Hi again readers!!! I'm back with another intense chapter of Love Bites!!!!! Just to let you know this week is finals for me (whoot!) and right after that I'm a jettin' off to Arizona!!!!! And wont b back for about 3 weeks so this extra long chapter should hold ya till then!!!!
It has been brought to my attention that most if the swear words get deleted when I post, so it does get a little awkward, for instance, in the last chapter Hannah refers to vampire lady as a "sucking b!tch" but what got deleted was "Bl00d" it was originally "bl0od sucking b!tch" so though it may look awkward, I'm substituting certain letters to fool the system, thanks for your patience!
On to business! Alright! OMG the season finale was amazing! but what was up w/ Johnny's voice!!! Just a reassuring nod and he was off!!! Grrrrrrr. Though I must say, even though the smashing and bashing of the Impala was absent, the closure will make the summer hiatus a little easier to endure….just a little.
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Chapter 15
"Sam, We're Always Careful."
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When they reached the spot, they found Hannah lying, unconscious, on the floor and the vampire holding Amanda up by her neck.
Without hesitation, out his Magnum loaded with silver bullets; he knew it wouldn't do much good on this type of vampire, but it would at least provide a distraction.
He aimed the gun at the vampire woman and fired. She screamed, dropping Amanda as the bullet entered he side, and clutching the wound, hurled herself up and landed on the ceiling using spider-like vampire powers to crawl away. (A/N: ummm….of course vampires have spider-like powers!?!? Whatev, think of a bat I guess, well then why doesn't she have bat-like vampire powers?...i honestly don't know)
Sam swore, looking up at the ceiling, "What do we do about it?" he asked.
"Leave her, we'll be back. right now we have to get Hannah and Amanda to safety." Dean replied walking over to Hannah who he could now see was lying in a tiny, but still visible pool of blood.
He gently turned her over to examine the damage. She was still breathing but there was a deep cut above her right eyebrow that left half of her face (and the flood around her) covered in blood. He was about to lift her off the ground when he noticed something shining on the floor in the dim light his flashlight provided. Dean picked it up and wiping some of the blood away, saw that it was a small silver heart pendant that bore Hannah's name. Smiling slightly, he placed the necklace in his leather jacket's pocket and carefully lifted the unconscious girl off the floor fireman style.
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After the vampire had run off, Sam immediately rushed to Amanda's side. She was breathing in shallow gasps and coughed for at least half a minute before he clamed her down.
"Thanks." She meant to say, but it came out in a shallow rasp and she began coughing again, tears welling up in her hazel eyes.
Once she calmed down she tried to speak again but Sam held his hand gently over her mouth, "maybe it's better if you rested your voice a little, Amanda. Can you stand?" he asked with a concerned look.
She nodded and took Sam's outstretched hand, with the arm that wasn't wounded as they both stood up.
Dean came over carrying Hannah and said in a low whisper, "Come on, we have to get outta here before more of those overgrown bats show up."
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Getting out of the warehouse wasn't nearly as difficult as getting in, though with woman lurking God-knew-where they definitely had to be cautious.
They soon reached the Impala and the Bug without a hitch.
"So, whose drivin' what?" Sam asked as they reached the vehicles.
"Hannah's goin in the back seat and I'm drivin'." Dean stated.
"And, ah, what about us?" Sam retorted.
"Are you kidding?" Dean asked, "First of all, we can't leave the Volkswagen, they cops, if they come, will trace the plates," he turned to Amanda and pointed to her arm which was bleeding profusely from the vampire's inflicted knife wound, "And second, I don't want your blood all over my baby's seats."
Amanda gave him a look, but couldn't say anything.
Sam came to her defense, "Oh, and Hannah definitely doesn't have an open head wound."
"Hey! It's coagulating!"
"Dean, do you even know what that word means?"
"Why do you think I said it, Sammy?"
Amanda cleared her throat has best as she could, Sam and Dean both looked at her like she was from Mars. She rolled her eyes and held out the bugs keys.
"Whatever." Dean said laying Hannah gently in the backseat. He was about to get in the car when Sam said.
"Hey Dean," Sam called, "No music, ok? She's already gonna have a massive headache when she wakes up, don't add to it."
