Bpov

"Dean, are you sure about this?"

He sighed as he looked out of the Impala's window at the dark house a few metres in front of them. "Do you have a better idea, Sam?" he said as he turned to his brother. "We know there's a nest in there, we found the barn full of headless vamps so obviously a hunter passed through. Probably thought they'd finished the job. We need to take down the rest of these bloodsuckers before they kill anyone else."

"I'm not disagreeing with you but just bursting in there is suicidal! We don't know how many vamps there are, and we don't have a plan!" Sam said in frustration. He pinched the bridge of his nose. His brother was giving him a headache.

Dean opened the car door and climbed out. "We have a plan. We go in and slice their heads off." He slammed the door shut and walked around the car to the trunk and flipped it open.

Sam followed suit. "That isn't a plan Dean,"

Dean handed his brother a machete, holding his own tightly as he shut the trunk of the car. "Sounds like a plan to me," he shrugged, "look, we'll scout out the place first, see how many vamps are in there before we storm the place. Happy?"

Sam sighed deeply. "Ok."

They quietly walked over to the building, crouching down quietly underneath the window. Dean stood up slightly, peeking through the window. "I see five vamps. Easy pickings if we can get the jump on them."

"There could be more upstairs. Don't vamps usually hunt in packs of 6 or 8? And what about the owners?"

Dean crouched back down and shook his head. "Can't see them but that doesn't mean they're dead." He shifted his stance and turned towards the front of the house. "It looks like a small nest, so we go in quietly through the front, kick the door door down and chop of their heads. Simple."

Sam sighed again. "Because it's always that easy," he mumbled looking at his brother. "We rush in there guns a blazing and we'll be the ones losing our heads,"

Dean peeked another look through the window at the vamps and took a deep breath. "The element of surprise. Quick and clean Sammy. Quick and clean."

They moved towards the front door, standing on either side, Sam on the left and Dean on the right, both holding their machetes tightly. Dean reached over and gripped the door knob, turning it slowly until it clicked and the door opened. He held his knife out as he walked inside with Sam following closely behind him. They crept through the corridor, looking in the other rooms to make sure they were clear and listened to the vamps loud chatting and laughter, stopping just before the door of the room they were in. Dean looked at his brother, making hand gestures towards the door and then to his neck. Sam nodded and rolled his eyes at his idiotic brother, watching and waiting as he kicked open the door.

"Howdy boys," he said before swinging his blade and slicing off the vamps head that was closest to him.

Sam rushed in behind him doing the same, managing to quickly chop off another vamps head and swinging towards another only to have the machete knocked from his hand. The vamp head butted him hard enough to see stars and his hands flew up to his face before another vamp jumped on his back. "Dean!" His hands reached behind him trying to get the vamp off his back as it bared it's fangs and tried to bite him, the vamp in front of him crouching slightly as it walked slowly towards him. "A little help!"

Dean punched a vamp in the face, knocking him back slightly, enough for him to reach into his pocket for a syringe filled with dead mans blood. Before the vamp he knocked back managed to take one step closer, he slammed the needle into his neck, pushing the blood into his body. He turned towards Sam, who still had a vamp latched onto his back while another was punching him in the face and body. "Duck!" he shouted as he swung the blade towards his brother.

Sam ducked his head down, feeling blood splatter across the back of his head and neck, the vamps head dropping to the floor beside him and the body sliding off his back and onto the floor. He bent to pick up his machete quickly only to be kicked in the face by the vamp who had been punching him.

"Don't think so Winchester," the vamp snarled as he took a step forward, raising his leg and kicking him again.

Dean rushed forward, his own blood covered machete rising, ready to swing when the vamp behind him grabbed his arm, turning him around and head butting him. He staggered back, his machete dropping to the floor and he shook his head. "Son of a..." Reaching back into his pocket he took out the other syringe, only to stop when he saw three more vamps pull Sam off the floor.

"Drop it," a female vamp snarled as she held a knife to Sam's throat.

Dean dropped the syringe and stood up slowly, the vamp he had injected before coming up behind him and grabbing his arms.

Sam struggled against the vamps hold, only to be punched hard in the face then in the stomach. The air flew out of his mouth and he slumped forward. The female vamp grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, looking up at Dean who was struggling against the vamp holding him and another who had rushed in through the door he had previously kicked in. Blood dribbled from Sam's mouth, his eyes closed slightly as he fought to stay conscious. The vamp bared her fangs before sinking them into his neck.

"Noooo!"

Dean lunged forward to try and get to Sam but he was pulled back roughly.

The female vamp stood back up and looked at Dean with blood covered lips. She smiled as she let go of Sam's hair, his head dropping forward onto his chest. She slowly walked over to him, his jaw tight with anger as she reached out and stroked his cheek. "The boss wants to see you before we eat you," she said smirking.

"Well then, if your taking orders, I'll have a cheese burger. Extra onions."

She grabbed his chin and brought his face closer to hers. "You think you're smart, don't you? Let's see how smart you are when I drain your brother right in front of you." she pushed his face back and walked back over to Sam, whose limp body was being held up by the vamps, his head still slumped into his chest.

"You touch him again and I'll kill you," Dean snarled, his eyes narrowed and jaw tense from anger.

She grabbed Sam's hair again and lifted his head, a small groan escaping his lips. "You mean Sammy here?" she licked her lips then smirked as she let go of his head again before walking back over to him. "He did taste delicious...I wonder how good you taste," she drew her fist back and punched him hard in the face.

Dean groaned, letting his head drop forward as he lost consciousness.