Chapter 7
True to his word, only about an hour or so later did Dean return to the motel room with a dark green duffel bag hanging from his right shoulder looking rather full – in fact, it seemed to almost be weighing him down.
Once in the room, he dropped the bag on Sam's bed giving his brother a small nod to tell him that he got what he was looking for.
Sam sat by the head of his bed looking back at Dean curiously as he turned toward the kitchenette and pulled out a large black mug from the corner of the counter.
"Any trouble while I was out?" Dean wondered out loud sounding somewhat distant as he poured himself a cup of coffee before turning back around to look at Sam and Castiel.
Castiel sat on Dean's bed, also looking up at him – his gaze seemed more judging, however.
"No," Castiel answered honestly, "just conversing."
Dean nodded slowly and brought the mug to his face and took a sip. When he brought it back down he looked over at Sam quizzically.
"What were you conversing about?"
"Nothing of importance." Castiel replied.
"Dean, I'm so sorry." Sam interjected, giving Dean the kicked-puppy-dog look that under any other circumstance would have had Dean forgiving him instantly.
But tonight, his brothers' usual hazel gaze was outlined in a red…somehow that didn't make it as effective as it did when he was human.
And while even though he did tell Sam that he forgave him, he wasn't entirely sure how to feel about all this just yet. He knew it wasn't Sam's fault, but he still couldn't shake the feeling like he had been betrayed somehow…again.
So Dean did what he usually did under the weight of great emotional pressure…he put his 'game-face' on; he smiled and joked, and buried his feelings so deep they would never ever see the light of day.
"Don't worry about it Sammy," Dean said with a half chuckle that seemed more like a cough, "I got you some units of human blood from the hospital, so you should be good for a few days."
Sam gave Dean a tight half-smile, but didn't say anything.
"So we gonna take out this nest, or what?" Dean asked sounding a bit excited.
"How do you suppose we do that, Dean?" Sam asked incredulously, "We're outnumbered."
Dean shrugged, with a playful smirk on his face as he placed his coffee mug on the counter. He quirked his eyebrow at Sam quickly before he strode to the front door where their bags lay in a neat pile. He pulled his brown duffle bag up by the strap and carried it to his bed where he laid it down gently.
Sam knew it was the bag they kept their weapons in.
Dean quickly opened the bag and dug around for a few moments before withdrawing his silver lighter, and then a large red can of accelerant. He held them up for Sam to see.
"You wanna burn the mill down?" Sam asked with disbelief.
Dean shrugged before answering.
"It's fast and dirty, and the only sure way to get 'em all…unless you got a better idea..?"
Admittedly, Sam didn't. He ran his hand through his hair as he thought about the plan. There was something Dean was leaving out in this little plan of his, and Sam was sure he knew what it was.
"You wanna do this in the morning." Sam said rather than asked.
"You said the sun doesn't kill you…I mean, I definitely wouldn't do this if I knew the sun would kill you." Dean explained.
Sam knew that Dean was right. There was no way to fight this plan, really. All the vampires would be at the mill to sleep in the morning, it was the only time to be sure that they got them all.
Even though the sun would significantly weaken Sam.
Just as Sam was about to open his mouth to voice his agreement with Dean's plan, there was a sharp harsh sounding rapping on the front door. The brothers' looked at the angel, and then the front door.
Dean's smile faded and he quickly put the red can and the lighter back in the duffel bag before zipping the bag shut.
When Dean turned back around to face the front door, Sam was already there looking out the peep-hole curiously.
Sam looked around at Dean and rolled his eyes, on the other side of the door stood the plump older woman maid holding a small stack of cleaned folded white towels.
"Maid." Sam explained to his brother.
Dean relaxed visibly and walked back over to the counter where he had laid his coffee mug.
Sam opened the door quickly, ready to shoo the maid away from their room when a pungent smell assaulted his nostrils, underlined with a more pleasing scent.
Once the door was opened, Sam got a closer look at the maid and immediately hated himself for opening the door.
The maid at the door was clearly dead, her eyes were glazed over in an unseeing sleep while her mouth hang open slightly agape, and a man short bald-headed man stood behind the woman wearing a white t-shirt and grease-stained jeans.
The man was holding the dead woman's' body upright, to fool the brothers' into opening to door.
Sam's eyes widened slightly when he saw the man's' eyes. They were like his, only his irises were dark brown with a red outline. As Sam realized what the man was, the man opened his mouth to reveal his bloodstained fangs.
"Sam Winchester," the man greeted in a deep grunting tone, "I brought you a present!"
With that, the man pulled his hands away from the woman's' back and Sam immediately saw they were covered in her blood…and as she fell over to the carpeted floor of their room in a dead heap, Sam realized with a sickly pleasure how exactly the other vampire held her upright.
