Author's notes: Thanks everyone for your motivating reviews! Thanks 'Megan' for your review and to read you say that you think they get better, that really made me smile.You are my most enthusiastic fan lol, it's nice though. Thanks 'Amy' for your review, I felt bad for Sam too, even when I was writing it. Poor guy has been through a lot lately. Thanks 'clubby' for your review! Bela is someone that knows about the supernatural, but uses it to gain profit, selling charms etc. Your review made memotivated, along with the rest of you...so I submitted this earlier than intended. Sam is indeed going through a lot, but things are about to change soon enough. Not nessesarily that he'll get over it...but more like Dean is going to get some tough things on his plate too. The war is aproaching and bigger twists are on their way!
There is another teaser at the end as usual. Please let me know what you think of everything! Thanks.
This episode hasslightspoilers for 'Dead man's blood' and 'Fresh blood' but more so for 'Bloodlust' Just so you know. Also, be warned of some scenes might be a bit graphical with the beheadings n all, but all the same kinda stuff from the show. I mean, if you've seen fresh blood, all is good.
Song(teaser): Lionel Richie - Just Can't Say Goodbye
10 Running out of blood
Covington, Kentucky
Darren jumped over a log as he ran through the woods as fast as he could. They were right behind him. He jumped and climbed up a tree, now thankful for his slightly clawed fingernails. He clung there and saw the group below ran past. He breathed in relief and glanced up at the moonlight. He spotted a clearance up ahead and looked over. There was an old barn in which the group went into.
There was silence so Darren jumped the several feet to the ground, landing unharmed onto his feet. He reached up and ran a finger over his vampire fangs. He then sighed and rushed to the barn. After finding a peephole around back, he peaked in at the group.
'He got away again' a lady said to the group, clearly annoyed.
'Well he has to come back sometime' Baron told her.
Darren knew Baron was the leader of the group and was his brother once…a long time ago. Darren was surprised they couldn't hear his heart beating or the blood running through his veins, or even see him…but he was a vampire too, didn't that change things?
There was a sudden sound and the front door burst open. Darren stayed still but continued to peep at what was going on.
Sam and Dean rushed in, beheading several vampires and shot a few.
Darren eyed the gun was very curiously and was a bit confused; what gun can possibly kill a vampire?
There had been over fifty vampires in that nest; some of the only survivors left in the world and from what Darren had seen…only four had gotten away.
'Well, that's that done' Dean smirked, wiping some blood from his face.
'Yeah' Sam nodded.
Darren backed away once he saw the boy's eyes fall upon him. He was hiding behind a wall but his eye must've been visible through the crack he was looking through. He fell backwards and waited to see if he should run. But silence surrounded him so he breathed in relief. Then he was grabbed by Dean and yanked up into standing position. He gasped in fright as he was shoved against the wall behind him.
'I-I didn't do anything!' Darren trembled and held up his hands in defense.
'Yeah, why should we believe you?' Dean asked.
'They were chasing me!' Darren did his best to act like he wasn't one of the vampires since he knew what would happen with the large blade that was pressing against his throat by Dean right now. He was genuinely scared, but acting like any normal teenager that had been grabbed was his best chance to live.
'I-I woke up and they had me tied up in some cabin, but I broke out and ran. They chased me so I climbed up a tree and hid'
'What were you doing spying on them then?' Sam asked, unconvinced.
'I dunno!' Darren replied, not sure why he was actually spying on them.
'Better safe then sorry' Dean shrugged to his brother.
'No! No, please! Don't kill me!' Darren pleaded but Dean grabbed him, lifting up Darren's upper lip in search of fangs.
'Nice try' Dean pulled back and gripped his blade again.
'Okay! So I am a vampire!' Darren said, feeling himself trembling. 'But I don't kill people! I swear!' He took a gasp of breath. 'Whenever I crave for blood I only go after animals…like cows' he shrugged, he was pleading for their understanding…to spare him.
Sam and Dean looked at each other, a bit unsure since they had encountered vampires like this before.
'What's your name and why were they chasing you?' Sam wondered.
