CHAPTER TEN
"Don't we all? You, me? We deserve to be loved-I deserve to be LOVED!"
~"Crowley"
"Supernatural" Episode: "Sacrifice"
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["Hey, Sam, Sammy, you with me?"]
"Hey-"
["Sammy-Damnit!" ]
"Sam!"
Sam blinked back into a gray darkness, Stefan's face barely three inches away from him. He coughed up dust and debris, his head felt caved in, and he felt the warm blood matted into his hair. He was lying face down in a pile of cracked stone; he rolled over turning the gray darkness into a dull gray light. He pushed himself up with his hands, coughed again and moved to stand up.
Stefan offered him a hand, and he took it. When he got to his feet, the world slanted sickeningly, he shook off the feeling and tried to focus on what was in front of him.
He and Stefan were standing alone in a room made of fat brick stone the same gray as the ones that littered their feet.
Behind him was an avalanche of stone and tumbled over bricked swirled in a thick cloud of dust.
"Dean!" Sam groped at the wall, pulling at a piece of stone the size of his fist. His movements sent the stones above into a sliding movement pelting sharp shards of rock onto his arms and exposed hands already molten with scraped cuts. He pulled down another stone, setting off another miniature avalanche; but for all the stones that fell, more slid into the gaps they created, never creating a hole in the tumble down mass that had taken the place of the wall.
"Dean!" Sam shouted into the stones that towered over him, but they were too thick and drowned out his voice beyond the reach of an echo. He turned back to Stefan "Can you hear anything?"
The room they were in was small, and 8 feet by 8 feet stone square. High up on the wall that sat on the right of the fallen stones was a narrowed resembling an air duct, It was about a foot long, no wider than half a hand span, and barred, pouring a scant amount of light through.
Stefan was standing a foot away from Sam; he drew closer turned his head towards the fallen stones, listening, "No," his voice rang with anger "The stone's too thick; it's absorbing any noise-"
"Damnit!" Sam wanted to rip away at the small rocks until he pulled the whole damn mass down, but he had no idea how dependent each stone was to another. He had already taken too many chances with moving the stones that he had already; one wrong move could cause a cave in. He swore again harder and angrier at the rocks that separated him from Dean and jerked his phone out of his jacket pocket which was now coated in a spray of rock dust.
They were who knows how many feet underground, so the chances of getting a usable cellphone signal was rated at zero. But, Sam tried anyway, raising the phone high in the air, walking it to around by the tiny window, and he was rewarded with a solitary bar across his screen. He took the chance and raised his hand to dial Dean on his speed dial.
His hand skittered across the screen before the call could connect, the bar faded just another sound came" the sound of a cat's hiss.
Sam reached for his gun, taking aim into shadows at the right wall next to the window.
Butted against a shadowed corner was an overturned wooden bedframe, its metal supports slat for an absent mattress were littered with pebbles. The hiss came again, and the orange tabby cat from the hallway crept out like a panther, hissing and spitting at Stefan full in the face, whiskered bared in anger, eyes gone a reflective yellow in the shadows. A pale hand reached from behind the bedframe and grabbed the cat's body. The animal hissed again and shot across the stone floor, searching out the darkened shadowed corner across from the first.
A bare foot emerged onto the pile of pebbled rubble, the hand reaching out to grab purchase onto the stone floor.
Sam watched as a girl unfolded herself from behind the bedframe and stood up barefoot on the floor. Her long dark brown hair had gone gray from the dust of the crumbled wall. She wore a thin white cotton dress, shredded, dirty; her arms hugged her chest over a stain of red blood.
"It's okay," Sam watched the girl like he would watch a feral animal, not sure of what she was, even though she seemed harmless. "We're not going to hurt you." He made a show of raising his gun and both his hands in the air to seem as least threatening as possible.
"What's your name?" Stefan asked her, taking the same cautionary stance as Sam, staying in the same position, keeping his voice low.
The girl jerked her head to Stefan like a caged animal, hugging her arms to her chest, eyes fearful like he might attack her. Her head jerked again, back to Sam, and her eyes widened like she saw who he was for the first time. "Agent Jennings?-"She moved her arms away from her chest and something white fell to the ground: a dirty, threadbare stuffed polar bear.
The revelation of who she was hit Sam like a punch in the face. "Marissa?"
