Sam and Wen were in the bunker kitchen. Wen poured a quart of heavy cream into a huge bowl. "Okay, now add one tablespoon of sea salt."
Sam measured out the salt and dumped it into the cream. "Okay. Now what?"
Wen grinned and held up an electric mixer. "Now we beat it to death." Sam chuckled and she handed him the mixer. "Put it on max speed."
Twelve minutes later Wen saw Sam flinch. "What's the matter?"
"I think this stuff just spit at me."
Wen laughed. "It'll do that. It's just the buttermilk startin' ta come out. Stop for a sec." She took the lid off a Tupperware container. "Pour as much as you can in here with out the butter falling out."
Sam poured out the buttermilk but he did it from too high up and some of it splashed and hit Wen in the face. "Oh geeze. Sorry, Wen."
Wen laughed. "No worries. It happens."
Sam grabbed a paper towel, dampened it, and proceeded to clean off Wen's face. After a few seconds his hand slowed, then stopped completely and her stared into her eyes.
Wen's heart skipped a beat but she didn't dare believe that a guy as amazing and gorgeous as Sam would be interested in her. She decided he must be just fazing out so she snapped him out of it. "Thanks," she said as she grabbed the paper towel. "I got it from here." She pointed at the mixing bowl. "You got about two minutes more on that."
Sam nodded. "Right."
Sam turned back to the mixing bowl and Wen tried to calm her racing heart.
The next day everyone headed out to Tuba City in Arizona. "Demon number one hundred twenty four. You getting tired yet, Sammy?" Dean asked with a grin.
"Never get tired of killing demons," Sam replied brightly.
"Good answer," Dean said.
As they looked for a place where Sam could work away from prying eyes they saw a house that was blocked off with police tape. A cop stood at the road by a cruiser while two more entered the house.
Dean pulled over and looked in the back at Wen and Cas. "You guys stay here. Sam and I got this."
Wen shrugged. "Okay."
Sam and Dean walked up to the cop. "Excuse me," Dean said.
The cop turned to Dean. "Yes?" she said.
"What happened here?" Dean asked.
"Animal attack. Everything's under control now."
"Oh. Well we're actually with animal control. Mind if we take a look?" Sam asked.
The cop cocked an eyebrow. "You got a strong stomach?"
"Yeah," Dean replied.
"Knock yourself out. Just don't touch anything."
"Thanks," Dean said.
As soon as the boys entered the living room and saw the dead teenager on the floor with his throat ripped out they knew what had happened. "Damn it," Dean commented.
One of the officers crouched near the body looked up. "Who are you?" he asked.
"Animal control," Sam replied.
"You ever seen anything like this?" the same officer asked.
Dean frowned. "Yeah."
"So what happened?" Wen asked as Sam and Dean got back in the car.
"Vamp attack. Took out a family of four," Dean replied angrily.
"Fuckers," Wen growled.
"That demon's not goin' anywhere. Let's go find that vamp nest," Sam said with determination.
Everyone looked at the map printout on the small breakfast table in their motel room. Dean had put an X on the five attack sites. "Okay. It looks like ground zero is somewhere in the middle here."
"It does make a pretty convenient bull's-eye, doesn't it?" Wen commented.
"Yeah. They're really sloppy," Cas said.
When Dean drove by the dilapidated two story house he turned around and parked Baby across from it. The blue siding was so old that it was cracking all over the place and the "for sale" sign on the front lawn had so much tall grass around it that it was barely visible. "Looks like a vamp nest to me."
"Easily," Sam replied. Everyone got out their gear and his eyes widened when he saw the weapon Wen pulled out of her gym bag.
It was two feet long with a hilt and a hand guard. On the end of the metal rod that extended from the hilt were two sickle-shaped blades situated back to back.
"Where...did you get that?" Sam asked, his eyes clearly stating that he wanted one.
Wen smiled. "I have a friend who forges weapons. I had this specially made for beheadings."
"You think your friend would make more?" Dean asked.
Wen shrugged. "I don't see why not."
We should get moving," Cas prodded.
There were no guards outside so Sam walked up to the door, tested the knob and smiled. "It's locked."
Dean returned the smile. "Yahtzee." He picked the lock and let everyone in. "We should split up," he said once everyone was inside.
"Me and Wen can take this floor," Sam said.
Dean cocked an eyebrow. "Okay, Cas. Looks like you're with me."
Both teams began their search. Sam and Wen quietly entered the living room. The room was dingy and in need of paint but other than that it was neat as a pin. An old couch with holes in the fabric, a warped coffee table and a new looking TV populated the space. The TV was at least proof someone was living there.
Dean and Cas checked out the bedrooms, which were in a similar state. After a short search they went downstairs. "No one upstairs but it's definitely a nest," Dean announced. "Nothin to do but hide out here and wait."
Sixty minutes later the rumble from an aging vehicle snapped everyone to attention. Wen looked out the living room window and saw a rusty, pea green van pulling up to the house. She clenched her teeth angrily when she saw the fresh crimson stain decorating the neckline of a male vamp's green T-shirt. "Three of 'em." She sighed. "And it looks like they're coming back from a fresh kill."
"Son of a bitch," Dean commented angrily.
The vamps came into the living room amidst a flurry of arguing. "I'm telling you, red shirts are the way to go," said a female vamp.
The male in the green shirt turned around to face her. "Yeah, cause that works out so well for people on Star Trek," he said with a role of his eyes.
