"So what was in those shotguns?" Kelly wondered.
"Consecrated iron rounds," Sam said. "It's the only thing that will kill that classification of demon. Normally we use rock salt and sliver, but any thing that is blessed or consecrated will give a demon fits even if it won't kill them."
"Okay," Kelly said and continued, "But what good is rock salt. I mean you already told us about silver, but rock salt?"
"Any kind of salt will make a spirit lose cohesion for a short time. Basically if you get salt into one it will disappear for a while. When a ghost is throwing everything that's movable in a room at you and some of the stuff that isn't, it's a good idea to be able to get salt into it quickly from a distance. Pure iron works the same way, but rock salt shells are cheaper to get the supplies for and easier to make even when you're little. Dean's even thought of soaking the rock salt in holy water, but he's still figuring out how to make sure the salt doesn't dissolve." Sam answer was once again matter of fact, like it wasn't even something he had to think about.
The off hand manner in which he spoke was more startling to his friends and classmates than the information he had just given them. Jessica, on the other hand, caught something that the others didn't. Rock salt shotgun shells were cheaper to make than iron buckshot rounds and easier to make if you were a child. Sam really had grown up knowing these things because he had lived them. She considered the idea of his father on a shopping trip with two small boys and his list having such things as milk, bread and eggs like a normal person's would but it would also have such things as holy water, rock salt, and empty shotgun shells. How different and yet how much the same would growing up like that be? What would it be like to raise a child in a world like that? She guessed they would all find that out now.
"Oh crap," Sam said softly. He wasn't really paying any attention to his classmates and what little attention he was paying to them was immediately cut off when he saw what was on the screen. "Oh god please let them get out of this."
There were four demons in the alley ahead of John and Dean. Unlike the ones that the father and son team had faced before, these were spitting at them. The desperate way that they were dodging the; "Are those lugies?" someone in the back asked in disbelief, indicated that it would be a bad thing to get hit. The reporter and the camera man were hiding behind a dumpster to get the shot.
"Frayals have paralyzing snot," Sam whispered. "They aren't carrying anything that can take out a Frayal." Jessica watched the screen in horror.
Out of the darkness above the four demons dropped two figures, one a tall dark haired man with a warped face and the other a teen aged boy. Both laid into the demons with axes and for some reason this seemed to work. "Connor!" the man called as the boy ripped one of the demons head off by the horns. "This is no time to be playing!"
"Too bad they aren't edible for you Dad." Conner said as he was sprayed with the demon's blood.
"Very funny, Connor," the man snapped as he ripped the arm of one out of its socket. "Watch out for the snot!" Conner ducked and the lugie hit the wall behind him.
Dean rammed his sword into the Frayal's arm socket while the man was distracted. Dean gave him a sickly grin and the man nodded while his son tackled one of the two remaining demons. John was watching all of their backs as well as the two who were helping them. It was obvious that he didn't trust them.
When the demons were dead, the man faced Dean and John while Conner watched the other end of the alley. "Thanks for the help," the man said as his faced morphed into a more human looking one.
"No problem. You gonna eat us?" Dean asked. He was trying to sound like it didn't matter to him but even the camera caught how shaky his voice was.
"Nah, Dad doesn't eat people any more," Conner said with a grin.
His father ignored both the question and his son's answer. "Do you know where you're going?"
Both John and Dean nodded and John answered. "The portal is at the Wolfram and Hart building. We've got directions."
"Good, make sure you don't kill something that's on our side. There are quite a few non-humans trying to help close down the portal or working on clean up out on the streets right now. And what ever you do, don't hurt one of the Slayers." With that last bit of advice, the man's face changed back and the way he growled it out let everyone know exactly what would happen if either Dean or John ignored his advice. With that the two turned around the corner and disappeared.
John turned to Dean and waited. Dean shuffled his feet before turning back to look at the camera man and the reporter who had left the relative safety of the dumpster. "Ok Sammy, if I make it out of here, I'll come and give you the twenty I owe you. If I don't, it's in the box in the trunk." He shook his head muttering, "I saw it and I still don't believe it. How could Sam have been right? It's impossible."
The reporter and the camera man had no idea what that was all about but they continued to follow the two men as they made their way deeper into the city.
"What was that about?"
"Dean and I have had a bet going on for a while now about this rumor we heard. The man was a vampire and the teenager was his son. Not his childe, but his son which is supposed to be impossible. Vampires are corpses but somehow this vampire managed to get another vampire pregnant. I have no idea how that happened, but the kid is fully human with what I guess you could say are vampire extras he inherited from his parents. I was just being a jerk and betting that it could happen, you know, taking the devil's advocate stand. I figured with everything else we'd seen why not a vampire who works for the good guys, you know? I didn't really think they were real."
"I hope he makes it to give you that twenty Sam." Jessica said as she held his hand.