'Darren' he replied quickly. 'And because I'm not like them' Darren answered. 'They're trying to force me to kill people but I don't want to, I swear…please, please don't kill me!'
'We're not going to kill you' Dean sighed, annoyed as hell but gave in anyway since he looked only fourteen and appeared to be telling the truth.
'Oh, thank you' Darren gasped in relief and relaxed a few inches. He noticed that Sam hadn't released his grip on him yet though.
'So what?' Sam asked. 'Did they turn you and you just decided not to kill people?'
'What? No' Darren said, shaking his head slightly. 'I was turned about a year ago' he explained. 'My family were all turned. The leader of this nest was my brother. Um, but they taught me how to be like them, to hunt people. The first person I killed creeped me out and as good as it tasted, I couldn't do it again. I mean I killed that woman and then went to her house for her family but found her kids and…I dunno' she shrugged. 'I was a coward I guess, but I couldn't kill them! I was so hungry, which almost pushed me to but I fought it back and ran outside where they had cows…I killed one of them instead. Tasted gross but I knew the alternative'
Dean knew it was a reasonably likely story and they had let vampires that didn't kill humans go before…but he had a strange feeling.
Darren saw they were unsure and felt Sam's grip weaken. He took his chance and bolted. 'I don't wanna be killed!' he called back and just ran as fast as he could.
'Should we follow?' Dean asked quickly, but Darren was already gone.
Sam sighed and shrugged. He turned and headed back to where they'd hidden the Impala behind some bush.
'Come on' he told Dean and they gave up on Darren.
'We did good' Dean smirked. 'Wasted about-' he was then grabbed from behind and pulled onto his back where he hit his head against a stone.
'Dean!' Sam yelled as his brother was dragged away by two vampires. He pulled out the colt and fired at one, killing him. But the other dropped Dean and ran.
'Dean?' Sam rushed to his side and found he was just knocked out. He wasn't sure what to do but didn't get the chance as he was then grabbed and thrown backwards onto the ground. A guy with black dreadlocks glared down at him, fanged mouth shown.
'Can't you hunters just leave us the hell alone?' growled Baron. 'We have as much right to live as you do!'
'You're wrong, you kill people' Sam gasped as the guy had his hand gripped on his throat.
'So do you' Baron snarled. 'We're almost extinct while your kind breed like rabbits! The world could do with fewer humans' he said. 'I will not let you kill the last of us' he stated.
'Argh' Dean gasped and placed a hand to his head, feeling a major headache wash over him. He rose up on his elbows and saw Baron leaning over Sam, choking him.
'Hey!' he snapped and got up, reaching for his machete. He raised it but Baron reacted by jumping away from Sam and following the other two into the darkness of the forest.
'You okay Sammy?' Dean gasped, pulled Sam to his feet.
'Yeah' Sam sighed. He grabbed his machete and the colt before heading back to the Impala.
'What a night' Dean said, still rubbing his aching head. 'I could sure kill for a beer right now'
The original plan was to leave the next day but with three vampires out there as well as Darren, they decided to stay another day and try to track them down; it would feel like an unfinished job otherwise.
'Okay so their nest is here' Sam went over the map and circled the forest area where the old barn was located.
'Yeah' Dean nodded, looking down at it. 'You think they'll return there or find someplace else?'
'I dunno' Sam said and leaned back onto his bed. 'Seems likely both ways'
'We got time. They sleep during the day' Dean glanced at the time and saw it was almost midday. 'Well, not much time if we're going to search the whole forest'
'Maybe Darren could help?' Sam thought aloud, grasping at theories and ideas.
'Yeah' Dean rolled his eyes. 'And how do we find him, genius?' he asked.
'Ah…' Sam shrugged, lying down. 'Whatever, I'm tired'
'What? More nightmares?' Dean guessed.
'Maybe' Sam frowned.
'Hey ah…Sam?' Dean ran a hand through his hair and thought how to go about this. 'Ah, when the cops grabbed us…I heard something'
'Mhm, such as?' Sam moved so he could turn his head and glance at Dean.
'I heard something…about Jessica's mum' Dean looked at Sam to get his reaction.