"Dude, I know." He replied, then opened the door to get in, but Sam (more jokingly) interrupted him again.
"And Bro…don't try anything nasty on her either. We don't want her waking up to find she's pregnant."
Dean shot an angry look at his brother, "Dude! What kind of sicko do you think I am?"
Sam laughed and got in the drivers seat of the Bug.
Dean did the same with the Impala, but was muttering something profane. Once he started up the car he turned to the still unconscious Hannah and said, "That kid can be such a smartass sometimes." He knew she couldn't hear him, but he felt better saying it.
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The three conscious hunters had agreed to go to Sam and Dean's motel. It wouldn't raise as much suspicion if they walked in with an unconscious girl with a head wound and another with a profusely bleeding arm as it would in the Swissotel.
It began to snow as Dean got out of the Impala and Sam and Amanda pulled up next to him.
He was already walking toward the room with Hannah when Sam and Amanda caught up with him.
"Dude, you got the keys?" Sam asked when they reached the door.
Dean smirked to himself, "Back pocket, Sammy."
"Ew, Dean that's gross, I'm not touchin' your ass."
"Sam, it's a fricken pocket, besides you know you want to, don't deny it."
"Don't call me Sammy." The younger Winchester replied, yanking the keys out of Dean's pocket and opening the door.
"You room awaits milady." He said holding it open.
"She can't here you Sam." Dean replied flatly.
"I was talking to you, princess." Sam replied with a smirk.
Once inside, Dean carefully placed Hannah on one of the beds in the room and gently brushed a hair from her face she he could get a better look at the extent of her wound.
Sam came over with the first aid kit. Shouldn't you be takin' care of Amanda?" Dean said taking the wet washcloth offered by his brother.
"She's in the bathroom cleaning up, but she still might need stiches."
"Man that vampire chick's a real bitch."
"Dean, she has a good reason, remember?"
"Remember what?" Dean shrugged, fishing the patch on Hannah's head, and leaning back examining his handiwork.
"A couple of months before Dad died? Back when we were first trying to get the Colt, and we ran into the overzealous bloodsuckers?"
Dean raised his eyebrows in realization and made an "Oh" motion with his mouth, it seemed it had been forever since he thought about that chapter in their lives, "Luther's girl."
"Sam nodded, "Yep, and she's probably just a little pi$$ed that Dad wasted her boyfriend."
"Well Sam, I mean, he was trying to kill you."
"Who's trying to kill you?" Amanda asked with concern, walking in with her newly cleaned arm.
"We were just goin' over the vampire story, how's your arm?" Sam asked, getting up to check the wound.
"It's pretty deep, and it hurts like hell, but how's Hannah? Is she gonna be ok?' she asked in a worried tone.
"She'll probably have a bitch of a headache when she wakes up," Dean answered, "but other than that she'll live."
Amanda sighed in relief, "Oh thank God, I thought I'd lost my best friend."
"Eah, ya can't get rid of her that easy, but it would make me feel a hell of a lot better if she wasn't unconscious." Dean said, pulling up a chair beside Hannah's bed.
"Just let her rest." Sam said, taking the first-aid kit and bringing it to where Amanda was sitting on the other bed, "Now its your turn." He said taking out a needle and thread.
Amanda's eyes widened as Sam sterilized the needle, "Oh no you don't! You ain't sewin my arm up with that!"
Sam sighed, remembering a time when he had to sew up one of Dean's wounds and how much of a baby his brother had been about it. "Amanda, come on, if we don't get it stitched up, it'll get infected from exposure."
"Well excuse me, Doctor Sam, if I don't want to be made into a pincushion." She retorted but then reluctantly held out her wounded arm, "Do you at least have any anesthetic?"
"Sorry, no, but it'll be over quickly if you keep still."
"Great." Amanda said sarcastically, then she closed her eyes and braced herself.
After about fifteen minutes, Sam had finished. He cut the surgical thread and wrapped the sewn up wound with gauze.
"See, now that wasn't so bad was it?" he said, picking up the rest of the kit's articles.
"Yeah, if you don't count the excruciating pain part." Amanda replied, but then gave him a small smile, "Just kidding, you do a better job than Hannah, it wasn't as bad is I thought."
