A/N: Sorry this took longer than I said it would! Some things came up. D:
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I'm not super pleased with how this chapter came out, I hope it doesn't feel too rushed…

Warnings for this chapter: Rated T for language, violence and some gory imagery.
And without further ado…

Chapter 3:

Then:
Walking up the stone steps, Dean firmly knocked on the front door. At first there was no answer and Sam was considering picking the lock, but then finally a man opened the door. He was about as tall as Sam with a tan complexion. Short blonde messy hair topped his head with blue eyes. He almost looked like a surfer guy except older and wore classy clothes instead of baggy shorts.

The man instantly had a mixed expression on his face as he took a small step back. He looked like a cross between extremely relieved and extremely terrified at the same time.

"Hello, I'm agent Stark and this is my partner agent Banner—"

"No you're not, you're the Winchesters!" He gasped out with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry, have we met?" Dean eyed him suspiciously.

"No, but please, I need your help."

Now:

Dean's eyes met with Sam's before he grabbed the handgun that he had tucked behind his back under his belt, charging the man and pinning him against a wall with the gun pointed at his chest.

"Okay who are you!?" Dean demanded to the strange man. Dean has never seen this man in his life, so he must not be a friend of theirs. The man instantly raised his hands up in a submissive manner and turned his head to the side, scrunching his eyes shut.

"P-Please don't shoot me! M-My name is Allen Yamane! I know who you are because you are well known hunters! Please! My wife was kidnapped by vampires and I need you to save her!" He pleaded, his voice filled with fear. Sam tugged Dean's shoulders a little bit to get him to back off, and Dean put his gun down with a huff, but still held on to it just in case.

"Why would vampires kidnap your wife?" The youngest Winchester asked.

"Why are vamps letting people live?" Dean chimed in but Sam brushed him off. Allen took a breath, trying to get rid of some anxiety while letting his arms relax down. His blue eyes met with Sam's brown ones before he looked at the floor.

"Well you see, my wife is a witch. But she's a special one—what you would call a white witch. She has miraculous healing powers and she finds all her power from within herself. Normal witches have to call upon dark entities like demons for their powers, but she doesn't. I think that's why they took her." He explained.

"A witch? What does that make you?" Dean interjected, his handgun still ready in hands.

"Well, uhh, she had been trying to teach me, but I'm not very good at magic. I just end up researching and watching what she does." Allen explained. "Sybil's a wonderful person, and a wonderful witch. She has a day job as a nurse so she can help others! She would never hurt anyone." He said, trying to persuade Dean not to judge his wife poorly.

Sam looked at Dean and gave him the 'put your damn gun away' face, and Dean huffed before tucking his handgun back behind his belt.

"So how do you know it was vampires who kidnapped Sybil?" Sam asked, trying to gather information.

"I know it's vamps because this happens every year." Allen started. "There's a nest living in an old mansion just outside of town to the east, and they only seem to appear during the month of October. I don't know why, but they kidnap people and then disappear until next year. It's like they kidnap these people for farming their blood to last them until the next October when they come out and replenish their stock." He said, his voice quivering.

Sam felt his stomach churn from disgust and anger.

"That's fucking sick." Dean said, his anger rising.

"Yes it is, which is why I beg you to save my wife!" Allen pleaded again and Dean crossed his arms, his voice cracking and tears threatening to fall. Dean hesitated, but eventually spoke.

"Well that's it then. It doesn't matter if your wife is a witch, we can't let those blood suckers keep living, err—not living—or, whatever you know what I mean, and kidnapping people." He said before turning back towards the car.

"Please let me come with you—"

"No can do little man. Unless you're a qualified hunter, we don't do babysitting. Especially not on vampire nest raids." Dean interrupted, stepping into his Impala and shutting the door, Sam following behind him while giving Allen an apologetic look.

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Before they were to make the attack on the nest, they had swung by their hotel room to change their clothes and quickly stock up on supplies.

Sam felt uneasy. He could remember his vision from before, where it was him who was killed and the sharp pains he had felt in his neck when it happened. He really didn't like the idea of going on this hunt alone, something just wasn't right about it, but at the same time he didn't want to show his weakness and the fact that he was kind of having a freak out episode.

While about to get into the Impala, Sam finally spoke up against his pride.

"Don't you think we should get some back up for this? I mean, a whole nest of vamps against just us?"

"Do you want to bring your baby blanket too?" Dean teased.

Sam frowned and rolled his eyes before he sat down in the shotgun seat and slammed his door shut.

It didn't take long for the brothers to reach the vampire's mansion. It was still ominously foggy out and although they couldn't see where the sun was in the sky, they guessed it was near dusk because it was beginning to get darker. They had to wrap this up before it got too dark or they would be shit out of luck.

