Wow, I had such an ego-inflate with the amount of reviews! I love you guys soooo much!!!
To make a slight clarification, this is not a character death fic…. You figure out the rest.
Sooo on to the next installment!
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Chapter 21
"This Is From Hell."
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As soon as Sam heard his brother's scream his whole body went numb. If not for the gag he would have screamed right along with him it hurt so much.
He was forced to watch as Kate mercilessly used her fangs to allow her blood and Dean's to mingle as it made its repetitive journey downward toward his heart and eventually, through his entire body.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she extracted herself from Dean's neck.
The tall vampire released his grip on the hunter and Sam saw his brother's cold, dull eyes flutter upward as he slumped into unconsciousness.
The vampire walked over to Kate, awaiting another order. She handed him the knife used on her own wrist, except it was now clean, and pointed to Sam. He walked over to the younger Winchester and without warning, drew the knife across the hunter's shoulder, leaving a deep gash that slowly leaked a stream of bl0od. Underneath the gag he was gasping in pain.
After a few seconds, the vampire relinquished and scanned for another spot to draw blood, but just then a gunshot rang out. The tall vampire's eyes widened in surprise and he fell to the floor, knife clattering next to him.
Kate froze in her tracks at the sound, looking around wildly for the unseen attackers. She turned back to Dean, but instead was met by Hannah, who had appeared out of the darkness and was pointing the newly forged Colt directly at the vampire's forehead.
"This is from hell." Hannah growled, not giving her a chance to speak, and without another moments hesitation, pulled the trigger.
Falling to her knees, Kate stared into the distance with a look of grim acceptance on her face, and then evaporated into a pile of dust.
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The cowardly Officer Nelman had tried making a run for the door, but was cut off by Katherine, who was brandishing a thin silver sword. That was the last thing he saw.
Meanwhile, Amanda, wielding a silver scythe in each hand, sent the rest of the vampires to their knees— minus their heads.
When finished, she ran over to Sam and tore of his gag.
"I love you." She whispered looking deep into his eyes.
For a moment, without meaning to, his mind forgot everything else as met her gaze, "I love you too." He whispered back.
Their lips met.
Amanda placed her hands gently on his shoulders as they went deeper into the moment, but she froze when she felt something warm and sticky on her hand. She drew back quickly when Sam gasped as pain he had momentarily forgotten, seared through his shoulder.
Amanda looked from her bloody hand to Sam's wounded shoulder, "Sam, you're hurt." (a/n: way to state the obvious)
He looked at his shoulder, furrowing his brow at the amount of blood, and pain coming from it. Suddenly everything came back to him, "Dean." He mouthed then looked up, "Amanda, quick, help me get these chains off— I need to get to my brother."
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Hannah followed the trail of scattering ashes with her eyes showing no remorse whatsoever; then rushed over to the unconscious hunter before her.
She cradled his head in her hands, hoping to get some— any from of response, "Dean." She called softly, as if it would summon him back to the world. A tear rolled down her cheek as she gazed at his wounds— bl0od was everywhere, from the cut above his eye, to the punctured skin on his neck where Kate had implanted herself, his clothes were stained a deep shade of red. She called his name again, this time shaking his head slightly. A fresh wave of tears streamed down when he finally stirred.
He reluctantly crawled up from the calm darkness, expecting all the agony that was owed to his body to rear its head, but when it did not come he opened his eyes, slightly confused. The first thing his eyes and ears focused on was Hannah.
"Oh thank God," she said when she saw his eyes, and wrapped her arms around him, not caring how much bl0od got on her.
"What took you so long?" he asked hoarsely when she released him, and as weak as he was, he still managed a smirk.
Glad to know he at least still had his sense of humor, she replied with a small smile, "Some jacka$s decided to steal my car keys."
He managed a short laugh, but it quickly turned to a cough— he noticed his mouth was extremely dry.
Hannah's smile quickly faded back to worry and her eyes fell back to his wounds, especially the one on his chest.
"Why…?" she began but her voice broke and she could not finish.