"Heh, says you." Dean cut in, but then froze as he spotted Hannah stirring.
Her eyes and mouth were both clenched tightly shut as if she were having some sort of horrific nightmare. Dean leaned in closer to see if he could somehow ease her pain, but then her eyes suddenly flew open and she sat up, knocking her head into Dean's
"Aw Sh—" he yelled clutching his forehead, "That's the second time that's happened!"
"Where am I!?" Hannah asked, her eyed wide with fear, but after she focused on Dean and the room, she relaxed a little, until the pain from the impact and earlier trauma hit her and she fell back on the pillow wincing.
Dean, recovering enough to let go of his pounding forehead, leaned forward in his chair to make sure Hannah was still alive.
She was holding a hand to her own forehead, but opened her eyes slightly to acknowledge him.
"Mornin' sunshine. Sleep well?" he asked in a bright but quiet tone.
"What happened?" she groaned, feeling the bandage on the cut above her eye.
"Technically speaking, you got bitch-slapped by a vampire." Dean replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
Hannah smiled briefly but then remembered the warehouse, "Oh my gosh, where's Amanda?" she tried to sit up again, but was met by Dean's strong hand on her shoulder and his whispering for her to relax.
"Right here," Amanda said soothingly, getting off the other bed and walking into Hannah's line of vision.
Hannah drew a sharp breath, "Your arm." She said looking at Amanda's bandaged forearm.
Amanda sighed, "You didn't think that vampire would give all her love and affection to you, now did you?" she said with a smirk.
Hannah gave a tired smile, "No, I suppose not. What about you two? Looks like you're ok, but did you at least find anything?" she asked looking at Sam and Dean.
"Nada," Dean replied, "Save for a deranged mouse…and this," he held up the silver heart shaped pendant that still had dried blood on it.
Hannah smiled, "Don't tell me that's my blood covering that old thing."
"Alright fine," he said with a shrug, "I found it in a pool of blood far, far away from your pretty little wounded head."
"Great, as if it didn't have enough blood in it already." She sighed and seeing Sam and Dean's questioning looks, continued, "Guess I didn't tell you why Amanda and I left Chicago in the first place."
"Not really," Dean replied, "but hey, your hunters, your hunters, you got your reasons. Just don't tell me either of your mothers died when you were 6 months old."
"Why would I say that?" Hannah asked, concerned but intrigued.
"Never mind," Dean replied, looking away, "Just…continue with your story."
Though her curiosity tugged at her to question further, she decided to leave it. "Alright, here goes…
a/n: instead of this being a huge monologue for Hannah, this part would be the equivalent of a flashback story
When I was about 3 or 4, my parents went off on a hunting trip. They had found a nest of vampires near the outskirts of the city and were going to take care of it. Typical hunt, right? Well, something went wrong, and my mother…she ended up getting bitten." Hannah paused in a moment of quiet reflection, then continued,
"It was weird, because at first my Mom told my Dad to shoot her right then and there, so she couldn't hurt anyone, but he told her he knew she would be able to fight the bloodlust."
"How did that work out?" Sam asked, recalling the last encounter they had with the vampires who also refused to feed off humans.
"It went fine for a while, Mom ate a lot of raw meat, and occasionally went out for a cow, but other than that we lived a fairly normal life…hell, she even went on a few hunts with my Dad, until one day… This stranger showed up at our door, I'll never forget him, kinda looked like Denzel Washington except way older, but he said he was a fellow hunter and he came to talk to my dad." Hannah's eyes began to fill up with tears,
"And the things that ba$tard said to my father…h-he said that no matter how hard my mother tried, she would always be a blood-sucking b!tch and that she deserved to be slaughtered just like the rest of them," a tear made its way out of the corner of her eye, she quickly wiped it away, took a deep breath, and continued,
"And then… he shot her. Two silver bullets right throught her heart. My father did everything he could to try and save her, but it was no use, she was gone. He grieved over her body for a long time, and even though I was too little to fully understand, I stayed with him, telling him not to worry.
Before she was buried, my father took the two silver bullets that ended her life and took them to a specialty hunting shop downtown which is how we came to know Oliver's and his parents. Oliver's dad was able to melt the bullets down and make them into that necklace.
