Here's the next chapter. I'll warn you now... my updates will be a bit slow for the next few chapters because I didn't intend for this to happen, but my muse ran wild, so I still have some plot lines to finish laying out.
The title of this chapter is from the song "Those Cannons Could Sink A Ship" by A Skylit Drive, which I though fits this chapter pretty well. look up the song if you don't know it :D
I'm music obsessed, so "45" by Shinedown also fits Joey's part of this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural
Claimer; I do own Grace, Fred, and Joey.
Everyone quickly turned towards Fred and Joey to see that Fred had pulled back the shoulder of Joey's shirt to reveal a red bite mark. Joey had an expression of shock and fear on his face while Fred scowled at the mark and tightened his grip on his silver knife.
Sam and Dean exchanged a worried and saddened glance, while Carl sighed and ran his hand through his short, light blonde hair.
"No..." Grace breathed as her eyes widened. Her mind was spinning at a thousand miles per hour trying to figure out if there were any other options.
Tamara glanced at Joey in sympathy, but she really only had eyes for her husband who was drifting in and out of consciousness from the blood loss.
"Well this is unfortunate, but none of us could honestly have expected us all to come out of this with no casualties," Fred said in a bored tone and Grace could smell Joey's fear scent quickly growing stronger along with the infection from the bite.
"No one has died yet," Sam said quickly. "There must be another option."
Dean shook his head slowly. "You know there isn't, Sam. We found that out when we tried to cure Madison."
Joey had stayed frozen in shock the whole time, his blue eyes staring at nothing. Fred growled in annoyance when Joey suddenly said, "No…" Tearing out of Fred's grasp, Joey ran out of the warehouse and disappeared into the darkness of the alley.
"You guy's coming?" Fred asked, though not really caring as he pulled out his gun and ran after Joey.
Dean quickly glanced at Grace and Sam. "We'd better go after them. Fred is too much like Gordon and might do something rash." he said and then turned to Carl and Tamara, who were hovering over Isaac. "You two get him to a hospital, we'll take care of everything here." Dean told them.
"Thank you," Tamara said and then between her and Carl, they carefully carried Isaac out the door.
Sam turned to Grace. "Follow the scent trail, but stick with us so we can follow you," he told her.
Grace looked distraught, but she seemed to shake it off. "On it," she confirmed with a nod and then ran out of the warehouse at a human speed with Sam and Dean right behind her.
Taking sharp turns into other alleyways, Grace could hear Joey and Fred running up ahead while she followed their scent trail.
"I really hate that this happened to Joey. We had just become friends, I think. He said he had been under Fred's influence too long," she confessed and Sam and Dean glanced at her in surprise.
"So that's what you two were talking about on the way here," Dean observed and she nodded.
As they rounded another corner, Sam suddenly slid to a stop. "I just had an idea!" he said, his hazel eyes looking hopeful.
"What is it?" Grace asked, quickly stopping along with Dean.
"You are the number one type of vampire for many reasons, but I believe your venom is very strong because of that factor too," Sam said quickly and her eyes widened as she caught up with his train of thought.
Dean was not far behind her in figuring it out and was the first one to voice it. "You think if she bites him, her venom will cancel out the werewolf bite?" he asked, stunned.
Sam nodded quickly. "Yes, and if it doesn't work… it's not like it can make things worse," he replied and then paused, "but you'll need to hurry and do it before the werewolf infection spreads through his system too much."
Grace nodded and then suddenly whipped her head toward the way they were running. "Fred's got him cornered! Keep going this way, you can't miss them!" she said and then darted off at full speed.
….
Joey had managed to keep ahead of Fred most of the run, but when he reached a dead end, he knew it was hopeless. He turned and faced Fred, who slid to a stop and pointed his gun at Joey.
A movement at the other end of the alley caught Joey's attention. he looked past Fred and his eyes turned pleading when he saw Grace, but his attention quickly turned back to Fred as he started speaking.
"You knew there was a chance of this happening when you started hunting, so it shouldn't come as a surprise," Fred told Joey, who shook his head quickly.
"Yes, but…" Joey started to protest, but Fred cut him off.
