My Black Dalia
Chapter 14
Sam smiled and leaned back against the booth, putting his arm around Elena. They were five or six hours away from home and had stopped for something to eat. Things between Dean and Dalia were doing better too. They'd sat down and had a long talk. Apparently, Dean wasn't going try to control her anymore. Sam was waiting for the day he went back on that and they fought again. As far as he and Elena were concerned, nothing could be better. She was perfect for him.
He'd told Dean that Dalia was the female version of himself. Well, Elena was the female version of Sam. They just clicked. It'd been instantaneous. He looked down at her and just smiled, watching her laugh at one of Dean's bad jokes. She looked up at him. "What?"
"Just like looking at you." He bent his head and kissed her.
"Oh, get a room you two." Dalia rolled her eyes and threw her napkin at them.
Sam smirked and caught it. "Bite me."
"Hey, only I get to do that." Elena smirked and looked at Dalia. "But you can bite me." Dalia smirked and leaned across the table, dipping her head into the crook of Elena's neck and biting her. Dean and Sam watched, jaws open as Elena bit her lip and her eyes rolled back. Dalia smirked, licking her lips and sitting back in her seat.
Dean groaned, closing his eyes. "Sammy, we need to marry these girls."
Elena laughed and kissed Sam's cheek. The poor thing was still staring like a moose caught in the headlights. "Come on boys, let's go home."
xXx
Sam was lying face down on the bed, his head buried in his arms when he woke up. They'd gotten in around three in the morning and he'd passed out as soon as his head had hit the pillow. He reached over the bed, searching for Elena. When she wasn't there he picked up his head and looked around. He saw the note lying on the night table. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and reached over, picking it up.
Good morning Sam. I borrowed one of the cars and headed into town with Dalia. We were going to make you boys breakfast this morning but the only thing in the fridge was beer, cheese, and something that looked like maybe at one time it was a gas station burrito. We should be back soon. Love you.
—Elena
He smiled a little and shook his head. Having a couple of women around the bunker was turning out to be a pretty good idea. He got up and walked into the shower, washing off the stench of Impala and diner food. He kept thinking back to Elena's note. They'd never actually said the L word out loud. He was racking his brain trying to figure out if he should actually tell her.
He got dressed and grabbed his phone, heading for the library. He called Elena and got her voice mail. "Hey baby, woke up and saw your note. Give me a call when you're on your way home." He put the phone in his pocket and sat beside Dean. "Dalia leave you a note too?"
Dean smirked and pulled it out of his shirt pocket, handing it to Sam. "Read that."
Morning baby. El and I are heading into town for food because we don't eat like bachelors. Anyways, when you get this, I want you to picture me in nothing but my motorcycle boots and leather jacket, lying out on the hood of Baby. Got that in your head? Good. I'll be home soon and we can make that happen. Love you.
Sam smirked and handed it back. "Nice."
"Those girls are the best damn thing that ever happened to us." Dean sat back and sighed the breath of a content man.
Sam smiled and grabbed the book he'd been reading and flipped to the page he'd left off on. He was another four chapters deep when the bunker door opened and Dalia came stumbling in, holding her side.
"Dean…" She stumbled at the top of the stairs, falling down them before Dean and Sam could get to her. He looked for Elena and when she didn't come in with Dalia his heart started to race.
"What happened?" Dean picked her up and carried her to the table, lying her out on it. He pulled her shirt up and looked at Sam, horrified at the bullet wound in her hip. He pulled his shirt and pressed it against the wound. "Sammy, hold that."
Sam took over his brother's position as he ran out of the room to get the field surgeon's kit. "Dalia, where's Elena?" Sam asked.
She looked up at him, wincing as another wave of pain shot through her. "Vampires."
It was Sam's turn to look horrified at his brother when Dean came back in the room. His whole body went cold as fear and panic raced through the adrenaline pumping through his body. "Baby, you gotta tell us what happened," Dean said. He opened up the kit and started working on her hip.
Sam, trying to think the best he could, he brought her a bottle of her favorite whiskey and handed it to her. She took a deep pull looked up at him. "We'd just finished loading up the car. They came out of nowhere, just jumped us. I got shot, they broke the window with her head." She hissed as Dean dug out the bullet and dropped it onto the table. "Shit." She took another long pull from the whiskey bottle. "Sam, I'm sorry. I tried to go after them. They put her in a car and drove off."
Sam pushed the sweaty hair from her face and kissed her forehead. "Its okay, Dalia. You did good." He looked up at Dean, looking for help, something to make him feel better.
"Try her phone again," Dean said as she stitched up Dalia's hip.
Sam nodded and pulled his phone out, dialing her number. "Winchester."
"Who is this? Where's Elena?" Sam demanded.
"She's safe…for now." The vampire laughed as Sam started to pant with rage. "If you come alone she may be allowed to live."
"Where are you?" Sam growled.
"872, North Park. The abandoned warehouse. You come alone, Sam Winchester."
The line went dead and Sam gripped his phone. He started to throw it but thought better. He pushed it into his pocket and looked at Dean. "Give me the keys."
"Sam, wait. I'm coming with you."
"He said I come alone or she dies."
