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BLOOD CARTEL

Chapter Eight

Dean had silently concentrated on the road breaking several speed limits to get to Bobby's before dark, now as dusk fell he pulled the impala up on the roadside near the woods that lay behind Bobby's land a good mile away and cut the engine "So what's the plan college boy?"

Sam chewed on his bottom lip he had no plan as such except for protecting the two people he loved "not sure I'm working on it" he hadn't yet figured out how to rescue Bobby without the Blood Cartel getting their hands on Dean. Climbing out Sam headed for the back of the impala, after opening the boot he pressed the catch to open the secret compartment. Searching through the clutter he found what he was looking for the tin that contained the ash to cover their human scents with. During the long journey he had called Joseph several times, he had wanted the experienced vampire hunter to be there with them as backup but in the end he had to settle with leaving a message on Joseph's voice mail telling him that Bobby was in trouble and they were heading to the salvage yard.

Dean knew the odds were against them as he climbed out and followed his brother to the boot. On his way he pulled out a bottle of Scotch from the inside pocket of his jacket and down a third of the bottle before reaching into the boot of the car, he was unable to stop his sweaty hands from shaking as he grabbed the bottle of dead man's blood and the two machetes. Just the thought of the Blood Cartel being nearby made him feel nervous but he wasn't going to let Bobby down not now, this was his fault if he hadn't of been a filthy blood junkie in the first place Bobby would never have been in this situation.

Having taken the crossbow and bolts from the boot Sam watched Dean closely; he knew when his brother was scared "You are going to be alright?"

Dean leant the machetes against the car then started to checked his gun before slipping it in the back of his jeans "Yeah I have to be" he started to walk passed Sam but Sam grabbed his arm stopping Dean as he passed "I wish you didn't have to be here but I need you, remember your promise we go in rescue Bobby then together we'll figure out what to do next"

"Yeah" if only it was that simple Dean thought maybe he should face the truth that he couldn't run forever maybe next time it would Sam "Sam I can't keep running they'll never give up..."

Sam cut him off "No Dean don't even think it if we have to we'll go to Mexico maybe even the other side of the world" he couldn't hide the desperation in his voice "anywhere they can't find us"

Dean lowered his eyes "Next time it could be you Sam and...I can't let you die, not because of me"

Sam shook his head he couldn't deal with this right now "I can't deal with this now Dean we have to think of Bobby"

Dean nodded Sam was right they had to concentrate on rescuing Bobby but it didn't change the situation nothing did; he took another sip of Scotch before placing the nearly empty bottle in his duffel bag. Grabbing his knife off the back seat he started to strap it to the outside of his right ankle.

After Sam dowsed himself he passed Dean the tin "Make sure you cover yourself well we don't want to advertise that we're here before we're ready" even though he said it he knew Dean would know that; it was more of a reassurance for himself. Walking back to the front of the impala he felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket pulling it out he saw it was Joseph "Joseph, thank god, you've got my message"

"Yeah, we're here at Bobby's I'll explain later, where are you?" Joseph gruff voice replied

Releasing some of the built up tension in his shoulders Sam was a little surprised that Joseph was already there but he didn't question it "In the woods behind Bobby's, we'll be there shortly"

Placing the phone back in his pocket Sam answered the questioning look on Dean's face "Joseph's here"

"More the merrier" Dean finished dowsing himself with the ash before throwing the tin back in the secret compartment. He closed the boot and collected the machetes "let's go" he left it to Sam to pick up the bottle of dead man's blood along with the crossbow and bolts

They steadily worked their way through the trees towards the back of Bobby's yard where they climbed over the wrought iron fence into the yard. Dean let Sam take point as they quietly headed towards the house using the old vehicles as their cover.

It was Joseph who saw the two Winchesters approaching "Sam, Dean over here" he called out in a low voice

They both saw Joseph and Billy pressed up against the side of an old truck "How long have you been here?" Dean asked as they reach the other hunters

Billy looked at his watch "About an hour"

Joseph peered around the old truck at the sleeping dog lying on the porch "Bobby rang us this morning said he got that feeling that us old hunters get, that something nasty was about to happened and he didn't want to take any chances especially not after Matt and the sheriff"

Kneeling down by the front wheel of the truck Billy added "Looks like he was right"

"How many of them are they?" Sam asked changing positions with Joseph so he could see the house

"Not sure, we've seen movement inside the living room but we can't get to any closer because of the dog" Joseph replied

From his kneeling position Billy turned to look up at Dean "We were trying to think of a way to draw them out"

"And?" Dean asked

Joseph shrugged his shoulders and looked at Billy for confirmation "So far nada"

Dean calmed his nerves and squared his shoulders "I'll draw them outside, it's me they want" all the three hunters turned to looked at him