Marissa's face contorted into something half pain filled, half relief at hearing the sound of her own name, like she hadn't heard it in a long time. She was older, barely a teenager, but her eyes, they were still the same, the ones from the alley.
She shot forward moving into the small amount of light that came from the tiny narrow window. It had to be pitch black outside now, but whatever the source of the light was made her scream like someone had cut her.
"Ahh!" Marissa shrank back. She grabbed at her cheek, which had been burned a bright red like it had been melted, sizzling against the shaft of light. "Please make it stop!"
Stefan watched the girl holding her hand over her burned flesh. He slid his ring off his finger and placed his hand in the shaft of light, retracting it a second later when he experienced the same reaction that she had. "She's been turned." He shook his hand out like he had just dipped it in scalding water. "The light must mimic sunlight-keep her from breaking out at night."
"No!" Marissa shook her head frantically, "It's not true! He told me," a sob tore from her throat, "But it's not true!"
"Who told you?" Stefan questioned. "Was it Dr. Maxfield?"
Marissa shook her head like each move was painful, tumbles of her hair moving frantically around her. "He never talked to me; it was the vampire-"
Stefan's focus suddenly intensified a thousand fold. "What Vampire?"
"The one they just brought in!-" Her head raised up to Sam, eyeing the blood on his skin with wide eyes, her veins began to protrude, and a harsh ripping sound emitted, from her mouth which she threw open with a gasp, a set of sharp fangs pulling down from her top set of teeth. "Why does that keep happening-what's happening to me?-" Terrified breathing shook her frame.
Stefan got right down next to the girl, but she backed away like he would attack her. "It's okay-," Marissa started to cry harder. "No, no, look at me, look," Stefan let the blood run up to his eyes and drew down his fangs, "Just take a deep breath and they go away, see?" He breathed in and drew his fangs back, his face returned to normal.
Marissa breathed like she was hyperventilating, but then slowed down her breath, eyes damp with tears.
"That's good, that's good," Stefan continued to coax her until her veins recessed back into her skin and her fangs drew back up. "You're okay," he set a hand into her hair "Alright, its okay?" She shuddered at his touch. "Can you tell me about the other vampire?" Stefan kept his voice low, like he was trying to avoid spooking a deer. "Do you remember what he looked like?"
"He was young: black hair, green eyes-" Marissa's words tripped over each other like a fast paced train on a collision course through a forest. "They came to get him in his cell, they brought me there for him to-" Her body started to shake and her words trailed off.
"Marissa, you have to focus-" Sam knelt kept his height at its full level, his voice demanding, to stave her off from freaking out entirely. "What happened after they took you to the vampire?"
Marissa started to shake harder, like someone freezing. "He bit me," she grabbed at her hair, and when the long strands were pulled away from her face Sam could see a trail of puncture marks down the left side of her neck, halfway down to her shoulder, many of them were almost completely healed, but the skin was caked in dried blood. "But I was still alive! When he was done he told me to lie still, and when Dr. Maxfield came back he attacked him and told me to run-" She broke off and looked down at the fallen bear that had landed by her bare feet, she picked it up and hugged it furiously, like she was still that 7-year-old-girl from the alleyway. "But the lights in the hallway kept burning me, and I don't know where else to go!-" sobs shook her thin frame like a barren tree in a too strong wind.
"Listen to me Marissa," Stefan said. "I can help you get out of here. It's nearly night, we can take you back through the tunnels and get you some place safe-"
Marissa shook her head, harder than before, frantic, unhinged. "He never stopped, ever since I first came here, he let them bite me, and drink from me!" Her words were 5 years-worth of pain flooded into one moment. Tears fell hard from her eyes, showering her face in wet, streaked ribbons. "Please, no more- I don't want to be here anymore, please make it stop, I-" Her sobs became visceral, tearing, she clutched the bear like it was the only thing left that cared about her. "I want my mom-"
Sam didn't know if years locked in this place had shredded whatever was left of her mind; or if she had blocked out the memories of her parents being mauled by vampires in order to survive. He set a hand on her shoulder, she jerked like he had shocked her. "Marissa-"
"I want my mom!" Marissa's cry moved around the room, a sound that did not echo, was just sad, gone.
Sam felt her scream like a physical wound. He stood up slowly and walked past Stefan and over to the overturned bedframe. He kicked it in, a chunk of wood broke partway off; he pulled at it until had a piece as big as his arm with a jagged tip.
