Freaks and Geeks Part 2

Josephine sat at the kitchen table doing homework while Aiden and Krissy rushed around the dining room getting ready for school. Sam and Angela walked into the kitchen, having just woken up. Sam stretched and Angela was bottle-feeding Grace.

"Sam, Angela, just in time." Victor greeted. "Grab a seat."

"Waffles?" Sam asked, his voice thick with sleep.

"Yeah, Krissy's fav."

"My dad used to make 'em for me all the time," Krissy added. "I think it was the only thing he knew how to cook."

Victor removed the book from in front of Josephine. "Interact."

"Yeah, nerd." Aiden teased.

Victor tapped Aiden's elbow, which was on the table. "And you—manners."

Sam and Angela sat down at the table next to each other.

"We're gonna be late," Josephine noted.

"Come on. Grab your stuff." Victor instructed. "I'll pick you up after school."

"See ya," Krissy replied as the three teenagers left.

"Wow." Sam chuckled.

"Whirlwind, right?" Victor smiled.

"Yeah." Angela nodded. "Just think, Sammy, that'll be our future."

Sam chuckled and tickled Grace's stomach, causing her to giggle and coo.

"It's always like that with kids," Victor replied as he cleared the plates. "How old is your daughter?"

"About one-month old," Sam answered with a small smile. "She's already growing up too fast."

"Yeah. That's how it was with my kids…" Victor recalled, pulling out his wallet.

"You had kids of your own?" Angela asked softly.

"Yeah. Well, until we went camping and a wendigo ripped them to shreds."

"We're sorry," Sam replied sincerely. "Is that why you're doing this, taking all these kids in?"

Victor nodded. "But you know what I realized, is that these kids, they don't have to live it the way we have. You know, crappy hotel rooms, always moving, no family, no life. It's not the only way."

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Dean was at the police station with the girl who had been tied up in the hotel room. Dean was dressed in his FBI apparel.

"Like I told the cops already, I'm not sure why Jimmy Day would do something like this." The girl explained.

"Jimmy Day?" Dean asked. "Wait, so you knew the guy that grabbed you?"

"Everyone in town knows Jimmy." She shrugged. "He's a hero. We had a parade for him downtown when he came back from Afghanistan."

"Uh, sorry. When was this?"

"A few weeks ago." The girl answered.

Dean's brows furrowed in confusion. "So, uh… this Jimmy Day guy, he—he just grabbed you and took you to the hotel?"

"No." she shook her head. "I—I came from work and was in the parking lot when this blue van pulled up. This guy with a hoodie asked me directions. That's all I remember, till I woke up tied to that bed."

"And was hoodie there, too?"

The girl shook her head. "Just Jimmy, and he was crying, saying he was sorry and all."

"That he was sorry?" Dean's frown deepened.

"At first I thought he was gonna kill me." She admitted. "But then he just… he just seemed scared."

~/~\~

Sam and Angela looked at a series of framed photos on the mantle. Sam held Grace, who had one of her fists in her mouth. Angela picked up one of the photos and chuckled softly. The couple turned around when the heard the door open.

"Hey," Sam greeted as the teenagers walked in. "What happened to school?"

"Victor pulled us out," Aiden replied.

"Why?" Angela's brows furrowed.

"'Cause we've found another target," Victor replied as he walked in with a folder in his hand.

"Who?" Sam asked curiously.

"The vamp that killed Krissy's dad." He replied, giving Krissy a concerned look. "You ready?"

Krissy looked up and nodded silently.

"Okay," Victor replied, setting the folder on the table. He opened it revealing surveillance photos. "Pulled this from a security camera at a nearby gas station."

"Wait, how do we know this is definitely her?" Angela asked.

"Sheriff sketch, victim's accounts… and this." Victor held up a surveillance photo.

"My dad's necklace." Krissy murmured. "My mom gave it to him on their anniversary."

Sam's brows furrowed. "Are you sure this is a video surveillance pic?"

"It's her!" Krissy snapped angrily.

Angela's cell phone began to ring, and she pulled it out of her pocket. She sent Sam a silent look. "Excuse us."

Sam and Angela walked into a room that was farther away from the kitchen.

"Hey." Dean's voice rang through. "You there?"

"Yeah. How did it go with the girl?" Angela asked.

"Strange." Dean sighed. "Might be that vampire wasn't lying. He was fresh made within the month, but Josephine's family was murdered three months ago."

"So, who killed them, then?" Sam frowned.

"I don't know. I'd like to talk to whoever's driving that blue van. Other than that… You?"

"Something's up," Sam confirmed. "Victor says he has a surveillance photo of the vampire that killed Krissy's father. But, Dean… I'm not so sure."

"Why's that?" Dean asked.

"There's no time stamp on it."

"Okay. So, you think he's lying?"

