Ch. 8:
Jenny was standing on the landing of the stairs. She looked excited. Sam approached with caution.
"I heard! So you aren't going to kill my brother? Yes, I can cure him, honest."
"Okay, but you heard Dean, and I agree with him. If he starts to come at any of us, we shoot."
"That's okay! Thank you! Thank you so much!" She jumped up and hugged Sam, then gave him a kiss on the cheek. Realizing what she had done, her eyes grew wide and she turned away. Sam, caught off-guard, stood for a second before taking Jenny's arm, turning her around, and kissing her.
Surprise rushed through Jenny, but a warm, happy feeling took it's place. Damn, she thought, he is a good kisser.
Dean finished the last of a batch of what he considered to be enough bullets. Grabbing the bullets and his shirt, which he had taken off in the heat, Dean made his way back up stairs. Upon reaching the first landing, he could see Sam and Jenny. He stopped and stuck out his hand.
"Whoa! Get a room!" Sam and Jenny separated like oil and water. Sam looked a little embarrassed and just a little breathless.
"Sorry, so, uh…what's up?"
"I finished off on the bullets. Jenny," Dean said, turning to the pink faced young woman.. "Do you have that antidote or whatever?"
"Yea, but I need three drops of my brother's blood."
"Well, that's not going to be easy."
Sam, who had been looking thoughful, asked, "Dean, do you still have any of those elephant tranquilizers left? It might be a bit much, but it will knock him out.And probably not kill him."
"I do. They're in the trunk. So, ready to go?" Dean and Sam turned and started down the stairs. Dean loading silver bullets in his gun.
"Wait, we're going now?" Jenny run after the brothers.
Dean turned and gave a half smile. "No time like the present." He continued down the stairs. "So where is this cave that you're brother's hiding in?"
"He's not hiding. He's staying there because he's afraid to be near humans, in case he hurts them."
"Right, whatever, we still need to know where it is."
The man watched all this through a pool of pink water. He started to lose the picture and poured in more blood from a small pitcher. Animal blood never did work as well as when it came from a human.
"All the pieces fall into place…" He rubbed his hands together, planning his next move.
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