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Dark Side of the Moon

Sam hadn't had long to try to figure out exactly what was going on. The men in their room were human, as anything else wouldn't have bothered putting on ski masks to conceal their identity, and they most likely wouldn't be using shotguns. So not only were they human, but obviously afraid of the repercussions of them knowing who they were. They seemed to be waiting for Dean to wake up without commotion and one of them had already gotten the gun from under his pillow. Dean hadn't budged. Kayla was nowhere to be seen, and since there was no way in hell they'd get her from Dean's bed without waking him up, she must have left before they showed up. She was usually awake before them, and she most likely went to get them breakfast.

Of all that, what he hadn't figured out was who the hell these guys were. The only thing they'd said to him was to keep his hands where they could see them, and to keep his damn mouth shut. He'd been doing that for awhile now, and they just stood their, shotguns aimed, waiting.

Dean started to lightly stir from his sleep and his hands slid under his pillow. When he felt nothing, he stilled. No one ever moved his gun from under him.

"Looking for this?"

He looked over his shoulder and saw one of the men unload the clip onto the floor. Sam nodded to him on the other bed and neither of them gave indication that anyone was missing from the scene. "Good morning." He slowly sat up.

"Hands where I can see 'em." He was told.

Had he really slept through them breaking in, waking Sam and getting him quiet? He really had to lay off the whiskey. He raised his hands but leaned forward to get a better look at one of the men. "Wait a minute." He tilted his head. "Is that you Roy? It is isn't it? Which makes you Walt. Hey Walt." He told the other one.

They looked at each other and Roy pulled off his mask. "Doesn't matter." Walt pulled his too.

This didn't make Sam feel better; if Dean knew them, they were hunters.

"Is it just me or do you two seem a tad upset?"

"What you think you can switch on the apocalypse, and just walk away Sam?" Walt asked him.

So that's what this was about. "Who told you that?"

"We aren't the only hunters after you." He pumped the shotgun.

"I can explain. Please."

The doorknob moved and everyone looked at the door, everyone in a different state of panic.

Stop.

Kayla heard Sam's voice so loud in her head it made her jump and she stepped away from the door. He hadn't been able to do that in some time.

Get a gun.

"Expecting company?"

Dean shrugged. "Must have the wrong room."

Roy looked to Walt, who was obviously the brains of this outfit. Or at least the bigger mouth. Walt shook his head. "It's Kayla. Get her before she can double back for a bigger gun you idiot." He watched him go for the door and raised the gun to Dean's face as he stood up. "Sit the fuck down."

Roy opened the door and looked around. "I don't see anyone." He pulled the door shut and locked it. "I'm not gonna stand there and be an open target."

"We'll have to find her after then."

Dean's jaw tightened but he tried to stay calm. "No need for that fellas, she's just along for the ride."

"Along for the ride." Walt chuckled. "We're not new to this, we know about the nest in Tallahassee."

He saw the look of recognition on Sam's face. "What nest?"

"It was…while you were gone. We cleaned out a vamp nest." He tried to make it sound like it wasn't a big deal, like it was just a hunt.

"Yeah ten against two without a scratch on them, so don't play it off like she's sweet and innocent. She's a hunter."

Sam turned his head down from Dean's look. Everything about it screamed That's how you take care of her? Besides, it was an exaggeration; there weren't ten of them, and they'd both been injured. "Look man, just hear me out."

Without further discussion Walt put a shotgun round into Sam's chest. Dean instinctively jerked towards him and Roy raised his gun again. "Stay the hell down."

Oh God, they shot someone. Kayla gripped her gun in her shaking hand and kicked the door open. Everything after that seemed like a slow motion blur but it went by so fast no one could get a grip on what was happening. Kayla had seen Sam, shot down on the bed and fired her gun. As a fatal bullet went through Roy, Walt had shot in reaction, killing Dean instantly. Before shock could even register, she emptied her clip into him. The gun was still making empty clicks when she felt the pain; she turned to see Roy, on the ground but gun raised. She was satisfied seeing how weak he was; he was dying.

She looked to Dean, motionless, but she couldn't make her legs move. Her knees buckled and she staggered to the side, trying to hold on to the dresser for support but she just didn't have the strength. The room darkened around her and the pain slipped away. Everything slipped away.