Blood 6
'Erm, do we know you…Olivia?' Sam brown eyes looked curious as he watched this woman claim to be a hunter stand with them in the dark basement.
'Nope, but I have heard of ya! My dad met yours years ago on a hunt for some vampires. Then he moved to Australia and met my mum.' She still smiled even though the boys were unsure of who she claimed to be.
Dean walked back to the table and picked up the letter. 'What is this place?' He walked back to Olivia and stood next to her. He was taller than her, but only just. She turned and faced him, her eyes reflecting in the dim light coming from outside. Sam looked at the two and smiled to himself. Olivia looked at Sam as he was smiling and knew what he found funny.
'Well, im not too sure, but this might help.' She took the letter out of Deans hand and winked. ' I saw a motel about 4 miles from here, wanna get some rooms? Unless you already have somewhere?' As Olivia said this, Sam looked at Dean and then to the photo albums on the other side of the room.
'This picture might help us find out who lived here. And the rooms sound good.' He smiled and walked to the shelf. Dean held his side and noticed he was still bleeding. He winced but walked forward, leading the way out of the basement back to the hole he fell through.
Dean turned and looked at his brother then the female with them. 'Sammy, where did you out the rope?'
'Erm, up there.' He pointed to the outside of the hole. Deans eyes flared and just as he was about tear Sam a new one, Olivia stepped in.
'We can climb here, the tree roots look steady.' Again she smiled at the brothers, her cheerful disposition unlike many hunters the brothers have encountered. Dropping the gun on the floor Olivia started to climb. Hooking her foot in one root and pushing up with the other, with ease she was out the hole. Sam smiled and done the same. It was easier for him, being taller. Wiping the dirt from his trousers, he looked at Dean, still gripping his side. Dean put his leg up and pushed; the pain rushing through his body. Both Sam and Olivia helped him out.
'Damn that hurts.' Dean got up and continued to hold his side. Sam was concerned for his older brother. He never really gets hurt that easy or at least shows it since… Then just as Sam started to walk properly, his ribs kicked in. Falling to the floor, the pain made him fight tears.
'Sammy, you ok?' Dean was worried and Olivia looked at Sam then rushed over.
'Whats up?' She looked at Dean for the answer,
'We were in a fight earlier and he took and metal pipe to the side. Broken ribs. He was fine just a few minuets ago, I don't know whats causing the pain.'
Sam just tried hard to fight back tears. It wasn't just his ribs this time. His whole chest was in pain. 'De..Dean. Its not my ri..ribs. It. Its all over.' He tired to get up with the help of Dean and Olivia, but the pain was too much. He could see his surroundings going blurry then black. The last thing he heard was:
'SAM!!!'
Slowly, Sam started to wake, his head feeling heavy. He pulled himself up, expecting a surge of pain, but just got the pain from his ribs. Blinking a few times, he could make out two figures reading and pointing to some stuff. He tried to get up and made a groaning noise which caught someone's attention. Sam could tell it was Dean the closer he got. His brother still needed to change, the blood now drying in his top. His head wound didn't look so bad.
'Sam are you okay? Take it easy will you!'
'Dean, im fine, really. No pain apart from the ribs.' He smiled, but could see the love in his brothers green eyes. Looking on, he noticed Olivia then turned his head around the room. It was a motel room. The walls were wooden, and a small television was at the end of the two beds. Olivia stood up and smiled.
'You sure your okay Sam?'
Sam nodded, so she left it and went back to the table. Sal walked up to the table and saw the photo he took and the letter Dean had along with local records and newspaper cuttings. He picked up a newspaper cutting and read it aloud.
'Hunter hunts own children?' His expression was one of confusion as he read the headline.
Olivia shook her head, her blonde hair moving gracefully. 'Nope, read further down. The headline doesn't do this guy much justice.'
Sam smiled at the young hunter and started to understand what Dean maybe saw in her. But after Madison, love was the last thing he wanted. Reading further, his brown eyes moving from side to side rapidly, until he put the article down. 'An accident. Roger Baykok killed his daughter by accident.'
Dean took off his grey shirt and threw it in the bath room. 'Roger Baykok was hunting for deer or whatever and heard something move in the woods. Firing it wasn't until after he went to see what he hit, he realised it was his 13 year old daughter Rachael.'
Sam stared at the wall for a second. 'So, what happened to him? And what does this have to do with the murders?'
Olivia pulled her hair out of her face and tied it up with a hair band. 'His wife saw him over the dead body and the blood everywhere so two days later, after Roger had reported it and the article had been done, his wife shot him and burned the body.' She walked over to a chair in a corner of the room with a defeated look about her. The happiness not in those eyes anymore, just tiredness. Dean noticed and sat on the bed opposite her.
'it's a lead. We now know that the basement belonged to this Roger dude, and that he may well be doing this. All we need to do is find a way to kill him before this sonuvabitch kills more girls.' His green eyes looked into Olivia's aqua ones, trying to bring back hope. 'We get some sleep and then go hunting.' He looked at Sam, who placed down the article and felt the dean end of the case. When suddenly Olivia's eyes lit up.
'I know, I'll go in the woods as bait, he likes girls, so I'll go in, have you guys wait by the road an then just wait until Baykok shows up!'
Dean frowned his face ready to argue the reasons for why Olivia idea was a bad one when Sam closed his eyes and grabbed his side again. He collapsed in a heap, eyes shut and not moving.
'SAMMY!!!'