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Just Another Day in Mystic Falls

Chapter 4

Dean parked the Impala at the end of the driveway, partly on the road and partly on the lawn in case they needed to make a quick getaway. The farmhouse was old and brick and looked like it was about to fall apart. The windows were painted totally black, and some of the windows were just blocked, impossible to see into, almost opaque. Those were probably the rugs and blankets covering them. He had anything to fight vampires; wooden stakes, his favorite machete, and a few capped syringes filled with dead man's blood. Sam was also armed with the same. After doing a quick check of their weapons after getting them from the trunk, they walked up the driveway and towards the house.

"How do you think we get in?" Dean asked Sam.

"Uh…throw the door open? So the sunlight gets to any of them that it can. It'll help us with the job," Sam replied.

"Right."

They continued up the driveway. It was a long driveway.

The hunt felt weird to Sam. Almost like they weren't alone, like they had backup somewhere. Or they were backup. He glanced at Dean, who didn't look as weird as he felt. But Dean looked at him, and it was then that Sam realized that he was staring.

"What?" Dean demanded.

"Does this hunt feel…weird to you?" Sam asked, feeling awkward.

"…no. What, are you Psychic Wonder again?"

"No, it's just…intuition, I guess?"

Dean stared at him.

"Never mind. We've got some vampires to kill."

Dean just nodded, and they went up to the door. They glanced at each other. Sam mouthed, "One…two…three." And shoved the door open.

They were greeted with hissing as vampires scrambled away from the sunlight, their skin smoking. One vampire threw itself on Dean's back, jerking his head back. Whatever it meant to do, it didn't have the opportunity. Dean drove his stake into the vamp's back from behind. The vampire released its grip, and Dean turned around. The vampire looked to have been a young woman when she was turned. And she was looking pissed.

"You missed," she hissed, and yanked the stake out of her back. Dean saw and quickly realized that he'd missed the heart. Great.

Two more vampires leapt to that scene, and they and Dean traded blows. During that time, someone grabbed Sam's arms from behind, probably right behind him. So Sam jerked his head back and felt it connect with something hard. The arms released him. He turned around and threw his fist into the vampire's face. It jerked his head to the side, but it wasn't enough to send him down. He kicked Sam in the stomach, knocking the air out of him and sending him flying across the room. Slightly dazed, Sam felt himself get lifted off of the floor and right off of his feet. Something that felt like nails raked across his chest, and Sam gritted his teeth as he felt the blood run from his wounds.

"Mm, looks like he'd be fun to play with," he heard a feminine voice murmur.

Sam grunted with effort as he tried to focus.

Meanwhile, Dean was struggling with what felt like three vampires. One, the one he'd tried to stake, was doing a good number on his back. A second female vampire watched as a male vamp slammed his fist into Dean's gut repeatedly. But Dean was getting tired of it. He jerked his elbow back towards the vampire behind him, feeling that he'd knocked her off of balance. The male vampire in front of him slammed his fist into Dean's face. Dean's head snapped back, but he quickly responded by grabbing the vamp and slamming his knee into his gut.

The vamp would be disoriented for just for a second, Dean knew. So he turned, grabbed his stake, and put it into chest of the vampire he'd staked before with no success. She gasped, and Dean literally saw the poison of the wood invade her veins.

"Didn't miss this time, did I, honey?"

Dean's victory was short-lived, though, because his head was jerked back, and something exceptionally sharp touched his throat.

"You know, two things you'll learn about vampires," the guy vamp murmured in his ear. "One: We don't take the death of a fellow coven member well. Two: Just because we have fangs doesn't mean we don't like to play with other sharp things too."

The blade didn't cut his throat though. It was embedded deeply into his shoulder. Dean gritted his teeth against crying out or groaning, feeling that the knife hadn't hit any vital arteries—it might've even missed a vein, it could be purely muscular damage—at the same time he felt the pain. But it pissed him off enough to fuel him to fight back. He shoved the vampire off of him and yanked the knife out of his shoulder. He only had a second though. Something caught him off guard from behind and threw him on the floor.