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After that, my father and his best friend, who happened to be Amanda's dad, vowed never to hunt again, and it pretty much worked…well," her tone brightened, "That is until Amanda and I discovered that encyclopedia set, it spiraled from there. My dad gave didn't really protest us becoming hunters, actually gave us his blessing, he moved to a condo overlooking Lake Michigan up until about about 2 years ago when he died of a heart attack, that's when Amanda and I finally decided to go road trippin' and thus, here we are today."
Dean blinked at her, "Wow, you should write a book." He didn't even bother going into his and his brother's story.
Hannah smiled, "Thanks, but it would probably depress the hell out of everyone who even touched it, I still cry every time I think about it…as you probably saw."
"What about your parents, Amanda?" Sam asked.
Amanda sighed, "Last I herd, they were in Budapest, but these days I can't really be sure, I haven't gotten a call or a postcard in at least a year, reason being they didn't exactly jump at the idea of me goin off to hunt instead of grad-school."
Sam scoffed at the idea, "heh, my dad would've loved it if I had said that."
"And that's why you two never got along," Dean added, then turning to Hannah he asked, "So, what do you guys plan on doing once this hunt is over?"
"Well," Hannah sighed, "We've helped catch up on all the jobs at the roadhouse, so I was thinking, if Amanda wants to go, we'll finally track down the son of a b!tch who killed my mother."
"Are you joking, Hannah? Of course I'll come with you." Amanda retorted, sounding a little offended.
"Don't bother," Dean said, feeling proud of himself, "Believe it or not, Sam and I, we've had a couple of run-ins with that guy. See, his name's Gordon, and right now he's rottin' in jail because of us… Dean basically explains Bloodlust and Hunted
After he finished Hannah looked at her feet in thought, "Well the ba$tard got what he deserved."
"You guys have been through a lot together." Amanda said, a hint of pity in her eyes.
Dean smirked, "What can I say? We're brothers." He replied, then holding out the heart pendant to Hannah, he added, "Here, this probably meand a lot to you."
Hannah made a move to take it, but changed her mind, "Dean…why don't you hold onto it for a while? Maybe it'll bring you more luck than me."
"Thanks." Hs said, then with a smirk he added, sounding almost like a gentleman, "but I seem to have forgotten how to do the clasp, would you be so kind as to put it on for me?"
"Why yes, I would love to, Mr. Winchester." Hannah replied, also smiling at how cheesy they were being. She slowly sat up and took the pendant from his hand, and as she reached around his neck to fasten the clasp, she caught a glimpse of his deep green eyes looking into hers.
She let the chain hang from around his neck but kept her hands clasped around him, "Your other necklace is very nice," she whispered, never taking her eyes off his.
"It's and amulet actually…you know, for protection." He whispered back.
She smiled, "Does it protect you from any snogging as Katherine would put it?" she asked quietly, leaning closer.
"Nah, that would be censorship." He replied with an eye roll.
"Super," she said with a smile, and with that, she leaned over and pressed her lips up against his.
The moment seemed to last forever for them.
Sam and Amanda were sitting on the other bed staring at them awkwardly.
Sam coughed, but it intentionally made it sound like "Corny"
"I agree," she whispered, not bothering to disguise the disgust in her voice.
Dean and Hannah didn't hear them, or if they did, they ignored the comments, because they remained in their lip lock for at least another minute. When they finally separated, Dean opened his eyes and gave Hannah a confused look, "Remind me again what that was for."
"I never got a chance to say 'thank you' for saving me and Amanda."
"Psh, you were unconscious, I wont hold it against ya."
Hannah's eyes suddenly grew serious, "That reminds me of something…you wouldn't happen to be planning to go back to the warehouse with only your brother, would you?" she asked with a scrutinizing tone.
Dean, though he kept his poker face, was taken aback by the question. He had, in fact, been planning to go back to the warehouse after Amanda and Hannah were asleep, but he wasn't about to reveal his plans to her. "No, why would I do that?" he lied.
She laughed coldly to herself, "I don't know, it's stupid, maybe I'm just paranoid…just forget it."
Dean wanted to question her further but he figured he'd cut her some slack, after all, he had just lied hugely to her.
