Don't Play with Dead Things

Chapter 1 – Pilot

Dean frowned as he held a machete in both hands, creeping his ways down the halls. Sam followed shortly behind his brother, his mouth held slightly agape in a small O, as he looked around, trying his best effort to follow Dean's tracks, literally. Dean peered around a corner, chains and hooks hanging from the ceiling, as he pulled his head back and leaned against the wall.

"So, where do we find these blood suckers?" He questioned.

Sam frowned, shaking his head. "How should I know? Wait, do you hear that?" Dean frowned, and tilted his head slightly.

"They're down around the bend, if that helps." A small, rough voice spoke behind them. Sam immediately turned, and aimed his pistol, breathing heavily, and an expression full of shock. "Dammit Cas!" He snapped, lowering his pistols, and growling. Dean, on the other hand, was not as shocked. He had a slight jump scare, but knew Cas' voice by heart. He turned around, and let out a slight smile. "What're you doing, trying to give us a freakin' heart attack over here?" He chuckled, nervously. Castiel frowned.

"No, Dean, that would be terrible if you died; I would hope nothing of the sort." Dean let out a puff of air in amusement.

"Ah, it's fine…" Cas nodded slightly, though it was obvious he was uncertain, by the look on his face. The angel walked forward as he looked around.

"This way." The man said, walking forward, not as stealthily as Dean and Sam were walking. Sam looked at Dean and shrugged, walking onward while holding the blade readily, trailing after the angel.

"Be careful Cas." He mumbled.

"Don't worry Dean, I wouldn't put you in intentional harm…" He responded, walking onward, before pausing, and turning. "Err, and Sam as well… but mostly you." With that, he turned back around, and continued onward. Sam made a little motion with his head, obviously showing his confusion, and slight jealousy. Dean smiled a little at his angel's act, before continuing onward. "They're past here." The angel said, turning around, his blue eyes looking more at Dean than at Sam. "Are you sure you do not require further assistance from me, because once I have left, I will most likely not return for a while." Dean looked at Sam, who shrugged. Of course, Dean didn't want him to go; he also knew Cas didn't want to go either, considering how he was drawing out his welcome instead of flat out disappearing, as he usually would.

"Uh… you can stay a little while, if you're able." Sam said, knowing that Dean wasn't really going to respond. Castiel nodded, still eyeing Dean.

"Alright. Shall we?" He turned around and placed his hand onto the door, forcing it open, revealing two people inside.

Dean raised an eyebrow. "What the- where the hell are the rest?" He questioned, as he walked inside. The two turned around, eyeing the trio before them.

The pair were fairly simple, not overly attractive. At least, not to Dean, seeing as there was someone in the room who was far more attractive then either of them. If he was to be honest, Castiel was probably more attractive than himself. "Who are you two?" He questioned, once again, stepping forward. The two stepped back; one was male, with spikey brown hair, notable hazel eyes, white skin, and donned a black t-shirt with a smoky skull pattern, blue jeans as well as black and red sneakers. His eyes were filled with fear, as his hands rose up. The women next to him had a slightly darker complexion, a long-sleeved turtle- green t-shirt; light colored jeans, as well as black flats. Her long curly blond hair somewhat highlighted her blue eyes. The man spoke.

"I-I'm Blake, s-she's my wife; K-Kate…" Dean narrowed his eyes, as he paced forward. He pushed himself up against a wall. "I-I… I haven't done anything I swear!"
"Yeah right, you blood-sucking monster…." Dean growled, raising his machete Kate let out a scream, watching as her husband's head appeared on the man's blade before slowly rolling off while his body crumpled to the ground. Castiel rushed forward, placing his hand on the older brother's shoulder.

"Dean, I'm confused; weren't we here for a nest? There are only two vampires here."

Dean turned to look at him, before looking back at the blonde. "Uh… sorry." He mumbled.

"You killed him… He said we would be safe, but you just chopped his freaking head off!"

Dean paused. "Who?"

"T-the rest of them… he talked to us in the bar, and gave us a drink; on him, and… And I just… He brought us here, and I… I can hear your blood…" She murmured, looking up at him. Dean straightened up, and looked at Sam.

"What do we do?" He questioned.

Sam shrugged. "I… I don't know, we could put her out of her misery, but…"

Dean's attention went back to the women as she began crying. "Oh God, just end me." She screamed, bawling.

"Hold on lady, no one's killing anyone right now." Dean said, holding up his hand that held the machete.

"You just killed my husband!"

Dean sighed, and looked off to the side, in a slightly awkward way. "Yeah, uh… sorry about that…" He mumbled, frowning. He looked at Castiel, who was Castiel, who was staring at him at him with a slightly sympathetic look.

"I… I don't think she accepts your apology." He said, He said as he watched the woman, who was now glaring at Dean. She suddenly lurched forward, causing Dean to jump, and in the heat of the moment, cut her head off in the same manner as he did with her husband. The body fell, and he sighed. "Damn it."

"Nice going Dean…" Sam sighed, shaking his head. Dean glared at him.

"Can it." He growled. Out of no where, they heard a noise which caused them to cease what they were doing; the ever so familiar sound of a baby crying echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls

"Is that…?"
Dean sighed. "Son of a bitch…"