"No Dean" Sam snapped back a little too loudly which made Bo's ears twitch

Joseph had to admit they had no other choice "We need to draw them out and Dean our best option"

Sam glared at Joseph "I'm not using Dean as bait"

Dean grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him towards the back of the truck "It's ok Sam, it the only way and besides you've got my back covered what could possibly go wrong, they won't hurt me"

Sam slowly shook his head "I don't like it"

"What other choice do we have?" Dean replied "Promise I won't do anything stupid"

Struggling to open his eyes Bobby was surprised to see that the mid day sun had gone and his living room was now covered in shade which meant he had passed out from the pain or the loss of blood from his arm and knee, his chest felt like there was a lead weigh pressing down hard on it stopping him from drawing much needed air into his lungs. He looked up at the clock on the wall it was now evening time so he had be out of it for a few hours which probably meant the boys would be almost there, he knew they wouldn't follow orders and stay away. He was determined that he wasn't going to be used as some bargaining chip so they could get their hands on Dean so he started working with his one good hand to free his wrist from the rope but that bastard with the one with the baseball bat had tied it too tight for him to free himself. His attempt had caused his savaged arm to start bleeding again he could now feel his blood dripping off his arm on to the floor which gave him an idea he painfully twisted his arm further so that his blood would start to flow down his arm onto the robe hopefully he could soften the rope, stretch it. As he worked he kept his eye on Jimmy sat in the chair that had his gun strapped beneath it, while ever Jimmy sat there he had no hope of getting to it.

Jimmy swung the baseball bat through the air at an imaginary ball "When's he going to get here?" Jimmy's patience was wearing thin "You know I don't like waiting around I'm a man of action" give him something to destroy, beat up, mutilate and his was happy.

"Soon I hope"

"What's the deal with our Master loaning us out to Master Tobias anyway, he comes out of nowhere, nobody's' even heard of him and the next thing you know their all buddy-buddy with each other, there's something going on" it had been on Jimmy mind all day.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders "I've heard some rumours from the slaves of the House of Petrov ...nah better not talk about it, you know what the punishment is for spreading rumours and I want to keep my tongue firmly in my mouth" he heard about a slave getting his tongue ripped out for repeating what his master had told him

Jimmy leaned forward he was intrigued now "go on I'll not tell another soul, living or dead"

Spencer studied Jimmy for a minute he would trust him with his life "Ok you didn't hear this from me; Master Dominic is going into business for himself"

"No way" Jimmy was truly shocked

"Apparently he's no longer willing to give the Blood Council a cut of his profits from his blood trafficking businesses or any of his lap dancing clubs and another rumour is that if any of the other cartel members want to join him he's willing to protect them"

"The council aren't going to like that, no one screw with them and ...." Jimmy stopped in mid sentence as he heard Bo snarling on the porch "looks like we have company"

Spencer pulled out his gun as he stood "watch him" he ordered as he move towards the window and peered out, at first he saw no one but after a few minutes he saw Dean walking alone through the cars towards the house "He's here"

Jimmy looked at Bobby, what was there to watch, the old hunter could hardly breathe let alone move and if he could it won't be far.

On the porch Bo pulled on his chain, snapping and snarling at the new arrival, until Spencer appear and slapped him on the side of the head quietening him

Dean moved slowly towards the house he wasn't sure what to expect when he got there. Has he approached he saw the Doberman's teeth as it snarled at him he was glad that it was tied up his attention was drawn to the man who appeared at Bobby's door, the way he was dressed told him he was no vampire, slave yes.

"So you're Dean Aleksandrov?" Spencer stepped off the porch and walked towards Dean stopping in front of him before grabbing hold of Dean's shirt and pulling the fabric aside to see his slave tattoo, as soon as he was satisfied he pressed his gun against Dean's chest "Where's that thieving brother of yours"

"I came alone"

"Oh I don't think so after all the trouble your brother went to claim you he's not going to just let you walk in here all alone" Still pointing the gun at Dean Spencer walked behind him patting him down for concealed weapons, he found Dean's gun nestled in the back of his jeans, he tucked it in the back of his own pants before placing his left foot at the back of Dean's right knee forcing Dean down on to his knees.

Sam watched, his finger ready on the trigger as Dean was forced to the ground he had to force himself to stay as he watch Spencer placed his gun at the back of his brother's head

"If you want your brother to live you'd better come out" Spencer shouted out his empty threat for Sam to hear

Sam hesitated before standing; they had already figured that Bobby's captors wouldn't buy Dean's story of coming alone, hopefully now the man holding at gun to Dean's head would be satisfied that there was no one else hiding in the yard. Sam walked towards the house his gun held loosely in his hand, out of the corner of his eye he saw that Joseph and Billy were in position and ready

TBC