"Well, that, or he's just wrong. It's hard to say." Angela muttered.

"Yeah, I never trust a guy who wears a sweater," Dean replied. "You guys want me to head back there?"

"No, no. We're good. Let us do some more digging." Sam replied.

"Alright. I'm gonna talk to the hotel clerk, see what he knows."

Angela ended the call and pocketed the phone. Sam glanced out the window and frowned when he noticed a blue van across the street. He tapped Angela's arm, getting her attention. The couple hurriedly walked back to the kitchen, frowning when they noticed everyone was gone.

"Hey. Where did everybody go?" Sam asked.

"Tracking that vamp," Victor replied.

"Well, I think we got a problem a lot closer to home. Look at this." Angela gestured outside to the van. "See that blue van? Dean saw it outside the hotel yesterday. We think he's working with the vampire we popped."

"Looks like we're going hunting," Victor muttered.

~/~\~

Dean walked into the hotel and towards the front desk.

"Ah. Nice to see you again." The clerk smiled.

Dean started to take some money out of his wallet. "Yeah, I bet. Listen, I need to know who, uh, checked into room 215 yesterday." He replied as he slid $60 over.

The clerk counted the money. "215. It was some guy wearing a hoodie, so it was hard to make out his face."

"He drive a blue van, by any chance?" Dean questioned.

"Do I look like a valet?" the clerk sassed. "He took one of those." He gestured to the wall lined with brochures.

"Which one?"

"The one that says 'lodge' on it." The clerk answered.

Dean grabbed one of the brochures. "Conway Springs Lodge."

"Yep," the clerk nodded. "Big during the summer season. But this time of year, it's closed."

"How far away is it from here?"

"Oh, it's a couple miles down the road." The clerk shrugged.

~/~\~

Sam and Angela walked outside the blue van and looked through the driver's side window. Angela was carrying Grace in a papoose carrier as they walked. Sam, Angela, and Victor walked towards the back of the blue van and down the street.

~/~\~

Dean drove up to a camping hotel and he passed a sign that read 'Conway Springs Lodge' on it. He parked the Impala next to the sign and cut off the engine before he got out of the car. Dean looked around to make sure that no one was around before he walked up to the buildings. He slid the machete from his sheath and pulled a flashlight from his pocket as he walked inside one of the buildings. Dean shined the flashlight around and frowned when he saw a girl sitting on the bottom of a bunk bed.

"Hey!" he snapped. "Who the hell are you?!"

The girl looked terrified, weak, and dirty. She shied away from the light and started sobbing.

"Answer me!" Dean demanded.

"Please make it go away." She begged. "It hurts so much."

"What? Wha…" Dean trailed off when he noticed a nearby light switch. He flipped the lights on.

"No, shut them off!" she begged. "They're too bright!"

"Not till you tell me what the hell's going on here," Dean replied.

"I don't know!" she cried.

Suddenly, the girl's fangs started to descend. She brought her hands up to her face.

"What's happening to me?!"

"Come here." Dean yanked her up off the bed and put the machete to her neck. "That's never happened to you before?"

"No." she shook her head. "No, there's something wrong with me. That—that guy, he did something to me."

"What guy?" Dean demanded.

"I don't know!" the girl exclaimed. "The guy in the blue van, he—he grabbed me. He took me there." She added before she doubled over in pain. "Oh, my stomach. It hurts so much."

Krissy cocked her gun from behind Dean. "Dean!"

He turned around at the sound of his name, only to see Krissy, Aiden, and Josephine standing behind him. Dean put a hand up to stop them.

~/~\~

As Sam and Angela walked, they noticed a suspicious looking person run in front of them and duck behind a nearby tree. Sam motioned to Victor to go on the other side of the tree. Victor smiled and took a gun out of his sweater pocket. The hooded guy waited quietly. Just as Sam was about to attack the man, Victor came up behind him and hit Sam over the head with his gun. Angela turned to look at Victor, wide-eyed. Victor just pointed the gun at Angela, motioning for her to start walking.

~/~\~

"Put those away, and we can talk," Dean commanded.

"Why are you with the vampire that killed my dad?" Krissy questioned.

"You're barking up the wrong tree," Dean replied. "She didn't kill your pops."

Krissy clenched her jaw. "I don't want to hurt you, Dean, but I will if you don't move."

"Listen to me, Krissy," Dean stressed. "She's innocent."

"And how would you know that?" Josephine glared.

"Because she's fresh made, a day or two. Her dad was killed months ago." Dean explained. "This whole thing stinks. That vamp that we killed last night? Why was he swearing that he didn't do it?"

"Because he was a liar," Aiden replied obviously.

"Vampires don't beg for their lives. They attack." Dean retorted. "Look, last time I'm gonna ask you nicely. Take the damn guns off me, or somebody's gonna get hurt."