Dalia grunted and sat up, holding her side. "Sam, she's family. We're going with you."
"You're not in any condition to go vampire hunting."
"But I am."
Sam looked at Dean. "Sorry." Sam punched him, knocking him out cold and pulled his keys from his pocket. "Dalia, keep him here when he wakes up." He ran out of the bunker and jumped into the Impala.
xXx
Elena's head swam when she woke up. The whole world was spinning and she felt like she was going to be sick. Her arms were tied tightly behind her back, the circulation cut off, the wood of the chair she was tied to digging into her skin. She looked around the dimly lit room for a sense of where she was. The last thing she could remember was getting jumped by a vampire.
"Good, you're awake. I wouldn't want you to miss the party." She looked over. The vampire that had jumped her moved into the light.
"Who are you?" she asked. God was that her voice? She needed some water. "What did you do to my friend?"
"I shot her and let her go home to the Winchesters." He crossed his arms and leaned against the table sitting in the middle of the room. "Sam is on his way here."
"He's going to kill you."
The vampire laughed. "No, but I'll kill him." He grabbed a knife off of the table and walked over to her. "But before he gets here, I'm going to cut you, and drain you." He pressed the knife into her neck and cut a shallow line on the side. "Then, when Sam gets here, just before I kill him, I'm going to make him watch as I feed you my blood."
"Why are you doing this?" Elena demanded.
"Because he killed my family. Now, I'm going to kill his."
xXx
Dean grabbed the table for support and pulled himself off the ground. "Dalia! Baby!"
She limped in from the kitchen. "I'm here, Dean." She came over and hissed as she helped him into the chair.
"Don't strain yourself." He pulled her onto his lap as he rubbed his eyes. "You'll open your stitches."
"I'm fine." She handed him a beer which he put against his head where Sam sucker punched him. "He left."
Dean sighed and shook his head. "GPS?"
"I tried, he turned it off and Elena's phone went offline." She stroked her fingers through his hair. "We can call Castiel, see if he knows how to find him."
Dean nodded. "Yeah, that works."
xXx
Sam slammed on the breaks as he pulled up to the address the vampire had given him. He killed the engine and got out, walking around to the trunk. He pulled out a few vials of dead man's blood and the machete he preferred for killing vampires. Rage was pumping through him, he was hope it was sharpening his thoughts, his reflexes, but he knew it was just clouding his judgement. He raced inside the building. "Elena!"
She was in the middle of the room, tied to a chair and gagged, bruised and bloody. He ran towards her. The vampire jumped down from the rafters and grabbed him, throwing him into a pile of broken boards. Sam grunted and got to his feet. "Glad you could make it, Sam." The vampire walked closer, watching him and the machete in his hand.
"Let her go," Sam growled. He swung but the vampire dodged, grabbing Sam's arm and throwing him into another wall.
"No, I won't." He circled Sam who was keeping one eye on Elena. "I'm going to beat you, drain you, I'm going to hurt you. Then, when you're on the verge of death, I'm going to make you watch as I feed her my blood."
Rage swamped Sam and he launched himself at the vampire, tackling it to the ground. He was blinded by fury, forgetting about the blade. He punched the vamp over and over again even though he knew it wasn't going to do any real damage. The vampire grabbed him around the neck and rolled them. He slammed Sam's head against the ground. Sam growled and kicked the vampire off.
He got to his feet and wiped the blood from his lip. "The only thing you're going to do is get your head cut off." He kicked the vampire into the wall and swung, driving his blade through the vampire's neck. He watched as the head rolled off to the side and the body crumpled on the floor. He panted and limped over to Elena. "I got you baby." He took the blade and carefully cut the ropes binding her to the chair.
She pulled the gag off and threw her arms around him. "Sam."
He pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. "Don't ever scare me like that again." He buried his head in her hair and picked her up into his arms.
"I'll try." Sam carried her out of the building and set her on the trunk of the car and grabbed the first aid kit out of his bag. Elena watched his eyes as he started tending to her wounds. She cupped his face and kissed him. "I'm okay baby."
"I love you." Sam cupped her face, resting his head against hers. "The last woman I loved this much…she…Elena I can't lose you like that."
She wrapped her arms around him and rubbed his back, kissing his head. "I'm not going anywhere, Sam. Ever."
xXx
Sam led Elena back into the bunker. Dean was pacing the library and Dalia was sitting in one of the chairs, nursing a drink. Their heads snapped up. "You're back." Dalia winced as she got up and walked over throwing her arms around Elena.
Dean looked at Sam. "Where do you want it?" he asked.
"C'mon, Dean. I had to."
"Where do you want it?" Sam rolled his eyes and sighed, pointing at his chin. Dean smirked and nodded his head before punching his brother. Sam stumbled back and grabbed the table so he didn't fall over.
"Feel better?" Sam asked.
"Yeah." Dean smiled and pulled Sam into a hug. "Good work."
"Thanks." Sam pulled away and put his arm around Elena. "We're going to go lay down."
Dean smirked. "Sure you are." He laughed when Sam flipped him off and led Elena out of the room. He put his arm around Dalia and kissed her head. "Can we take a day off now?"
She laughed and patted his chest. "Yeah, baby. We can take a day off."