O.N.
Hey guys! Sorry that I haven't written any of Camp Counselor in a while...I've had a lot of activities and such and it's just been low on my priorities...And plus I've started this new thing! This is probably my favorite series out there...And this is my own personal twist! :) I am going to be writing "episodes" because it is a T.V. series...but other than that it's nothing new! Hope you all like it! :) Please R&R!
Kiara battled the eight-armed monster with every thing she had. A flip here, a kick there, anything she could to hurt it. But the monster had six to many arms for her to deal with. Eventually it managed to stab her stomach. She had been too focused on protecting her head. But she barely felt it anyway. The adrenaline was pounding so hard, the only thing she could feel was the will to win, to demolish this monster that was one more thing in her way of getting to Sam and Dean.
"You're brave to keep fighting with such a fatal wound." The monster said, punching her in the nose, breaking it.
"Bravery has nothing to do with it," Kiara said, picking up her machete, "Nor does luck. I just knew I could win." As she finished the last word she chopped off the monster's head. She allowed herself a deep breath, before lighting the monster on fire to prevent it from reforming.
Thank god that's over. She thought. She was getting ready to leave the mansion in which she had been fighting when she felt the stab wound on her stomach. She didn't have time to process it though, before she heard footsteps outside the house.
"This is the place." She heard someone say. The voice was too muffled for her to figure out who it was.
Kiara ran upstairs, ignoring the protests from her stomach and bleeding nose and left leg.
She found the bathroom and hoped that whoever it was wouldn't come up, unless it was Sam and Dean.
If it's Sam and Dean I'm safe and I'll be okay she thought, but if it's some other human…I'm probably going to jail…And if it's another demon…I'll probably end up back in hell…
Kiara found the first aid kit; sterilizer, gauzes, Band-Aids, peroxide, the whole nine yards.
Kiara started taking off her shirt. The wound obviously wasn't too deep…Otherwise she wouldn't have been able to fight no matter how hard the adrenaline was pumping.
"This is the place." Sam said, walking up the front steps to the old mansion they had tracked an eight-armed monster to.
"Alright…It looked way nicer in the picture though." Dean said, pushing open the front door. Sam shook his head and followed his brother inside.
The boys walked through the mansion, from the mud room, to the dining room, to the kitchen, to the destroyed living room where they found the dead monster and a whole lot of blood.
"Shit…" Dean said. "Someone killed our monster."
"Or something." Sam shrugged.
"Well, I guess that means we're on clean up duty." Dean said, looking around as if disgusted.
The boys started by picking up the broken glass of vases that had been knocked down.
"I wonder who it was…" Sam said, picking up a piece of glass on the opposite side of the room from the body.
"How about we find out…?" Dean answered, spying a trail of blood that was not the monsters.
"How?" Sam asked. Dean pointed at the trail.
"You stay here; I'll go upstairs and follow it. It's fresh." Dean said, pulling out his Colt 1911 A1 .45 caliber semi-automatic; his favorite gun.
"Dean…" Sam said, as if about to tell him not to go.
"What?" Dean said, pausing to give Sam his What's wrong now?! Look.
"Nothing. Be careful." Sam answered.
"Always." Dean said, shaking his head and leaving up the stairs.
As Dean walked up the stairs he held his gun in front of him at the ready, checking in each room, while following the trail of blood.
It took a while, he wasn't walking the fastest, for him to make it to the en-suite in the master bedroom, where he saw a young girl, no more than fourteen, sitting in what looked like an uncomfortable position against the bathtub trying to clean what looked like a broken nose. She also had a bleeding leg and what he suspected was a stab wound on her stomach.
Dean backed away before she had a chance to see him. He ran back down to Sam and told him to come upstairs and see what he'd found.
"Vampire?" Sam asked once they were both spying on the girl.
"If she were a vampire she wouldn't have to clean those wounds…They already would've been healed. And have you ever heard of a fourteen year old vampire?" Dean answered.
"Then what—" Sam didn't finish his sentence. The girl looked up from dressing her stomach and jumped into a fighting position. Dean stepped into the bathroom and pointed his gun at her. Sam stayed still and kept watching.
"Who are you?" The girl asked, pulling out her own hidden gun from her belt.
"I could ask you the same question." Dean answered.
"Kiara. Kiara Winchester." The girl told him. "Your turn." She nodded her chin up at him.
"I'm Dean. Dean Winchester. This is my brother Sam." Dean answered, using his head to point at Sam. The girl hesitated a moment and then dropped her gun.
"I was so hoping I'd find you." She said, engulfing Dean in a bear hug.
