Sam ducked to avoid the flying vampires head, watching it land behind him with a wet sound. Turning back to his brother, who seemed to be singing under his breath in time with his swings, he leaned back to just watch him work.
Pinpointing the vampires had been easy, it had even been easy to come to their hideout. They didn't even need to bring more than one weapon, Sam didn't feel up to killing so Dean was going to have all the fun. Instead he moved around the dilapidated barn that the vampires had used in search of anything interesting.
There was also the almost cage of humans that the vampires had been feeding on. He stared at them as he tried to figure out what to do with them. They weren't in the business of saving people, especially humans, but at the same time; wrong place wrong time.
He could hear one of the vampires pleading and begging before she screamed as Dean cut her head off. He sighed, rubbing the side of his head, he could already feel a headache coming along.
"Before I do anything." Sam said, despite his voice being soft he knew that the humans were listening to every word he was saying. "I'm looking for a gun, old, a Colt if any of you know what that is. You've seen it?"
One of the men nodded rapidly, gripping the bars of the cage and pointing towards where Sam could see a bed. "There! I saw the leader holding a gun! He put it there!"
Sam tilted his head so that he could see the room a bit better, nodding. He glanced once more at the humans before he sighed again, shaking his head he reached out and tugged on the lock, breaking it and opening the cage.
They were on their own but they were freed, he walked past them towards the room and even then he could hear them almost sobbing their thanks to him, one of them had to be carried by the other, they were almost paralyzed from fear.
Sam ignored them, he did more than his part; if they lived or died was up to them, and went into what was supposed to be a bedroom. He stepped over the vampire that was clawing at the ground trying to escape, Dean grabbed him by his ankle and dragged him back.
Wrinkling his nose at the mess in the room Sam started to look through everything, pinching the clothes he found in between two fingers and throwing them to the side to avoid actually touching them.
There was a wet almost sobbing scream from the other room as Sam continued to search. He went to the nightstand and opened it, staring down at what was inside.
The gun laid there amidst everything else. He reached in and slowly picked it up, turning it over in his hands. The carved five pointed star, the Latin inscribed on it. He tried to open it and couldn't, when he brought the hammer back the trigger slid out at the ready.
No harm in making sure. And one less bullet for one less headache.
He brought it back to the main room, breathing in the scent of blood deeply before he shook his head. Vampire blood always smelled so dead, barely there unless the vampire ate recently.
"Dean," he said, getting his brother's attention on him. He was holding up the last vampire by the hair machete at the ready. "Don't kill that one yet."
The vampire whimpered as Dean looked up at him. "What for Sammy?"
Sam smiled and held the gun up. "I just want to make sure that this is what we're looking for." he brought the hammer back and let the trigger fall onto his finger. "Because if we bring a fake one, it'll be worse than not bringing any at all."
He brought the gun up and aimed directly in the middle of the vampire's forehead. He whimpered, pleading with them that they both ignored. Dean tightened his grip on his hair and pulled it back to give Sam a clear mark. Smiling Sam pulled the trigger, watching as the bullet flew into his head. Energy shot through the vampire as his body jerked to the ground, twitching as it died.
"Looks like that's our gun." Dean said smugly, reaching down to wipe his machete with the vampires shirt. "So now, Cain."
Sam nodded. "Cain."
They cleaned up and carefully wrapped the Colt in a cloth and Sam placed the Colt into the inner pocket of his jacket as they drove to Missouri. They could feel the tensions rising more and more as they got closer.
They finally reached the farm, Cain wasn't exactly hiding himself or his presence. The two of them shared a look before they got out of the car, looking around.
Bees flew around them which Sam gently waved away. They could see a figure dressed in a beekeepers outfit moving from one encase to another. They moved together as the man turned towards them, stopping as he took the top portion of his outfit off.
Dean and Sam bowed their heads in respect to him. "Knight." Dean murmured, as the oldest he was responsible for talking for both of them when it came to these types of situations. "My name is Dean Campbell, this is my brother Samael. We need to talk to you."
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