It's cold, and the moonlight is barely peeking through the wooden slits of the barn. I can see several blood trails painted along the dirt floor. One belonging to Sam, and the other belonging to me.

My battered converse sneakers fail to reach the ground, leaving me to hang by the arms, on the wooden rafters like a piece of meat from a butcher's van. My wrists becoming red raw, due to the harsh rope that was tied around them. The gash on my left temple, was the result of the fall from the tree. Then I briefly recalled the state of my crossbow, before being dragged away, further into the woods. My crossbow wasn't even a year old yet, and it was already broken, because of the fall.

I winced, as I continued to dangle. My eyes focused on that of my unconscious brother. Sam hadn't woken up yet. The deep wounds on his forehead and collar bone caused me great concern. With the current situation, the risk of infection was greater, and that was the last thing that I wanted for him.

Blood continued to dribble down the left side of my face, and slowly began to dry against my pale skin. Dad and Dean were both still out in the woods, somewhere. Where they alright? Hurt? Dead? I wasn't sure of the facts, but I knew that they would be searching for Sam and I. Besides, it was only a couple of months previous, that Sam and I got captured by a crazed group of cannibalistic hillbillies. I received a slight burn scar from one of the hillbillies. One of my knee caps kinda has the texture of tough leather when you touch it. Still, those were human enemies. This time, it was different.

The barn doors suddenly swung wide open, in which I assumed that it would cue a dramatic opera musical score, but to my disappointment, it didn't. I recognised two of the figures, emerging from the shadows of the night, alongside group of six others. The leader held something in his hand. The Colt revolver. The very one my Dad was searching for.

The vampires had stolen the Colt.

"Stealing is a sin, y'know" I remarked.

A dark haired, Kurt Cobain wannabe vampire, and from the look of it, the leader of the gang, smirked at me, wielding the Colt proudly in his pale hand, which was decorated with various rings.

"Elkins was dangerous," remarked the vampire. "This is a handy little weapon, and the last thing that we need is for some jumped up hunter getting his paws on it. From what I gather, your Daddy was Elkins' buddy, am I right?"

My fists clenched, as I glared at the vampire. The pain in my arms was agony, like that time I was branded with a hot poker on my right knee by crazy hillbillies. Another vampire, a dark haired female in tight fitting jeans, prowled around Sam, like a shark waiting to attack. She sniffed his neck, as Sam grumbled, due to the wounds he had received. I wriggled slightly, before plastering a sarcastic expression on my bruised face.

"Meh, my Daddy isn't that much of a people person," I replied. "We're just in the neighbourhood."

The vampire leader smirked, as he stroked the Colt gently. His dark eyes pierced right into me, and to be frank his expression was down right perverted. Eurgh, makes me wanna hurl. I shivered, as he stroked my hair, as if I was a kitten.

"Then why were you hiding up a tree then, and why was the moose over there, sneaking about the bushes?" he asked, as he grabbed the side of my head with a fierce grip, yet his voice soft. "I can detect a couple of hunters a mile off."

I sniffed, as I returned the vampire's glare.

"Oh really? Well shit, I knew I should've have put that damn perfume on" I remarked, sarcastically.

My jaw almost detached from my skull, as the vampire brutally slapped me.

"Aww, Luther, don't hit the little girl," said the female vampire, who was petting Sam's sweat and blood stained hair. "Such a pretty, delicate little thing."

I was pissed at this point, to the point that my blood began to bubble and boil.

"Get your dirty hands off him, you bitch!" I growled, as I thrashed my skinny legs, only to received a punch in the gut, which caused me to swing back.

I felt like my organs had been crushed with the single punch. Winded, I glared up at Luther. Sam was beginning to stir.

"What the hell was that for?!" I demanded, angrily.

Luther grabbed my face, baring his sharp teeth at me. The fangs were glimmering white, razor sharp and dangerous.

"Never belittle my woman," he snarled. "And, there is no point in struggling, there is nothing you can do."

Not a wise move, for me to snort with sarcastic laughter. The smug expression returned to my face.

"Huh, you know what, your right," I replied. "I'm just gonna let karma fuck you over."

Another series of wind stealing gut punches, and then Sam finally became reanimated, and when he registered the situation, he went ape shit with fury.

"Finally," I wheezed, as I gazed over at my brother. "Was worried that those vamps had knocked your brain outta your skull."

Sam thrashed around, his eyes burning with anger.

"If you've touched a single hair on her head, I'll rip your fuckin' head off your damn neck!" shouted Sam, his wrists bloody and raw from the rope that bound his wrists.

I rolled my eyes, my whole torso, alongside my shoulders and arms.

"Too late for that" I mumbled, only to get another slap.

Again, Sam went ape shit. Luther just laughed, as his mate licked Sam's bloody collar bone.