Sam looked a bit panicked but that expression quickly vanished. Sam sat up and looked away from Dean.
'What about her?' he asked as though he knew nothing but Dean wasn't stupid.
'That you went to see her…and she died about the time we left town'
Sam sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. 'Yeah, so?'
'Hey come you didn't say anything?' Dean wondered, a bit surprised Sam hadn't said anything about it to him, even by now.
'You're not my diary Dean' Sam rolled his eyes. 'I don't have to tell you everything' he said and got up.
Dean wasn't sure what to say but Sam left the room, slamming the motel door behind him.
'Sam?' Dean sighed, not going after him. He glanced at the time again and looked around for something to do. He grabbed the map and decided to go over it.
Sam kicked a stone that was near the edge of the road and just shook his head. He looked over at the motel room and was relieved Dean hadn't come after him. He ran a hand over the Impala and then wandered down the road a bit more.
Sam found a bus stop a few meters from the motel and sat on the seat, resting his head in his hands.
'You okay?' someone asked, making him jump. He looked up to see a young girl there beside him; she was about in her late-teens.
'Ah, yeah' he shrugged, wondering where she'd come from since he hadn't seen her around when he'd sat there.
'You don't look it' she shrugged and removed her earphones that were attached to an ipod, reminding Sam a bit of when he first met Meg. That wasn't a very comforting feeling.
A bus drove over and stopped for them, but neither moved.
Sam waved to the bus driver to signal he wasn't getting on and the doors closed again. The bus drove off and Sam was soon on his feet.
'Who are you?' he demanded.
'What?' she asked in shocked. 'That's none of your business!'
'Well you're not here to catch a bus, and where did you come from anyway? When I got here, you weren't'
The girl pulled a face and got up angrily. 'I'm waiting for my friend!' she snapped. 'I just got dropped off by my cousin while you were staring at your hands feeling sorry for yourself'
Sam sighed and sat back down, feeling too stressed. 'Sorry' he muttered. 'Yeah, sorry…I gotta go' he got up and wandered back to the motel.
The girl rolled her eyes and then smirked. Once Sam had gone back into the motel room, the girl's image shimmered and changed into that of a man. The man was quite tall, about 6 feet tall and was utterly bald. He checked no one had seen him and then faded away.
'You're back' Dean noticed as he looked up at his brother.
Sam didn't answer him for a moment, just watching Dean as though he was thinking about telling him something but changed his mind.
'Any luck?' he turned the conversation to be about their hunt, looking down at the map in front of Dean.
'I got nothing' Dean sighed.
Sam looked around the room then. 'Did you salt the place?' he asked.
'Huh? Ah yeah…' Dean frowned a bit. 'Why?'
'Nothing' Sam said and sat on his bed with his laptop. 'I think we should search that cabin Darren mentioned. He said he was tied up there and then ran away' he shrugged. 'They probably don't know we know about it'
'Not bad Sammy' Dean smirked.
By sundown, the boys were searching through the forest for the cabin Darren had mentioned earlier. Hours droned on and they had only gotten more frustrated.
'Maybe Darren's a big fat liar after all' Dean growled, as they still hadn't found it after 4 hours.
'Maybe not!' Sam pointed to a light up ahead.
'The Gingerbread House?' Dean joked and then breathed in relief as a lit cabin came into view. The boys went into "hunter mode" and crept cautiously up to the cabin. Sam had a machete in his firm grip while Dean held his more loosely since he also had the colt with him.
'No!' Those hunters are going to slaughter us!' one voice yelled angrily from inside. Sam and Dean reached a window and sat behind it, listening in.
'The Winchesters, why can't they just leave us alone?' Baron growled and slammed his fist onto a table, cracking it. 'Darren is out there somewhere which I am still disgusted at. So if you two have any ideas…now is the time to save your necks!'
'You won't hurt us, we're some of the last vampires' a woman said knowledgably. 'Besides, we have our orders' another man reminded them.
'I know' Baron frowned. 'He would be very furious if we killed them now' Baron sighed. 'But I have an idea…we turn Sam'
'Turn him? What?' the woman snapped. 'Are you crazy?'