"Uhh…Sam…? Help?" Dean said, lifting his arms as if in surrender.
"Hey. What are you talking about?" Sam asked, pulling her off of Dean by her shoulder.
"I'm sorry…An explanation would be better before I got into hugs—" Kiara passed out before she could finish her sentence.
"Hey!" Dean yelled instinctively, diving for the girl and throwing his gun. He caught her and picked her up.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked as Dean started walking through the mansion with her.
"If we want an explanation we should probably help her." Dean answered. He walked out of the mansion a minute later and ran to his car as if extremely panicked. He put Kiara in the back seat and got in the front.
He drove to the nearest hospital and ran into the emergency room while he had Sam park the car.
"Help! I need help!" Dean yelled, running into the emergency room while Kiara bled all over him.
"What happened?!" A young nurse asked, running towards him with a gurney.
"I'm- I'm not sure..." Dean lied. "I was walking by that old mansion on Crest St. with my cousin and we heard screaming so we ran in to see what happened and we found her like this." Dean said, helping the nurse get Kiara on the gurney.
"And what's your name?" The nurse asked, following a doctor who was pulling the gurney into the O.R.
"Nick. Nick Arnolds." Dean said, not thinking, just saying.
"And your cousin?" The nurse asked, stopping outside the O.R. doors and writing something on her clipboard.
"Uhh...Jake. Jake Arnolds." Dean answered.
"Alright, Mr. Arnolds. If you could just have a seat I will be with you shortly." The nurse nodded toward a chair outside the O.R. and walked in.
Dean didn't sit in the chair outside the O.R. He would... Just not until he had Sam. He walked back out to the emergency room to see Sam walking in.
"You're my cousin Jake Arnolds." Dean told Sam, leading him toward the chairs outside the O.R.
"So what happened?" Sam asked.
"Nothing. A nurse asked for your name and my name and how we found her. Then she walked in there with the doctors so they could fix her." Dean answered.
"That's all?" Sam asked. Dean nodded. "That's strange..." Sam said, sounding confused.
"Well...Maybe that's because this is a small town...?" Dean answered, shaking his head and shrugging.
"Hey, who am I again?" Sam asked, already forgetting the fake name that Dean had given him.
"My cousin Jake Arnolds. I'm Nick Arnolds. We found her walking by the mansion and heard the her screaming. We have no idea what happened. We're just concerned citizens." Dean answered. Sam nodded.
"Maybe you should get cleaned up? You look like you're the one who stabbed her." Sam suggested, pointing at Dean's blood-stained clothes.
"I was carrying her. And plus I don't have anything to change into!" Dean whispered.
"Look, I'm just saying. You look... Like you've been doing exactly what we were going to do to that monster." Sam whispered back.
"I'll change later. It's not like they're going to arrest me for having her blood on me." Dean whispered.
"Dean. Then why are there cops in here?" Sam said, pointing to a couple cops.
"Crap." Dean sighed. "I'm Nick, right?"
"Yeah."
One of the cops saw Dean and Sam and he and his partner started walking towards them.
"You boys find one young girl in that old mansion on Crest?" One of the cops asked. Dean had to bite his tounge to stop from laughing at his utter twang.
"Yeah." Sam answered.
"Could ya'll come with us?" The cop asked.
"Well, we really want to make sure she's okay." Dean answered, putting on his best concerned citizen look.
"Well that's mighty fine o' ya, lad. But we only got a few questions for ya." The cop answered. Dean shivered at the severeity of his accent.
"Sure, Officer." Sam answered when Dean didn't. Dean nodded and stood up to go with the cops. Sam stood too and the cops started leading them out without another word.
"Uum. Officer. Could I talk to my cousin for a minute?" Dean asked suddenly.
"Sure thing." The cop stopped walking and Dean pulled Sam into a corner.
"What?" Sam whispered.
"You grabbed my gun, right?" Dean asked.
"Yes, Nick. I hid it in with your underwear. I didn't think anyone would look there." Sam answered.
"You opened my bag?!" Dean yelled in a whisper.
"You would have rathered I hid your gun in my bag?" Sam asked in a moque whisper.
"Well, no." Dean answered. Sam nodded as if to say Duh. Dean hit him and they went back to the cops.
"So what's up?" The cop asked when they got back.
"Nothing." Dean said nonchalantly.
"I'm an officer of the law, lad. Best not be a lying to meh." The cop said.
"I was just asking Jake if he hid our cold turkey sandwiches before we started walking around town. We're a bit short on cash right now and those are the last bit of food we've got." Dean said. The cop didn't look like he believed him, but he turned around and started walking back out of the hospital anyway.