Hello all! I got distracted with the story I was originally going to make for this chapter, and ended up writing this piece. Hope you all enjoy!

Ages:

Dean:30

Sam: 26

Carter: 17

Takes place somewhere in season 5

Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own the Winchester boys.

Warning: Mention of decapitation

Carter sulked into first period. That morning, Dean had told her they had heard of a nest of vamps were hanging on the outskirts of town. The one thing Carter hated most was vampires. She found it revolting that they drank blood and had to keep their victims alive to do so. Every time her brothers had to wipe out a nest, she seemed to make herself scarce. And after awhile, her brothers started to notice and stopped asking for her help with them.

Carter sat down next to her current friends. All five of them were talking animatedly about woods, campfires, and some supposed camping trip. When Carter came to this school, she was hit with a gush of thinking it would be impossible to make any friends here. She started in October and everyone already had their best friend and group of friends. When she tried to talk to some people, they shut her out and talked about her behind her back. She gave up after that; it wasn't the first school this had happened in. It wasn't until the end of the first week when Carter got put into a group with the girls for a class discussion. The girls, Maria, Kate, Nora, Willie, and Stella, quickly accepted Carter, much to her surprise. They talked a lot over the weekend and hung out whenever they could during school. By the end of the second week, Carter had started to like the school and begged Dean to stay awhile.

"Hey, guys," Carter announced, putting the thought of vampires out of her head.

Their chorus of "hellos" and "heys" was interrupted by Stella turning towards Carter with a big smile.

"Carter! We have good news!" Stella called. "We can bring another person on our camping trip!"

Carter raised her eyebrows in confusion, "What camping trip?"

"Every year since we were little, our parents brought us on a camping trip in the woods," Kate explained, moving her long, black hair out of her face. "The last two years, we were allowed to go without adults."

"And we got new tents, so now we can fit six people," Nora added.

Carter stared in slight shock, "And you want me to go?" She had never been invited to do anything like this. The most she hung out with friends was going to eat or watching movies at their houses. Not to mention, Carter had never been true camping before. Sure, she'd been in cabins in some woods, but they were always old hunter's cabins. Which meant they were filled with lore books and loose salt.

"Of course we want you to go! You're our friend!" Stella responded.

A smile spread across Carter's lips and she shrugged, "Sure, I'll go. I just have to ask my brother if it's okay."

The first period bell rang and the teacher strolled in, ending their conversation. Carter turned and faced the board, but couldn't stop thinking about the trip. She couldn't wait to roast marshmallows by the fire and tell ghost stories. She couldn't wait to fall asleep listening to the birds and crickets. She couldn't wait to do normal, teenaged things for once.

All thoughts of vampires had vanished.

As soon as Carter heard the Impala's purr at the end of the day, she took off down the school steps with a big smile. All day, her thoughts marathoned about the camping trip and how normal it made her feel. For once in her life she could be normal, she caroled. She climbed into the passenger seat and dimmed her smile as Dean took off towards the motel. After a few minutes of just rock music, Dean turned it off and glanced at his sister.

"Alright, what's going on? You're never this happy after school," Dean asked, turning into the motel parking lot.

Carter took a deep breath as Dean parked the car. "Okay, you know those friends I've been hanging out with?" Dean thought for a minute, then nodded his head; they both got out of the car and headed towards their room. "Well, they invited me to go with them on their camping trip this weekend." During Carter's lunch, they had given her the rundown of when it would be happening, where, and for how long.

"Camping trip?" Dean asked with a shocked expression. He opened the motel door walked in. "With vamps running around? No way."

Carter shut the door and dropped her bag on the floor. "Dean, please? I never get invited to go anywhere; this is my chance to be normal!" Dean stopped rifling through papers on the table, his back still to Carter. "Are you going to rob me the chance to be normal, Dean?"

Dean spun around and looked his sister in her eyes, "And what about the vamps? Huh? We've got bupkis on their nest. They could be hiding in the woods, waiting to take the next campers."

"Well, then I have to go to protect my friends. I could be their only hope of surviving!"

Sam sat at the table and gave side glances at their conversation. As they both lulled and stared daringly at each other, Sam spoke up, "I think you should let her go, Dean." Dean glared at him. "Look, I talked to Carter about this during her lunch and I think it's a good idea. I mean, we don't even know for sure that the nest is in the woods. They could be in some barn we haven't checked yet."

Carter paused, "They're going with or without me."