"What the hell are you doing?" Stefan stood back up, eying the wood, he grabbed Sam's wrist. "We can save her!-"
Sam couldn't see his own expression, whether it was pleading or terrifying; but everything that he couldn't say to Stefan Salvatore was pushed out through that look. Stefan released his arm.
Sam knelt down next to Marissa again; he kept the piece of wood low, out of eyesight.
But Marissa tracked it anyway. "What are you going to do?"
"I need your help again-" Sam drew his eyes up to hers. "But I promise this time, I'll help you too, okay?"
Marissa nodded, "Okay-" she clutched to the rag of a polar bear, fingers tight in its fur. "Is-" she sniffed. "Will it hurt?" Her eyes were a watered, translucent green, like someone who hadn't been let out into the sun in a very long time.
Sam couldn't breathe for a long moment. "Close your eyes," he raised his free hand, ghosting his fingers over her scared face until she did. "I want you to think about your mom-" Sam raised his hand that grasped the jagged piece of wood up, "Tell me when you can see her."
Marissa's breath trembled, her body shook from it. "I don't see her!-"
"You will." Sam raised the stake, aiming where he had to. "Just keep thinking about her, okay?"
Marissa nodded again, holding her eyes tightly closed. Her breaths came uneven and jagged, and her grip on her bear became tighter.
A look of surprise and happy longing flew across her face moments later. "I can see her!-"
Sam plunged the jagged end of the bedpost into Marissa's chest.
Her eyes flew open in shocked pain, and her body shuddered on a choking gasp. Her skin began to turn a dark sickening gray, veins protruding into thick black masses under her skin. She gasped again, a dying choking sound.
"I'm sorry," Sam watched as her eyes became translucent and unseeing, thick tears trailed down the grayness of her skin. He caught her limp body and lowered her to the floor. Her head listed to the side, her body looked so small in the blood stained white dress.
Sam reached down and pulled the stake out of her chest with a grunt, holding to the bloody thing.
A tickle brushed by his legs and he jumped, looking down at the orange tabby cat. It sniffed at Marissa's face, mewling, then climbed onto her chest and laid its head down on her skin, it's mewl turned into a jagged sort of warble.
Sam threw the bloody stake hard against the stone, the wood splintered apart with a thick sound. He swallowed breath after breath that came too fast, pulling at his hair, wanting to pull his skin off. He fumbling inside the pocket of his jacket. His phone showed a single bar, before it vanished, he connected his call.
"-Sammy? Sam! Talk to me damnit, are you okay?"
"I killed her Dean."
"What the hell are you talking about? Killed who?- Sam!"
"I did this to her-" Sam felt his voice unraveling, "I turned her into a vampire-"
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Dust billowed like smoke the moment the wall started to cave in. Dean had barely been able to see, the world was nothing but shadows and noise. He had watched Sam fall inches away from the stones that were bigger than his torso, moments away from crashing into him. Then one had crash into him, dropped him to the ground in a stain of blood. Dean had screamed his brother's name. He saw Stefan grab his brother and pull him backwards over the falling rubble. His second instinct to save those he could immediately reach had him grabbing Elena earlier and jerking her out of the line of fire of falling stone, and there was no time to reach Sam before the wall exploded into dust that swallowed both Stefan and Sam.
Dean had been forced backwards as the rock and dust tumbled down around them. A flat piece of stone the size of his chest hadsplit from above and dropped down hard. Dean's vision was still nothing but broken, but he felt the 'whoosh' of air the moment Elena rushed into him and rolled him out of the way, throwing them both to the ground. All Dean's hunter instincts that screamed that Elena was a vampire, and numerously stronger than him were blocked out by the earth shattering sound of rocks that began to fall as a result of collapse of the giant stone. Dean had rolled so that Elena was underneath his arm, shielding her head with his shoulder.
Elena's smaller body had been pressed under his larger frame as stone and pebbles pelted them from above. The stone above that made up the ceiling had rumbled and shook horribly; there had been no time to run from the impending collapse, and Dean had been able to do nothing but brace for impact.
The entire collapse of the wall had only taken 20 seconds, but it was 20 seconds of rapidly falling jagged stones that cut and slammed into Dean's face and dust that rendered his breath into choking gasps.A slice of stone had torn into his knuckles, ripping the flesh off of it then the cacophony of noise finally ended.