"Big talk." Aiden sassed.

Dean quickly disarmed Aiden and cleared his gun, letting the rounded chamber fall to the floor. "I know. It is, isn't it?"

"So, let's say this isn't the vamp who killed my dad." Krissy proposed. "She's still a monster and deserves to die."

"Not if we can save her." Dean corrected.

"What?" Aiden scoffed.

"She hasn't fed yet. We can reverse this if we find her maker and get his blood."

"And why should we care about her?" Aiden asked.

"Like I said," Dean sighed. "Hunting isn't always about killing."

"Oh, please." Aiden rolled his eyes. "Preach to some other choir. We're not buying it."

"You want to kill an innocent girl?!" Dean roared.

"I want the bloodsucker who killed my dad to pay," Krissy replied.

"And we're gonna find out who that is," Dean assured. "But let's not be so bloodthirsty that just anyone will do."

"But Victor says it's her," Josephine argued.

"And I say it ain't!" Dean snapped. "So, we're gonna pack her to go, and we're gonna ask Victor ourselves. Okay?"

~/~\~

Sam started to wake up from the blow to the back of the head. Both he and Angela were tied to their chairs in Victor's living room. Victor sat on the couch next to them, holding a wailing Grace. The hooded vampire stood nearby.

"You okay, Sammy?" Angela asked.

Sam nodded and groaned slightly. "Let go of my daughter you son of a bitch." He glared at Victor.

"You're awake." Victor smiled. "Good. We don't have much time."

"For what?" Sam glared.

The hooded vampire started turning over furniture.

"Picture this," Victor started. "The kids arrive home victorious, only to find you dead in their living room. It seems that nest of vampires they were hunting was seeking revenge… and killed you. Thus, inspiring them to hunt even more. I'm sorry. I can't have anyone poisoning my kids' minds."

"Other than yourself, that is." Angela retorted.

"I don't need to justify my actions to you two or your self-righteous ass of a brother!" Victor roared.

"You mean like why you're working with a vampire?" Sam raised his brows. "So, what's he get out of this? Free roaming rights?"

"We are at war—a war that we are losing. That Leviathan fiasco was a wake-up call." Victor explained. "We have to do what we can to survive. I have a second chance to make it alright, to create the next generation of hunters—stronger, faster, smarter."

The front door opened suddenly and Victor used his free hand to pull out his gun.

"Hey, we're home." Dean greeted.

The hooded vampire smiled at the kids when they walked in, showing off his fangs.

"What is going on here?" Josephine frowned.

"These three are not to be trusted. They're trying to destroy us." Victor explained.

"Do you know this vamp, Victor?" Aiden frowned.

"Of course he does! They're working together!" Sam replied.

"Is that true?" Aiden questioned.

Victor paused. "It's complicated."

"No, actually, it's not," Dean interjected. "See, blue van here's been turning fresh vamps and setting them up for you kids as easy kills."

"But why?" Josephine asked.

"Because they didn't kill our families, did they?" Krissy glared.

"No," Victor admitted.

"Well, then who did?" Josephine interrogated.

"I did." The hooded vamp replied. "And they all screamed… and begged for mercy, especially the little ones."

"Enough, Seth!" Victor hissed. "You have to understand. I saw a way to make the future better. But to get there, I had to do something hard."

"He killed them off your orders?" Krissy asked.

"You needed motivation," Victor replied in defense. "I scouted each and every one of you. And I knew it was the only way to get you to hunt."

"So, you killed our families?" Aiden's brows furrowed.

"I know, the deaths are tragic. But think of all the future lives that will now be saved because you are now together."

"So, these fake vampires were just a way for you to train us and fill out heads with lies?!" Krissy yelled.

"Don't you see? This is bigger than all of us." Victor replied. "We have to learn to put things in perspective. Come with me. We can get past this."

Victor gently tossed his gun on the couch and set Grace down on her back on the couch. Krissy stepped closer to Josephine and Aiden. The three teenagers looked at each other and Krissy just shook her head 'no'.

"That is unfortunate." Victor pursed his lips.

He gave a side looked to Seth, who quickly moved over to Aiden, grabbing him. Dean used this time to draw a handgun from a side holster which he then pointed at Seth.

"Aiden!" Krissy cried.

"We're leaving," Victor replied.

Krissy stepped in front of Victor, blocking his path. "That's not happening."

"I taught you everything you know." He reminded. "Don't make me hurt you."

"Not everything, Victor." Krissy retorted.

Krissy signaled Josephine who pulled out a knife and tried to stab Victor with it, but failing. Meanwhile, Krissy quickly pulled out a tranquilizer gun and shot one into Seth's eye and another into his chest. As Victor turned around to face Krissy again, she pulled out her gun and pointed it at him.

"Krissy, don't," Dean said firmly.