"No 'buts'. Now hold still and I'll try to make it quick," Fred told him and started to pull the trigger.
Joey closed his eyes and the shot echoed through the ally, but the pain never came. He cracked an eye open to see Grace standing in front of him, her hand against Fred's gun, pointing it into the air.
"What do you think you are doing?" Fred snapped at her, jerking the gun away and taking a few steps back. "You know he has to be killed!"
Grace shook her head as Sam and Dean rounded the corner and stopped behind Fred. "Sam had an idea," she said and then turned to Joey. "He thinks I can turn you into a vampire instead of you becoming a werewolf," she explained and his blue eyes widened.
"You think it would work?" Joey asked hopefully and she nodded.
Fred started to step forward in rage, but Sam and Dean grabbed him by each arm. "To hell it will 'work'! He'll still be a bloodsucker!" Fred protested furiously.
Sam quickly tried reasoning with him. "You've seen Grace's control though and she has never harmed a human. You were just working with her minutes ago. What changed?" he asked.
Fred angled his head to glare at Sam. "I was being forced to work with her to stop the werewolves. I'd still kill her if I had the chance," he said and then narrowed his eyes at Joey. "And I'm not going to work with a vamp," Fred added distastefully.
Grace just shook her head. "It's not your choice. Sam, Dean, will you get him out of here so I can talk to Joey alone? I'll meet you back at the hotel in a little bit," she said and the brothers nodded, dragging a cursing Fred out of the alley.
Grace turned her attention back to Joey, who had relaxed now that he was not at gun point anymore. She glanced down at his left arm, which was the same side as he bite mark and noticed his skin and nails were starting to take on a werewolf appearance.
"Joey," she said seriously, "do you want to be a vampire? You need to decide quickly before the werewolf infection spreads too far," Grace told him, brown eyes meeting blue.
Joey hesitated a moment. "If I said yes, would you make sure I don't hurt anyone?" he asked her seriously and she nodded.
"Of course, but I guarantee you will still be yourself," Grace replied and Joey nodded.
"Do it," he told her firmly.
Grace nodded and then raised an eyebrow at Joey as she judged his height.
"What?" Joey asked her curiously.
Grace rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me that you haven't noticed the six inch height difference between us?" she replied and then grin mischievously.
Joey frowned and then released a startled grunt as Grace swept his legs out from under him, catching him marriage style.
"We'll if this isn't embarrassing I don't know what is," Joey muttered, wrapping an arm around her neck.. He did not trust her not to drop him because of the size difference.
Grace grinned. "You'll have this kind of strength too you know," she replied before her fangs suddenly extended, causing him to stiffen.
Joey forced himself to relax before turning his head to look at her shoulder, exposing his neck.
Grace dipped her head down and hesitated a moment, bracing herself so she could keep in control. She bit down directly on his jugular, causing him to gasp, but Grace quickly tuned him out as her attention was diverted. A few drops of blood had seeped out around her fangs and she had she first taste of fresh human blood.
Imagine your favorite food, now imagine something hundred times better and it actually be good for you. It took all of Grace's self control to not drain him on the spot. She breathed in the her nose to steady herself and then injected a large amount of her venom into his bloodstream. Grace quickly retracted her fangs and raised her head to see the bite marks heal up after a few moments. Joey turned his head back and met her eyes right before he shivered and passed out.
Grace tightened her grip on him and made sure he was secure before she took off at full speed down the alley and towards the motel on the other side of own.
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The sky was turning yellow and orange as dawn neared by the time Grace reached the motel. She had to take the long way around to avoid anyone seeing her, because it would have turned heads to see a 5'3" teenager carrying and 5'9" unconscious man so easily.
Grace stopped in front of the door to her room. She could her Dean on the phone, but she did not try to listen in, instead she kicked the door with her foot. She heard Dean say bye to whoever was one the phone before he hung up and unlocked the door. He opened it, holding a gun like usual, but when he realized who it was he stepped aside and Grace entered the room.