Dean raised his head into a choking of thick dust. The hallway wasalmost pitch black, lit in a diagonal from his flashlight half buried underneath a wall of stone. He was able to discern this because his vision had sharpened, the red lingering haze from before had cleared, but it had been replaced by anther haze, one that vampire blood couldn't cure.
Underneath his arm, Elena coughed, her dark hair covered in dust making her look like she had gone prematurely gray. She wiggled out of his grasp and Dean released her, coughing into the dust ridden air.
Dean climbed to his feet, the blood from his knuckles staining his jeans. He rubbed the grit out of his eyes, taking a second to realize that the cloudy haze in front of him was at least visible to him now, except that didn't make him feel better when he got a look at what the dust was hiding.
"Oh God-" Elena's words were choked into the dust.
The wall had been reduced to nothing but a gigantic mass of stone, piled precariously on top of each other.
"Sam!-" Dean dug away where the beam of light was buried in the stone, pulling out his battered flashlight.
"Stefan!" Elena was at the haphazard wall of stone, hands moving along it, like she was looking for an access lever.
"Sam!" Dean shone his flashlight beam all along the stone, looking for signs of Sam, afraid of finding him buried underneath the rock.
"Stefan, can you hear me?" Elena pressed her mouth close to the rock and shouted this.
"Sammy!" Dean saw no trace of his brother, no nothing, he had simply vanished behind the avalanche. He buried the end of his flashlight into a pile of stone so that it angled towards the rocks. He started to dig at the stone with his bare hands, the split, torn skin of his knuckles bleeding a trail of blood that glowed almost florescent in the beam of his flashlight. "Damnit, man, come on!"
Elena saw what he was doing, and began to pull at the rocks to the right of where he was. A sliding of rock made them both jump back before it could bury their feet in jagged stone. But as much stone as fell to the ground, more immediately caved in to take its place.
Dean grabbed Elena's wrist just as she was about to pull another stone from the pile.
"They're in there Dean!" Elean's face was bathed in sweat, hairline a matting of blood from fallen rocks. "We have to do something!"
Dean stared at the wall that had buried his brother behind it. "We have to find another way in, if we keep trying to break through here it's going to collapse on us-" He swore, kicking at the pile of rubble at his feet. He swiped a hand down his blood streaked forehead, and the vampire with him only watched, making no move to attack him, her eyes just as desperate as his, her face just as bloody.
A noise from the depths of his dust covered jacket startled him. They had to have been down over 100 feet underground, out of range for any cellphone signal, but the sound of a ringing phone was unmistakable.
Dean fumbled with bloody fingers into his jacket for his phone that still lit up despite a cracked screen. He didn't bother looking at the caller ID, he just answered before the signal was lost.
"Sammy? Talk to me damnit, are you okay?"
"I killed her Dean,"
Dean was still processing that Sam was alive, so his brain had to do almost a complete reverse when he heard what Sam said. "What are you talking about? Killed who?"
Sam didn't answer for a second, then two, the silence slammed at Dean like the rocks had. "Sam!"
"I did this to her, I turned her into a vampire-"
Something hard slammed into Dean that wasn't a rock.
"She didn't have to die, Dean-she was a kid-" Sam's voice sounded off, not just 'in shock off'. Whenever Sam had been afraid as a kid, he would babble, repeating Dean's name over and over every time he said something. That was something that never left when he grew up; this is what Dean heard now.
"You did what you had to do Sammy, okay?" Dean had no idea who Sam was talking about, but he could hear his brother's voice, whatever had happened, he was beginning to lose it, and he couldn't' let that happen. "This isn't your fault-"
There was a fractured sounding laugh for a second over the line. "I brought her here- How is any of this not my fault?"
"Because it isn't!" Dean said around the motes of choking dust dancing in the air. "Listen to me, these rocks are unstable Sam, you and Stefan need to get the hell out of there-"
"You're wrong Dean-"
"Damnit Sam, no I'm not!" Again, Dean had no exact idea of what had happened to Sam, but it didn't matter, he had to reach his brother. "Look whatever this is, we'll figure it out, but you're getting over your martyr issues right now because I'm not letting you die, you understand me?"
There was a heavy sound, like Sam had just punched or thrown something through stone, and Dean felt the punch like it had happened to him. He waited, hoping that whatever connection he still had with Sam would find its way out of the anger and resentment that Sam had towards him.