"If we want revenge for our families' deaths, he gives it to us!" she snapped.

"We don't kill people. You don't kill people." Dean reminded.

Krissy shook her head. "He's not a person. He's a monster."

She stepped towards Victor who backed up slowly then fell to his knees.

"Krissy, this ends badly, no matter what we do," Angela interjected.

"Exactly," Krissy replied, cocking her gun.

Dean lowered his gun and stepped towards her. "Krissy, don't."

"This is for my dad." She glared.

Krissy pulled the trigger, but it only dry fired. Victor flinched at the sound and gasped. Krissy continued to pull the trigger.

"For Josephine's family. For Aiden. For me." She glared at Victor. Krissy dropped the bullets that hadn't been loaded into the gun near Victor, who started sobbing.

"So, we're just gonna let him live?" Aiden frowned.

"Yeah." Krissy nodded. "All alone, with himself. No family. No friends. Ask me, that's not much of anything." She added before turning to Dean.

While Victor sobbed on his hands and knees on the floor, he pulled a gun from his sock holster. Josephine quickly grabbed Grace from the couch.

"Gun!" she exclaimed.

Before anyone could get to him, Victor put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger, killing himself instantly. Grace started to wail at the loud noise in Josephine's arms.

~/~\~

Aiden sat next to the girl from the lodge on the couch in the living room. Josephine sat on the coffee table in front of her and Kissy handed the girl a glass of the vampire cure.

"Just drink slowly," Josephine instructed. "This will take away all the pain."

Krissy walked over to Sam, Dean, and Angela who stood near the front door. Angela held Grace who was sleeping peacefully.

"Proud of you," Dean noted.

"Shut up, before I punch you." Krissy retorted.

"So, how's she doing?" Angela asked.

"Better now."

"Oh, um…" Sam pulled out Krissy's dad's necklace and handed it to her. "I think this is yours."

"Thank you," Krissy replied sincerely.

"We'll wait outside." Angela smiled softly. "Come on, Sammy."

"Okay." Dean sighed as the couple walked out of the house. "Whenever you're ready, we'll be in the car."

Krissy's brows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"Your aunt? Cincinnati? Normal life?" he reminded. "We'll be there by lunch tomorrow."

"Look," she sighed. "I hate how we were put together, but… I can't deny that it feels right. And why should I let Victor ruin that, too?"

"So, what you're saying is that you like that boy over there and you want to stay?" Dean raised his brows.

"What? Aiden?" she scoffed. "No. I mean… he's like my brother. It's nothing like that."

"Well, you're all still minors." Dean reminded.

"Not for long." She countered. "Josephine will be 18 in a few months. And we all have a life and each other here."

"And hunting?"

Krissy sighed again. "We won't go looking for it. But if any monsters show up around here, they better look out."

Dean pursed his lips. "Okay. Good."

"Really?" Krissy looked surprised. "I thought I was gonna have to fight you way more on that."

"Well, you're right. You're not a kid anymore. You can make your own decisions."

"You're alright for an old guy." She smirked.

Dean rolled his eyes. "I'm really not that old."

"You keep telling yourself that." She chuckled.

"Huh. Alright. Well, I'm gonna have a, uh—a guy come and check on you every once in a while, okay?" Dean replied. "His name is Garth. He'll make sure that you're alright and got what you need."

"Garth?"

"Yeah. He's a little strange at first, but you'll come to love him." Dean assured.

Dean held up a closed fist for a 'pound it', but Krissy got on her toes and pressed a friendly kiss to his cheek.

"Take care, Dean." She smiled.

Krissy walked off back to where Josephine and the girl were still sitting, and Aiden stared at Dean from down the hallway.

"Yeah. Goodbye, Dean." He said before trying to duck back into the kitchen.

Dean waved him over. "Aiden. Listen, there's, uh, something I want to tell you about Krissy."

"I know. I know." Aiden rolled his eyes. "You'll kill me if I ever hurt her. Blah, blah, blah."

"No, no. No." Dean shook his head. "She'll kill you." He patted Aiden on the back. "Good luck."

~/~\~

"This is good," Sam noted as they walked towards the Impala.

"Is it?" Dean raised his brows.

"Could have been a lot worse," Angela replied.

"Will be if we don't shut those Gates of Hell soon," Dean muttered.

"What do they have to do with any of that?" Sam frowned.

"They're hunters now. You don't just walk away from that." Dean replied. "There's only one way out of that, and we all know it ain't pretty."

"Maybe they'll be different." Sam shrugged as Angela buckled Grace into her car seat.

"Or maybe if we shut that hellhole once and for all, those three can have a real life." Dean retorted.

"Maybe they won't be the only ones," Sam muttered to himself.

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you liked this chapter! Right now I'm writing Pac-Man Fever and I'm so excited for you guys to read it! Love y'all xoxo.

~Emily