Medical supplies were strewn across Dean's bed and Sam was sitting on his own bed, placing a bandage on his arm. Both Dean and Sam looked as if they had already showered, changed clothes, and taken care of their injuries. Grace assumed they had already been by the warehouse to disposed of the bodies and unlocked the door to the gang members.
Sam looked up and when he saw Grace come in, he stood up from his bed immediately. "You can put him on my bed," he offered and then added, "do you think it worked?"
Dean shut the door and set his gun on the small table before sitting down on his bed. "You know… you carrying him looks really strange," he commented and was awarded an eye roll for his effort as Grace laid Joey on the bed.
"I'm pretty sure it worked. His left arm and hand had started to transformed, but as you can see…" Grace did not bother finishing the sentence, instead she just motioned to Joey's completely human hand and arm.
Sam nodded and looked thoughtful for a few moments. "How long do you think it will before he wakes up?"
"The vampire that turned me bit me around ten o'clock at night and I woke up around dawn the next morning," she replied and then shook her head, "but I'm pretty sure I gave Joey a larger dose of venom, so he may turn quicker."
"Should we leave before he wakes up?" Dean asked, reaching to grab a beer off the table.
Grace nodded and glanced at Joey. "Yes, he may be in control, but your scent would be painful since he couldn't attack," she told them and the brothers nodded in agreement.
Dean suddenly seemed to notice her injuries and his eyes widened. "Have they quit bleeding?" he asked and Grace looked at him in confused until he motioned to her wounds.
"Oh. Most of them have I think," she replied.
Grace felt her neck and then pulled her hand away, her fingers quickly covered with fresh blood. "All the minor scrapes have stopped bleeding, but the deeper ones are going to take a bit longer to stop bleeding."
Sam stepped into the bathroom and came out with a wet washcloth. "Sit down," he told her, motioning towards the chair next to the table.
Grace knew protesting would not work, so she walked over to the chair and tilted her head back, closing her eyes with a sigh. Sam quickly started cleaning the blood away from the puncture holes, but blood continued to stream out sluggishly.
"I don't know how you tolerate this kind of pain," Sam commented, shaking his head, before glancing at Dean. "Hand me some waterproof bandages and tape," he told his brother, who quickly handed him said objects.
"Actually those are not what hurt the most," Grace replied, opening her eyes as he finished wrapping the tape around her neck to keep the bandages in place.
Dean raised and eyebrow. "Really? Then what does?" he asked her.
Grace stood up and slid off her black jacket, which was now caked with blood and had many cuts and tears. Her arms showed the same amount of cuts and scrapes, most of which had already started healing, but on her right arm there was a bright red bit mark that was dripping blood.
Sam winced and gripped her arm gently to get a better look at it. "Do you think it will cause any permanent damage?" he asked, wiping the blood away so that he could bandage it to keep the blood from getting on everything.
"I don't think so, but from the way it is making my whole arm feel like it's on fire… I have a feeling it will take longer to heal," she replied and then glanced at Dean. "Since I still look like I stepped out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Could you go out to the Impala and grab the spare jar of blood in the trunk?" she asked him.
Dean nodded. "Sure, I'm actually surprised you're not running out of blood to lose," he said and walked out the door.
"I haven't lost that much blood!" Grace protested before he shut the door.
Sam shook his head at their antics and then went back to checking her for serious injuries. "Where else are you hurt?" he asked and she hesitated before pointing towards a four inch long cut in her black shirt across her abdomen near her lower ribs.
"I can't patch it up if I can't see it and I know you don't want water getting in it," he told her and she blushed the faintest bit, but he chose to ignore it as she moved to lay down on Dean's bed.
"Oh wait a second," Grace said and walked over to her bag, reaching in and withdrawing a medium size knife. She stepped back over the bed and stretched out on her back, tucking her hand behind her head along with the knife.
Sam raised and eyebrow at the knife, but decided not to ask.. Carefully slid her shirt halfway up her ribs to reveal a deep and ragged cut caused by one of the werewolf's claws. This was the first time she had actually got a stomach injury, so Sam finally got a look at her flat, yet slightly toned abs, which hid her vampire strength very well.
