Ok this is mine and Sam's mad bit of this story!! And the boys head into major trouble!
Mention of a character from 3.01 and an item as well.
Chapter 15
Dean woke. He was lying on the motel bed with just his jeans on. His shoulder was agony and he sat up trying to examine the wound that Sam's knife had made. He smiled when he saw the row of neat stitches across his skin. Only one person he knew stitched as neat as that.
He looked round the room. Sam's stuff was gone and he felt a little pang run through him. God, he had almost killed his brother last night, and he had wanted to, wanted to drain every last drop from him, no wonder Sam didn't want to be near him just now. He was turning into a stone cold killer and there was nothing that he could do about it, and despite what Sam, Lenore and Bobby thought probably nothing anyone could do about it.
He wondered if he should just go, leave while he had the chance but he also knew that Lenore was right, that wasn't really an option because Helena would find him and when she did, she would make him come back for his brother.
He was feeling better this morning, Lenore had made him feed earlier, helping him, when he couldn't manage it himself. His thirst sated he felt more under control, more able to be with Sam and Bobby.
Dean got up and trailed across to his duffle. Pulling out a t-shirt he shrugged it on and grabbed his boots. Time to stop feeling sorry for himself and find out what the others were up to.
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Sam had been up all night; he had tended to his brother's wound, stayed until Lenore had threw him out, and then taken his stuff to Bobby's room. Sam had desperately wanted to stay with his brother but he knew it was unfair of him to put that temptation in front of Dean, so he had reluctantly left.
He was researching the way to kill Helena but he still had no idea what the damn sentence meant, in fact it was it was beginning to drive him crazy. He needed a break.
Wandering over to the fridge in Bobby's room he pulled out a beer and threw himself on the bed, switching on the TV. He almost choked on it as the old vampire movie flashed on the screen.
"Jesus, give me a break why don't you!"
He flicked channels and rolled his eyes as a TV series about a vampire slayer came on the next channel.
"It's a conspiracy. A god damned conspiracy." He watched as the vampire slayer tried to dust a vampire by staking it. Sam rolled his eyes. He was about to switch off the set when the next scene on the screen, the vampire's death, caught his eye.
Then it hit him. He knew what it meant! He knew what the damn sentence meant! He had just bounced off the bed and kissed the TV screen as Dean walked through the room door and stopped dead, staring at him.
"And I thought my behaviour was getting weird." Dean cast a glance at the TV. "Dude, seriously, what the hell are you doing?" He looked at the screen. "And what the hell are you watching?"
Sam launched himself at his brother forgetting for a moment. "I know how to do it, I know what it means!"
Dean tried to peel him off of him. "Whoa, too close Sammy, really." He pushed his brother away. "Too close."
Sam gathered himself and stepped back. "Sorry, but I think I've got it. I think I know how to kill Helena and turn you back."
"What? From watching a crap TV show that's based on rumours and lies?" Dean raised his eyebrows and stepped back again as Sam danced closer. "Seriously, space issues here Sam." He felt the urge run through him but quelled it this time, I am not going there, I think! His having fed not long ago helped to take the edge off of it, helped him manage. A little.
"Yep, who needs Bobby Singer when you've got cable!" Sam laughed, briefly hugged his brother again and tore out the door to find Bobby and Lenore. Dean just sat down on the bed with a sigh and a laugh, his brother's mood almost infectious and the blood rush from Sam's heartbeat making him dizzy.
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Bobby thought something had happened when Sam came tearing through the door of the diner and threw himself into the booth beside him.
"What the hell's got into you?"
Sam's smile was electric. "I know what to do! I know what it means!"
Bobby just stared at him. "Keep it down!"
"I was watching TV and there was this vampire show……"
"You were watching a vampire show on TV, haven't we got a big enough show going on around us at the moment?" Bobby's voice was incredulous. "With your brother as the star?"
"I wasn't watching it."
"You just said….."
Sam waved his arms and cut him off. "I was flicking through the channels and I found a vampire show, the vampire slayer staked the vamp and the vamp, it turns to ash and it blows away." Sam paused for effect but it was lost on Bobby.
"Vampire slayer?"
Sam sighed. Bobby was being deliberately awkward. "You have to return her to the earth from which she came; deliver her back by the fire and the wind. We stake her. It's obvious."
Bobby shook his head. "Sometimes I seriously worry about what goes on in that freaky head of yours. You're basing your whole theory on a TV show and from the sounds of it a bad one at that? I think you need to get some sleep and change your research tool."
"Bobby." Sam voice was almost a whine. "It fits. Staking had always been part of vampire lore; just because it doesn't kill a regular vampire doesn't mean that it wasn't true. In all the lore when you stake a vampire it's turns to ash which means it must burn inside right?" Bobby nodded. "Then the ash gets caught by the wind and scattered on the ground. This is it Bobby I can feel it, unless you've got a better idea?"
Bobby knew he didn't and he was kinda warming to Sam's. "Sam I think you actually starting to make sense, which is kinda scary considering how this conversation's going." Bobby lifted his cap and scratched his head.
"So we hunt her down, stake her, and I get my brother back."
"You make it sound so simple. What do we stake her with though; do you think cedar wood would work?" Bobby's brain had finally switched to hunter mode.
"I've got something better, but there's a problem."
Bobby sighed. "Always is. What?"
I've got a stake made of Palo Santo." Sam smiled.
"Holy wood from Peru, where'd the hell you get that?"
"Tamara gave it to Dean and me when we were hunting the seven."
"So what's the problem?" Bobby kinda thought he knew.
"It's in the Impala's trunk."
"Ok. It's worth a shot. I'll call Lenore, she went out early to scout locations, see if she could track Helena down. I'll run it by her, she what she thinks."
"Fine, I'll be back in a minute."
Sam left Bobby muttering and went to the rest rooms. He felt sick with excitement. Please let this work. Please let us find Helena. He stopped at the sink and filled it with cold water, leaning down splashing it on his face, trying to calm himself before he went back over to get his brother. Standing up he looked in the mirror and stopped cold.
"Hello there Sam. Looking for me?"
He felt her teeth on his neck and the world went black.
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Bobby was sitting talking to Lenore on the phone as he watched Dean walk out from the motel car park. Something about his manner caused Bobby to pause; he looked like he was listening to something.
Bobby shut the phone, threw some money on the table and started to hobble to the door. Something was wrong, his whole hunter instinct was screaming at him.
She's here, damnit!
He heard it before he saw it, the rumble so distinctive that he'd know it anywhere. The Impala ghosted round the corner of the diner and stopped in front of Dean. Bobby screamed his name and then cursed as he watched Dean get in beside her. Bobby knew he wasn't going to catch them, he was too far away.
His heart froze though as he saw the head of dark hair leaning against the back window as the car turned at the junction and Helena smiled at him from the front.
"No,no,no,no,no!" He hurried back into the diner and into the restroom. The sink was still full of water and a small trail of blood which had ran down from the side, mixing with the water.
Bobby felt the grief filling him. He snapped opened his phone.
"Lenore, she's got them, she's took them both."