Sams POV:
"What do you want most in life dear boy?" The intruder gasped.
"You to dye would be pretty high on my list!" Sam seethed through clenched teeth. Then snapped the mans neck.
"SAM!" Jaid screamed from the porch. There so many of them, she was deffensless.
She stood her ground as Sam appeard through the door. "You ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
"You sound like Dean." Sam whispered as he rushed a group of them.
In a matter of minutes most of them were dead, and the ones that weren't ran of like scalded dogs.
Thats when Sam noticed the pool blood streeming down Jaids neck.
"Oh god!" Sam whispered.
"Sam, get out of here before more of them come." She chocked out. They sat there, for a few minutes. Blood seeping into Sams clothes, into his skin.
"I love you." She gasped, her last words, her last breathe.
"I love you, too." He whispered, he placed a ghoust of a kiss on here lips. He had things to do. First things first, go and make sure Dean is okay, second thing, kill ever blood-sucking bitch he can.
Deans POV:
It had been three months since Ellen had helped Dean escape from the hospital. But she had insisted that he stay at the roadhouse to recuperate.
"Are you sure your ready for this?" Jo asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Dean quipped. Hugging her and Ellen good-bye, for now.
"You call once a week boy, and make sure you call when you find that pour boy!" Ellen ordered.
"Yes ma'am." Dean answered and got in the truck. Unfortantly for Sam, Dean was very pissed when he found out that Sam had taken his baby. So he had to us Jo's truck for now.
Sorry this took a while to right too.