Chapter 9

Dean snuck out of the funeral home with three jars of dead man's blood and hurried to the Impala. He was going to coat arrows for his crossbow and his throwing knives with the thick red liquid and fill syringes to hand out to the other hunters when they got there to help. He cranked the car and headed back to the motel where Bobby was waiting and communicating with several hunters who would be there in less than an hour.

He was uptight and walking on the edge of a sword knowing Sam was still behind enemy lines and that scared the hell out of him. He wanted to head back to the farm and burn it to the ground, but knew he had to be prepared to get the victims out and they needed to be sure all the vampires were dealt with. He did not want this to start up some place else and more innocent people lose their lives.

It did not take him long to get back to the motel and let himself into their room. Bobby was on the phone talking to someone and sending directions and coordinates out to those who were farther away so they could come straight to the farm.

"You okay son?" Bobby asked Dean when he saw the dark look on his face. He had seen it before over the years and it always involved his brother being in trouble or hurt by someone. It also meant that Dean was the deadliest hunter around during this time.

"I'm fine," he stated, no emotion in his voice as he clenched his jaw tightly. He went to his weapon's bag to get his throwing knives and arrows. Dean took a seat at the table and took out one of the jars of blood to start dipping each weapon in the dark, thick liquid, coating them thoroughly before laying them to the side to dry. Once he was done, he began to fill the syringes and line them up on the table. Dean coated the knives and arrows one more time to be sure they would work on the vampires.

Bobby knew it would not do any good trying to talk to him in his state of mind and did not try. He poured Dean a cup of coffee and sat it by his hand. All he could do was let him know he was there if he needed to talk. Bobby knew this was hard on Dean having to wait on the others to get there before he could go help Sam. He was not going to be off this tight rope he was balancing on until Sam was safe and they were together again.

A knock sounded at the door and Bobby got up to answer it. He held his gun to his side as he cracked the door and saw fellow hunters standing outside.

"Bobby," Mackie nodded as he stepped into the room.

"Mackie, Reid, glad you could make it," Bobby replied opening the door wider so they could come in.

Dean looked up at the new arrivals knowing one but not the other. He nodded to Mackie but did not speak. Dean went back to sharpening his machete and laid it aside to do another one he was taking to Sam.

"So, what do we have here?" Mackie asked.

"Vampire nest," Bobby said. "They're kidnapping people and using them as blood banks to sell to other monsters and when they use them up, they sell the body parts."

"That's just sick dude!" Reid blurred out.

"How many are we looking at?"

"Don't know, Dean how 'bout texting Sam and see how many he's seen so far."

"Okay," Dean replied digging his cell out and sending a text. He waited impatiently for him to answer, clutching the cell tightly in his hand until it beeped. He jerked his cell back up to read what Sam sent back. "Sammy says he knows of five from the two that were talking in the barn. There was one at the guard house so that makes six, but there may be more."

"And there's four of us…"

"Make that five, Sammy's at the farm."

"There's one more hunter almost here and then we'll head out," Bobby told everyone.

"I'm Reid, don't think I've met you," Reid spoke to Dean eyeing the things on the table.

"Dean," Dean replied getting up and taking the throwing knives and hiding them in different pockets in his clothes. He strapped a sheath for his machete to his belt. "We need to be ready to leave."

"It won't be long Dean. I know you want to get to your brother, but we need the manpower son. We want to take them all out and come out of this in one piece."

"That's my brother in there, Bobby,"

"I know son, but he's a good hunter and can take care of himself. He'll play it smart," Bobby tried to assure him.

"I'll give it fifteen more minutes and I'm going back with or without everyone else," Dean stated firmly before grabbing his bags and Sam's to take to the Impala. He opened the trunk and sat them inside since he was not coming back here after they took out the vampires and got Sam back. Dean looked out into the parking lot when an older model truck pulled in and drove slowly toward him.

A tough looking, middle aged black man got out of the truck and looked at Dean for a moment before moving toward him.

"Is this where the party's at?" he asked, his voice rough and deep.

"Depends on what you're looking for," Dean replied standing his full height and glaring at him.

"Singer around?"

"Yeah, inside," Dean grunted nodding toward the motel door. He walked ahead of him and opened the door so they could go inside.

All eyes looked their way as they moved to the middle of the room and stopped.

"Bobby Singer," the hunter growled.

"Rufus Turner," Bobby greeted him with just as much gruff. "Thanks for coming."

"Rufus, been a while," Mackie greeted the new arrival. "This is Reid, we've been partnering up for nearly a year."

"So, what's the mess you're in now Singer?" Rufus asked.

"Found a nest of enterprising vampires that's been kidnapping folks and draining them to sell their blood on the black market."

"Well, that's a first. When are we heading out?"

"Now," Dean stated loudly, eager to get back to the farm. "Everyone take a few syringes. They have dead man's blood in them. It won't kill a vamp, but it will slow it down enough to make the kill easier." He passed out the syringes and stored some in his jacket pocket. "Let's go, I'm driving."

