Well Dean runs into some one he's met already and Sam, Bobby and Father Thomas are in a spot of bother.

Chapter 2

Dean walked quickly to the car as the mud made it too tiring to run. He was on full alert the whole time but as far as he could see the vampires had vanished. That very thought made him uneasy, why would they corner them and then leave. He knew they wouldn't, that they were out there somewhere in the dark, he just couldn't tell where.

They had taken this gig as a favour for Bobby. He knew Father Thomas and had asked for their help on what should have been a straight forward clean out job. The vamps had been targeting people using the church, turning a few but in the main killing them and leaving them displayed on the church steps for the old priest to find.

Bobby had done the recon but it had been done quickly, these people were dying at a rate of more than one a day so there was no time to track them for a while as they would have liked. Bobby had confirmed that there was six of them, however when they went in there had been others, at least another dozen waiting for them. Bobby wouldn't have missed them so that meant that for some reason they had hid their numbers from them. Dean couldn't help think that the whole thing was a trap but if it was he was at a loss as to why. Vampires didn't usually lay traps for hunters, but then these days they usually didn't draw attention to themselves the way these ones had. He had a bad feeling about this.

Dean reached the car unchallenged and threw open the trunk, with a last look round he leaned in and pulled the first aid kit from its spot and then froze as he heard the noise behind him. He was dropping the kit back in and putting both hands on the machete as he felt the cold steel of the gun barrel against his neck. Vampires with guns; that was a new one even for him.

"I'll take that thanks." The machete was wrenched from his grasp and rough hands grabbed his wrists and turned him.

He groaned.

Kate, the female vampire from the night they had grabbed the Colt was walking towards him. This explained a lot, perhaps his feelings about a trap were spot on after all. The vision of his father shooting Kate's mate Luthor with the Colt as a test to see if it really could kill anything filled his head, as did the thought that this so wasn't going to end well for him.

"Hey Dean, so this is our second date, still want to play hard to get." Kate walked up and pressed herself against him. "Long time no see, did you miss me?"

"Like I told you before, necrophilia, really not my thing." He smiled his best shit-eating grin.

"I've waited a long time to get you where I want you. Sorry to hear about your dad, it was really him we wanted but I guess we'll have to settle for second best." She ran her hand down his face.

"Well Luthor kinda set a trend with that, didn't he?" He smiled as he watched the remark hit home. "Don't do me any favours, besides I think you'll find that as sweet as I am, my blood isn't, seems you guys don't really like to snack anymore at Dean's diner, leaves a bad taste in your already foul mouths. Feel free to try though." He tilted his head to the side as an invite.

"Think I'll pass, I like my blood pure and unspoiled, two words that couldn't be used to describe you Dean honey, not after where you've been. Oh I know all about your little spell in hell and that's actually kind of a bonus. Me? I just wanted to rip you and your brother's arms and legs off"……she pulled his head down to her level……."like plucking the wings off of a fly, take my time and savour the moment, torture you slowly for taking Luthor from me, but then I met her and changed my mind. What she has in mind for you makes me shiver with anticipation." Dean so didn't like the look of delight on her face.

"She?"

"She's been waiting for someone like you to come; someone to restore her. Do you know how many people escape from hell? How many people's blood will work for her?" Kate pulled his head back to the side and gently brushed her teeth against his neck. "Just you." She leant in and kissed him gently on the lips, laughing softly as she did. "Do you know how wonderful that is for me? I'm going to get to watch as you die very slowly and very painfully. We may even get a chance to play before she finishes you off. Now wouldn't that be nice?"

"Bitchin'. So who exactly is she?"

"Oh don't worry, you'll find out soon enough. Take him, and make sure you secure him tight or you can explain to her how her prize escaped." Kate gave him one last smile as she turned away. "Oh and boys, burn the church, we don't need it now. Anyone makes it out, kill them." She relished the look on Dean's face, walked back to him. "Perhaps we should let you watch your brother burn before we go, let you hear the screams."