Dean sighed and grabbed a beer from the fridge. He took a drink and turned to Carter. "Fine, you can go. But I better be on speed dial if you run into trouble."

Carter smiled wide and grasped Dean around his waist in a hug. "Thank you so much, Dean! You won't regret it."

"No problem, kiddo."

She turned and gave Sam a hug too, thanking him for being on her side. She then took out her phone and happily texted her friends that she could go.

The weekend could not have come any faster for Carter. Her brothers thrust themselves into their work, using all their time to try to locate the vampires' nest. But they still couldn't find it. They checked almost all the abandoned properties and some of the larger owned properties; It was wearing the boys down. They had to turn to the fact that the vamps were living in the woods. At first, Dean called that Carter wasn't going on the trip. Even though the woods was big, there was still a chance they could camp right near them. But Carter reminded him that her friends were still going and that she needed to protect them. And thus the camping trip would continue.

Dean pulled up to the trail's entrance, parking near a group of girls. All five of them were crowding around a bench, bags stuffed at their feet. Some adults crowded them too, a few frantic over what they packed and if they had everything. Dean sighed and climbed out of the driver's seat, Carter copying his movements from the passenger seat. Carter pulled on her backpack and they both walked to the trunk, Dean opening it as he looked around. The oldest Winchester pulled at his sister's duffel and handed it to her, looking around once more before opening the false bottom. He grabbed a long knife and handed it to her.

"Take the knife in case you run into vamps," he said and Carter hid it in her inside coat pocket. Dean then grabbed a gun and handed it to her. "A gun. In case you come across something else."

After a pause, Carter nodded and placed it under her jeans waistband and behind her back.

"How do you kill a vampire?" Dean asked, shutting the false bottom and then the trunk."

"Dean, I already know-"

"Just, humor me, okay?"

Carter sighed, "You chop its head off."

Dean nodded, "Good. If anything goes south, I better get on speed dial, you hear me?"

"Yes, sir."

"Alright," Dean pulled Carter in for a hug, "have fun."

"Thanks, Dean," Carter said after the hug, grabbed all her bags and ran to meet her friends.

Carter embraced her friends and said hello to all their parents as the Impala's purr started down the street.

"Are we all ready?" Maria asked, acting as the one in charge. Everyone nodded.

"How far is the campsite from here?" Carter asked.

Maria thought, "About a mile hike, I think."

"Seriously? Geez," Carter replied, thinking how tiring it will be to carry all of her crap.

"Alright, let's go already!" Stella called and headed towards the trail. Everyone picked up their stuff and followed her, calling back their goodbyes to their families.

SPNSPNSPN

The hike to the campsite wasn't bad for Carter; she tied her duffel to her backpack so her hands were free. Carter was used to running a mile, as it was part of her training. Walking a mile, though? It became more of a scenic walk for her. Her friends on the other hand, wanted to stop every few feet to rest. It made the hike a lot longer than it could have been.

When they finally arrived at campsite 53, they had come to the conclusion that they were camping alone out there. All of the previous 52 campsites were empty. They all dropped their bags and sat down at the wooden picnic table. Maria, Nora, and Willie all pulled out a water bottle and Stella and Kate pulled out granola bars. Carter silently checked to make sure she still had her knife and gun hidden.

After five minutes, they started to set up their two tents. It was decided that Maria, Stella, and Carter would sleep in one tent and Nora, Kate, and Willie would sleep in the other. The girls immediately started pulling at strings and tarps, tugging until it was all in place. Whereas Carter hung back, not knowing what to do; she had never slept in a tent before.

As the girls finished up, they decided they wanted to start their fire so they could have lunch, as they were all starving. Four of the girls went to search for firewood, leaving Carter and Willie to fix the pit. The stones had started to cave in and it was covered with fallen leaves. They pulled most of the leaves out and placed them to the side for kindling later. Then they set to work on the stones. Once, they were arranged in a circular pattern. Picking up the rocks, they attempted to recreate the pattern, but found it difficult. If took them twenty minutes before they were satisfied with their work. By that time, the other four girls could be heard shuffling towards them. Carter and Willie looked up and saw Kate being supported by Maria and Stella, with Nora carrying all the wood.

"Oh my gosh! What happened?" Willie exclaimed and moved to clear the bench for Kate to sit down. Kate sat down and Carter went for her first aid kit she always carried in her bag.

