story. Don't worry about it. :')

Disclaimer: I don't own any TV shows and i'm not making money from this story

Dean wanted to slice each part of the things in front of him to small pieces, with a blade covered in dead man's blood, he had to decide on efficiency, seeing as the civilian who saw him get ambushed would soon ring the police. He whirled, his movements so graceful it was almost like a pre rehearsed dance routine, his blade slicing through the air, and Vampire body parts as one. Even their enhanced speed and senses couldn't counter his fury at the vampires, attacking him, when he was talking to a civilian, no less. An attractive civillian, he might add. Dean smiled at the memory of the petite blonde girl who he was 'Escorting to the motel room.'

He Reeled as he was sent flying through the alleyway, thundering into a brick wall and dropping into conviniently place pile of cardboard boxes, "Concentrate goddammit!" He scolded himmself, he couldn't afford to be distracted, not when it was three against one. He quickly scrambled to his feet and braced himself to face his monstorous attackers. Dean spied his beloved blade about ten feet behind the trio of vampires. He ran towards them at full speed, noticing the vampires simultaneously change into a defensive position, they were well trained, he'd give them that. As he ran down the narrow alley, time seemed to slow down, he noticed all of the objects in the alley and different uses flashed through his mind, vampire punks should have known better than to mess with him. 20 feet away. 15. 10. Dean shifted his body weight and flicked a glass bottle at the lead vampire's head, it didn't hit him, as it was caught with ease, but it served his purpose as a distraction, as he leaped through the air, planting one foot on top of the dumpster and launched himself over the first two vamps, and landing in a neat roll that took him under the flailing arms of the third one.

Dean snatched up the blade, spinning round and slashing at the same time, launching the smallest vampires head towards the other two. Dean crawled back, and one stepped forward, clearly pissed, "You think you have a chance against the two of us? You're outnumbered, you should have made sure you finished the job when you killed that half of our coven, you ba-" the vampires boring, droll monologue, which was starting to irritate Dean, was cut short, as he noticed his friends head roll on the floor past him, and turned around to find Sam, holding two six inch blades at neck height. Sam smiled, tilted his head to one side, and moved his arms from being out straight, into an X position, severing the head of the remaining vampire.

"Well shit Sam, are you just gonna leave me here?" Dean asked, as he felt twinges that suggested his landing may have caused him to sprain something in his ankle. Sam moved to help Dean up, and supported him back down the long alleyway Dean had walked the girl down, Jean? Jane? Something like that anyway.

"How'd you find me anyway?" Dean grumbled, as he took all of his weight back on his own two feet, failing to hide a grimace from appearing on his face. Various aches and pains were starting to spring up over his body, now that his rush of adrenaline had faded.

"When you hadn't come back to the room, and ordered me to clear off by half past 12, I knew something was wrong, so I just looked at the position of your GPS." Sam explained to a only half listening Dean, who was in his own world.

"Wait, What! You have me bugged?" Dean Screeched, although when he later went through the day in his head, his voice was much lower.

"Relax, it's just your phone's GPS, I told you last weekend I was enabling the tracking on it." Dean tried to recall Sam telling him anything last weekend but all he could remember was him, his baby, some metallica, and a long, open road.

They had just reached the Impala when Dean realised what the heavily built vampire had said, before being gruesomely beheaded by Sam, "Sam, there's more of them, the guy said we only got-"

"Half of them, I know, I was there remember?" Sam slid into the drivers seat and practically had to force the keys out of Dean's hand before he could pull out of the parking lot and head back to the motel.

Dean looked up in the rearview mirror and stated: "Shit, Samm

Short first chapter I know, sorry if there's any grammar errors, i didn't really have time for a thorough proof read. :')