Dean parked about 100 feet away from the mansion in some overgrown shrubs as to obscure the Impala from sight, and then the brothers started their hunt. The whole area was already filled with a haunting forest, so they wouldn't have a whole lot of troubles staying out of view.

With machetes in hand and other various weapons hidden on them, they quickly and cautiously made their way to the mansion. When they reached it, it was painfully silent. No wind or animals making any sounds. Sam could hear his pounding heart in his ears it was so quiet.

The mansion was very old, probably over one hundred years. It was a Victorian style structure surrounded by overgrown everything: trees, bushes, vines, you name it. Window panes and shingles on the roof were falling apart and covered in green moss, giving the mansion that stereotypical haunted house feel.

"Did this place come straight out of Dracula or something? Seriously." Dean whispered, masking his own anxiety with his usual whimsical attitude.

With the stealth of professional hunters, they made their way up to the back door and slipped inside.

Instantly a putrid smell overcame them. They gave each other anxious glances before Dean nodded and pointed Sam to move into the other room to cover more ground.

Inside the house was nightmarish. Elegant but old wooden furniture littered the rooms and everything was coated with a thick layer of dust which made them look gray against the red velvet carpet and heavy drapes covering the windows. But what was the worst was how in each room there were various bloody limbs lying about, like dog chew toys.

Sam tried not to look at them and just continued to search the rooms for any Vampires or kidnapped victims. Going upstairs to where the bedrooms were, he walked through the darkening hallway. Shivering, he lifted his machete up a bit more in front of him. Wait, shivering? Sam breathed out only to see his own breath mist in the air. Shit. A ghost?

Quickly, he spun around to face what appeared to be once a young girl, now with her face bleached white and rotting with peeling skin and a flowing white dress.

Sam let out a sharp breath when the ghost flicked her wrist and sent him back into the wall, causing a loud crash. Dazed, Sam reached for his shotgun that he had attached to his belt and shot the apparition with a salt rock round before it had a chance to make a second attack. Instantly the ghost vanished with a demented screech.

Pulling himself up with the aid of the now smashed in wall, Sam managed to get back onto his feet only with a few grunts of painful protest. He just hoped that whole scuffle didn't blow his cover. In fact, what the hell was a ghost doing in a vampire nest anyways? Why would vampires leave bloody body parts lying around? Something wasn't right and he needed to let Dean know now.

Turning back towards the staircase to leave, Sam stopped in his tracks. Blocking his way was two identical men that Sam assumed were vampires. Both had pale skin and long black hair. They wore tattered jeans and black leather jackets.

"Now where do you think you're going, hm?"

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Dean didn't like this place one bit. Usually he's pretty tolerant to situations like this, but this place gave him the heebie jeebies and he hated it. He's always one to trust his gut instinct and this time it was telling him something was up.

The air around him hung heavy with a foul humid musk that made it hard to breath. Making his way into the kitchen, he found out why. His surroundings began to get more and more chaotic. Ripped up mattresses, broken furniture, stuff that looked like shit in corners 'that's fucking nasty as hell' and what bothered him most was how there was more limbs and chunks of flesh littered about. It caused the bile to rise in his throat and he covered his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket.

What was odd and random was how the walls were covered in various graffiti and supernatural symbols, and on the miraculously still standing table were a few old aerosol cans of spray paint.

A growling noise was heard from the room next to this one along with heavy shifting sounds. Quickly, Dean lifted up his machete and braced himself. Crashing through the doorway with a roar was a wendigo.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Dean yelled, unprepared for the monster that charged at him, throwing him onto the table and causing it to crash on to the ground underneath him. Dean held up the machete just in time for the wendigo to pounce on him and get stabbed in the gut in the process, spilling its blood on Dean's jacket. It let out a painful howl before snapping its jaws down at Dean and screaming in his face.

"Gross man, you need a mint or something." Dean grunted underneath the monster. Thinking quickly and with one hand holding the machete and pressing back the wendigo temporarily, he used his other hand to dig into his pocket and get his lighter.

All in one move, he kicked the wendigo off of him and then grabbed one of the aerosol cans, spraying it in front of the flame from the lighter and in a sense creating a flamethrower that instantly caught the beast on fire. It let out a blood curdling scream and tried to scratch the flames off its body as they seared its flesh. Fleeing from Dean, the wendigo rushed towards a window and jumped through it in an attempt to find a water source outside, sending shattered glass in all directions.

Dean remained still for a moment with his machete in front of him defensively until it got quiet. He huffed and pushed himself up out of the wreckage of what used to be a table, dusting himself off and checking for any injuries. Looking at his now blood soaked jacket, Dean groaned out of frustration.

