Hi!

Another long chapter here- again, my fingers ran away with me!

This is where the action really starts, so please enjoy!

Please review after- let me know what you think!

Onwards...

'Come on, one more bite, that's it' Sam brought the spoon up to Jayson's mouth. As he did so, he opened his own mouth, mimicking the baby. 'Um yum yum'

Jayson giggled, before opening his mouth to the porridge breakfast, allowing Sam to push the spoon in. 'Good boy! Yes you are!' Sam laughed, loading up the spoon again.

Dean smiled at his brother as he fed Jayson. It was good to see the guy having some fun. Besides, its not as if he'd ever looked after a baby before. He turned to Castiel, who was sat opposite him on Bobby's kitchen table, looking blankly into thin air. Dean stared at him for a long moment before snapping his fingers in front of his face, causing the angel to jump. He had hardly spoken a word to Dean since they had woken up, Castiel rushing to look after Jayson, as though he might disappear any second.

'You ok?' he asked him. Cas looked at him for a few seconds.

'Those vampires are still out there, Dean. They could be anywhere.' Castiel broke of, looking at Jayson, as though seeking reassurance that he was still there.

Dean reached across the table, taking the angel's hand, squeezing it comfortingly. 'We'll get 'em, Cas. I promise you I'll let nothing happen to him.'

Cas nodded, smiling weakly at Dean. Jayson let out a squeal as he tried to grab the bowl from Sam's hands, tipping the contents down himself. The angel let out a soft chuckle.

Dean started to speak again, but was interrupted by Bobby coughing as he came into the room. The older hunter held a large, old, dust covered book in his hands, settling himself down in his armchair. Dean shook his head, turning back to watching his brother, who was now covered in porridge; it was in his hair, down his front, on his face. But the younger Winchester didn't seem to mind; he was still battling trying to get the spoon in Jayson's mouth.

Everyone in the room jumped when one of Bobby's many phones started ringing. Bobby groaned and hurried towards his line of phones; Jayson had jumped when the shrill ring echoed around the room. Sam quickly picked him up, comforting him.

Bobby grabbed the offending phone, balancing it on his neck. 'Hello? Rufus?' he listened for a few moments before gesturing the others forwards. Dean and Cas left the table, Cas taking Jayson from Sam. The angel held him close, the baby instantly calming in his arms.

'That's great Rufus. Where'd you say you spotted them?' Bobby quickly scribbled down something on a scrap of paper, throwing it up at Dean.

Ohio

Dean looked at Bobby in surprise; the older hunter was still listening intently to Rufus on the other end of the phone.

'Alright, you hear anymore, you call me.' Bobby hung up; turning towards the other's, Dean raised his eyebrows.

'Ohio? What, the fangs took a vacation or something?' Dean sounded incredulous.

Bobby nodded. 'Rufus had been tracking a hive of demons across state, when he found a nest of vampires had just turned up on the edge of Toledo. No warning, nothing. He knew I was searching for a fang, so he sent the message.' He looked up at them. 'Might be your vamp.'

Castiel looked down at baby Jayson, who was dribbling in his arms. 'I hope so. Then we can end this.'

He gave Jayson to Dean and turned to the younger Winchester. Sam nodded and grabbed his holdall. He turned to his brother. ''You alright with sitting this out?' he asked him.

Dean nodded, jiggling Jayson in his arms. 'Someone's' gotta stay here to look after this little rugrat.' He looked slightly put out, but didn't say anything.

Cas turned to him, a determined look in his eye. 'We'll find them Dean. They won't get Jayson.' Dean nodded, before leaning in for a quick kiss.

Castiel turned to Sam, lifting up his forefinger, pressing it to Sam's forehead. Again, they both disappeared in the blink of an eye.

-x-

Dean laid Jayson down in his cot, the little one was blinking up at him sleepily, having just had a bottle and his nappy changed. Dean smiled down at him, gently tickling him under the chin, before tucking the blanket around him. Sam and Castiel had been gone about two hours now, with no word. Dean wasn't worried; he knew they could look after themselves. He just didn't like the feeling of uselessness that staying out of a hunt left him with. Shaking his head, knowing how self centred he sounded, he sat heavily down in a spare chair, closing his eyes.

'You look like you need to climb into bed for the next ten years.'