"I twisted my ankle stepping over a log," Kate replied and propped her ankle on the bench. Carter came back and opened the kit. Silently, she pulled out an ACE bandage and a squeezable ice pack.

She handed the ice pack to Kate and told her to squeeze it a couple times to make it work. "You guys can get started on the fire, I got this," she said and the girls went over to help Nora with the wood. Carter pulled Kate's shoe off carefully and started to wrap her foot.

"How do you know how to do this?" Kate asked as she watched Carter meticulously wrap her ankle.

Carter glanced up and smiled, "Not my first sprained ankle."

Kate shrugged and looked at the first aid kit. The lid was open and her eyes landed on the small bottle of whiskey. She picked it up and turned towards her friend, "Why do you have whiskey in here?"

Carter finished the wrapping and grabbed the bottle from Kate. She placed the ice pack on her ankle and stood up. "That's a pain reliever for my brothers." Carter didn't add that sometimes she had to use it, too. Just the big stuff, though. Like dislocated shoulders, deep gashes, and gun wounds. She'd never used it for pleasure. And quite honestly, she hated the taste of it. Before Kate could say any more, Carter picked up her kit and brought it back into her tent.

That night, all six girls sat around the fire with marshmallows on sticks. Every now and then, their chatter would be interrupted by a flaming marshmallow and the group would laugh. Once marshmallows had been eaten, the girls huddled under blankets and their thoughts turned to ghost stories. Willie was the first to speak out, demanding one be told. Stella volunteered first, claiming her story would scare the pants off everyone. It didn't, however. The least it did was raise a shiver among most of the girls, excluding Carter (she'd experience way worse; it would take a tough story to scare her). Nora volunteered next, but hers wasn't much better. After Nora, Maria called on Carter. Everyone turned to her and started begging for a story.

"Okay, okay," Carter relented, cleared her throat and started, "Many many years ago, a couple lived in a cabin in the woods in a tiny town in Michigan. They were absolutely in love. I mean, they were constantly giving each other gifts to show how much they loved each other. One of the gifts was a handmade grandfather clock with two hearts on the top. When the man gave it to his wife, he said, 'My love, so long as this clock ticks, our love will remain strong.'"

"That's so cheesy, but I love it!" Stella spoke softly. Nora shushed her and the girls grew quiet. It was as if the whole forest was listening in, because not even an owl hooted.

"One night, the couple was sitting in their living room, each reading a book of their own, when shouting came from outside. For the past two months in that town, many families had been losing their heat. And being in the middle of winter, children started to freeze. The townsmen caught wind that the old man might have had something to do with it. It wasn't true, but they needed someone to blame for their heartache. So, they broke into the cabin and shot the wife in cold blood. They felt the old man needed to pay for his sins and his wife's death was what was needed.

"The townsmen were never charged with murder and the old man died a month later. Nobody ever found his body and throughout the house, the clock was said to beat stronger, as though the old man was trying to call out to his wife. All around town the following winter, the townsmen who raided his home started dying. Of them, the couples were said to have died in more pain.

"And to this day, everyone who goes near the cabin can still hear the clock ticking," Carter ended and looked around at her friends, watching as they cuddled under blankets and stared wide-eyed around them.

Before anyone could speak, a bunch of twigs snapped near the camp paused everyone and sent them all on high alert.

"It's the old man!" Kate cried, and buried herself in the blanket. Carter stood up slowly and turned towards the noise.

"It-it was just a story, Kate. The old man isn't real," Maria mumbled, but added nervously, "right?"

Nobody answered. All hearts were beating furiously. Though Carter's for a different reason (she knew for a fact that the old man wasn't haunting anyone anymore, she'd burned the bones and additionally the clock months ago). Carter's heart beat hard because she knew she'd found the vampires; or rather, they found her. Carter's hand found the handle of her knife and waited for them to show themselves.

A woman in dark clothing stepped from the direction Carter was facing. Akimbo, the woman stepped forward, a smile playing on her lips. "Nice, we weren't expecting to find six bodies tonight."

Before Carter could pull the knife out, a blinding sensation clouded her and she dropped to the ground- unconscious. Another vamp had snuck up behind her and hit her over the head. The woman walked over and kicked at the knife that slid out of Carter's coat. "Looks like we found ourselves a hunter," the woman called and turned to the rest of the girls, "Gather them all up and bring them back to the nest, Vic will be happy." The woman smiled as her family rounded the girls up and ushered them towards the nest.