Knowing what she was about to ask he answered, "Isn't it obvious? Kate forgot that you're not supposed to play with your food."
Hannah found her voice again, "But she definitely remembered how to tenderize it."
In any other situation he would have laughed.
Hannah looked at the Colt in her hand, "It's amazing how much trouble this damn thing has caused us. Now that Kate's dead, we should just destroy it." She looked back up at Dean, hoping to find him nodding in agreement, but became panicked when she saw his face contorted in pain and heard his breaths switch from normal to labored and raspy.
The sudden explosion of pain made him feel as if he had been hit in the head with a two ton sledge-hammer, and immediately was followed by an overpowering scent— Bl0od. "You may need that gun one more time." He said between gasps so this was bl0odlust.
Hannah reached up to try and undo one of his still chained wrists, but was abruptly stopped.
"Get. Away. From. Me." He snarled, twisting away from her hand.
"D-D-Dean…." She stuttered, her voice becoming high pitched.
"Hannah, listen to me…you—you need to need to take the Colt, put it to my head, and fire."
She looked horrified, "What…!"
"I said shoot me!" He yelled, making her jump again.
"B-but you're not—" She began.
"It doesn't matter…" he cut her off, "Kate, she wanted me to kill Sam… they slit his shoulder, and I can smell his bl0od already. It's not gonna be long before I sprout fangs and totally lose it."
"Dean…I can't kill you." She replied quietly.
"You have to!" his voice was ice, "I'm not any better than the things we hunt now!"
She raised her voice "But you haven't done anything!...When I became a hunter, I vowed never to kill an innocent being, no matter what, and so far you're at the top of that list." She paused to meet his eyes, "Dean, you can fight the bl0odlust, you won't turn into a monster like Kate, or Nelman."
"Yeah, then what do I do? Live in fear of hurting someone for the rest of my life—oh wait, vampires are immortal, so I'm screwed for the rest of forever then."
A figure suddenly stepped into the light, it was Katherine, "That may not be so." She said calmly, cleaning off the blade she used to kill Nelman, "I was reading one of Oliver's ancient hunting books and it talked about a way of curing vampirism."
"Well that's a load of crap." Dean retorted, "Everyone knows you can't cure a vampire, it's like a werewolf, once you've been turned, that's it, your screwed for life."
"Are you at least willing to try?" Hannah pleaded.
Dean hesitated, making up his mind, then sighed, "Yeah, but if I make a move to hurt you, Sam, or anyone else, you take that gun and put a bullet in my head." The seriousness in his voice made Hannah nervous and she found her hand that was holding the Colt to be trembling.
She quickly shoved the gun into a pocket and scanned the room looking for the keys that would release the chains around Dean's wrists.
She came across Amanda and Sam who were walking towards them; Sam clutching his wounded arm.
"Sam, are you alright?" Hannah asked, looking at his shoulder, which was covered in bl0od.
"Nothing compared to Dean. Is he…?" Sam didn't have the heart to finish.
Hannah looked at the floor, "…you…you better cover that up," she pointed to Sam's shoulder, "He said he can smell it."
"Here." Amanda said, taking off her hoodie and handing it to Sam. "Put this on, its Oliver's so it should fit, and it should cover up the smell some." She turned to Hannah, "Here's the keys, got 'em off the big guy after you shot him."
Sam also held something out to Hannah, it was her pendant. "Here," he said, Kate kind of took it."
"Thanks." Hannah replied, taking the keys and the pendant and she and Amanda followed Sam back over to Dean.
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"Dean, I'm so sorry," Sam began, "I didn't know Kate would do something like this, otherwise—"
"Sammy don't go on one of your guilt trips," Dean cut him off, "Somehow it would have happened anyway."
When Sam didn't reply, Hannah walked over to Dean with the keys and began undoing one of the chains around his wrists.
"Once I get this undone, will you be able to stand?" she asked when she freed one of his wrists.
"Dunno." He replied, looking at his hand, it was deathly pale (he wondered if the rest of him looked that way since he was now undead) and his wrist and lower arm were full of cuts and bruises, "I've been standing for God knows how long, it'd be nice to get a little rest."
