AN:- Just thought I should maybe put a warning on this Chapter because of the fight seen...I dunno, personally I don't think its gorey, but then my favourite show is Supernatural so you can tell I'm probably desensitised to that sort of thing...anyway just don't want to get in trouble with any of you! So warning done!

Chapter 10

I don't really want to stay and find that out, but I will…

The vamps had the Winchesters outnumbered, not that they needed to, with their strength and speed they would already have the upper hand, and Gordon knew that. He'd led them into the perfect ambush. Dean's early confusion at why Gordon would hold up in an abandoned manor house was now explained away, the old decaying property was perfect for vamps to hide in. The aged décor probably reminded them of times past, and the dank, dusty, crumbling rooms made it inhabitable for humans.

With Dean and Sam caught like animals in a trap the fight had easily gone in the vamps' favour. One vampire had Dean by the neck, and two had Sam on the floor and were hitting him in the face repeatedly in turn. The woman vamp was leaning over the staircase just watching.

Dean looked around him frantically, his mind becoming dizzy, sure his head would pop right off at any moment with the pressure, and then he saw something. To his right was an old bronze framed mirror. His right arm left the vampires grip on his neck and he elbowed the mirror causing it to break. Luckily because of the large frame all of the pieces didn't fall to the floor, most just slid down. Dean reached out before the vamp caught on and grabbed the biggest piece, slicing his head off with it in one clean sweep.

The vamp's body fell lifeless to the floor, as soon as it did the vampire on the stairs screamed angrily and jumped down herself, obviously the dead vamp was her mate and now Dean had royally pissed her off.

Luckily he now had a weapon. Unluckily the kill had also attracted the attention of the two vamps wailing on Sam. They left him momentarily and moved towards Dean. Sam seemed unconscious or on the verge and they weren't worried about him coming to Dean's aid. However they should have been.

Dean now had three vampires advancing towards him. He swung out aimlessly with the glass to keep them at a distance while he made a plan.

Meanwhile Sam grabbed a sliver of glass that had fallen his way and scrambled forward behind the vampires who had been beating him. He reached out and with the glass severed their achilles tendons behind their ankles. Their legs gave out instantly and they fell. Knowing it wasn't sharp enough or strong enough to decapitate anything unlike Dean's piece of glass Sam threw the shard aside and looked to the table on his right for something better.

Dean was left with the pissed off girlfriend who started throwing punches at him, some he blocked, some he couldn't. The last punch sent him to his knees on the floor.

Quickly Sam saw something in the corner of the room. Obviously at one time it'd been displayed on the wall, but now was laid by the sofa forgotten and dusty. It involved two swords crossed behind a decorative crest, praying to God they weren't fixed to the mount he crawled towards them. Drawing out one of the swords he made his way back towards the vampires on the floor.

The vamps didn't lie and wait for him but he fought them off enough to cut off their heads with the sword. Their movement around the floor stunted by the wounds Sam had given them earlier.

Then he saw his gun a meter away where it had slid when Gordon had pushed them to the floor. He grabbed for it and stood up behind the last vampire. He fired it at her back, it didn't hurt her much, he hadn't expected it to, but it was enough to make her turn round.

She suddenly launched on top of him, shoving him to the floor and punched him in the face. Before she had the chance to hit him again Dean came behind her and yanked her head back, just enough so he could hold the glass to her and slice through her neck.

He dropped her head to the right and her body fell on top of Sam. He groaned and heaved it off to the side. Reaching his right arm to Dean.

Dean grabbed Sam's outstretched hand and yanked him up from the floor. The two brothers stood panting, catching their breath until Dean slapped Sam on the shoulder and headed towards the door.

"What if there's others?" Sam called to him.

"I don't really want to stay and find that out, Sammy. Do you?" Dean said still heading for the door.

They walked out of the front and found Gordon stood outside. His face immediately dropped. He looked up the sky and threw his hands up, "What do I have to do?!" he shouted violently.

"Sam." Dean said harshly knowing Sam still had a gun on him.

Sam held up the shotgun and Gordon walked steadily towards them both.

The car pulled up to the roadhouse and Dean switched off the engine.

"I don't want to go back in there Sammy." he confessed turning to his brother.

"You have to." Sam said firmly.

Dean wrenched the car door open and got out. He slammed it to and leant against the side of the Impala, his gaze shifting from the dirt beneath his feet to the bar in front of them.

Sam got out of the car too and stood there waiting for Dean to say something.

"I didn't say I wouldn't go Sam, but…" he sighed eventually speaking, "God, what am I going to say to her?" he asked.

"I don't know." Sam said honestly, and sadly.

Dean nodded and hung his head.

Sam waited for his brother to make a move, and for a minute he doubted that he would. Suddenly though Dean was walking forwards and up the stairs.

He turned around to Sam briefly and then back again, taking a deep breath he thought, 'I promised myself I'd fixed this, so I will.'

When they walked inside the place was empty of hunters, it reminded him of the first time they'd set foot in here, except he could see Ellen behind the bar. He was slightly grateful of that fact, because he didn't fancy the idea of her coming out of the back room with a shot gun like she had done that first time. God knows what she'd do to him these days with a lethal weapon in her hands.

Ellen looked up when she heard them enter and smiled. She was genuinely relieved that Sam was okay. As for Dean she wasn't sure. "Hi." she said to them both, but more for Sam's benefit.

"Hi." Sam said back politely strolling up to the bar. Dean had been in front, but now he hung back, scanning the place for Jo, and also trying to keep the proximity between him and Ellen to a minimum.

"Everything go okay?" she asked hopefully. Not only did she hope that they weren't in danger anymore, but also that it meant this whole horrible thing could come to an end and her and Jo could get back on with their lives.

"Yeah." Dean grunted.

"And Gordon?" asked Ellen.

"He won't be a problem." said Dean looking at Sam. Sam looked down at the floor.

"He had a nice vamp-nest-surprise laid out for us, but we took care of a few of them, enough to get out…We'll go back tomorrow on our way out of here, check it out in the daylight, catch 'em by surprise if there's anymore we missed." he continued, covering for Sam's silence.

They were all quiet for a while before Ellen spoke again, "So you boys are…"

"Done. I promise." said Sam.

"Good to hear." she said, "Don't take that the wrong way, but…"

"We get it." Sam said softly and tried to smile.

"Where is she?" Dean asked affectionately.

Ellen just looked dumbfounded at his question.

"Ellen," he sighed, "Where is she?"

"Don't you even think about going to talk to her Winchester."

Dean opened his mouth to defend himself, "Ellen…" but Jo interrupted him.

"I'm right here." she said, appearing from the back. She walked forward slowly, and everyone could see she was holding her breath to try and stay calm. Although there didn't seem to be any anger in her, there was something below the surface, maybe nerves. She came to a stop right in front of Dean and looked up into his eyes.

"Joanna Beth…" her mother pleaded, before Jo turned and walked up to the bar. She reached out for her mothers arm and squeezed it reassuringly. Then she walked past Dean and out the front door.

"You'd better go follow her boy." Ellen threatened.

Dean nodded meekly and turned to leave the way Jo had. He found her sat on the front steps waiting for him, and he sat down beside her. Ready to talk, ready to listen, ready finally to do whatever she needed him to do.

AN:- One more Chapter to go!!!