"There's a diner on the way where we can drop a couple of the cars off and double up," Bobby told them. "No need taking all of cars in. Dean, you know the place."

"Yeah," he called over his shoulder.

"We'll follow you guys," Mackie shrugged getting up along with Reid.

Dean headed for the door and to his car as the others followed slower behind him. They got in their cars and waited for Dean to lead the way to the diner. It took him fifteen minutes to get across town to the twenty-four hour diner and he pulled to the back of the large parking lot away from the other cars. The lot was starting to fill as dawn was fast approaching, and the working people were coming in for breakfast.

Bobby got out and rode with Dean and Rufus rode with Mackie and Reid. Dean sent a quick text to Sam that they were on their way to lay low until they got there. He looked to the horizon as a new day was starting. He was anxious and could not help the feeling of anticipation for the hunt. He was in his element and this is what he did best. Dean was a born hunter and probably one of the best out there, especially when partnered with his brother, Sam.

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Dean pulled into the same pull off and made sure to leave room for the other car. He got out and went to the trunk to arm himself and get ready for the battle they were facing. He pulled the crossbow out and slipped it over his shoulder, letting it hang behind him. He settled the quiver at his waist and filled it with the special arrows he had dipped in blood. Dean slipped one machete into a sheath on his belt and clipped the other on the other side to give to Sam when he found him.

"So, we need to lure the one in the guard house out and I can take him down with an arrow," Dean suggested.

"He needs to be stopped from alerting anyone else in the house," Mackie added.

"I can drive up to the guard house and pretend I'm lost or something," Reid offered. "That would get him out and then Dean can have his shot."

"Works for me," Rufus shrugged. "Let the young ones do the heavy lifting."

"Give me ten minutes to get in place and drive up there," Dean nodded before heading off into the woods. He planned on getting as close as could to the guard house to have a better shot. He made his way quickly and quietly through the trees until he found a good spot and dropped to the ground to crawl to the edge of the trees. He brought the crossbow around and loaded it with an arrow before relaxing his shoulders and taking aim.

The car drove toward the gate and slowed to a stop. The vampire came out and was talking to Reid who had a map out and was holding it out to him acting like he was lost and trying to get directions.

Dean took in a slow breath as he aimed at the center mass of the body. He waited until the vampire turned and was pointing down the road before he fired, sending the steel arrow into his body. The vampire stumbled against the car and tried to lunge toward the shack to sound the alarm, but Reid was out of the car and used his machete to cut his head off.

Dean stood up and whistled for the others as he jogged to the shack. He grabbed the body and pulled it back inside out of sight while Reid moved his car to the side. Dean opened the gate and then destroyed the controls so it could not be closed again. He came out as the others joined him. They left Reid at the shack to guard it and stop anyone else from coming in.

"Got room for one more?" a voice called quietly to them from the edge of the trees. "Got word you needed help on a hunt and followed Bobby's directions."

"Caleb, good to see you man," Dean greeted the new hunter when he recognized him.

"Dean, my man, figured you'd be here. So, what are we walking into?"

"Vampire nest."

"Haven't had one of those in a while. Where's your brother?"

"Inside hiding and waiting on us."

"Ladies, let's hold off on the tea social until this hunt is over. We should head out," Bobby said sarcastically.

"Think Sam could maybe cause a distraction and get the vampires outside?" Rufus asked. "It'd be a little easier to take them out if we have room to fight."

"Yeah, let me text him and see what he can do," Dean replied. He pulled his cell out and sent a message to Sam and waited for a response. "He says okay we'll know when to attack."

"Let's go," Bobby ordered.

The hunters made their way down the driveway toward the main house. They positioned themselves around the yard and waited. Dean stiffened when he saw Sam slip from a building near the house and run toward another. He jumped when suddenly a loud explosion ripped through the air blowing the front of the building Sam just exited outward.

It was not even a minute before bodies poured from the house and out into the yard to see what had happened. Dean took aim and shot one vampire with an arrow and readied the bow to shoot again. He looked up when another vampire was suddenly on fire and saw Sam standing behind him holding something in his hand. He ran toward Sam as he fired again taking down another, knowing the blood would slow them for the others to make the kill.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled when he got closer. He pulled the extra machete from his belt and gave it a toss toward him as he continued toward the front door.

Sam snagged the machete that Dean had thrown his way and brought it around in a hard swing like a baseball bat to decapitate the head from a female vampire. He looked out into the yard and saw separate fights going on as the hunters battled the vampires. Headless bodies were falling around the yard and hunters were using all the tricks they knew and the syringes of blood to take the vampires down. Sam automatically followed Dean toward the house to check and see if there were more inside.

A/N: The calvary has arrived and the fight is on. Thank you for taking this journey with me and only one chapter left and we will be done. I do like reviews. NC