"Well I figured you left right after we fell asleep, right?" she was about to calculate how long they had been gone when she realized how mad she had been when she had woken up to find they had left, "There's something, where in your thick heads did you get the idea you should come here without us?" She freed Dean's other wrist with a sharp jerking motion that reflected her anger.
He was able to stand for a brief moment but the sudden pressure on his knees caused them to give out and he almost collapsed. Hannah quickly wrapped her arms around him and dragged him back up.
"We did it to protect you." He said through a strained breath.
Hannah felt how cold his skin was and held him tighter.
Amanda had gone off to find the brother's coats and now returned handing Sam his jacket, then she walked over to Dean and helped him put on his leather jacket.
Sam reached out and draped one of his brother's arms around his good shoulder, Hannah did the same, and they slowly made their way to the exit.
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They reached the door to the outside and Amanda made a move to open it for them but was stopped by Sam.
"Wait…what about the sun, isn't it supposed to hurt…you know…" he couldn't bring himself to finish.
Dean looked at him, irritated, "What? Vampires? You know, Sam, you're gonna have to face up to the fact that…well," He shrugged his shoulders innocently; "I am a vampire."
Sam gave him a serious look that said this isn't funny.
Dean avoided his brothers gaze, "Anyway, about the sun, it's supposed to hurt like a bad sunburn…at least, that's what dad said, but I don't think he was a vampire, or would even care for their well being for that matter."
"Actually, you shouldn't have to worry about that," said Katherine, "You're not technically a full vampire yet."
Dean looked at her, "What do you mean 'not technically'?" he was slightly annoyed at how confusing this whole deal was becoming.
"That's how this cure works apparently." She replied nonchalantly, "See, there are, I suppose, 'stages' of turning into a complete vampire, and according to the book, the moment you turn from human to bl0odthirsty creature is the moment you feed on your first victim, whether it be human or animal."
"That's why they slit your arm open, Sam." Amanda stated.
Dean looked back at Katherine and sighed, "So you're tellin' me that as long as I don't go drinkin' anyone's bl0od, I can go back to being human?"
"Yes, but it most definitely won't be a walk in the park."
"Nothing ever is." He added, bitterly.
Amanda, realizing that piece of information could have save Hannah's mother, shot a look over at her friend, who returned her gaze, obviously thinking the same thing.
They reached the cars outside and found Katherine had been right; Dean showed no reaction to the sun. They quickly decided to take the Impala back to Oliver's and come back to get Hannah and Katherine's cars.
"Dean, are you sure you'll be ok with Sam next to you?" Amanda asked as Sam handed her Dean's keys.
He wasn't happy with this comment, "Why the hell does everyone keep actin' like I'm a bomb about to explode!?" he asked angrily, "I can't even smell Sam's wound anymore!" he was left breathing heavily.
Everyone stared at him for a few seconds; it was true, since the fact that Dean had been turned sunk in, they all had been rather evasive and not to mention tense.
"He does seem a bit less pallid." Katherine said, finally breaking the ice.
"Thank you." Dean replied with an exasperated sigh, and then he turned his head to Amanda, "An one more thing, if you so much as scuff my car, there'll be no way I'm turnin' back into a human after I'm finished with you."
Amanda nodded, slightly creeped out, then got in the Driver's seat. Katherine rode shotgun, and Hannah and Sam piled in the backseat with Dean in the middle.
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Well, Dean's officially a vampire…get over it, BUT never fear! Thanks to Katherine there's hope for him yet! (Though I do promise you this won't be easy)
Oh, and a special shout out to Mazkeraide with regards to the stages of vampirism. See, she's pretty much my beta and when she had read this chapter and got to that part, was all like "Stages? You mean like, stage 1: u feel a strange pain in your neck and your like, aw crap someone's sucking my bl0od…….. and there's about four more but I can't think of them so I'll either get 'em and post 'em next chapter or you can send her a message and ask her yourself!
Soooooo, anyway, thanks again to all the wonderful people who reviewed and please, don't be shy with this chapter either!!!
Till next time!
—HoD91