Dean opened his eyes abruptly, seeing Bobby smile down at him. The older hunter sat down next to him, grinning down at the sleeping baby, who was making cute little noises in his sleep. Nasal noises that sounded like small snores.

'Wonder how those two are getting on' Dean mused.

-x-

Sam cast a look into the dark house, his gun in his hand. His eyes slowly accustomed to the darkness, the crumbling house smelling like must and dirt. It was pitch black, a house shrouded in tall trees that blocked out the sunlight. His footsteps echoed on the floor, debris rattling away as he walked through them. He looked back at the following angel, as silent as an approaching cat; Castiel had wide eyes, darting in every direction. He caught Sam's eye, approaching him quickly, his angel killing knife raised in his hand.

This was the place Rufus had told Bobby he had seen the vamps move into and there were signs to prove it; the windows were boarded shut and the blood-dry body in the inner room was a pretty big giveaway.

Sam put his finger to his lips; a small scuffling sound had echoed in through the room ahead of them. The angel nodded and the two of them moved forwards slightly, keeping quiet as they approached the room. As they got in the room, they noticed the smell of fresh blood, the metallic smell filling their nostrils as they walked forwards.

Suddenly, there was as cold rush of air and Sam was flung across the room, slamming into the opposite wall. He slid down it, his eyes wide in shock.

A dark figure stood in front of him, an evil smile on his pale face. Sam, not knowing if it was the vampire who had killed Jayson's parents, brought up his gun. He felt a warm trail of blood make its way down his face from a cut to his forehead, the smell of the blood stopping the vampire in his tracks.

'Sam!' Castiel strode forwards, swinging his knife up in a well-practiced motion to kill. The vampire stood back smartly, swinging his arm. Cas, not thwarted that easily, brought his knife around and cut the vampire in a deep gash on his shoulder, sending him hissing backwards.

Sam dragged himself up the wall, watching as the vampire walked slowly backwards out of the room, holding his shoulder.

Castiel looked at Sam, who looked shocked.

'What the hell, Cas? That fang had at least another fight in him. Why bail now?' Sam picked his gun off the floor, having dropped it when he was getting up.

Castiel shook his head and turned around. He tapped Sam on the shoulder, gesturing to the back wall.

'Maybe that's why.'

Sam's mouth was open in shock. There, on the wall, written in blood was the simple message.

You're too late

He turned back to the angel, who, if possible, had paled even more. 'We should get back to Dean.' Sam nodded, grabbing his holdall and securing it over his shoulder. He closed his eyes as Castiel's finger came towards his forehead. His whole world went brilliant white for a few seconds, before he felt his feet hit solid ground again.

-x-

Bobby jumped up in shock, Sam and Castiel having reappeared in his living room. 'Dean!' he shook the elder Winchester, who started awake. As the afternoon had worn on, the night slowly rolling in, Dean had taken advantage of Jayson being asleep, falling asleep himself. He sat up in his seat staring at his brother and his angel. He took in Sam's wound, Castiel looking more unruffled than usual.

'What the hell happened?' he demanded, watching as Cas went straight to baby Jayson, looking down at the sleeping baby.

'The fang knew we were coming' Sam sounded breathless. 'It was a trap.' He brought a hand up and touched his gash, smearing more blood down his face.

Bobby was about to ask a question before there was an almighty bang as his front door was kicked in, windows smashed. About ten figures walked slowly towards the room, silhouetted against the doorway. One, taller and broader than the other's, walked into the room, his shadow casting darkness over the hunters, the angel and the baby.

The tension was palpable, the vampires baring their white, pointed, sharp teeth. Castiel had a look of cold fury on his face, as though he was a wild cat raising his hackles. He stood, watching the intruding vampires, his angel knife in his hands.

The taller vampire smiled, showing pure white, sharp teeth. His dark brown eyes narrowed in anger. He looked over at Jayson, who had woken up and started screaming in Dean's arms; as soon as he heard the vampires come into Bobby's house the Hunter had gathered up the sleeping baby, protecting him.

The vampire extended a hand, blood encrusted nails pointed at the screaming baby.

'I believe you have something we want.'

Huh. What will they do now? How will they get out of this one?

Find out in the next chapter!

Thanks a lot for reading, hope you enjoyed this update- more coming soon!

Please take a few seconds to review- I love hearing all your comments, good or bad

Thanks,

Luckypixi

xxxx