"We're in some sort of cell," Sam's voice finally came back over the line, still broken, but trying to sound stronger. "There's a small window here, but it's really thin- But there's a cat in here. Sam's voice stalled out and Dean heard what he couldn't say. "-it wouldn't be able to fit through there or operate that sliding wall-"
"Which means it got in another way," Dean returned, his heart rate started to slow down just a bit, but then it picked up again because Sam still sounded the way that he did. "Is there a door?-"
"There's light from the window, but it looks artificial, I think it leads to another corridor-" there was a sound like Sam was standing on top of a box spring. "There's a door behind the bed," he heard his brother straining to open it, heard the noises he made, as he tried again and again. Finally a horrendous squeaking sound came like the door Sam had talked about had finally given way.
"It's a hallway-"
"Alright, go!" Dean returned.
"Dean,"
"I know Sammy, alright," Dean kept his voice level for the sake of his brother, but he heard what Sam couldn't say. Go-"
It was after that last "go" that Dean lost the signal to his call.
"Are they okay?"
Elena asked a question that she even seemed stunned that she had asked. Were any of them okay?
"Right now, being alive counts as okay," Dean shined his light down the long hallway they had yet to traverse, it extended down a visual length of 50 feet, then broke off into what was most likely a turn, or possibly another cave in.
"Come on," Dean started to walk ahead, fingers going inside his jacket, pulling out a curved blade half the length of his arm, brandishing it in front of him.
Despite the tenseness of the situation Elena shot him half a cockeyed look at the blade. "Where are you keeping those?"
"Trust me, you don't want to know," Dean brandished the knife and crept at a pace that kept as little weight off his shoes as possible.
Elena followed him. The heels of her shoes barely made a sound on the floor; but it was like she thought that the noise was sound enough, because she stopped to break off the heels of her boots discarding them away like rejected skimming stones.
The light overhead began to evaporate from the shadow that had clung to it and grew brighter, like the sun had seeped in through windows, but the walls remained solid and windowless and the hum of florescent lighting bulbs came in over their heads. They seemed brighter than the regular florescent bulbs, and a word hung on the end of Dean's tongue from the time he had worked on Buddy's farm. Grow Bulbs. Light bulbs farmers used in hydroponic greenhouses as artificial sunlight for the plants. And Dean had a pretty good guess why they would be used in a place that stockpiled and generated vampires.
"Make sure you keep your sun retardant jewelry on," Dean flashed his light up to the long florescent tubes that hung over their heads, without more explanation than that.
Elena glanced up and understood without questioning it.
For three minutes the only sounds that Dean heard were his own breathing and Elena's quiet, but somewhat off footsteps in her broken shoes. They rounded the hallway and took it a sharp left to an even longer hallway lined in empty cells, the smell of fresh blood hanging cloyingly in the air. It was puddled around the base of a cell to the left, but what caught Dean's eye more than the blood was something shining from inside the puddle. He knelt down and pulled out a .45 caliber bullet, sticky with blood burned around the edges so that the inside of the shell was exposed like a miniature cup.
Elena reached out to take the bullet from him, maybe to examine it, but Dean didn't have time to ask before a hiss came like water on a hot skillet and Elena drew back with a sharp cry.
The tips of her fingers were blistered and red. "The bullet's full of vervain-"
Dean gazed at her in confusion. "The sacrificial herb?" His only knowledge of Vervain was of Pagan Gods and Bad Santa.
"It's poison to vampires in high enough doses," Elena tore her gaze away from the blood puddled floor to the empty cells like she was trying to wish a thought away. "Damon-" she whipped back to face Dean.
And in that moment Dean realized his vision was completely healed because he could see the frantic, terrified look on her face.
"He was here, they hurt him," she climbed to her fee. "We have to find him, we can't let them hurt him again!-God what if he's-"
"Listen to me, hey!" Dean grabbed her wrist, "I promised you I'd help you find him, and I'm not turning around until I meet that promise."
"Wanna bet on that?"
The voice cut through the air as sharp as a razor blade. Four cells down on the right hand side of the hallway a figure stood, watching them like prey, then advancing slowly.
"Dean Winchester." The man who spoke aas tall, brown hair cropped down to his skull, in a pair of jeans and a gray hoodie that looked like they hadn't seen a washing machine since they'd been created.