"I'm gonna friggin' kill you, if you touch him your dead!" Dean struggled against the arms that were holding him.

"Sweetheart you know that I'm already dead, but please, give it your best shot. Let's go."

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Sam was brought back round by the frantic tone in the priest's voice.

"Sam, Sam you need to wake up! Please!" The priest sounded one step away from sheer panic, his voice high and insistent. Sam's arm was aching and he just wanted to sink back down into the oblivion that the priest had pulled him from but his next words brought him fully back to life.

"The church is on fire, I've got Bobby through to the back of the church but I can't carry you, please you have to get up." Sam focused on the priest's face and saw how tired and afraid the old man was. He looked around as the flames licked up the doors of the church and started to devour the wooden walls as well. He turned and reached for the pew with his good hand and pulled himself slowly to his feet. Father Thomas let him hook his arm over his shoulders and took some of his weight. It was then that Sam suddenly realised that Dean was missing.

"Father, where is my brother?"

"I don't know, he went to get a first aid kit from your car, they torched the church before he returned."

Sam stopped and looked at him. "You mean my brother's still out there somewhere? I have to get him, help him."

The priest grabbed hold of his good arm. "Sam the front of the church is in flames and the vampires are waiting outside, even if you get out, its suicide. I need help with Bobby too, he's hurt badly and my moving him has made it worse. There's a passage under the church to an old crypt, if we can get into that we'll be safe. You can look for Dean from there. I can't get Bobby through the passage on my own. Please Sam, we need to go."

Sam was torn between trying to get out the church to his brother and helping Bobby. His decision was made as part of the roof at the church doors collapsed blocking the door and effectively killing the debate. He let the priest lead him to a small door set in the floor of the church. The door was opened and Bobby was lying next to it, his face as pale as the white washed floor that he lay on. Sam knelt down and checked Bobby's injuries, he was in a bad way and moving him certainly wasn't going to help but they had no alternative. As if to prove the point the roof above them groaned as the flames finally found it and started to destroy the supports in the walls.

"Let's go Father, you get in and pull his feet, I'll lift him from here."

Working together the two men managed to get Bobby down the stairs and onto the cool stone floor below. Sam climbed back up and pulled the door closed, blocking some of the heat but throwing them into almost complete darkness.

"Which way?" He was desperate now to get to the crypt, to get out and find Dean.

Father Thomas took a key from his pocket and opened a metal door in the far wall of the church's cellar. He didn't need to see. He had worked in this church for nearly forty years and knew the layout well. He came back and put a hand under each of Bobby's shoulders.

"I'll take his head if you can manage his legs."

Sam nodded and wrapped his good arm round Bobby's leg, for a moment loosing him balance before he managed to steady himself and stand back up. They listened as there was more creaking and groaning from the structure overhead as the fire took hold.

"Better hurry." Sam started to walk backwards into the darkness behind the door, the tunnel seemed to go on forever until finally Sam felt the passageway start on a small incline and eventually he backed into the door to the crypt.

"Father, do you have the key?" Sam couldn't see in the darkness of the passage.

"Two bolts, one top and one bottom. We keep them oiled, they should just slide if you can find them, they're on the left side of the door and it'll open out the way.

Sam felt for the bolts in the dark, located them and then pulled them open and shoved the door with his good shoulder. It swung open easily under the pressure. The air that filtered through was deliciously cold after the heat and stuffiness of the tunnel. The crypt had a raised stone tablet in the middle of the floor and they lifted Bobby onto it to keep him off the damp earth. As soon as he was settled Sam made for the door.

"Please, I begged your brother not to go and he didn't listen, please don't go. Wait until we're sure they're gone. It'll be daylight soon."

"Dean went to get the first aid kit, we still need it. I have to go get it and if I find Dean in the process then that's a bonus. I'll be careful, I promise."

The priest thought for a moment how similar these two young men really were, both willing to risk their own safety for that of another.

"God be with you son." He said a silent prayer as Sam checked his machete and disappeared into the night his outline lit up by the flames which now engulfed his now collapsed church.