Chapter Fourteen

"Dean?"

Sam slapped his fallen siblings face and waited for a response. Getting none he shook him a little. When his brother still refused to wake up Sam decided to heft him over his shoulder, with a little help from Nicki.

"You ok?"

He motioned to her split lip and bleeding temple. Gingerly Nicki reached up, shocked to find the smooth, warm liquid as she touched her finger tips to the tender spot.

"Um, yeah, I'm good. Thanks to you and your brother I'm alive"

"You did real good tonight"

"Not something I'd ever want to repeat though"

"No I guess not"

Sam held Dean's legs tighter to his body as his brother moaned from his place over his shoulder, Nicki checked and then shook her head to Sam. He held on tighter.

"Where's the hospital in town?"

"I'm not sure, my Aunt will know"

"She'll be really pleased to see you"

"I can't wait to see, oh my god!"

Nicki stopped in her tracks, gazing ahead, her jaw fell slack as she fought the urge to drop to her knee's.

"What?" Asked Sam, suddenly alert.

"Is that your car?"

Behind Nicki, Sam rolled his eyes, he could tell from the second he saw her that she had his brother's taste for music, and he'd guessed his taste for cars from her Mustang.

"Dean's"

"She's beautiful"

Nicki ran her hand along the side, suddenly remembering Sam and Dean and moved to balance the elder man while Sam opened the rear door, together they carefully slid him into the backseat.

Nicki watched the forest slide past outside her window. The dawn was beginning to cast it's warm shadow across the trees, whose branches reached up to embrace the shine within their outstretched hands . She tried to look away as her car came into view but she couldn't , she needed to see.

"It's not that bad" Sam glanced over, catching her worried expression, she sighed, relieved as she saw he was right, it really wasn't all that bad. The front had caved in slightly but she'd seen her ex boyfriend repair worse in the space of one weekend.

Still hope for her slinky black and pink baby.

Sam risked his foot further onto the accelerator as they made their way down the road that led from the factory district to the main street of the town. The bitterness toward the black hole of what used to be a thriving industrial complex meant that no one, not one car, travelled along this road.

Until the vampires had come to town.

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Grace finished folding the Winchester's clothes into neat piles. Her nerves were frayed, her patience almost spent, she's cleaned their clothes, dried them. Then ironed and was now folding.

Again.

The first time hadn't been enough to keep her occupied while she waited, waited for news, anything, about Nicki. Only yesterday, only yesterday morning she'd found her niece missing. Not long enough to panic yet, right? She'd refrained from calling Mark. No need to worry the poor man any more than he was already worrying.

Time and time again he'd tried to tell Nicki the accident wasn't her fault, but Grace knew the words he'd used had been the wrong ones. He'd been so close to Nicki when she was younger, the two inseparable. Nicki had been a fully fledged, card carrying member of the Daddy's Girl League.

She'd followed Mark wherever he went, mimicked him, looked up to him. Tried to make him so proud.

Yet at some point, unbeknown to either, they had grown apart. Sometime around that age where a young woman realises she has a deeper point of commonality with her mother, similar feelings, thoughts. Older Daddy's girls were always Daddy's girls but with one major difference, it was the mothers who understood the need, the pain, the anguish as only another woman could.

The fathers had to watch as their shadows ran to the arms of other men, brought home boyfriends, changed body shape and found fun in makeup and hair rather than hanging out with dear old Dad. At that point for Nicki and Mark, things had become strained. Mark fighting to keep his little girl sweet and innocent and Nicki fighting to put her feet out in the world to see where they would take her.

The rebellion had started slowly, hair cuts, silent treatment, sarcastic comments. Mark went against Maggie's advice and attempted to rein in his daughter, only succeeding in pushing her further away.

Then the tattoo's , piercing's and boyfriends named Spike began to appear.

The bond didn't so much as break, it ripped apart leaving bloody festering wounds.

And then the accident had happened. Maggie had died, taking part of Nicki with her.

Grace wiped away the tears before they fell onto the clothes that she had washed three times now.

Well, at least the boys had a clean pair of jeans for the morning.

Sam had promised to call, where was he? Where was his brother?

Where was Nicki?

The sound of an engine pulling dangerously close to the office caused Grace to jump slightly in the kitchen.

She peeked around the door , there was rarely any trouble from drifters but those that did stop by on their way, causing mischief and mayhem wherever they went, tended to head straight for the bars, bypassing Grace. Although at this early hour of the day it was possible she was in for a visit. The town had one Sherriff , who at this moment in time was enjoying the sunshine of the Florida gold coast. Albert only ever took two weeks holiday a year, and always to the same place. Trust their luck that those two weeks would be when trouble would show up. The police from the neighbouring town had been keeping an eye on them, especially with the disappearances affecting both towns in the area.

Grace steeled herself for a fight, drawing herself up, broadening her shoulders and taking a deep breath she walked into the office and instantly fell back as Nicki flung herself into her arms.

"Oh my god! Oh my god child! Where have you been?"

Grace tightened her hold as her niece began to sob into her shoulder.

"I'm ok Aunt Grace, I was kidnapped"

"WHAT?"

"It's ok, I'm ok, Sam saved us."

"Us?"

"Dean was kidnapped too"

Grace pulled away and looked her niece head to toe, despite the obvious tears and a few cuts and bruises she didn't look like she had been hurt too badly.

"Are you ok? Oh God Nicki I was so scared!"

"I'm ok Aunt Grace, I really am, but Dean, he's hurt. Where's the nearest Hospital?"

"Oh child, not one around here for fifty miles, and that ones small and serves seven towns. Where is he?"

Nicki led her Aunt out to the waiting car, Sam jumped out impatiently.

"I need directions to the hospital Grace, my brother's hurt"

Grace peered into the back seat and held her hand up to Sam.

"Get him into your room, there's no hospital close enough, I'm going to wake up Doc Jones, he'll see to your brother"

Sam was about to argue when Nicki opened the door and waited for him to help her slide Dean out, Grace ran back to the office before he had even a chance to protest.

"No hospital?"

"Not for fifty miles"

"Doc Jones any good?"

"From my Aunts letters he's pretty much a walking hospital. Deals with everything this town and the next throw at him . I'm sure Grace wouldn't call him unless she knew he could help"

Sam, with help again from Nicki, lifted Dean over his shoulder and walked him to the motel room, carefully placing his brother down on the bed furthest across the room, he set about gently taking off Dean's jacket and shirt.

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So it seems should you be attacked by Vamps , the Winchester brothers are what you'd reach for!

There's still a way to go yet with this, i hope everyone doesn't mind ! It's kinda gotten away from me !

I love you all and all your reviews! Your support and encouragement floors me! xxxxxxxxx (as does the many mentions of Levi clad jean and Un-Levi clad Dean!)