Carter woke to a pounding in her head. She groaned and squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to bring her hands to her face. She found they were tied behind her, wrapped around a wooden pole. She blinked a couple times and looked up into the room. Her vision took awhile to clear, but she noticed a woman in a leather jacket standing in front of her, gazing happily at Carter's knife, which was positioned in her hands. The woman smiled when she saw Carter was awake.

"Mornin' sunshine," she soothed as she stabbed the knife into the table. Carter looked around and saw all five of her friends tied to something. Only one other vamp was visible, sitting on a couch.

"Where's the rest of you?" Carter asked.

"I should ask the same of you," The woman shot back. "One lone hunter in a town inhabited by vamps? Doubtful."

"I take it you don't know who I am?" Carter asked.

The vamp shrugged, "Should I?"

Before Carter could respond, a door clanged open and in strolled the obvious leader and two henchmen. The woman cried out and ran into the leader's arms. They started a makeout session and Carter looked away.

"Cart, are you okay?" Stella, who was right next to Carter, whispered. Carter nodded. "What was she talking about? What's going on? What's a hunter? Why is this town inhabited by vamps?"

"Um, it's kinda hard to explain,-" before Carter could explain further, the woman walked over, the leader following behind.

"Where'd you find these lovelies?" The man purred and squatted down in front of Carter. He held her face in his hands, and inspected his future meal.

"They were camping over at the sites." She picked up Carter's knife and gun. "Found these on that one," she nodded towards Carter. The man, Vic, glanced at the weapons and turned back to Carter, dropping his hand from her face. He stood up.

"Eh, I don't really have a taste for hunters; too salty," Vic grabbed the knife and weighed it in his hands. Carter's hands fumbled behind her back, working on cutting the last of the rope; she'd found a piece of sharp metal soon after she'd awaken and had been working on it since. "Think I'll just kill this one, you can drain the others later."

"Before," Carter interrupted, frantically trying to finish cutting the rope; she could hear the other girls crying and breathing heavy, "you kill me, don't you want to know who I am? For bragging rights, of course." Vic lowered the knife slightly. "Does Winchester sound familiar?"

"Winchester?" Vic raised the knife again, anger showing on his face. "You mean the Winchester assholes who murdered half my nest a few years back? The ones aiding with the temper tantrum being thrown by Heaven and Hell?"

"The one and only," Carter mumbled, feeling the rope break. She held her hands still, trying not to give their release away.

He raised the knife, ready to strike. "Then I'll have even more fun killing you." Before he could swing the knife down on Carter, she lept forward, crashing into his knees and wrestling the knife from his grasp. She swung it down on his head, slicing it from his body and stood up facing the woman. She was furious, as expected. As she rushed Carter, Carter swung her knife and chopped her head off, the body dropping to the floor. Carter spun around to look for the other vampires but they were nowhere to be found. She rushed over to untie her friends. She sliced Stella, Maria, Willie, and Nora's ropes and was going to Kate's when Kate pulled back and shook her head.

"What the hell was that?" Kate cried, her eyes wide. "You just killed them with absolutely no hesitation!"

Carter squatted down and started hacking at the rope, despite her protests. "And if you don't shut up and trust me, the other vamps will kill you. They didn't just disappear, Kate, they'll be back." After breaking the rope, Carter stood up and grabbed her gun, opening the door and looking out of it. She peered out and saw no vamps, so she opened it more, motioning for her friends to follow her out.

After walking for what felt like hours, Carter and the girls finally reached a paved road. Carter walked out to the middle of the road and looked around for any cars. It was silent.

"Alright, I'm not going any farther until I get some answers," Kate cried.

Carter turned around and saw the other girls agreeing with her. She sighed. "It's a long story." Kate raised her eyebrows in a demand to keep talking. "Fine. Those were vampires. Like, bloodsucking, fang wielding, vampires. And I know because I'm a hunter; my brothers are also and my dad used to be one. I knew how to kill them because I've been doing this since I was five."

"You've been hunting vampires since you were five?" Stella asked incredulously.

"Well…" Carter sighed, not wanting to tell them what was really out there. She wished her brothers had never told her.

"Well what?" Maria asked.

"Look, this isn't the time for this. And I really don't want to be the one who ruined your innocence."

"Seriously? Tell us now, Carter."

