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~ Chapter 29 ~
Isabel woke up the next morning to find Sam and Dean doing research at the table. John was on his cell talking to someone.
"Bobby, this thing is not a Vampire, it's a Bloodsucker. The boys and I can't find a way to kill it, so if you got anything on this thing… Never heard of it? What do you mean…? Oh, never heard of a way to kill it. Well that's great." John sighed and shook his head.
Isabel got out of bed and grabbed her backpack. She walked over to the table and took a look at what Sam was working on.
"So there is tales and stuff about Bloodsuckers, but no way to kill one?" She asked.
"Not as far as we can tell." Sam replied, he looked up at Isabel, "But if we don't find a way soon, Sarah will be dead within the week."
"Lovely," Isabel bit her lip and looked down.
Dean glanced over at them, "Maybe we are looking for the wrong thing. Maybe we have to make it live to kill it."
"And how do you do that?" Sam asked.
"I don't know, Sam," Dean shrugged, "Just making a suggestion. But if we can't find a way to kill it, what makes it live? What if taking too much blood kills it? Or what if taken tainted blood hurts it somehow?"
"It might, but would that effect a Bloodsucker like a Vampire?"
"Let's see what we can dig up," Dean said with a smile he sent to Isabel.
Isabel didn't look at Dean, instead she said to Sam, "I'm gonna go back to my room for now. Chill and stuff. See you guys later."
Sam looked up at her and nodded, "Sure. What me to call if we find anything?"
Dean frowned some, "I'll call her."
"Sure Sam. Bye."
Isabel turned and walked to the door, leaving. Dean looked at Sam.
"What the hell was all that about?"
"What?"
Dean smirked, "She was talking to you but not me?"
"Uh… yeah well," Sam shrugged uncomfortably, "Maybe she is still half asleep and wasn't paying attention to who was talking."
"That's bull."
"Dean, why don't you go and talk to Sarah, leave Isabel alone for right now, okay?"
Dean gave him another frown.
Sam sighed and glanced at John, who had his back to them, and then he leaned towards Dean, "Isabel was having a nightmare last night. Plus whatever you did to p!ss her off last night, I'm guessing she isn't in too good of a mood today, okay? Leave her alone, Dean, before you completely ruin your friendship with her."
"Friendship?"
Sam sighed and got up, "I'm gonna go take a quick shower now, you can either do something stupid and p!ss Isabel off more, or you can do something constructive and go talk to Sarah. Either way, I'm gone."
With that, Sam walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Dean sighed some and got up.
"I'm gonna go talk to Sarah," he told John.
"I'll come with you."
Dean nodded some and they headed up to the Simons'. They walked in silence for a while. Finally John glanced at Dean.
"Dean?"
"Sir?"
John hesitates for a moment, and then goes on, "I'm sorry about last night. But when I think about what could have happened to you or Sam or Isabel…"
"Or Isabel?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"I might not trust her or even like her, but that doesn't mean I want her hurt," John gave Dean a fatherly look.
Dean nodded some with a slight smile, "Yeah, I know. But Dad, we aren't little kids anymore. You can't always freak out when something goes wrong."
John nodded as they kept walking, "You're getting wise in your old age."
Dean threw a smile to John, "Yeah well, I had a good teacher."
John stopped and watched Dean walk ahead of him. He couldn't help but be proud of his oldest son. He knew that Dean had done so much for the family and very rarely ever uttered a complaint. Sighing some and following after him, John also couldn't help but think of all the things Dean sacrificed in order to help him take care of Sam and help him with the hunting. He was proud of Dean, but sometimes… he wasn't so proud of himself.
Dean walked up the porch of the Simon's place and knocked on the door. Mr. Simon's came to the door with dark circles under his eyes.
"Yes?"
"Hi Mr. Simon. I was wondering if I could speak to Sarah again?"
"She is terrible tired right now."
Dean nodded, "I know sir, but I have to ask if she knows anymore about the creature that was in her room."
John walked up and stood behind Dean. Mr. Simon sighed some and nodded, opening the door to them.
"My wife is so sad, she doesn't know what to do," he said, "She called Sarah's parents, but they are still in France and won't be able to get a flight home for two days. And it could be even longer than that."
"I'm so sorry," John said.
Dean ignored the conversation and went upstairs. He walked down the hall till he came to Sarah's room and knocked gently. A very weak 'come in' was heard from the other side.
He walked in and stopped dead in his tracks. Poor Sarah looked paler then before. She was still in bed and turned her head to him. A soft smile brightened up her face.
"Hi Dean," she whispered.
Dean walks over and took a sit in the chair next to her bed, "Hey Sweetie. How ya doing?"
Sarah shrugged some, "I'm really sleepy."
He nodded and reached out to touch her hand, it felt cool, but he took it in his own and held it.
"Sarah, do you remember anything about the creature?"
"Just that she needed my help."
"Needed your help? How?"
Sarah took a breath. "She said she was dying and needed my help to help her live."
"Anything else Sweetie?" Dean asked.
"No, nothing else," Sarah replied, her voice going a little weak.
Biting his lip, Dean reached out and touched her cheek gently. "I think you should get some sleep."
Sarah nodded and Dean stood up.
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
Sarah stared up at him for a moment, and then whispered, "Will you take care of Zeppelin for me?"
"Sure, I can do that. What do you want me to do? Take him for a walk?"
Shaking her head, Sarah replied. "No Dean. I want you to have Zeppelin."
Dean slowly realized what she was saying and sat down again. "Sarah, you are going to get better, okay? And you will be taking care of Zeppelin, not me."
"Promise?"
"I promise you, Sarah. You will get better."
"Dean, can I ask you one more thing?"
He nodded.
"Will you kiss me?"
Dean's eyes widen slightly and he gave a nervous laugh. "Um, I don't know… That could…"
"Please? On my cheek?" Sarah looked at him with pleading eyes.
Dean sighed silently as he thought, ' Right, like I could tell her no with that look.'
He leaned over and placed a gently kiss to her cheek. Sarah turned her head and her little lips barely grazed a crossed his skin. As he pulled back, he saw the content look on Sarah's face.
"You're worse than I am about sneaking kisses," Dean praised her with a wink.
Sarah giggled softly, hardly any energy. Dean stood up and kissed her forehead.
"Get some sleep." He said a bit gruffly as he left her room, closing the door behind him.
Dean rested against the door, taking a few minutes to clear his head. He wasn't for sure how he'd do it, but he'd kill that b!tch, if it was the last thing he'd do.
