::Hello everyone! I'm back! I just began my summer vacation from teaching and have finally had some time to sit down and edit some stories. This is a fun one, set on the Winchester Ranch timeline a bit after Ashes, it's a fun monster-of-the-week.

Blitz is inspired by the song "Ballroom Blitz" by The Sweet, so much in fact, that the first dialogue of the story is the first few lines of the song itself, with our favorite hunters' names exchanged for the band members' names. I had a lot of fun with this one and I hope you like it as much as I do. Enjoy!::

lots of love and internetty hugs,

::the girl with the dinosaur tattoo::

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Chapter 1

Present Day

Serra

"You ready, Dean?"

"Uh-huh."

"Sammy?"

"Yeah."

"Grace?"

"Okay."

"All right fellas," I breathed into our joined, open mic. "Let's go."

The room we stared into from outside the main window was full to the hilt with vampires of all sizes, shapes, and degrees of ferociousness. Slamming the door to the run-down trucker bar wide open, I took a deep breath and grinned as I made eye contact with the first blood sucker. "Hi," I greeted, pursing my lips. "How's it going?"

The open space of the bar collectively turned towards the now-open door. Chaos erupted all around.

Damn it felt good to be back.

"Maybe don't look like you're having that much fun," Grace muttered, loud in my brain and in my ear, obviously saying the critique out loud. "You're still killing things."

I laughed inwardly, still grinning stupidly as I approached another three vamps, my guns out and loaded with angel rounds from my Weapons' Stone. Turns out, they're good for killing just about everything. "Well," I grunted, kicking a vampire in the chest and double tapping him in the forehead, Sammy right behind me to take off his head. "I am having fun."

"Sometimes I really worry about you," my sister grumbled in my ear, though she wasn't using the mic.

Rolling my eyes, I leaped high up in the air, back handing another blood sucker to the floor. I whipped around, shooting her twice in the chest to keep her on the ground, and one more in the head. "I would really be worried about your head count. I'm up to four already and haven't even broken a sweat."

"Will you two shut up for like, two minutes?" Dean's voice came over the mic, sounding strained. I turned to see if my brother-in-law needed help, but smiled as he turned, blood spattered across his chest, obviously just having taken off a vampire's head. "The constant chatter on a hunt is something I'll never get used to with you guys."

I grinned back, "Just because you and Sammy are dull doesn't mean we can't add a little color."

Dean looked offended as another vampire attacked. "Who are you calling dull?" he asked. Bending his knees, Dean leaned into the attack, braced, and tossed the fang up and over his shoulders and turned gracefully with his machete, taking off her head in one streamline motion.

"Nice," I commented.

"Five," Dean smiled, raising his eyebrows.

I could hear Sam huff into the tiny speaker in my ear. "Oh, Jesus. Here we go."

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Three Weeks Ago

Serra

"Auntie Luck!" Lib greeted as I crossed the field between our houses. "Look!"

"What's up, Meatloaf?" I asked, tilting my head at my niece and climbed the steps to the back porch of my sister's house.

Liberty was practically jumping up and down. "We get a field trip!" she held out a blue piece of paper and wiggled it in my face. "A field trip to the dairy farm and pumpkin patch!"

"No way," I grinned up at Grace, who held the door open for me. "A dairy farm in Kansas? What will they think of next?"

Laughing, Lib pretended to get my joke. "I know!" she giggled. "I'm so excited!"

Almost immediately getting distracted by something else, Lib turned and ran back to the living room where her siblings were building a tower with red plastic cups. She crouched next to them and joined in the construction.

"A field trip?" I asked, lowering my voice as I moved closer to Grace as she stirred a pot of Spanish rice. "Field trips are something the Winchester children are a part of?"

Grace pursed her lips and tilted her head as she stirred. "We can't just keep them in a bubble for the rest of their childhood," she whispered, glancing up into the living room. "Everett seems fine, now that he's back at school, and everyone else seems calm…why not?"

"Why not?" I asked, leaning over the bar to get closer to my sister. "Maybe because of their job descriptions and the fact that Everett was missing for almost eight months? Or that Lee was missing for almost four? I feel like we just got them home and safe, and now we're talking about field trips?"

"Luck, we didn't just get them back. That was over a year ago."

"We just got everything back to normal."

Clicking her tongue, Grace shook her head. "We can't keep the kids under lock and key. Lib wants to go to the dairy farm and pumpkin patch, so dammit, my kid is gonna see the cows and the pumpkins."

Narrowing my eyes, I pressed harder, "What does Dean have to say about this out-in-the-world-adventure?"

Grace didn't look up, but instead kept stirring.

"Grace. What did Dean say?"

"She just brought it home today," she finally answered. "Dean hasn't seen it yet."

I tilted my head triumphantly. "And you think your husband is going to be okay with his daughter leaving the school, where we so painstakingly drew countless wards and sigils across the property over the holidays last year, to a dairy farm with a bunch of parents we don't know?"

"Serra," Grace sighed.

"Serra what?" I argued. "He's not gonna go for it."

"Are you staying for dinner?" Grace changed the subject without warning, catching me slightly off guard.

I glanced at the meal she had laid out and shrugged. "Yeah," I offered. "Sammy won't be home until after ten. This semester is kicking both of our asses."

"Can't he have a grad student take the night class?" Grace asked, taking the rice off the heat and covering it as she turned to chop more tomatoes. "It does seem like this was a particularly low blow for the History Department to hand him."

"Yeah, well," I sighed, "when you take a sabbatical for longer than you promised, you tend to end up with the short end of the stick." I reached over Grace's knife to steal a handful of shredded cheese. Then, realizing what she had done, I shook my head. "I hate it when you do that."

"Do what?" she answered without looking up.

"Throw me off the conversation, trying to get me to forget about what we were talking about."

Grace clicked her tongue but continued chopping tomatoes. "It used to be a lot easier," she muttered, shaking her head. "You're getting more focused in your old age."

"Who are you calling old?" I asked, standing from the bar and walking to the fridge to get a beer. "Wanna beer?" I asked, still munching on cheese.

"Nah," she answered. "I've been working on that Chardonnay that's in there."

"I've been working on a Chardonnay," I mocked, using a high-pitched voice to mimic Grace. "Too good for us now, huh?"

"Oh, shut up," Grace answered, dumping the tomatoes into a large bowl. "Get me some Chard."