"Blair? Are Sam and LJ there with you?" Dean asked. Why did Blair have LJ's phone?

"No? Please don't tell me they are on their way!" Blair's voice was hoarse and panicked. Dean heard someone whispering.

"Blair, are you okay? What's going on?" Dean paced around the room feeling useless talking on a cell phone and unable to do anything for the frightened girl.

"No, there are vampires. And Demons. They are trying to trap her. Please Dean, stop-" She stopped her sentence with a slight squeak of pain. He could tell there was a male with her, but couldn't distinguish what he was saying.

"Blair! Blair, are you alright?" He asked her, contemplating to steal a car or not.

"Uh Dean, I've been alone with demons and vampires for almost four days now. I'm not okay!" She sounded tired.

"Okay, wrong question to ask. But at least you're alive and talking!" Dean said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh, now they are here with the two goons." He heard her speak. There was a low chuckle and the sound of movement on the other line.

"That's enough." He heard the male voice distinctly and his blood ran cold. The line went dead and Dean cursed himself for not going with his brother and LJ. Dean tried to call Castiel, but had no such luck getting a hold of his angel buddy. Dean walked a few miles to the closest town and looked for a car to steal. Usually he only stole cars if the situation depended on it and in this case, it did. He needed to get to California, and fast! He decided to get a black Nissan Altima for the gas mileage. He slowly drove out of the parking lot as to not have anyone look in his direction, but floored it when he saw people run out of the convenience store waving their arms and yelling.

"Yeah, like that's gonna stop me from taking your car." Dean muttered staring in his rear view mirror. He wished that Castiel would answer him so he could get to California faster. After driving for almost a day, Dean pulls into a gas station only to realize he had no money or credit cards with him.

"Son of a bitch!" He exclaimed, kicking the tire.

"Dude, do you need help?" A guy came limping toward Dean. He was taller by about two inches. He was built strong and muscular. Something about his shaggy hair was familiar.

"Luke!" Dean exclaimed, putting his hand behind his back.

"Yeah, dude, I think Blair is in trouble. That, or she is just ignoring me." He seemed a bit upset. Dean decided he could get on Luke's good side then stab him in the back before he stabs Dean.

"Well, I need to fill up the tank, but I have no money." Dean tried to imitate Sam's puppy dog eyes.

"Dude, what are you doing with your face?" Luke asked as he pulled out his wallet. Dean noticed that the arm that was broken was perfectly healed.

"I thought your arm was broken?" Dean questioned the kid.

"Uh yeah. It was until I ran into this guy and he said he was an angel. He touched me and it healed, but my leg didn't heal as well as my arm did. The guy said he was almost out of juice and hurried away. I didn't even see his face." While they were talking, the car was filling up with gas. Dean motioned his head to the car.

"Hop in. Police may be lookin for it, but there are no other ones to take so we have to do what we have to do." Dean jumped into the driver's seat while Luke jumped into the passenger. Bad Company came on and Luke went to change it when Dean smacked away his hand.

"Dude, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." Dean glared at the guy next to him as they drove down the road. Luke held up his hands as if he was saying he surrenders and proceeded to gaze out the window. When they got into California, Dean's hands tightened around the wheel and he moved forward in the seat, determined. He went way over the speed limit, needing to get to his brother and make sure he was safe. And well, LJ and Blair... but Sammy always comes first to Dean. When they pulled into the town that the motel is in, Luke goes rigid.

"Dean... Please tell me that isn't a fire." Luke was pale white as he saw smoke. Dean ran three yellow lights and two stops signs to get to the motel where there was a huge fire blazing. Firefighters were there with a group of people with soot all over them. Dean jumped out of the car and raced into the group of people, not caring about anything but making sure Sam was okay.

"I'm sorry sir, but you cannot go in there!" Came a muffled voice as a fireman held Dean back.

"My baby brother is in there!" Dean yelled, pushing the firefighter out of his way. Racing into the smoke infested motel room, Dean began to cough.

"Sam! Sammy?" He called, jumping forward to avoid a burning pillar falling on him. He heard coughing and banging from the door all the way back, but there was too much fire in between him and the door.

"Dean?" He heard the muffled yell of his baby brother and knew that no matter what happened to him, he had to help Sammy. It was his job. With a deep breath, Dean took a few steps then ran as fast as he could. He jumped, almost too late, over the fire and debris that blocked his way. He was a foot away from being clear and landing in the burning pile of trash. He screamed in pain as the fire licked at his legs. He hurries to get out of the burning pile before he got burned any worse. He reached for the chair in front of the door when from out of nowhere comes a female vamp, full speed at Dean trying to stop him. He grabbed her by the hair and threw her behind him in the fire as he kicked the chair from the door. Sam and Blair fell out, coughing and staggering. Dean wrapped Sam's arm around his neck and supported him as he walked to the bathroom. He hoped it had a window big enough to climb through. Sam pulled back, making Dean looking at him.

"LJ" Sam hoarsely said, pointing with the hand around Dean toward the other closet that had nothing in front of it.

"I'll check it out, but you need to get out of here!" Dean yelled, pushing Sam and Blair into the bathroom. He watched to make sure they were escaping through the little window, just big enough for Sam to get through, before he ran to the other closet. He grabbed the doorknob only to be burnt by how hot it was from the fire. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, he wraps it around the doorknob and yanks on it, but it doesn't budge. He looks up and sees that there is a huge burning pillar against the door, keeping it shut.

"Sonuvabitch." He curses and again yanks the door, making the pillar slide slightly toward him. He begins coughing, unable to breathe in the smoke filled room. Gather up courage, Dean kicks the burning pillar away from the door. After a few good kicks, it falls, bringing some of the ceiling down as well.

