"The boiler room! It's so cliché it's perfect!" He bolted down the hallway and staircase before reaching the entrance. It was locked, he figured it would be. Taking a paperclip and bending it to fit the lock, he easily fiddled with the lock until it sprang open. Dean could say a lot of bad things about John, but he couldn't say he'd never learned anything. He made his way inside, peeking around the corner. Yup, this was definitely the place. It was fucking creep central. The putrid smell of decaying corpses filled the room and immediately Dean felt the nearly uncontrollable urge to empty the contents of his stomach. But he didn't have time for weakness now; he had to get his baby brother back, even if it killed him. He'd also teach that vamp bitch not to lay her bloodsucker hands on his Sammy. He stepped forward, shining a flashlight on the cold cement. It was stained a dark brown rust color with old blood. He moved the light to the corner. Bodies, there had to be at least 30 kids bodies here, old and decaying, drained of nearly all their blood.

"Sammy?" he whispered harshly, shining the light in the opposite direction, catching glimpses of more bodies. "Sammy." He tried again. This time he heard a response.

"De?" the voice was strained and exhausted but it was undoubtedly Sam. He ran towards the voice, stumbling over a few unseen objects before eventually finding Sam, kneeling down at his brother's side. Sam was pale, blood dripping from his neck, eyes half lidded. He licked his slightly chapped lips weakly smiling at Dean.

"I knew you'd come," he whispered, head slightly tilting to the side. Dean picked the lock on the handcuffs binding his brother down before lifting Sam up into his arms.

"Are there any others Sam?"

"No, it's just me, they've been feeding since they caught me, De, I can barely stand. I've lost… a lot of blood." It was more than clear to Dean that Sam was in no condition to protect himself on the chance that Vamp bitch returned. "Let's get you out of here." He carried Sam up the stairs, leaning him against the wall.

"Wait here, I'm gonna go back and kill this sucker. Don't move until I come back."

"De, you can't-"

Dean silenced him with a kiss, quick and tender but just enough to bring the red flush back into Sam's cheeks. Dean stood back up and before he realized what was happening, he was being thrown violently down the stairs. When he'd tumbled down to the bottom of the staircase he heard a sickening crack. Even though his body was in shock from the fall, he still knew his leg was broken.

The lights flickered on, amongst the decaying corpses stood two vampires, an older woman, Dean was assuming to be Mrs. Price who was now standing at the top of the staircase, holding Sam by the throat. The second was a young man, quickly approaching where Dean lay. He grabbed Dean slamming him against the wall. Dean couldn't breathe. He kick the man as hard as he could with his broken leg, gasping out in pain, but it was just enough to know the vampire off his balance. Dean steadied himself, getting a firm grip on his blade before slicing the creature's throat in one quick motion. The woman screamed out in sorrow and anger, Dean couldn't help but feel almost bad for her, vampires mated for life. He couldn't imagine if someone had killed Sam like that.

"You!" She screeched dropping Sam and striding down the staircase to lunge at Dean. She dug her claw-like nails into the soft flesh of his neck. He immediately felt the warm trickle down his neck and the sickening rusted smell of blood. The cool air stung the wound. She must have cause some serious blood flow cause already Dean was feeling dizzy and weak on his feet.

"Sam!" he gasped, pressing a shaky palm against his neck to slow the rapid bleeding, "Run!" Sam wanted to protest. He wanted to go back down and beat the living hell out of that bitch. But with all the blood he'd lost he knew he'd just get in Dean's way, he was much better off running to get help. He was useless injured. He staggered down the hallway ignoring the art teacher who called out to see if he was okay from her doorway.

Dean swung at the bitch, already dizzy and disoriented from lack of blood.

"You don't stand a chance," she sneered gripping Dean's knife wielding arm and snapping it like a twig, causing him to drop the weapon, groaning out in agony. "F-fucking bitch!" he screamed taking a swing at her with his good arm.

"Nice try Winchester, but your trapped." She smirked flinging him back against the wall leaning in and sinking her teeth into his already bleeding flesh. He struggled for a long while but soon felt his energy fading as things began turning into a dreamlike haze. The struggling stopped as he started to slip in and out of consciousness. He didn't even notice until she was off him, on the floor dead, that he was free. He dropped to his knees feeling everything slowly fading in and out. He had no idea what was happening. He felt two sets of warm hands helping him up, slinging his good arm over a shoulder to support him as they made it up the stairwell. He made it just long enough to see Sam running down the long hallway towards him, shouting his name, before everything slowly faded out to a warm and peaceful black.


Hey you guys! So here is chapter 8 I really hope you like it. My full explaination for why Dean wasn't a better hunter in my opinion is that he's only 20 here, still a reckless kid and he's also a reckless kid in love. And his love is in Danger, so of course he couldnt think straight. And Sam would NEVER abandon Dean, but he was running out to find help, he wasn't abandoning Dean. Alright, I hope you like it 3 Chapter 9 will be up tomorrow or the next day. I'm gonna do a sex scene with a couple different elements since Dean is hurt. All my love 3

-Jen