Right at that moment all three vamps flew backward and were pinned against a wall. Cas and Sam walked out from their hiding places, each with an arm outstretched as they psychically held their quarry in place.
"What the hell are you?!" yelled the red-shirted vamp after struggling for a moment.
Sam smirked and was about to answer when a fourth vamp, who had come in through the back door, ran into the room behind him. Dean grabbed the vamp and yanked her backwards so Wen could kill her without hurting Sam or Cas.
Wen used her custom weapon and neatly sliced off the vamp's head. When she finished she stood with the weapon resting on her right shoulder, her expression daring anyone to try hurting Sam again.
Sam smiled appreciatively. He'd always thought a good looking woman who could fight well was extremely hot. "Thanks, Wen."
Dean looked a bit offended. "Hey, what am I? Chopped liver?"
Sam shot his brother an embarrassed smile. "Sorry, Dean. Of course, thank you too."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Uh huh. Let's just finish this." He brandished his blade and he and Wen were about to about to behead the rest of the vamps when a small steel ball roll into the room and started spewing sleeping gas. "Gas grenade!" he yelled.
It was too late, however, and after a few seconds Cas was the only one left standing. The vamps all dropped from the wall in an undignified heap.
"That's enough playtime for now, children," Crowley said as he strode into the room with a smug smile on his face and a gun in his hand. "Hullo there, Cas."
"Crowley," Cas growled. He took a step forward but stopped when Crowley pointed the gun at him. "Uh uh, Princess. This gun is loaded with angel blade bullets."
"You said they wouldn't have time to kill any of us!" said one of the male vamps angrily.
Crowley cocked an eyebrow. "And they wouldn't have if your little friend hadn't tried to come in from behind."
The vamp set his jaw. "So where's our payment?"
Crowley snapped his fingers and one of the three minions he'd brought with him stepped forward with a black briefcase and handed it to the vamp.
The vamp opened the case, quickly counted the money inside, and nodded. "It's all here."
"Now get out of here before I change my mind," Crowley said in a dangerous tone.
The vamps wasted no time in vacating the premises.
Cas took stock of his situation. Sam was lying on the floor near his feet while Dean and Wen were on the floor about five feet behind him. Crowley and his goons blocked both doorways. There was no way Cas could touch everyone to teleport them all before the demon squad could react and attacking would be futile thanks to those damn angel blade bullets.
"So, Castiel. You and your friends have been causing me a lot of grief over the last few weeks."
Cas folded his arms in defiance. "Sorry for the inconvenience," he said haughtily.
Crowley tsk tsked. "My my, what attitude. The Winchesters have been a bad influence on you."
Cas noticed Sam's eyes were slightly open which meant there was a chance Sam was awake enough that Cas could speak to him telepathically. He just had to wait till he was able to do it without Crowley noticing.
"So Sam has his powers back." Crowley commented. "And they seem stronger." He cocked his head to one side. "Now how is he doing that without guzzling demon blood?"
Cas took the opportunity to pretend to be belligerent by staying silent when in reality he was trying to talk to Sam. Sam, can you hear me?
Sam's eyebrows raised slightly for a very brief moment. "Cas?" he whispered weakly.
Don't speak verbally. Use your mind. I need you to heal yourself so you can fight.
But will angel healing work on sleeping gas?
Yes. In fact it's why you're still conscious.
Okay. Sam let his eyes close and concentrated.
Crowley was losing his patience and cocked the gun. "I won't ask nicely again."
Cas didn't see how Crowley could possibly use the information for anything so he complied. "I let him drink some of my blood." He relished the way Crowley's eyes bugged out.
"Are you off your rocker?! You had no idea what that would create!" Crowley nearly shouted.
Cas set his jaw. "I knew it would save my friend's life," he said firmly.
Crowley shook his head. "Blasted sentimental idiots. Well now I know who I have to kill." He nodded to a minion. She took out a knife and walked over to Sam. Crowley looked at Dean. "Sorry, Squirrel. Nothing personal. Just business," he said in an off-handed manner.
As the demon raised the knife Sam's eyes snapped open and he psychically knocked it out of her hand.
Crowley barely had time to register what had happened before his gun was yanked from his grip. His heart rate sped up as Sam stood to his full height and he backed a few steps away from the younger Winchester. "Moose. You woke up faster than expected."
"Angel mojo does a body good," Sam replied with a smug expression. He thrust out his hand and within six seconds all three of Crowley's minions were dead. The people they had been possessing fell to the floor, unconscious, but alive. He turned his attention back to Crowley. "I'm gonna let you live only because you're occasionally useful, but stay the hell out of our way or I just might forget that," he said in a dangerous tone.
Crowley clenched his jaw and looked at Sam. "This isn't over." And with that he vanished.
Cas turned to Sam. "Thank you. Those angel blade bullets are really annoying."
Sam put a hand on the angel's shoulder. "l wouldn't have known that I could cure myself if you hadn't told me. We both did good."
Cas smiled and touched Dean and Wen to wake them.
"We should find those vamps," Wen said once she was fully vertical.
Dean shook his head. "They could be anywhere by now. There's no point."
Wen in sighed in frustration. "Fine."
He flexed his fingers experimentally in front of his face. "I'm…alive?" He looked to the sky. "Dad?" he called out. When he didn't get a response he sighed and shook his head. "Typical," he grumbled bitterly.
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MWHAHAHAAHAAA! I know that's an evil cliffy after such a long absence but I couldn't resist. Sorry for the long delay in getting this chapter out. Moving to my new apartment was a severe pain in the ass.
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