Yay! Another chapter done and done! Sorry it's shorter than some, and sorry this took so long to put up! I had to study for exams and that took 2 whole weeks out of my schedule! I actually wrote all of this in 2 sittings, but then I had to edit and make this perfect!

Oh, and I realized that I have yet to give my Beta-ing props to Marinawing!! She's done such a great job editing my chapters and giving me great advice and confidence. Thanks girl! 3

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Chapter 6:

"Move!"

Reacting completely on instinct, John shot his free hand out and shoved Sam to the far side of the room, dragging Dean and himself to the other just as Omar came crashing onto the spot where they had been only moments ago.

As fast as a snake he pulled out his machete and pointed it in front of himself. Having time only to defend his sons, John gently placed Dean's head on the ground and, with swords-man like precision, swung his blade towards the vampire that was now between him and his other son.

Jumping up to meet Johns challenge, Omar twisted his hands into claw-like appendages, and leaped at his opponent. They crashed mid-air, John throwing punches this way and that with his free hand and trying to cut the leaches' head off with the other, and in return, Omar was trying to rip his claws into John's heart and eat it.

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Fear froze in Sam's heart as he saw his dad and the male vampire clash in combat. But he knew now was not the time to freeze up. Now that his dad was fighting, that left him, his unconscious brother, and the female vampire.

Moving quickly, seeing that she was advancing on his now helpless and defenseless brother, Sam dived over to Dean's side, pulling out one of the blood soaked arrows and loading it into the cross-bow, well aware that he would be getting no further help from his dad.

Sam turned around, ready to plug the bitch with some dead man's blood, but she was too fast. Grabbing him by the collar, she yanked him roughly off of the floor, making him drop the bow in the process.

"No! Let me go! DAD!" Sam cried, trying desperately to pry her cold fingers off of his shirt.

"Oh, Daddies too busy right now to save you" taunted Catherin, enjoying the young boys fear. "And once Omars done with him, we're going to have as much fun with you as we did with your brother!" she said excitedly, glancing in Dean's direction, licking her lips. "I wonder if you'll scream as much as he did!"

"Shut up you bitch!" Sam yelled, her words crushing his fear and replacing it with pure rage. How dare they do this to his brother? The brother that was a father, mother and best friend to him.

Since his feet were only just grazing the floor, he shoved off with the tips of his toes as fast and as forcefully as he could and brought his foot up as hard as he could in between her legs. Sam knew that it wouldn't hurt as much for a girl, especially a girl who was a blood-sucking leach, but he knew that it should at least get a response out of her. Maybe ever get her to let her grip loosen on him. That didn't happen.

"Now that was just rude" Catherin complained, sounding pissed off. "And very inappropriate for a boy your age."

"Oh, bite me" was all Sam had to say in response.

"Oh my, such wrong choice of words! I think I just might!" Catherin leaned in, unsheathing her fangs, but stopped when a pained yell came from the next room over, where the two fighting men had disappeared in a tangle of fists and claws. And it wasn't John's voice.

"Omar?!" Catherin called, tossing Sam away from her to go see if her mate was okay. Sam shook his head to clear the dizziness and looked up to see his father, now bruised and bloody, but alive, standing in the doorway. Another observation he made was that his father no longer held a machete.

That was one down. One to go.

"I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!!" Catherin screeched, throwing herself at John, ready to rip his throat out for killing her mate. As stubborn as always, John held his ground and out his fists up, ready for a fight, although he seemed exhausted.

Catherin was almost on John when there was a sharp click, and then a woosh as an arrow came flying through the air, landing right in the middle of her back, sending her off course and missing John's head my mere centimeters.

After crashing to the floor, Catherin looked up to see who had shot her, and her eyes locked with glassy, pained but determined green ones.

"I told you you would pay for wrecking my shirt."

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TBC

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