'Think about it, Dean wouldn't ever kill his brother right? So even if we die then Sam lives on' Baron grinned.
Dean and Sam glanced at each other, seeing this was the part where they crashed the party. They jumped through the large, wooden window and the vampires leapt out of the way in surprise and distrust. Sam blocked the doorway, holding his machete at the ready towards the pair while Dean aimed the colt at the taller one, Baron.
'Miss us?' Dean smirked.
'Like the plague' Baron replied with a glare. He then moved so fast the boys didn't get a chance to react. He had charged right at Sam and knocked him over, but then used him as a shield from Dean.
'One move, and he's dead' Baron sneered.
'You can't kill him' Dean said. 'Yeah, we overheard your little chat'
The other two vampires had then gotten hold of Dean since he had been distracted with Baron and Sam.
'Dean!' Sam yelled as they grabbed his brother and dug their teeth into his neck.
Baron smirked and knocked Sam out, dragging him into the forest.
'Argh!' Dean cried out and kicked one off him. He hit the wall and sat there for a moment. Dean grabbed the fallen colt and shot the woman that was on him.
'I never thought I'd ever want a woman to get off me' He raised his eyebrows in surprise, looking down at her still form. He faced the other one but he was gone.
'Sam?' he looked around but his vision was blurring. Dean fell to one knee and felt his bleeding neck.
'Son of a…' his eyes rolled back into his head as he collapsed onto the ground…
Sam squirmed against the ropes and tried to get free. They were back in the old barn, but Baron had just tied him to a chair and left. Sam was fighting against his restraints and praying that Dean was okay. He had the colt and Sam's machete though, so Sam was actually a bit more concerned about himself at this point.
Sam knew he had a small blade in his sock area but couldn't reach it from his sitting position. He leaned hard against one side of the chair and knocked it over. He grabbed the blade and tried to cut through the rope. After he had one rope left to cut, Baron grabbed him and yanked him out of the chair, holding him in front of his face.
'Nice try' he glared. 'But you're going nowhere' Baron slammed Sam hard against a wall and let Sam sit on the floor weakly.
Baron noticed the other vampire that had escaped Dean come inside.
'Dean's Dead' he lied. 'I'm sorry, but he…he'
'No' Sam gasped and pulled himself up. 'You can't kill him, your boss…'
Baron went over to him, so mad because it was clear Lindsey was gone, and she was the love of his undead life.
'Argh!' Sam cried out as Baron's steel cap boot made contact with his ribs.
'Jack!' Baron snapped at the other vampire. 'Go back and get the colt'
'The what?' Jack frowned.
'The gun! The one Dean Winchester had!' Baron growled and raised Sam up again.
'How do you know…about the…colt?' Sam gasped even though he was in no position to be demanding answers.
'My boss' Baron smirked and threw Sam.
Sam skidded across the floor and stopped at a wall. He tried to move but his chest was burning and his vision blurring every few seconds. He knew Baron was mad, but his mind was only thinking of Dean. What if they had killed him? And what is he going to do without the colt?
Baron reached Sam again and punched him, making his lip bleed, which just made Baron hungrier.
'Sam, you and your brother…along with hunters like you scum…you've been hunting my kind for years! But we're going to make sure at least one vampire lives…you' he crouched down and yanked Sam up by his hair. Baron pulled out a knife and cut several inches across Sam's right forearm.
'Argh!' Sam cried out and tried to fight him off but his strength was wavering. Baron then slit his own forearm and moved to press the two injures together in order to turn Sam but was suddenly jerked backwards.
Sam fought to see what had happened but all he saw was a younger figure walking over to Baron.
'Darren?' Sam whispered and fought against the pain and fogginess.
Baron got back up and fought off Darren, then raced over to Sam. He was sick of this, he just hated those Winchesters so much. He grabbed the fallen blade and stabbed Sam, right near his injured ribs.
Sam screamed in pain but then collapsed into a bloody mess.
Darren appeared behind Baron again and grabbed him by the throat. He ripped his head right off and then looked down at Sam.
Darren's eyes went wide and he turned around.
