Not Quite What it Seems
Prologue
Sam was thrown against the brick fireplace. He groaned in pain as his back collided and slid down the wall. He could feel the heat of the fire on his back. The black shadow slowly walked towards him, pearly white fangs glowing in the light of the fire. It's blood red eyes glared at the youngest Winchester who disturbed it's feeding. The vampire's features became visible once he stepped into the firelight.
"I don't like when people interrupt me when I'm eating!" he sneered.
Sam struggled to get up but was in too much pain to stand on his own.
"Since she got away, I guess you'll do."
The vampire grabbed Sam by the neck, holding him a few feet above the ground. Sam tried to pry the man's fingers off of his neck. The man had a death grip on Sam. Nothing could break the man's hold.
"Hey!" Someone yelled.
The vampire turned his head in the direction of the voice. Dean glared at him, a blood stained machete gleaming in his hand.
The vampire's attention was back on Sam, who was having trouble breathing.
"I'll get to you when I'm done with him."
"Let my brother go."
The vampire smirked. "Not a chance."
The vampire brought Sam closer to him. Just as his fangs were inches away from Sam's neck he stopped. He looked down at his stomach. The bloody machete was sticking out of his chest. He let go of Sam. Sam fell to the ground taking deep breaths of air.
The vampire faced Dean. "What did you think that would do?"
Dean smirked. "Dead man's blood."
The vampire's eyes widened. He felt himself getting weaker. Dean removed the machete just as the vampire fell to his knees. Dean stood over him, blade raised ready to strike. In one swift motion the vampire's head was severed from his body. It rolled next to Sam.
"Sammy!" Dean yelled running over to his injured brother.
He helped Sam stand up, placing his left arm across his shoulders.
"It's Sam." Sam groaned.
Dean helped Sam out to the Impala. They stopped when they saw a figure crouching down on the other side of the Impala. Dean eyed Sam who nodded. Dean crept around the front while Sam crept around the back, their guns drawn. They cocked the guns and pointed it at the figure.
"Don't shoot!" the figure screamed.
It was a girl with messy long blond hair to her lower back and robin egg blue eyes. Two bleeding scratch marks covered her right cheek. Her dark blue jeans were ripped along with her green blouse. Dean recognized her as the girl they saved from the vampire.
"What are you still doing here?" he asked lowering the gun.
"Where would I go?" her voice was low. "I have no place to go home to."
"Is there some place we can drop you off at?" Sam asked.
She shook her head. "My parents are dead and my step parents are assholes. I don't have anything."
Dean looked over at Sam. He knew that look. "Nuh uh, Sam. No way!"
"Come on Dean. She has no where to go."
"She can't come with us, it's too dangerous."
Sam gave Dean the puppy dog eyes.
Dean groaned and threw his hands up in defeat. "Fine!"
Sam smirked. He looked back at the girl. "How about you come with us until we find some place for you to stay?"
The girl smiled. "Sure."