Grace suppressed a shiver as he tore his gaze away from her, grabbing a rag to clean it the blood from the wound. He had to place a hand on the skin next the blood as he cleaned it so the skin would not pull and make it bleed worse.
Dean chose to walk back in at that moment, carrying a jar of blood in one hand and a bag of chips in the other. He spotted Sam and Grace, smirking, he winked at them. "Woot! You go Sammy!" he said just before there was a sudden movement from Grace.
Dean heard a thump in the wood next to his ear and look to the side to see a knife had pierced the door beside him, catching the edge of his shirt right at his shoulder. Gulping, Dean slowly turned to look back at Grace, who was propped up on her elbows with an evil grin.
Sam blushed furiously when Dean said that, but then he saw the knife and grinned. "Nice shot," he commented as Grace stretched back out for him to finish cleaning the gash.
"Thanks," she replied with a grin.
Dean glared at her and tossed the chips on the table so that he could pull out the knife. "Look, you made a hole in it! I like this shirt," he told her, setting the knife and blood down to examine the small tear.
Grace snorted and rolled her eyes. "Your precious leather jacket will cover the hole, which is some kind of miracle jacket since it never gets cut or torn even when you do," she said and Sam chuckled as he put a bandaged over the wound.
"Yeah, yeah," Dean muttered and then glanced at Joey, quickly noticing a few cuts on his arms and face were gone. "How is his transformation going?" he asked Grace, who sat up as Sam finished securing the bandage.
She took a deep breath towards Joey and then walked over to the table to grab the jar of blood. "It's going good, he smells about forty percent vampire now," Grace replied and then unscrewed the lid, quickly draining the whole jar.
Dean watched her for a moment. "I noticed you were pretty tense after the fighting was over," he commented, though he had a feeling he knew what it was about.
Grace winced as she remembered. "Yeah, between my own blood loss and everyone else bleeding, my control wavered a bit," she replied, "but as you can tell, I got back in control."
Sam looked like he was wanting to ask something, his hazel eye curious, but he did not say anything.
Grace knew his expression well and turned to him. "What are you wanting to ask, Sam?"
Sam shifted uncomfortably a moment. "Well, I was just wondering if you had any problems with control when you…" he broke off and nodded towards Joey.
Dean sat up straighter and paid more attention when Sam asked that. Grace sat down on the edge of Dean's bed and leaned forward, resting her hand in her hands.
"Was it that bad?" Dean asked her and she lifted her head up to look at him.
"It was that good," she corrected and then at his confused expression explained further. "Imagine the best pie you have ever tasted," Grace told him and Dean grinned, his eyes lighting up. "Now imagine that pie tasting a hundred times better," she said, Dean's eyes widening and she noticed Sam had small grin on his face at Dean's expression, who looked as if he was going to drool at any second.
She waited a moment before continuing. "Now add in that the pie is good for you and you can have a much as you want. How hard is it for you to resist?" Grace said and then jerked her thumb towards Joey. "That's what I was facing when I bit him. I only tasted one drop of blood and it set me off. It took all my willpower to not drain him on the spot," she confessed to the brothers.
Sam moved to sit on the other side of her. If they had had this talk when she had first joined them; everyone would have been quite uncomfortable, but Sam and Dean had mellowed out over the blood discussions. "We're proud of you," Sam told her and patted her shoulder.
Dean rolled his eyes and muttered, "Chick flick moment," under his breath and Grace heard him, punching his arm lightly.
Sam did not hear it, but he had a pretty good guess and chuckled. Grace shook her head and straightened up, deciding to move onto other topics.
"Who were you talking to right before I knocked?" she asked Dean as she watched the steady rise and fall of Joey's breathing .
"It was Carl, he was filling me in on what was happening with Isaac," Dead explained, taking a drink of his beer.
Grace tilted her head, her brown eyes curious and slightly worried. "How is Isaac doing?"
Dean waved his hand, trying to dismiss her worries. "He's fine."
Sam rolled his eyes at the short answer and ran a hand through his brown hair. "They had to do a blood transfusion and he requires a lot of stitches in various places,. He was sedated and Tamara was sitting with him when Carl called," he told Grace, who nodded.
"What is the story they came up with?" she asked and Dean snorted.