The second female vampire, the one who'd watch the big vampire guy beat the crap out of him, knelt down by him and said, "He's right, you know. We're very protective of our covens. And I'm going to miss Katie very, very much. I think I'll take it out on you."

She grabbed his head by his short hair and threw it back into the decaying—but still hard—floorboards. Dean felt a strong board give with a snap before he heard it. His head throbbed. That could be nothing good. He was dizzy and disoriented, and nauseous now. The vamps could kill him right then and there and he wouldn't have been able to do anything about it. Luckily, though, that didn't seem the idea at the moment.

Sam shoved his fist into the guy vamp's stomach with as much energy as he could muster, sending him stumbling backwards. He heard the female give a catlike growl in his ear. He shoved her off, too. He found his stake in his jacket packet and went after the male vamp while he was still getting up.

But an unexpected force knocked him off of his feet. Something grabbed him legs and dragged him towards them.

Dean planted his foot into the vampire's chest and shoved, sending her falling away from him and to the side.

Sam slammed his feet against the force holding him and got to his feet. He joined Dean in the center of the room. They were back to back, analyzing the enemies. There were the four original vampires that had attacked them there, but five others had came out from wherever they were hiding from. They circled the Winchesters, most of them growling, with their game faces out; eyes glowing and fangs snarling.

"Crap," Dean muttered. They'd only expected a couple of vamps, not nine. Sam wondered how the hell they were going to get out of this.

"You guys need a hand?"

They looked up, as well as the vampires around them, to see two figures, both male, one dressed all in black including a leather jacket and the other dressed in blue jeans, a white shirt, and a leather jacket as well, that one taller than the black-clad one. They stood near the door, their stances almost casual. The black-clad one held an axe almost nonchalantly in one hand, tossing it from one hand to the other like it was a baseball bat and he was about to swing.

"Guess you don't need to answer that one," the black clad one observed. He was the one who'd spoken first.

"Sorry to barge in on all your fun," he said loudly, speaking more to the vampires, "but, it's over."

And he swung the axe, slicing the head of the male vampire standing near him, the one who had attacked Sam, clean off.

They set it off. The female vampire who had threatened Dean leapt forward, and Dean staked her, shoving her down as soon as he'd seen that he'd nailed his target.

A female vampire grabbed Sam by one arm and flipped him clean off his feet and onto his back on the floor. He grunted, but kept a strong grip on his stake. She saw that and immediately knocked it off of his hand. She bared her fangs, snarling viciously. But suddenly the weight of her was taken off of him. He saw the one in blue jeans, T-shirt and leather jacket lifting her off of him as though she weighed nothing. Then he tossed her across the room, causing her to slam against the wall. He then pulled Sam to his feet, grabbed the stake off the ground, and rammed it into a nearby male vampire's back before returning it to Sam.

"Thanks," Sam said, and then the vampire was gone. He took just a second to think, This is wicked, before throwing himself into the action once more.


Damon threw the male vampire on the floor and slammed his stake into his heart, showing no mercy whatsoever. Damn it, he didn't have time for mercy. Although, when he saw the virus-like poison of the wood spread quickly through the vampire's veins, he remembered how painful that was and briefly felt sympathy for the vamp. Then, though, he noticed the shorter of these two marvelously brave vampire hunters struggling with the girl vampire. He had the stake gripped in his hand, and had it aimed downward towards her chest, but she had his wrist gripped in a even tighter and unbreakable hold, holding him back, preventing the killing from happening.

Damon rushed to them with inhuman speed and knocked the female vampire off of balance. Before she could fall to the ground, though, he caught her so that his hands gripped her arms and her back was towards him, and so that she was held still, for the most part. The short one rammed his stake into her heart, and she gave a pained gasp. Damon dropped her to the ground as soon as he saw that she was dying.

"Thanks, dude," the short one said briefly.

"No problem, dude," Damon replied and headed off into the direction of the vampire he'd seen Stefan toss up against the wall just a few minutes previously.

The vampire grabbed his arms, trying to prevent him from doing any damage to her, but Damon could feel her weakness. She probably hadn't had any blood in a while. He jerked his arms from her grasp and grabbed her by the hair.

