Disclaimer: Why am I still writing these things. I think you guys already get the picture. I don't own Supernatural. Maybe its just to up my word count.
Sam had a white knuckle grip on the steering as he sped along the road. His jaw was clenched so tight his teeth hurt and rattled on every bump in the road. He was looking forward without really seeing anything out the window. He knew he was going in the right direction but he felt like he couldn't get there fast enough. The images in his head kept flashing in front of him like they were playing out on the glass of the windshield. The burning twisted metal that was her bike, the shadows, once indistinct, were now the snarling forms of enemies too ruthless to let the slight to their kind go. Her huddled in a circle of fire, power dwindling by the second, barely alive.
The worst was the feeling of hopelessness that grew the closer he got. He felt the despair engulfing Jack like a cancer. It was like nothing he'd ever felt and never would have suspected it under the swaggering veneer she projected.
Dean was watching his brother worriedly out of the corner of his eye buthe didn't say anything. The phone rang, killing the crushing silence that permeated the car. Dean exhaled gratefully and snapped open his phone without looking at the caller I.D..
"Dean, what the hell is going on?" John demanded.
"Jack bolted and Sam had a vision that she was hurt again." Dean explained. The car was illuminated by headlights from behind and Dean realized their father was just catching up to them in his truck.
"How bad is it?" John asked. Dean looked over at his brother still looking straight , the speedometer climbing.
"Bad." Dean said. Something in his voice must have signaled to John that now was not the time because he simply grunted a quick okay and hung up.
"We're getting close." Sam said without looking at Dean.
They were in middle of nowhere practically, the boonies that stretched between towns and there were no other cars on the road at that time of night. Dean's throat clenched at the thought of having to die on a desolate highway like that. It won't happen, he thought, we won't let it happen.
Up ahead they caught the dim glow of a light that quickly revealed itself to be a blazing fire in the middle of the street. Sam veered off the road and killed the ignition. He jumped out of the car with Dean following close behind. All their hunter instincts made their swift approach silent. John came up from behind and pulled ahead of his son's, forever in the lead. The smell of burning tire and metal was sickening. The sight they came upon was even worse.
It was Sam's nightmare in vivid detail. Jack's motorcycle was flipped upside down and burning in the road. Tangled moving bodies danced around the fire, their shadows twisting grotesquely as they moved back and forth trying to get close to their prize but being pushed back every time. Sam barely saw her through the tight circle of flames. She was so pale she looked dead, her leg was twisted at an odd angle and there was so much….fucking blood. It was everywhere. The vampires were sniffing at it in the air like animals.
He reached for his sawed off, which Dean had taken care to load with real shells and aimed at the female leader of the bloodthirsty pack. She turned her head just as he pulled the trigger. The others were on them in a second. Sam reloaded and fired off another shot and another as they got up after falling. He finally caught one in the skull killing it and he felt a disturbing satisfaction as he watched the body twitch on the pavement. The moment was short lived as he was attacked from the back by a snarling female.
"Sammy!" Dean called before firing at his brother's attacker. His mouth was set in a grim line as he helped Sam to his feet. The two men took quick stock of each other to make sure the other was okay before turning back to the three left.
"Why isn't she getting back up?" Sam asked as the woman convulsed on the ground.
"Last of the arrows from the first time we fought these bastards." Dean said tossing the crossbow to the ground. Sam understood, these arrows were laced with the blood of a dead man, poison to vampires.
"Come on Dad needs our help." Dean said pulling his .45 and a hunting knife. Kate and the last two vampires were circling their father. He got off a shot as one snatched at his arm tearing out a chunk of flesh with her nails. Still the man barely blinked. Kate snarled in hate and lunged at Dean knocking him to the ground.
"Dean!" Sam's eyes darted from his brother to his father, not sure which one to help.
"Help dad." Dean commanded. Sam nodded and pulled out his throwing knives. He buried one in a tree, the man he was aiming for ducking at the last second. He ran forward and wrenched it free using the tells from his nightmare to move before his head was bashed into the bark by the vampire.
"What's she to you?" Kate snarled in Dean's face. She had him pinned down so he couldn't move.
"A friend." He hissed trying to get some kind of physical leverage to gether off of him.
"Risking your life like this, your an idiot." She scorned.
"And your breath stinks bitch!" He snapped back.
Dean slammed his head up head butting her and her grip loosened enough for him to raise his gun and shoot. She fell back but he kept shooting. Until his clip ran out and she was writhing on the pavement, her head and body a gored mess. He stood over her and slammed his foot into her chest when she tried to rise. Dean looked towards his family and saw them breathing hard sitting back to back, their vampires dead in a heap a foot from them. Dean looked back down at Kate's pathetic form.
"I should have killed you the first time." He said a chilling voice before bring his knife down into her chest and slashing sideways, dragging her heart out of place. He wanted it to hurt before he beheaded her.
The sudden absence of light brought him back to reality. He snapped around to see the dieing embers of Jack's fire. Her body was slack now, lifeless.
"Dad, Sammy get the car!" He yelled as he ran to her. Dean gathered her in his arms as carefully as he could, careful for her head. He was instantly coated in her blood, her hair and clothes were covered in it, only deathly pale skin showing through, he swallowed a mouthful of bile when he felt a disturbing softness in the back of her head where hard bone should have been. Sam screeched to a halt in front of him.
His father helped him place her carefully inside with her head resting facedown in Dean's lap. John jumped into the front seat and Sam gunned it.
"Fuck, hold on, just hold on Jackie girl." Dean said over and over checking her faint pulse. He could barely feel the flutter of it against his hand. She was fading fast.
John ordered Sam to run into the E.R. ahead of them. Sam for once listened without arguing and was back seconds later trailed by half the damn emergency staff and a stretcher. Dean gave her over to the professionals with a slight hesitation. She looked so fragile, he was afraid he'd break her.
The men tried to answer the questions of what happened to her without losing their tempers. A motorcycle accident, she always did go too fast, no of course she wasn't drunk. Dean nearly decked a young doctor who mentioned callously that this was why they called them "donor-cycles" in the E.R. He didn't even care that she was a woman and half his size. Sam and John made a human wall between him and the tactless woman. She took one look at the cold glare Sam threw at her and rushed off with the others trying to save Jack's life.
It was seconds, only seconds between them entering the hospital and Jack being rushed into surgery but it felt like too long. It was only minutes since they'd destroyed probably the last vampires in existence but it was already forgotten.
"Will she be okay?" Sam asked quietly as they sat in the waiting room. None of them made a move to clean themselves up and any offers of assistance were met with a cold glare or a barely suppressed snarl from whoever happened to be closest to the unfortunate asker.
"I don't know son." John answered wishing her could reassure his sons. Dean was staring silently ahead, it was eerie. It reminded John of his muteness after his mother died and in the first few weeks at Missouri's. When Dean got upset he internalized, he knew and he never really knew what to do when this happened. His usual instinct was to put a gun in his hands and point him at something bad, but they'd already done that. The calm after the storm was worse than the battle itself. So they sat in silence and waited.
"Excuse me sirs, " A doctor approached them hours later. Sam sucked in his breath and looked at Dean and John, too scared to ask.
"How is she?" John asked stepping up to the doctor.
TBC…..