Alarmed, he heard a loud crash from what he thinks was upstairs and instantly began to try and figure out where the fuck the staircase was in this maze of a house. They needed to get out of this hellhole because it wasn't a nest, it was a fucking community. They shouldn't have come without back up and Dean mentally cursed himself for that one. Hopefully Sam wasn't hurt.

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Sam's mouth went dry as fear welled in the pit of his stomach. He's never taken on more than one vampire by himself, but now wasn't the time for self-doubt. He had to think of something quickly before shit hit the fan. Masking his anxiety, he hunched his shoulders down slightly while keeping his machete in front of him defensively, all the while giving the vampires the Winchester glare.

"Where are the people you've kidnapped?" Sam demanded.

"Oh them? Well they're not here anymore." The vampire on the left said, his lips curling into a smirk.

"What did you do with them?" His panic was growing.

"Oh I don't think you should worry about them. You should probably be more concerned with yourself. You see, you're just like the others, and we would love it if you didn't make this any harder than it needs to."

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

"It doesn't matter; boss said he wants you so if you would so kindly surrender you won't get hurt."

The dread in Sam's stomach grew when he realized what they were planning. "Like hell I'm letting you do anything with me!"

The vampires gave each other chillingly amusing looks before turning back to face Sam. "Ah ah, wrong answer." Both said at the exact moment.

Instantly, the vampire on the right pounced forward, punching Sam in the gut and sending him back into the already crashed wall, causing the machete to get flung across the hallway. The other vampire brother approached Sam from the side, ready to give him a kick to the face. Instead, Sam grabbed the vampire's foot and pulled it towards the ground before upper-cutting him in the jaw, sending the vampire crashing back out of the way momentarily.

Grabbing Sam by the collar of his shirt, the other vampire brother punched him a few times in the face, dazing him slightly, before Sam kicked him in the knee, snapping his leg back. He let out a pained roar before growing furious and grabbing Sam by the neck.

"All right you little shit, you want to play dirty? Let's play!" Long sharp teeth slid down to fill the vampire's mouth before he ripped down the collar of Sam's plaid shirt to expose his tan skin. Sam barely had a moment to register the action before he felt something sharp bury itself into his flesh.

Without control, Sam let out a painful groan and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the blood being sucked from his veins. Struggling didn't make a difference because the vampire was too strong and had him pinned to a wall. Beginning to feel lightheaded, his mind began to get shrouded in a fog. This caused his panic to escalate quickly.

He was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it.

The vision from before began to flood his mind.

He was going to die.

Pain in his neck, laughing.

Die.

"NO!" Suddenly filled with a strange newfound power, Sam shoved his hands forward at the vampire's chest, flinging it off of him as it crashed into a door that was in the hallway.

The second vampire had been observing the whole ordeal from the shadows of the hallway and his eyes widened when Sam had flung off his brother with what seemed like psychic powers. Quickly, he vanished back into the depths of the mansion, leaving his vampire brother to perish. This was more important.

Shocked at what had just happened, all Sam could do was cover the wound from his neck with his hand and fight to remain conscious. 'Shit.' His vision was spotty and beginning to grow darker. He needed to get to Dean quickly before he passed out.

"Sam!"

Thankfully Dean appeared at the edge of the stairs, machete in hand and lunged at the vampire who was starting to lift itself up from the smashed door, and slicing it's head clean off. Blood splattered the wall before the vampire's headless corpse collapsed to the ground. Dean observed the vampire for a few seconds to make sure it was really dead before he was instantly by his brother's side.

"Shit Sammy, stay with me." He said, whipping out a bandana from his pocket and pressing it on the neck wound to slow the bleeding. There was blood everywhere. His brother's blood.

Sammy's blood.

"Come on man.." Dean's hands trembled slightly as he patted Sam's cheek in an attempt to rouse him back into consciousness.

"D'n…" Sam groaned at the new pressure that was on his neck. "This 'nt a nest…"

"I know. I don't know what the hell this place is but we have to get out of here." I'm sorry, I screwed up. You were right, we weren't prepared. Dean put his arm under Sam's shoulder to lift him up from the floor and helped him down the stairs and out of this shithole.

Up from a higher story window, the forgotten vampire watched as the Winchester's sped their Impala away as it kicked up dirt. Flipping open his phone, he dialed a number before holding it to his ear, all the while a haunting smile appeared on his face.

"-Yes, what is it?-"

"It's Adrian. Sam Winchester is exactly what you are looking for."

"-Excellent, Adrian.-"

"I have his scent. What will you like me to do?"

"-Collect him.-"

"Of course, sir."

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Oh I love me some cliffhangers, lol. I hope this chapter wasn't too horrible for you guys.
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