A large dark red, almost black hole was visible on her back – through her blue and white maids' uniform, then through her flesh, and her spine. Blood pooled underneath her body, and some of her organs spilled out of the hole as well when the other vampire withdrew his hand.
The vampire had his hands inside her, and held her like a puppet.
That was the smell, Sam realized. It was dead blood, and vampire. It took him a moment to decipher the sweeter scent lying beneath the sour one…and then it hit him when he felt Dean creep up behind him.
It was her fear…the vampire had toyed with her before he killed her, making sure her fear rose to a point where it would take long after her death for it to fade completely.
Sam's upper lip curled up at the sight of her blood with disgust, she was dead…the blood no longer held any value to him, there wasn't any life left in her veins to steal.
Dean noticed how tense Sam shoulders were when the maid dropped to the floor in a dead pile; he put a hand on his brothers' shoulder and called his name questioningly to make sure he was still with them.
"M'here." Sam replied in a deep mutter.
He was sure Dean must have thought he was going to attack and claim the corpse, he probably thought Sam's control was on the line by his stance.
But Sam would never tell his brother that he wouldn't take the still and cold blood from a lifeless victim, there was nothing in it for him. He was dead already for all intents and purposes…what help would the juices from the dead be to him?
And the other vampire knew that too.
The reason he appeared on their doorstep with a dead body was to either insult him, or to provoke his anger.
"What do you want?" Sam demanded with a piercing gaze at the other vampire who was still smiling gleefully.
"Me?" The vampire asked playfully as he pointed to himself with his bloody hands, "I don't want anything…but my friends want you to come back with us, and for your brother here to be carved like a Christmas turkey."
"What friends?" Dean snapped from just behind Sam as he dropped his hand to his side.
"I didn't come alone," the vampire said simply, "the rest are waiting not too far from here."
"Where?" Sam spat.
Before the vampire could respond, his mouth widened with a pain-filled scream passing his lips as a machete blade tore through to the front of his throat from behind and then tore through his neck like a knife through butter.
As the vampires' head dropped to the ground to a sickening 'thud' and rolled toward Sam's feet, the brothers' looked up at their savior.
There, now holding the bloody machete at his side was Castiel looking down at the dead vampire with a vacant expression.
The body of the vampire tumbled to the ground in a heap right on top of the fallen maid. Their blood mingled on the large puddle on the floor and began to spread toward Sam, Dean, and Castiel's feet with ferocity.
"Thanks Cas." Dean said sounding a little winded.
"Do you know where the other vampires are?" Sam asked the angel urgently.
Castiel nodded before responding, he took a couple steps to his right so Sam and Dean could see into the parking-lot just behind him. The angel then pointed to a red pick-up truck with the engine still running with its back facing them.
Sam doubted Dean could see that far, but he could clearly see four figures inside the truck.
"Four others in the nest are waiting for his return." Castiel said simply.
"Son of a bitch." Dean muttered angrily.
"What's the plan, now?" Sam demanded, his voice rising as his temper did.
"I can move us to another motel." Castiel suggested, "Grab your things."
Dean knew exactly what Castiel was suggesting and immediately scowled after rolling his eyes. He wanted to teleport them (or whatever) to a safer location.
"What about my car?" Dean wondered out loud.
"You're kidding me right?" Sam asked angrily, "Leave it! We'll come back for her later, Dean!"
Dean growled lightly, expressing his frustrations as he and Sam turned around and began getting their bags packed and ready.
Castiel stepped over the bodies as the blood coming from them seeped on the pavement just outside of the room, when Castiel was in the room over the bodies – he still managed to step in blood. He hadn't realized that the blood spread into the room, completely soaking the tan carpet making it a dark red/dark brown color.
The blood beneath his feet squished unpleasantly making him cringe slightly so he stepped further into the room. He turned around and faced the open door, and nudged the bodies gently inside the room and out of view of the public, before closing the door quickly behind him.
Sam was done packing first, holding his bag of clothes and personal items, another bag of weapons, and the bag that held the blood units.
A moment later, Dean finished and was at his brothers' side holding two bags of his own – one full of his own personal items and clothes, and the other full of more weapons.
Castiel faced the boys and looked between one another back and forth.
"Are you ready?" He asked the both of them.
Sam and Dean both nodded in unison and closed their eyes tightly before Castiel laid his hands upon each of their foreheads.
There was a heavy gust of wind, and an uncomfortable drop in the boys' stomachs – but just as soon as it started, it stopped. And Dean knew from the smell of dust that they weren't even in the same state anymore.
When he opened his eyes and looked around, his suspicions were confirmed.
Castiel zapped them to South Dakota…in the Singer's Salvage Yard – Bobby's house, more specifically.
This was fine, Dean guessed. Just as long as they were out of harm's way – though he knew they would have to go back to take out the nest, he hoped Castiel knew.
Remember...Bobby doesn't know about Sam yet...how do you think he'll react? 0.0
I'm awful. Haha.