Dean stared down face he had last seen fly off of its neck into a tree in the landscape of Purgatory. He still heard the thuds of vampire heads hitting the ground in his dreams. "What the hell?"
"You're aiming too high," the vampire returned in that lazy self-righteous way that made Dean hate the species before he could drive a car legally. "Think lower-"
"I know when our last meet up was, I'm the one who made your head roll remember?" Dean drew his blade out. "So how is it that you're here?"
"Purgatory isn't the Alcatraz it used to be when you were there," The vamp watched Dean with a menacing glare. "With things as screwed up as they are in the cosmic alignment I got to get a Get Out of Jail Free pass, didn't even need to hitch a ride to do it like your skeazy pal Benny."
Dean's nostrils flared at the mention of Benny. "So what do you want? Or do you intend to talk us to death before you get to the point?"
The vamp laughed dryly. "What I want is the same thing as you Dean."
"Not unless you enjoy fatalism." Dean moved forward with the blade, not using it, not even to cut the air, but having it out and present.
"I enjoy order Mr. Winchester," the vamp stared at Dean with hard eyes, like Dean was a thing on the road to be either picked up or ran over. The dark eyes moved over to Elena, and the gaze shifted like he was staring at a piece of dog shit on that same road. "Obviously if you're keeping company with these abominations, this then you don't."
'I'm an abomination?" Elena's voice was low an angry beside Dean's, like she had been called filthy one damn time too many. "You torture your own kind in here, what does that make you?"
The Vamp blew her off like she had insulted him. "You are not my kind, girl, you are a stunted maggot of evolution. That's why we have to eradicate you. We could've simply stolen all your precious daylight rings and let you burn, but somehow having you all eat yourself to death is more poetic."
"Where's Damon?" Elena yelled.
"Damon who?" The Vamp returned, sarcastic, but like he also never bothered to learn the name of any prisoners kept there. But he then had an 'aha' moment face. "210151 you mean? If you wanted to throw yourself on the blade baby, all you had to do was ask."
Dean felt a rush of wind as Elena hurled herself at the vampire at a speed that was nothing but a blur to him. She was on him in a moment, but he deflected her attack, flipping her on her back with a thud that sounded like she'd broken several vertebra.
Dean drove the knife into the hilt in the Vamp's back. He released Elena, but didn't drop, turning around with the blade sticking out of his hoodie like a nettle. The crackling of his teeth hissed in Dean's ears and Dean was thrown hard against the reinforced steel bars of an abandoned cell; his head smacked hard into them, the world turned bright red. Dean had no idea when the next crack to the head would kill him; but he'd been dead more times that he could remember, and he wasn't about to add this one to the list. He moved in a lightning quick moment and jerked his knife out of the Vamp's back and stuck it deep in his neck.
The Vamp cried out with a growl that was more pissed than painful. He pulled the knife out of his neck and blood sprayed out like a fountain. "After I kill these worthless things," he breathed out in a raspy reedy, sounding voice, air leaking out of his damaged trachea. "The next species that I'm ending, is Hunter!" He reared back with his fangs and grabbed Dean by the collar, throwing off his slash with the knife.
Dean raised the knife again, only to have it sent clattering to the stone ground. He reached out and pushed against the rearing bucking fangs, feeling hot spit and venom slid warm down his neck.
Another blur of movement came, and Elena was sinking her fangs into the Vamp's neck with a strangled scream, biting hard into the already bleeding wound, jerking her head hard like she was tearing into a piece of meat. The Vamp's scream of outrage turned into agony in the two seconds he was allowed to make a sound before his head came detached from his neck and tumbled to the floor, his body dropping next to it.
Elena stood in the remains of her carnage, blood staining her chin and neck like a gruesome mask, her fangs were still out and her eyes were heavy, and wide like she couldn't comprehend what she had just been capable of doing. She stepped over the body and reached out a hand to Dean.
Her hand was small in his grasp, but the force she pulled him up with wasn't as small. "Damon came this way, I know it-" Her panting slowly died down, she wiped at the blood on her face like she was a girl trying to wipe juice off her mouth before it stained.
"Then let's go," Dean didn't add any comment to what he had just witnessed. The line between 'the monster' and 'the hunter' had blurred somewhere between the Vamps fang's and Elena saving his life with her own.
He and Elena took off in a run down the hallway, the smell of blood following closely behind them.