"Sorry, babe, business is business." And with that, he sliced her head off, feeling at least glad that her death was quick.

He staked the vampire behind him in the heart the moment he felt his presence.

The tall, shaggy-haired vampire hunter had just staked a male vampire who'd been going at him with the intention of breaking his neck. Damon nodded to himself. There were only two vampires to take care of now…well, not including he and his brother. Damon smirked at that.

His brother was across the room, wrestling with a female vampire that had clearly had some good vampire "super juice" recently; she was putting up a hell of a fight. Stefan knocked her off balance for a moment, looking around for a weapon. Damon, seeing that, threw the machete to his brother, where he caught the handle swiftly. He'd decapitated her in the matter of a second.

Damon looked up just to see the tall one stake the female vampire that the short was struggling with. And that was the end of it; all of the vampires here were dead. Except for him and Stefan, of course.

Damon glanced back and forth between the humans. Both were bruised and bleeding. Either they weren't very experienced vampire hunters, or they hadn't expected this many vampires to be there. Damon hadn't expected that either, but he had the experience on his side. A hundred and forty-six years worth of experience, actually.

Stefan was looking between both humans too.

"Are you guys all right?"

The tall one nodded. The short one replied breathlessly, "Oh, yeah; nifty."

Damon stared at him for a second. "Did you just say 'nifty?'"

The short one just shrugged. He clearly wasn't the type of guy that said 'nifty' often, but at the moment he didn't seem to care. Damon knew how he felt.

"Are you two Sam and Dean Winchester?" Stefan asked the both of them.

Well, Damon had no idea where that came from. Who the hell were Sam and Dean Winchester?

The tall one nodded. "Yeah."

Well. Now Damon knew who Sam and Dean Winchester were. He took a guess and thought that the tall one with shaggy hair was Sam and the shorter one with short, cropped hair was Dean.

"What's it to you?" the one Damon had concluded as Dean demanded of Stefan.

"I believe we have a mutual friend," Stefan replied. "Bobby Singer?"

The humans both nodded simultaneously.

"Ah, Bobby," Damon said, remember things aloud. "Wonder if he still has that scar from New York City…"

Stefan gave him a warning, almost pissed off look. The humans, Sam and Dean looked up at him. The short one, Dean, had 'What the hell is he talking about?' along with a very pissed off look written all over his face.

"It was a while ago," Damon explained. "I kinda almost accidently killed him. Good thing my saintly little brother over there stopped me, huh?" he nodded to Stefan once.

The humans looked at Damon, then at Stefan, then at each other, then at Stefan, then at Damon, and then at Stefan again.

"Who are you?" the short one demanded of Stefan.

"I can't explain that now," Stefan said. "We need to get you guys taken care. From what I know about you, you can't go to a hospital. So, we'll have to use makeshift supplies."

Both boys simultaneously raised their eyebrows, staring at Damon's brother like he was missing something. Damon understood, and rolled his eyes.

"Uh, Stef, I think they've done that before."

"Right."

Stefan glanced around at the bodies of the dead vampires, and the human hunters followed suit.

"So. What're we gonna do about these remains?" it was the short one, Dean Winchester, that asked.

Damon shrugged. "Burn this place."

"Are you sure?" Stefan asked, staring at him like he'd suggested a nearly impossible thing. "That'd attract authorities, if anyone called them because they saw this."

Damon shrugged again, even more nonchalantly. "Don't worry, I got it covered."

"Really. Are you in with the authorities or something?" the tall one, Sam, asked him skeptically.

"As a matter of fact I am, Sammy," Damon replied. Sam gave him a hard glare, and Damon decided that he was not all right with being called "Sammy."

Which, of course, meant that Damon would call Sam "Sammy" as often as possible.

They began making their way out of the farmhouse, often stepping over severed heads and bodies. When they got to the door, Damon said brightly, "So, was that fun or what?"


This was a hard chapter for me to write: I'm not that great at fight scenes. I do think I did pretty good with the characters, though. Tell me what you think!