Chapter 35: The Rescue Plan
"Damon, go...there's blood everywhere, you need to go, now!" I told him. Stephan and Damon went upstairs after moving Dean to the couch. Without knowing who else to call, I decided to call Elena.
"Hello?" she answered, her voice raspy. She'd been asleep.
"Elena, its me," I said, my voice worried and shaky. Elena was immediately alert.
"What's the matter? Is Stephan alright?" she asked, and I wasn't surprised she was worried about him. I ran my hand through my hair as I tried to calm myself down.
"He's fine, its Dean," I told her.
"What about him? Trinity, you're gonna have to choose between them sometime, you can't keep jumping between them-
"No, he showed up badly injured, and bleeding...I sent Damon and Stephan upstairs because of all the blood, but I can't help him by myself...I'm sorry to have woken you, but I didn't know who else to call...I didn't wanna call an ambulance because that would've gotten the police involved, and that's the last thing we need," I told her, my heart pounding in my ears.
"Alright, its alright, calm down, I'm on my way," she replied, and hung up. The first thing I did was get a big bowl of water and a rag, and started dabbing at Dean's head wound, hoping to stop the bleeding. Dean winced, his eyes scrunching up, and then they opened.
"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" I asked, jerking my arm back like he was gonna bite it off. He moved his hand to the back of his head, and pulled it back, his fingers covered in blood. He looked over at me, his eyes growing wide as he realized what was going on. He tried to get up.
"I have to get out of here...she has Sam," he said, then groaned in pain.
"Alright, back down, back down," I said, gently pushing him back down to laying position. "Dean...you keep saying 'she has Sam'...by 'she', do you mean-"
"Katharine? Yea, actually. Your boyfriend's brother has managed to drag both me and my brother into her game of cat and mouse," he replied.I continued dabbing at his head wound, but I couldn't stop looking into his eyes, and remembering everything that had happened between us. When I was sure I'd stopped the bleeding on his head, I moved to his eye.
"Can you sit up? Oh, you know what, never mind, let me fix that first," I said, lifting the hem of his shirt. Elena arrived not too long after I started on his abdomen. I switched to his eye, while she worked on the bleeding in his side. Dean told her everything he knew, and she went to go fill in Damon and Stephan upstairs to let them get started on a plan to get Sam back.
"I'm sorry, Dean, this was never supposed to happen," I told him after several minutes of silence between us. He looked at me, his eyes sincere, and took my hand in his, stopping me from tending to his eye, and held it to his chest.
"I don't blame you for this...and as much as I want to, I don't blame them either...I am going to insist that I be there to get him back," he said.
"Dean, no...how injured you are now, and going back in there, she will kill you for sure," I told him, stroking his forehead. "How could you go after her alone? You're lucky you're alive right now...did you really think you could take Katharine on alone?" I asked him, firmly. He shrugged. "Dean, she's been a vampire for who knows how long, which means that she's probably killed and/or escaped numerous hunters along the way," I explained to him.
"I can't sit here and do nothing, I made that mistake when the bitch kidnapped you, and almost lost you because of it...I'm not making the same mistake twice, not with my brother," he said. I looked at him, surprised, remembering that I had almost died because of Katharine. And it was Damon that brought me back to life with his blood. It was surely out of my system by now, considering it had been two years. I couldn't believe I had forgotten that. I focused all my attention back on Dean and what was going on now.
"Dean, you can't go back in...I won't risk losing you; we may not be together, but I still care about you, I've told you this," I said to him. I realized something, and looked along his neck for any sign that she may have turned him while he was there. He didn't have any holes in the side of his neck. "Dean, how did you learn that she had Sam? I thought you and Sam were still separated," I asked him, suspiciously. He looked at me, his brows furrowed.
"She called me from Sam's phone, why?"
"What did she say?" I asked, avoiding his question.
"She said..." he said, hesitating.
"What? What did she say, Dean?" I asked, not liking where this was obviously headed.
"You know, it doesn't matter what she said, I'm going to get my brother back; you wanna help, that's great, if not, get out of my way," he said, trying to get up again. He groaned again, and I went back to working on his wound. I pressed down on his wound.
"Ow!" he muttered.
"That's for being stubborn, you're not going back in there, you wouldn't last five minutes...it only takes a second to break your neck, either that or she'll drain the life out of you," I told him. "Damon's not even gonna let me go, and I'm the one she wants...now if I were a vampire, I could take care of this, but Stephan has talked Damon out of it, and now I'm stuck as a vulnerable human," I said, realizing I said too much. Dean looked at me, surprise and fury in his eyes.
"What? So now you wanna join them? You?" he asked. I looked at him, from under my bangs, and shrugged.
"I'm no good to them as a human...I always bring them trouble; at least, as a vampire, I can help them out if there's ever any trouble...this for example," I said, looking at him. "Dean, I wanna know exactly what she told you," I told him, unable to put the pieces together of why she would take Sam in the first place. He looked me in the eye, deciding whether he should come out and say it or not.
"She offered me a choice, alright," he finally said. Even though I kinda already knew the answer, I wanted to hear it.
"What choice?" I asked him, and closed my eyes, waiting for the answer I knew was coming.
"She said that I either hand you over, or she kills Sam," he said, defeated, a sad look in his eyes.