Chapter 12

I jerked awake to the sound of the horn blaring. I gave a little shout and sat up straight, reaching for my knife while blinking sleep out of my eyes. I realized Dean and Sam were laughing at me and Dani, who had reacted in a similar way. I slapped Dean upside the head as I slid out of the car. I stretched, yawning, and looked around. We were in a sort of deserted junkyard, with old machinery all around and chain-link fences surrounding the lot.

I walked around to the back of the car and opened the trunk as Dean got out of the car laughing and rubbing his head. I got my bag out of the trunk and tied my boots on, the laces going up to mid-calf.

"Those are some big boots you got there," Sam smirked as he came around the side.

I straightened. "Hey, I take this shit seriously. I don't feel like getting sewage on my new shoes."

Cas and Dani were leaning against the car, talking quietly. I took my Sig Sauer out of my bag and put it in the back of my waistband, pulling out my shirt so it wouldn't be noticeable if anyone happened to walk by. Then I took my big-ass motherfucker knife out and slid it into my spine sheath, which I already had on under my shirt.

Dean widened his eyes at the knife and I just smirked. Sam and Dean got their guns.

"Okay, everybody got their guns and shit?" I called out. "Dani?" She nodded and showed me her arrangement of knives. "Cas? You got your angel powers and stuff?" I asked uncertainly. How would I know what the hell angels do to fight? Castiel's brow furrowed but he nodded.

"Okay," I nodded to myself. "Lead the way," I motioned to Dean. He turned around and started walking. Sam and I followed, and Dani and Cas got up off the car and walked behind us. It was a short walk; five minutes, until we got to large drain with an iron cover on it. Dean and Sam knelt down and lifted it on the count of three, straining with the effort. They dropped it to the side with a clank. Dean took out a gun and a flashlight and hopped down into the well of darkness.

Sam motioned for me to go next. I peered into the drain dubiously. "I have to jump?" I asked.

"Don't worry; I'll catch you," Dean called up from the darkness. I blew out a sigh, straightened my shoulders, and then knelt down next to the hole. I swung my legs over the side, and turned around awkwardly, so my torso was on the ground and my legs were hanging down into the drain. I took another deep breath and carefully lowered myself so I hanging just by my fingertips on the edge of the drain. I hung there for a moment, trying to calm myself.

"Come on, Han, don't be a wimp," Dani said, smirking. I glared at her. I closed my eyes, took a steadying breath, and let go.

I was free falling for a moment, the air rushing past me. And then, I stopped, caught, the air knocked out of me. I drew in a gasping breath, my eyes still squeezed shut. I heard laughter and then, "It's okay, I got you,"

I opened my eyes to slit to see Dean leaning over me. I was in his arms, pressed tight to his body, and he smiling. I smiled back. "Thanks," I breathed, sighing in relief.

He gently set me on my feet. "Anytime," he said, winking. I rolled my eyes and got out my gun as Sam hopped down. I turned around to see what was around us and was surprised to see Cas and Dani there. Dani was clutching Cas for all she was worth, her eyes shut tightly. Cas had his arm around her, his coat flapping gently in the nonexistent breeze.

"She didn't want to jump," he explained, his cheeks just a tiny shade of pink. What? WHAT? Was an angel embarrassed?

"Who's the wimp now?" I crowed, patting Dani's back as I passed. I let Sam and Dean lead, since they had the flashlights. We decided to go left. We stayed on the side, avoiding the thin trickle of water running down the middle of the tunnel. I stepped on something squishy underfoot, and groaned in disgust, shaking off my foot as I walked. Dani snickered behind me, so I flipped up my middle finger in response.

We walked for a good fifteen minutes, not finding much of anything. I shrieked when a damn rat ran over my foot, causing the boys to panic, but that was about all the excitement we got.

We were still walking, and I decided to break the silence. "So, we're not really finding anything, and I'm kind of hungry, so maybe we should—" I was rudely interrupted when something tackled me, sending me flying onto my back in the dirty water.

"Holy fuck!" I shouted, scrabbling underneath the weight on top of me. Snarling answered me. "Vampires!" I called out, warning the others. It seemed like they didn't need my warning, since I could already heard gunshots and sounds of fighting.

The one on top of me leaned down, his hot breath blowing into my face. I wrinkled my nose and turned my face away in disgust. I realized my head was lying directly in the stream, the water swirling around my blonde hair, sending the long strands downstream. Oh God, could my day get any worse? Oh, wait, the answer was…yes. Abso-fucking-lutely yes. My gun had skidded away from me when the vamp tackled me. My big ass motherfucking useless knife was pressed along my back, the weight of the fanger on top of me making me unable to get to it.

"I think I'm going to have fun with you first, bitch," he snarled, leaning over and sniffing along my neck.

"You wish you could get a piece of this ass," I replied, trying to hold my breath. He drew back and flashed his ugly-as-fuck fangs at me. He reared back, preparing to strike. I looked around' all the others were locked in combat. I glanced back to the vamp on top of me.

He moved fast, his head snapping down, but somehow my arm got there first, my hand flat against his forehead, keeping him back. His jaws snapped, my wrist just out of reach of his teeth. His neck strained, forcing his head further. My arm was slowly bending, giving from the weight put against it. The vamp's head came ever closer, and he smiled nastily.

I tried pushing harder with my hand, with minimal results. He was still looming over me. I felt my arm getting even more tired from all the strain. God dammit. Was I going to make it through this? Great, I was fucking doubting myself. No, I was going to beat this fucking vampire, because that's what I do, and I'm fucking awesome at it. A new wave of determination washed over and my eyes hardened.

I wiggled my other arm free and set it on the vamp's wiry chest, pushing with that as well. The vamp arched his back in response, but still was coming closer to my face. This wasn't going to work.

Finally, I just decided to give anything my best shot. I let out I pushed his face backwards with all my strength, channeling all of my energy into my right hand, trying to force the damn vamp back, just an inch. Instead, a white light appeared under my palm, pulsing around my hand, illuminating the vampire's shocked face and a small area around us. My hand grew warmer and warmer until it almost burned.

The vampire flew backwards, crashing into the wall with a pained yelp. He slumped to the ground, unconscious, or, dare I say it, dead? I lay there in the dirty water, breathing heavily, trembling. I was immensely tired, for whatever reason. I finally sat up, but even that took a lot of effort.

I stumbled up, leaning against the wall for support, panting. I looked around at the others, who were staring at me, four dead vamps lying around here and there. They were just as shocked as I was. Dani had her hand covering her mouth. Sam and Dean had their mouths hanging open slightly. Even Castiel looked extremely surprised.

I leaned there against the wall, looking at all of them, still having trouble breathing normally. "Well," I said, slumping and slowly sliding down the wall. "That was weird."

Then I blacked out.