"Carl and Tamara told the doctors that Isaac had gone to the store and took too long, so they went looking for him and found him like that. Then something ambushed them, beat them up, and then took off," he informed her, taking a sip of his beer before continuing. "Tamara and Isaac have a code, so when Isaac wakes up she'll say the code word and he'll fake amnesia."
Relived, Grace glanced at Sam. "What about Fred?"
Sam and Dean did their usual glance at each other before Dean answered. "He called us a few names and when we finally got him in his truck, he told us 'Don't think this is over. I'll be back and then both vamps will be dead for good'. He tossed us Joey's bag and then he drove off," he said, his green eyes showing a hint of worry as he motioned towards a duffle bag in the corner of the room.
"How big a threat do you think he would be to you or Joey?" Sam asked her seriously.
Grace shrugged and played with the end of her hair, which was one of her nervous habits. "If he used a hostage you know I would go to him, but otherwise he couldn't get close enough to me or Joey… unless he gets his hand on a bazooka, because I'm pretty sure that would work," she replied, saying the last part with a grin.
Dean's eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers. "I bazooka! Why didn't I think of that? We could take out a lot of fuglies with that!" he said excitedly, causing Sam and Grace to break down laughing. Dean stood up and did a dramatic bow. "Thank you, thank you. The next show will be… after breakfast."
Sam rolled his eyes and stood up. "I can take a hint." he said and then turned to Grace. "Do you need anything while we are out?"
Grace glanced over at Joey and then nodded. "Can you stop by the morgue? I know it will be hard since they are not closed, but I really need more blood and Joey will need about four pints when he wakes up," she told them and they both nodded.
"Don't worry, we'll get it," Sam said and they walked out the door. A few moments later she could hear the rumble of the Impala's engine start up and then move away.
Grace sighed as they left and then turned her gaze back to Joey and she felt a feeling of concern wash over her now that it was just the two of them. She looked him over and saw that all his wound had healed up, except for the werewolf bite, but there was still blood caked on him. Sighing, Grace stood up and stepped into the bathroom, grabbing a wet washcloth. She knew he would take a shower after he woke up, but dried blood was pretty uncomfortable to be covered in when first waking up. Grace started washing the blood off of his face and arms when she felt a feeling of protectiveness and she shook her head and sighed.
"Let me guess, a 'Sire' bond. Great, like I really need to feel motherly towards a guy eight years older than me," she muttered under her breath as she finished cleaning him up.
Glancing at the clock, Grace decided she still had plenty of time before Sam and Dean returned. She quickly gathered some clean clothes and went to take a shower, ready to get rid of the still sticky blood.
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Grace had just finished drying her hair when Dean opened the door and stepped inside, quickly followed Sam.
"Your food is delivered and I expect a tip," Dean said with a grin and pulled three jars of blood of a bag, setting them on the table.
"It actually wasn't that hard to get the blood. All the medical examiners had been called out to numerous crime scenes," Sam told her, rolling his eyes at Dean behind his back.
Grace nodded and walked casually towards the table, but it stead of picking up a jar of blood, she picked up Dean.
"What the hell?" Dean protested as she tilted him sideways.
Grace set him back down with a grin. "There was your 'tip'," she said and then picked up on of the jars, draining it.
Sam laughed while Dean narrowed his eyes. "That's not what I meant!" he said and then sighed, knowing she would not back down.
"How much longer?" Sam asked and Grace knew what he was talking about.
She walked over to Joey's bed and took a deep breath. Her eyes quickly widened as she watched his werewolf bite finish healing up. "It's only going to be a few more minutes, you two should go. I'll call when it's ok to come back," Grace said quickly, looking back at Sam and Dean.
They quickly moved towards the door as Sam nodded. "Alright, be careful." he said and left.
Dean just nodded to her, but she knew he was telling her to be careful too before he followed Sam out.
Grace turned her attention back to Joey and then moved to sit on the other bed to give him some space. A few minutes passed and she noticed Joey breathing had changed and he shifted just before his eyes slowly opened.
There it is, but like I said before, don't expect the next chapter up right away.
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