Dean woke up first, coughing into Sam's jacket. He shook his head slightly, wincing as his head throbbed slightly, he rubbed at a sore spot for a while, and then looked around him. What the hell had happened? And where the hell where they?
Dean looked down at his brother. His face was turned away from him, so Dean wacked him on the leg to wake him up.
'Sammy! Wake up!' he muttered loudly. Sam moaned as he stirred, lifting his head, then shaking it, Dean heard him take an intake of breath, and he rubbed a spot on the side of his head.
Uncanny thought Dean, then he sat up, and pulled Sam up with him.
Sam turned his head, and Dean gasped, the left side of Sam's face was covered in blood, and his nose was bent at an odd angle.
'Jesus Sam...' Dean started, but Sam patted him on the shoulder to quieten him.
'Shh, don't worry Dean, I'll be fine, it's just bruising. Where are we?' Sam said. He was touched by Dean's concern for his health, but there were more pressing matters at hand.
Dean looked around again and shrugged.
They were in a dark room, with a small window letting a little bit of moonlight. The soft light illuminated their prison. The room was bare apart from a bookcase and a table. The brothers were lying on the floor, their legs entwined with each other.
The brothers crept apart and studied their surroundings.
'So, where do you think we are then?' asked Dean, peering out the window, but seeing nothing but darkness. Before Sam had a chance to answer his brother's question the door was banged open, hitting the wall on the opposite side. Both the Winchesters jumped a mile.
'Well, howdy boys, hope you had a nice kip!' said a wiry young vampire with long black hair, grinning at the boys in a mock friendly way.
'Oh we sure did bub' said Dean in an equally 'friendly' bravado.
The fang smiled at Dean's fighting spirit, and chuckled as he rubbed his neck, looking nervously at the door, where suddenly footsteps could be heard.
Sam and Dean looked at each other, raising their eyebrows, and suddenly two more vampires' cam into the room. Jesse was one of them; he had changed into blue baggy jeans and a black shirt with a red checked neckerchief. The other vampire was tall but stocky, wearing baggy black trousers and a ripped white t-shirt.
'I trust you two boys are well rested' began Jesse, but Dean butted ahead of him
'Listen dude, cut the crap and tell us why we're here!' here yelled, stepping forward.
Instead of answering him, Jesse jerked his head towards the guy he had come into the room with. 'My buddy here is Johnny, he's been a good friend of mine for a few years now, and he's helped me deal with people like you two'
'What do you mean?' Sam ventured, staring at Johnny with wariness. Johnny grinned and flexed his fingers. Jesse grinned as well, and he and Johnny stepped into the room a bit more.
Johnny produced a knife, and Dean stiffened. Johnny motioned to Dean with the knife.
'Get over there now!' he ordered, motioning to the other side of the room, away from Sam.
Dean gave a small laugh. 'No, I don't think so' he muttered, standing his ground.
'I said now!' yelled Johnny, thrusting the knife in Dean's direction, catching him on the shoulder, ripping his shirt. Dean gasped and moved sideways, making sure that Sam was safe as he was doing so.
'That's better, now you-'he jabbed the knife in Sam's direction. 'You go over there and stay there!' he said, and Sam obliged, walking slowly in the other direction. He then turned to find Jesse right behind him.
Jesse pushed Sam to the floor and kicked him in the chest. As Sam went down, Dean yelled and surged forward to protect his little brother. He pulled Jesse off him, but was hauled back by Johnny, and got a punch in the jaw for his troubles. Dean reeled, focused again and threw a punch back; catching Johnny on the side of the face, but it didn't seem to have any affect.
As this was happening, Sam was in the middle of a battle of his own. Jesse had resumed his kicking, but Sam was ready for him this time. He grabbed Jesse's leg and wrenched it upwards, sending him tumbling backwards.
Suddenly, there was the deafening sound of shoes on stone, and then three more fangs appeared in the doorway, surveying with shock the scene before them.
Then two of them pulled Sam to his feet, whilst the third helped Johnny try to quell a fighting Dean.
When the boys where apprehended at last. Jesse turned to the Winchesters, blood trickling down his face, and smiled.
'Well boys, looks like we have a pair of fighting cocks on out hands!' he said, sneering to his mates, who jeered in return.
'Looks like this next part is going to be fun Jesse' piped up an older vampire wearing a jean jacket and tracksuit bottoms. The other fangs laughed at this and nodded their heads.
'What next part?' asked Sam, rubbing his chest where he could feel a bruise starting to form. Dean looked to his brother, and saw with a jolt that he was shaking. This kicking's where making him weaker and weaker, and dean put his hand on his shoulder to steady him.
'Well, Sammy-'started Jesse.
'Sam' interjected Dean, earning a small smile from Sam.
'Whatever...this next part is going to be very fun- and creative!'
'What do you mean?' asked Dean, looking from one fang to the other.
'Well, put it this way...' said Jesse, smiling. Pearly white teeth flashed, reflecting in the moonlight.
'...there will be blood!'
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