Carter locked her jaw in anger. "You want the truth? You want to be scared to fall asleep at night? Then fine, hey, not my problem, then. The reason I moved to this town was because you had a ghost problem. Not a cute, friendly little Casper, but a murderous old hag. Her death toll was at five by the time we got there," Carter took a deep breath and looked around for any cars. "Remember the ghost story I told you? It was true; my brothers had to salt and burn the bones a few months back. And there aren't just ghosts and vampires out there. There's angels, demons, Pagan gods, werewolves, wendigos; pretty much anything, you name it, it's real. This has been my life since I was five." Carter turned as she heard a car approach. She waved her arms as she stood in the middle of the road. The car slowed down and rolled down the window, revealing a middle aged woman.

"Do you mind if I borrow your phone, ma'am? You see, we got a little lost on our hike," Carter lied.

The woman looked around at the girls. "It's the middle of the night, what're doing out hiking?" She asked.

Carter shrugged impatiently, "We, uh, we've been lost awhile."

Finally, the woman nodded and handed Carter her phone. Carter nodded her thanks and dialed Dean's number.

"Yeah?" Dean answered.

"Dean, it's me. We found the nest."

"Where are you? Did they see you?"

Carter looked up, seeing no road sign. "Excuse me, ma'am, but could you tell me what road this is?" Carter asked the lady.

"Mission Hills Road."

Carter repeated to Dean the road and added, "Yeah, they saw us. Damn near gave me a concussion and decided to make us lunch."

Dean cursed and said he would be there soon. Carter hung up the phone and handed it back to the lady. After assuring her they were fine, the lady drove away. Carter walked back to the group and picked up her knife and gun that she dropped.

"Why should we believe you?" Nora asked, not wanting to drop the previous conversation.

Carter started wiping the bloody knife on the grass. "Look, believe me or don't believe me, I don't really care." The blood took a bit, but it all finally came off.

"Your dad, he-?" Willie hesitated.

"Killed by a demon when I was fourteen," Carter answered and placed her knife in her jacket and her gun behind her back.

"I'm sorry," Willie mumbled.

Carter shrugged. "Happens a lot in this line of work. Most of the time the death of a loved one is how someone gets started hunting. It's how my dad started."

"What do you mean?"

"My brothers' mom. She died when Sam was six months. A demon named Azazel killed her because she was concerned about her son," Carter spat. The girls grew quiet as they waited for Dean to arrive.

It took twenty minutes for Dean's rock music to be heard. He turned a bend, his flashlight searching the other side of the road for his sister. As she saw them, he pulled over and rolled down his window and turned down his music. Carter walked up and he noticed immediately that she looked like shit. Her hair was in knots and had some leaves silently tangled into it. There were some scratches on her face and the familiar dark crescents under her eyes. He realized with a sinking feeling that the dark marks never really go away.

"Your head okay?" Dean asked as Carter bent down to his window.

"Yeah, I think I'm fine," Carter answered and quickly changed the subject. "I managed to chop the heads off of the leader and his, uh, 'mate'. I'm not sure where the others went, but there weren't many. Like, three others?"

Dean nodded his head in thought. After a minutes he replied, "We can find them in the morning. For now, let's get your friends back to their places."

"We also should collect all of our things from the campsite afterwards."

"Yeah, after they're dead we'll worry about that."

Carter nodded and turned to her friends. She announced that four of them could sit in the back of the car and one could sit up front with Carter and Dean. Without waiting for them to move, Carter moved around to the passenger side of the Impala and slid in next to Dean. After a couple of seconds, all of the girls except for Stella sat in the back, leaving Stella to sit up front with the Winchesters. Dean turned the Impala around, turned AC/DC on high and drove off.

The next day, Dean, Sam, and Carter set out to look for the vampires. They found the nest after following the tracks from the campsite. It didn't take them long to behead the three vampires and head back to the campsite. They packed everything up and brought it all back to Maria's house, where all the girls had slept that night. All of the girls agreed to tell their parents that they got scared after Kate sprained her ankle, so Dean came and picked them up.

Carter didn't stay long at Maria's house before she left back to the motel. She packed up her stuff and all three Winchesters left in the Impala.

None of them had plans to return to the town. After one week, Carter stopped talking to her friends, as they all tried to forget the mysterious Winchester.

The one good thing that happened in that town was Carter losing her fear of vampires. And it was the best thing that could have happened.

Hope you liked the chapter! If I stick with the couple ideas I have written down, then you got a bunch of fluff coming your way! Hope your weekend is pie-tastic! (Sorry, had to.)

P.S. Has anyone seen the new season? It's killing me.