Sam watched in horror as the vamp bit LJ and sucked her blood until she was limp. He tried to help her, but was held back by two demons and another vamp.

"LJ! No!" He screamed.

"Don't worry, I didn't take enough to kill her. She will be fine... For now."

"You bastard!" Sam yelled, pulling all three of the guys with him as he lunged toward the vamp. The vamp smiled at Sam and opened the smaller closet. He dropped her from his arms, making her land with a hard thud. Blair and Sam both winced as they heard a crack. The vamp smiled as he shut the door.

"Let him go." He said while tracing his fingers along Blair's jaw.

"Um sir, are you sure? He can kill you."

"You dare question me!?" The vamp turned, his eyes turning almost gray. The one who spoke averted his eyes and released Sam. Sam stood there, knowing that this vamp was baiting him to attack.

"What are you waiting for, Hunter?" The vamp asked, his back turned to Sam. He traced his fingers along Blair's hairline and down to her neck where he felt her aorta vein. Her heart beat was steady and he smirked at her. She glared at him with glossy eyes. The vamp untied her when he heard a familiar British accent.

"Hmm, a little chilly in here, isn't it?" Sam turned quickly as saw Crowley, standing there as if he wasn't almost killed a few days ago.

"How are you not dead?" Sam asked, eyes narrowing.

"I could ask you the same thing, Moose." Crowley walked toward the vamp.

"Thank you for your time. Leave." The vamp grabbed Crowley by his throat and lifted him off the ground.

"We made a deal!" Crowley snapped his fingers and all the vamps in the room burst into flames except the one holding Crowley.

"Deal was you get the sisters, the Winchesters, and the other tall kid here and I would help you catch the Hunters who killed your mate. It seems we are missing Dean Winchester and the other tall kid. Deal is off." With another snap, the vamp holding Crowley was in flames and stumbled onto the bed, catching it on fire as well.

"Isn't that a shame." Crowley had his minions shove Sam into the other closet while he grabbed Blair and shoved her in as well. Then, he grabbed the chair and blocked it so that Sam wouldn't be able to bust his way out. Wiping his hands off, he smiles at his minions and disappears, meanwhile lighting the rest of the hotel on fire. Sam smells the smoke and begins trying to break the door down, but cannot do so. Blair is on the ground staring up at Sam. She is too weak to stand and is still losing blood.

"I'll get us out of here." He coughed and again tried to burst the door open again. After what seemed like an hour of trying to bust the wall down, Sam slumped against the wall. He was holding his now aching shoulder, hoping Dean would find them before the fire did. Smoke was filling up the small closet fast, so Sam grabbed shirts and shoved them between the crack at the bottom of the door to keep the smoke out. When Sam felt as though he was going to pass out from the fire burning in his lungs, he stood up and started banging on the door once again.

"Dean?" He called, hoping his brother was there. Within a few minutes, Sam fell through the door that Dean had opened. Dean grabbed Sam as Sam grabbed Blair. Dean put Sam's arm around his neck and started leading him to the bathroom when Sam remembered LJ.

"LJ." His voice was scratchy and it hurt him to speak. He pointed toward the other closet that the vamp had dropped LJ into.

"I'll check it out, but you need to get out of here!" Dean pushed Sam and Blair to the bathroom and pointed at the window. Sam hoisted Blair up easily and pushed her through, trying his hardest not to hurt her. After she rolled to the side to let Sam through, he used the rest of the strength he had left to pull himself through the tiny window. He barely fit through it, but he made it. He laid on the ground, breathing fresh air into his lungs when he heard Blair cry out in pain. He rolled onto his side and with blurry vision, he saw what looked like Luke standing over Blair.

"Luke?" He asked, blinking and trying to clear his vision.

"Yeah, it's me." He crouched and checked out Blair. He rolled her over, making her cry out.

"You are not going to be fun in bed anymore. Hope that baby died." He looked at Sam who had a confused look on his face. Luke walked over to him and moved so he could whisper into Sam's ear.

"Yeah, she was my hot ass. But I got her pregnant. I hope they both die." Sam had a fire of anger burst through him, giving him energy. He grabbed Luke by the throat and squeezed as hard as he could. Luke struggled after he lost his breath, but Sam had a strong grip. Luke had underestimated him at this moment in time.

When Luke had gone limp in Sam's grip, Sam continued to squeeze the life out of him.

"Just because she is better than you in every way, does not give you the right to be a complete dick!" Sam through Luke away from him as he crawled over to Blair. A gasp of air told them that he was still alive, but Sam paid him no mind.

"You okay?" He asked, wishing he had some water. She nodded as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Sam lifted her up just as he saw LJ pushed out the window. She was completely unconscious and Dean could not move her. Sam gently set Blair down and gingerly picked LJ up so Dean could get out. Just as he climbed out, three firefighters came running around the corner.

"My God! You're a hero!" One guy exclaimed, pulling Dean into a hug. The firefighters ushered the Hunters to the ambulances that were standing by, not noticing Luke who was waking up. As they were rounding the corner, Dean looked over his shoulder in time to see Luke with a long crowbar and he was about to hit Sam over the head with it when Dean grabbed his wrist.

"Nobody hurts my brother if I have anything to do about it." He then elbowed Luke in the face while twisting the hand with the crowbar. Luke went down hard, but staggered to his feet. He tried to punch Dean, but Dean easily avoided it while planting a hard punch on Luke's jaw. A loud crack echoed throughout the field as Luke fell to the ground, knocked out. Dean wiped his face and walked to the firefighters and the people he was growing to love more and more each day.

"This is the guy who started it. I caught him around the corner with a gasoline can." Dean winked at Sam, letting him know that everything was going to be okay.

The End :)