"Alright, well," Amanda piped up, "Enjoyed the conversation immensely, I'm goin' to sleep." She leaned back on her pillow.
Hannah yawned and nodded in agreement, but she suddenly stopped, realizing something, "Wait, Amanda, before you fall asleep, we'll get up so you two," she looked as Sam and Dean, "Can have your beds back."
She was about to get up, but Dean wouldn't hear of it, "I couldn't possibly take a bed from a lady." He said using his gentlemanly tone again.
She looked at him, "Are you sure?"
"Of course, you two make yourselves comfortable and get some rest, Sam and I will be fine on the couches?" Dean replied, clapping a hand on his brothers back, "Right Sammy?" he said, turning to Sam.
"Um…sure…?" Sam replied, a little confused at why his brother was turning down the opportunity to sleep with a girl.
"That's right." Dean said with a toothy grin, "Good night, sleep tight, and don't let the bedbugs bite."
Amanda leaned her head up just enough to give him a look that said, don't ever say that again. Then laid back down and closed her eyes.
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An hour later, both Amanda and Hannah were fast asleep, and Sam was just on the verge of drifting off to sleep when Dean came out of the bathroom, newly showered, yet fully dressed.
"You goin' somewhere? Sam asked. Standing up at what would have been his turn for the bathroom.
Dean's voice was serious, "Sam, get your coat and any gear you might need, we're goin back to the warehouse." He said in a low voice.
"What?...Why?"
"I've been thinking since we got back, and I've decided we have to leave the girls here, it's too dangerous, I mean, look what happened to them when we left them alone for 20 minutes."
Sam sighed, "You're right…but did you tell Hannah this plan earlier?"
"No, and if your talking about how what she asked me before she went to bed, I really don't know how she knew that."
"That's weird. Do you think she has visions like me?"
"That's what I'm thinking, but I'm not gonna ask her now."
"But Dean, if she said that, we should at least be careful."
"Sam, we're always careful." Dean said with a smirk and an eye roll, "Alright, you done already? I'm gonna go start the car."
"Yeah, I'll meet you out there in a second."
"Kay." Dean said, walking to the door, "See ya later ladies," he added, saluting to the sleeping forms of Hannah and Amanda, he then opened the door and walked out to his car.
Sam's hand wavered as he put the last of the weapons in his duffel bag, he couldn't help but thinking about what Hannah had said, and he also had a bad feeling of his own. He walked over to the bed on which Amanda was laying and looked down at her.
She was so calm, he wished he could wake her and tell her where they were going, just so she wouldn't worry but he decided it would be safer if she didn't know.
It was interesting, they had only met a day ago, but he had know her for years. He leaned in closely to her and gently kissed her on the lips, "I'm sorry." He whispered, then he walked over to the bedside table, picked up a pen and paper, and began to write.
Amanda and Hannah—
Went to run a few errands, be back soon
—Sam.
Just as he was making his way to the door, Dean popped his head in. "Sam, what's takin' you so long?"
"I'm coming," he replied, "Dean, what are you—"
Dean put a finger to his lips to silence his brother, then silently took Hannah's Beetle's keys and shoved them in his coat pocket.
Once outside, Sam practically exploded at his brother, "Dean! What the hell are you thinking!? We're not trying to hold them prisoner, are we!?"
"No, this is called 'keeping someone you care about, safe,'"
"Mixed with a hint of paranoia." Sam added arrogantly as they walked to the Impala.
"You know what Sam…maybe you're right!" Dean replied angrily, and without another word, got in his car and slammed the door. He impatiently waited for Sam to get in who also had an angry expression fixed upon his face, then he hit the gas and the Impala roared out toward their destination.
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Alright, before the rumors spread like wildfire and I'm held liable for letting you guys down HANNAH IS NOT A PSYCHIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! everything almost fits but trust me (aka the author!!!) she aint one…and shhhhhhhhhhhhh don't tell Sam and Dean, they're not supposed to know that little tidbit, I basically needed an excuse for some obvious foreshadowing.
Wow I really did decide to make this chapter long…
N e way, I'll miss you guys and thanks for all the reviews!!!!!!
—Hod91