"I... you... he just turned to dust," Sam stuttered as he tried to grasp the scene before him.
"Yeah, they tend to do that kid," the woman in red chimed in as she caught her breath, making sure that he was okay in the process.
"Sam!" Came the familiar sound of Sam's brother in the distance. "Sam! Answer me dammit."
"Huh, so the kid has a name," was all the husky voice said.
"Uh yeah, my name is..." But Sam was cut off as she raised her hand.
He watched has her cinnamon brown hair bounced as her head moved to look at something in the distance, it appeared she was seeing, or even hearing, something beyond what he could hear or see.
If someone had told him this morning that he would be in a graveyard, with a girl wearing skin tight clothes that seemed almost impossible to move in, even though she moved with such speed and grace she seemed not human, being chased by what he only could assume to be vampires, however, different than the vampires he knew about, which were killed not just decapitation, but also by jabbing pieces of wood into their heart to turn them to dust. Well, he probably would have thought that person was insane. But here he was. With Dean in the distance looking for him. And as much as he would like to go to his brother he was being held in place behind one of the many angel statues that littered the graveyard by a girl that looked like she probably weighed less than a buck fifty. And the icing on this crazy cake? The only one here that has succeeded in killing the weird vampires, the girl. He was pulled from his thoughts but the sound of her husky voice again.
"Star," she whispered.
"Pardon? Oh uh is that your name?"
"What?" Her head snapped to him again. "Oh no. Look here is the plan. I will lure the rest away, while you run to your boyfriend or whatever.
"He's not my... he's my brother. Wait what? What others." Just then he heard a noise. He looked around the statue to see another small group of what he assumed to be the vampires she had talked about. But how had she known they were there? Clearly, there was more to this girl than meets the eyes.
"Spread out and find the human. But watch out for the Slayer, she might still be protecting him," one of the vampires said.
"That's my cue. Good luck kid." She gave him a wink before standing up and walking around the statue. "Hey, Walking Dead rejects. Over here." He watched in silence as she mocked them.
"You're going to regret that Slayer."
"Please, what's a weak little thing like you gonna do. Lick me to death? Borning. If I want a real vampire I have one on speed dial."
"That's it. Get her!"
She threw one last wink his way before bolting in the other direction. The group of vampires following her. Sam waited for a few moments before standing up and turning around, but as he turned around came face to face with someone, he couldn't tell who. So he struck out with his fist hitting them square in the jaw.
"Dammit Sam! It's me!" Dean shouted before taking a few steps back from his brother while rubbing his jaw.
"Dean? Oh, thank god, Dean. I am so sorry."
"What the hell is going on Sam? You just disappear on me and I find you in a graveyard of all places."
"Now's not the time to explain. I think we have to help her.."
"Help what? Help who? Sam from..."
"The vampires Dean! She lured them away from me." Sam could tell Dean wanted more information but the hunter in him won the battle.
"Which way?"
"Uh, this... this way." Sam started to lead Dean the way he had remembered the girl running, but a problem quickly surfaced as he didn't know where she went after that. It was an open graveyard. She could have switched directions at the drop of a hat. And so it wasn't long before both of them stopped walking, clearly giving up.
"Look man. We tried. But this place is huge and..."
"Yeah, I know." Sam hung his head in defeat.
"Hey. Hey, Sam listen to me." He grabbed by the back of his neck. "Right now the only thing we can do is hope they didn't turn her. Let's regroup and come back to take out the nest before they hurt anyone else. That's all we can do for her right now. Okay." He let Sam go. "Come on." He started walking in the direction of the hotel then.
Sam ran his hand through his hair before looking up and looking around. He hoped she made it out okay. Dean didn't know what he knew. And maybe that was for the best. It gave Sam hope, but he knew if he tried to explain this to Dean he wouldn't believe him. Or just assume she was something else evil. Sam couldn't believe that. Wouldn't believe that. Sighing he proceeded to follow Dean. After taking a few steps he noticed a pile of dust to the left of him. A small smile broke on his lips. Maybe she did make it.
"Hey, Sammy. Let's go."
"Yea, coming." With a new hope, he followed his brother once and for all.