'I'm sorry!' he yelped, falling to his knees. 'I didn't know Baron was going to lose it!' he pleaded.
'Fool' a deep voice spoke and Darren fell to the floor…dead.
'Argh!' Dean gasped and rose up to his elbows, wondering what the strange sound was. He realized it was his cell phone but ignored it as the events came back to him. He looked over and pure panic his him was he stared at the rising sun.
'Sammy' he got up, wobbling a bit but regaining his posture. He grabbed Sam's Machete and the colt, before racing to find his brother.
'Please be okay, please be okay' Dean muttered softy as he bolted through the forest in search of the barn. 'Don't be dead, don't be a vampire' he panicked and kept running. 'Where is it?' he screamed and picked up speed; Dean was sure he had never run like this before in his entire life.
'Finally!' Dean growled as the barn came into view. Dean jumped over a log and then tripped on a stone. He cursed and ignored any cuts he'd received from that. He pulled himself back up and skidded to a halt through the barn entrance. 'Sammy?' he looked around. Dean saw baron dead and headless a few meters away and then Darren's lifeless form was just a meter from that. But then…bathed in the morning sun was…Sam.
'Sam? SAM!' Dean ran the then slid across the floor, over to his brother. Sam was lying on his right side, blood all around him. 'No' Dean said and knew calling the ambulance wasn't the best idea. He checked for a pulse and felt nothing. 'Sammy, don't be dead' Dean felt his eyes tear up but he felt for a pulse again. 'Good boy' he gasped, as there was a very faint pulse. Dean lifted Sam very carefully since he was sure he had some sort of injury. Then he noticed the stab wound and his face paled.
'Christ' Dean said and supported his brother's weight over to the Impala. He laid Sam onto the ground. They were completely out of sight from the barn or anything that would suggest something went on it the forest other than Sam's wrecked state.
'I'm gonna get help' Dean pulled out his cell phone and stared desperately at his low battery warning. 'Everything's going to be fine' Dean spoke again and reached into Sam's pocket for his phone, finding it was fine.
Dean's heart skipped a beat as he got a good look at Sam's pale face, the swollen lip and all the blood on his jacket and wounded arm. 'You're gonna be okay, little brother!' Dean sniffed and wiped his face. 'You're not going to die on me Sammy' Dean tried to keep it together as he fumbled with the phone.
'911, what's your emergency?' Teaser:
Where did I go wrong
I try to smile
But my heart's a heavy load to carry
'What have we got?' Dr Brennen rushed over once he saw them.
'Male, roughly 25 years of age! Severe stab wound to chest, possibly broken ribs and looks like he was attacked' an ambulance personnel announced as they pushed the bed into a room and shone lights down upon Sam.
Here I go...'1…2…3...clear!' a doctor said loudly and pressed the machine to Sam's chest, making his body jerk.
'No good' Dr Brennen said.
I made it through another lonely night
Just thinking of you
I long to be right where you are
'It's my fault' Dean said to no one
'I couldn't protect him…again' Dean sniffed.
Maybe there's a way to stop
The hands of time from turning
Maybe it just hurts too much to try
'Hm?' Dean jolted back into reality and leapt up from his seat faster than lightning. 'Yes? Is Sam okay?' he asked, panic rising to his throat again at the discouraging look on Dr Brennen's face.
How can I walk away
When my heart wants you to stay
And I can't tell you why
I know the feeling's gone and I know I should be strong
But I just can't say goodbye
Maybe there's a way to stop
The rain before it's falling
Maybe I'm a fool to even try
'I can sense something' she frowned. 'There's a strange presence here…it's here for Sam' Missouri went over to Sam. 'Yeah, I think it's a…reaper'
I can't say goodbye
How can I walk away
'If I have to shoot you to get it…I will' Dean told her seriously.
'I'm aware' Bela nodded
'And if I have to shoot you to keep it…I will'
'Is that damn thing really worth dying over?' Dean snapped
'I could ask you the same thing'
Yes, I know the feeling's gone, and I know I should be strong
But I just can't say goodbye
'I'll never give up on my brother'
'Come on Sammy' he pleaded. 'Don't' leave me'
No I just can't say goodbye
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