Hey guys sorry this is late! Just finished exams :D This is also a horrible chapter and I'm not happy with it but I wanted to get something up so here you go :) Please leave some feedback!

A/N: Bobby is still alive :)

Disclaimer: Only own my OC and the plot :(

I swore as another jolt of pain rushed through my shoulder.
"Watch where you're stabbing that thing would you?" I snarled at Dean who stood beside me, a needle and floss in his hand.

"Want me to stitch you up or not?" He retorted and I didn't answer, sulking. After being thrown against the wall the gun shot wound in my shoulder had reopened. Something you knew as a hunter was never go to the hospital. So now I was sitting at my kitchen table, gripping the edge of the chair with more force than I thought I could ever produce, while Dean used a sewing needle and dental floss to stitch up my wound, much to my horror. At least when Theo did it he used the proper materials. When I did it I used surgical glue. I was not one for needles. Every now and then I'd send evil eyes in Sam's general direction, a feeling of disgust still going through me every time I thought of the blood that had been covering me less than two hours before.

As I tried to distract myself from what Dean was doing to my shoulder my eyes wandered to Sam, this time softer in their appearance.

"Is it true? Everything I've heard from hunters passing by? Dean did you –" He became rigid at my shoulder. It was enough of an answer. "Sorry," I muttered. Sam spoke up.

"You know there wasn't a day that went by when you didn't cross our minds," he murmured and I scoffed.

"Save the bullshit please." I frowned. "If you had of thought of me you would have done something about it instead of leaving me by myself."
"We didn't know about Aunt Marilyn dying … If we had we would have come earlier. I promise." I didn't answer, leaving the room to fall into silence again.

In the silence, my ears began to register a soft, irritating beeping noise.

"What's that?" I heard Sam ask from the couch, and I pushed myself to my feet, pushing away Dean's hands. I furrowed my face in confusion, moving slowly towards the basement door. Realisation dawned as I looked to my brothers in panic.

"Moving. They're moving!" I shouted at them as I raced down the stairs, eyes scanning the large map. "To … us?" I looked at the red dots in confusion. "They're not moving away from us. They're moving to us?" I frowned.

"What do you mean, to us?" Dean prompted me to clarify. I pointed at the screen with my finger.

"The two we've got tagged … One of them is only a block away and the other is not far behind." I looked up at them, worry clouding my features. "I have a feeling we will not be alone for very much longer."

Both of them leapt into action, heading towards my cabinets stocked with weapons.

"Where do you keep your dead man's blood?" Sam asked as he foraged through the cupboards. I glanced at him sheepishly. "You're joking right. Are you seriously that squeamish about blood?" I went bright red.

"For fucks sake, Mads. That stuff is kinda useful in this situation," Dean growled and I sighed, placing a rather large knife in my belt loop and taking the steps two at a time, moving to the front window in order to watch a white van pull up on the verge. I knew – well hoped – that Sam and Dean wouldn't be far behind me as I moved to beside the front door, hiding myself from view and soft footsteps approached the door. I saw a flicker of movement from the corner of my eye. I waited until I confirmed it wasn't someone I knew before stepping out, swinging my arms around, blade in hand, hearing the satisfying thump of a heavy head hitting my wooden floorboards. I barely had time to celebrate before a hand was over my mouth and the cool tip of a blade was placed to my neck.

"Move." A voice growled in my ear, pushing me away from the doorway in my frozen state and down the hallway. The sound of fighting got louder as we reached the kitchen and I watched Dean lop off the head of the last vampire standing before turning around, his face freezing in a mask of fear.

"You let her go now," he threatened, going to step forward. He froze as the vampire holding me pressed the blade harder into my neck and I whimpered. "Or not," Dean restated, dropping his weapon and holding out his hands in defeat. I felt something hard hit the side of my head and hit the ground with a thump.

I woke feeling woozy, with an aching head and dizzy. My eyesight was blurry and took a while to adjust to my surroundings. I tried moving only to find my wrists were secured, a sharp pain rushing through one of them as I jolted it. Eyes squinting I glanced at it, immediately looking away as I saw the blood dripping from a deep gash in my wrist. To my right I heard a groan and turned my head to locate the noise, seeing Dean struggling in a chair to my right. Sam lay in a heap on the floor and fear shot through me when it looked like he wasn't moving.

"Dean?" I whispered, my voice hoarse.

"Mads, keep your head down. Don't you dare look up." I obediently ducked my head but looked at him with confusion.
"Why? What's wrong?"

"Just don't look up, okay? Sam's alive. We'll be fine. Not the first time this has happened. It's basically becoming routine," he joked, and I let out a dry laugh.

"Good routine to follow." He smiled. We both fell silence as we heard footsteps approach, slow and teasing before coming to a stop not far in front of me. I felt a hand grip my hair and yank my head up, causing me to wince in pain as I glared at one of the vampires we had been tracking.

"Don't look down, girl. Then you'll miss our special surprise for you," he said smoothly, a dark grin permanently etched on his face. It was then that I noticed what was out of place in my kitchen. I felt bile rise into my throat as my eyes were drawn to the object placed on my kitchen bench. My heart stopped beating. All I could see was the head. I let out a small whimper, a whimper of pain and sadness and anguish and hate. I was drowning in sadness. It was my stupidity that had gotten him caught and now my best friend was dead.

"Theo …" My voice was choked and a whisper. The guy standing beside me ran a hand down the side of my cheek as he grinned.

"We lost our use for him … once we drained him of blood he was too weak to be of any help to us. And you know why he's here now?" He paused, waiting for me to meet his gaze. "Because you were too weak, too helpless to save him." I didn't reply, shutting down my emotions and my movements. I sat lifeless in the chair, waiting, welcoming death as regret washed through me.

"You leave her alone," I heard Dean growl from the other side of me and I looked up in confusion. He now stood out of the chair, knife in hand, holding the vampire in a fierce gaze. Sam was on his feet as well, turning to move through the house and eliminate anyone who may be left. He returned not long after to cut my ties, letting me stand on shaky feet. Dean had his knife to the vampire's neck and I slowly shook my head at him.

"Don't Dean. The pleasure's all mine." I didn't recognise the girl speaking those words, didn't recognise the girl reaching for the knife and didn't recognise the girl who swung at the man, with such fury and anger. It was over in seconds. I didn't realise I was shaking until Sam placed a soft hand on my arm, drawing me back to reality. I glanced quickly at the bench to see Theo's head had disappeared, as had Dean, leading me to think that was related. I silently thanked him. I let out a soft sob as I buried my face in Sam's chest. Soft sobs eventually become violent as tears wracked my body.

"What are you going to do now?" Sam asked quietly, a comforting hand running through my hair and I thought.
"I don't know," I answered honestly. "I have no one here. I'll probably move on. Change of place. Maybe stay with Bobby for a bit. I truly don't know." My answer was met with silence.

"Come with us. Stay with Dean and I," Sam offered, and I couldn't help but let out a soft smile. Maybe things were finally looking up.

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