"Careful, Kate," said Luther. "Don't wanna get too carried away. Those other hunters will be looking for these two."

Kate slowly moved away from Sam, mocking disappointment. She then hooked her thumbs between the belt loops of her tight jeans.

"C'mon, we need to watch out for those other hunters" said Luther. "It won't take them long to find this place."

The pair then ventured out of the old barn, leaving me and my brother alone. Sam gazed across at me, his wounds messy and bloody.

"You alright? You took a bad knock from your crossbow," I said, as I hung limp from the ropes that bound me to the beam above.

Sam grunted, as he tried to focus on me.

"Pfft, I've had worse" he replied. "Dad will be pissed at you, and I'm not talking about the crossbow. He told you to stay at the motel, and you didn't listen."

I rolled my eyes once again. This was a conversation that I've heard since I was a young ankle bitter. Well, technically, I'm still an ankle biter according to Dean. I hope Dean and Dad are alright, regardless of how much trouble I'll be in. Sam continued to watch me.

"You alright?" he asked.

I shrugged slightly, as best I could, despite the pain in my arms and shoulders.

"To quote you; 'I've had worse' ," I answered. "I'm more worried about you, Sam."

My brother sighed, as sweat poured down his forehead, soaking his heavy bangs. His eyes travelled across the upper beam. Sam then tried to swing back and forth, in order to wear the rope out. After several long minutes, he gave up after not having any luck.

A small amount of time passed before the vampires returned. This time, Dad and Dean were being frog marched into the barn. Their eyes went wide when they noticed me.

"Chrissie!" exclaimed Dad, as he ventured forward, only to be restrained by Luther.

Dean gazed at Sam, deeply concerned about his wounds. He wriggled slightly, whilst being restrained by Kate, who was sniffing his neck.

Another vampire took over Luther's position in holding my Dad. Luther revealed the Colt, whilst circling around Sam and I.

"I can make you a deal you a deal, John," began Luther. "I'll give you this gun, but at a price."

Dad frowned, whilst struggling against the vampire.

"I never make deals with vampires" answered Dad, his eyes full of hate and danger.

Luther simply sighed. Suddenly, I let out a high pitched scream, as Luther bit down on my right forearm, hard. Blood streamed down my wounded arm, and created a small puddle on the dusty ground. My brothers and Dad were furious at this action, and were filled with murderous rage.

My breathing was very heavy, as sweat gathered all over my shivering body. Luther stood behind me, and grabbed the back of my head, his fingers clutching my hair.

"One false move, John," said Luther, his mouth dripping with fresh blood, as his free hand worked its way around my throat. "And I turn your precious little girl. Imagine that. To have a daughter being a creature of the night. Deadly and eternally beautiful."

Dad growled at Luther, who had now began to prowl around Sam. Dean gazed at me, his eyes full of concern. Luther toyed with the Colt, as he wandered around my brother. My head was burning, and my vision was becoming blurry.

"I'd rather not hurt him," stated Luther, with a bloody smirk. "Someone else has his eyes on your boy, John, and you know it. That's why you need this gun, am I right?"

As my headache got worse, the upper beam holding me and Sam began to tremble.

"What the hell does that mean?" demanded Dean.

Suddenly, Sam delivered a powerful kick, which stunned Luther, causing him to throw the gun in the air. On this action, Dean and Dad sprung into action, and fought of Kate and the other vampire. They could only evade the vampires attacks, due to being weapon less. As the gun tumbled through the air, I watched it. Some how, as I stared at it, the gun zoomed into the path of my father, who then grabbed it. Luther bared his bloody fangs, and dived at him.

BANG!

The Colt fired its first deadly bullet, in God knows how long. With flickers of blue and purple static energy, Luther landed on the ground dead. My eyes remained on my Dad, who was standing with the smoking gun in his hand. Fear had settled into the remaining vampires, who then decided to flee, in order to escape my vengeful father.

As my body and mind was growing weak, I noted Dean, cutting Sam down from the beam.

"You're gonna be alright, man," I heard Dean say. "We're gonna patch you up. Nice going on gut kicking that vamp."

Everything hurt. My body. My mind. Dad raced over towards me, and then gently caught me in his arms, after freeing me from the ropes. Aching, bloody and bruised, I whimpered in relief and pain, as Dad scooped me up in his arms. The Colt safely tucked in the back of his jeans.

"Shhhhh. Shhhhh. It's alright, sweetheart," he said, his voice gentle and soothing. "You're safe now."

I grunted with pain, as my eyes were becoming heavy. My silver amulet had specks of blood on it.

"Furthermore, you're grounded" added Dad.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, before letting out a final grumble before passing out.

A:N/ The Colt has arrived into the story, but trouble is on the fast approaching horizon. *cue dramatic music*

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