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Thanks Shannon for your beta work!
Chapter 2
The Winchesters looked at each other and mouthed, "Gunshot." Dean swung the car around and parked near the crash. They crouched down as they slid out of the Chevy. Using the Impala for cover, the brothers brandished their guns and slowly made their way to Shalimar's car, keeping their eyes peeled for movement amongst the trees.
Shalimar's Dodge Neon had plowed into a telephone pole. Smoke was rising from underneath the accordion shaped hood. Dean grasped the door handle and opened the driver's door as Sam covered them from the other side. The driver's airbag had deployed from the steering wheel, leaving Shalimar's face partially burned. A bullet sized hole graced her left bicep. Her eyes were closed.
"Shalimar," Dean whispered.
No response.
Dean slid a knife from his boot and sliced the airbag. He reached over her, undid the seat belt and started dragging her out of the sedan. Another gunshot rang out. Sam fired in that direction.
A deep voice beamed from the woods. "Just leave her there. I have no beef with you. Just the woman if you can call her that."
Sam and Dean exchanged knowing glances.
"I'm sorry we can't do that. She's with us," Dean shouted back.
"So be it."
Dean barely had time to duck before more shots came. When the gunfire ceased, he quickly finished dragging the vampire from her car and set her behind the Impala. Sam continued squeezing off shots until he joined them.
The younger Winchester slid out his clip. "I'm almost out."
Dean handed his younger brother his gun. "Take mine. I still have a full clip."
Shalimar's eyes opened to half mast. She grimaced. "What did I miss?"
Dean's green eyes looked at her. "Just some psycho using us for target practice. Nothing major. Can you walk?"
"I can try but it won't be far," Shalimar said through clenched teeth.
"Why aren't you healing?" Sam inquired as he scanned the forest.
"I need blood to heal. Multiple gunshots require more blood."
"Gunshots?" The Winchesters questioned before noticing she had been shot two more times in the abdomen.
Dean's eyebrows elevated. "Any ideas who we're dealing with?"
Shalimar's brown eyes focused on him. "This is close to my old stomping grounds. Not too many people know what I am. Unless." Her eyes started to close.
"Unless what?" Dean demanded.
"Unless it's the guy I almost killed." Her eyelids shut.
Author's note: Needing blood to heal I borrowed from Blood Ties.