WARNING! FOLLOWING CHAPTER IS RATED M!

"GO, run!" Giselle demanded, leading everyone upstairs, leaving me, Vanessa and Dean to face the girl.

I pulled out the gun and aimed it at the girl, cocking the hammer before pulling the trigger.

The shot hit her in the arm, making her scream and cry out in pain.

I tried shooting again, only to find that the gun had jammed.

I tossed it to the side in aggravation.

"Any other great ideas?" Vanessa asked, stepping back as the girl got closer.

"Nope." Dean and I said in unison.

"Great, then I have time for one stupid one." She said, tossing herself across the room

Vanessa ran for her bag of weapons, just a mere two feet away, only to be struck in the abdomen by the girl's knife. Dean ran at the girl, trying, and failing, to tackle her, while I picked Vanessa up and raced her upstairs with the others.

I found the group in the bedroom furthest from the stairs, behind a locked door.

I pounded on the door with the side of my fist and shouted, "Giselle! Open up!"

There was a scraping sound before the lock clicked and the door creaked open.

Shock and horror filled Giselle's eyes as I brought Vanessa in.

"What happened?" Giselle, Kate, and Brian all asked at once.

"That girl stabbed me; it's not fatal or anything, so calm down." Vanessa answered, her voice growing softer and softer as she faded in and out of consciousness.

In half a heartbeat, Giselle was kneeling beside her older sister, digging out a huge hook needle and surgical thread from a nearby med kit.

She quickly threaded the needle before pulling her sister's bloody tank top off and ripping cloth from her own t-shirt to wipe away blood.

"Get your ass downstairs and help your brother!" She demanded, pointing to the door.

I did as I was told and raced out of the room and down the stairs.

Dean was under the girl, holding her wrists so she wouldn't claw his eyes out.

I raced over and tugged the girl off of him, throwing her into a wall.

She whimpered, like a dog that'd been beaten before forcing herself off of her knees.

A crazy smile crossed her face as screams erupted from upstairs.

"Giselle!" I shouted, grabbing the girl by hair tangled hair.

Dean picked up the girl's bloodied knife before closing his eyes and stabbing her with it.

The girl screamed as she died.

"Help!" I heard Kate scream from upstairs.

Dean and I raced up the steps.

What we saw horrified us.

There was a boy, no older than 16, covered in dirt and soot, thrusting a fire poker into Ted's chest.

Blood gurgled from his mouth as the boy twisted the poker around, a sickly satisfied look on his face.

Dean tackled the kid while I helped the remaining Carters climb out of the window. Giselle threw her sister over her shoulder in a fireman's carry before scaling the pipe down to the floor below.

"Wait, where's Danny?" Susan asked in a panicked tone.

Halfway down the pipe, I decided to climb back up and search for him.

I found him in the closet in the bedroom, eyes closed and hands over his ears.

"Danny, we've gotta go now." I said, grabbing his arms and leading him from the closet as quickly as I could. I instructed him on how to climb down the pipe before going to help Dean.

Dean stood over the boy, throwing violent punches.

The kid was long past dead.

"Leave him be, come on Dean, we gotta go." I pleaded.

Dean reluctantly stopped his viscous blows and followed me to the window, where we joined the rest of the group.

"Now what?" Brian asked, holding his son close to him.

"Get in your car and drive into town. Use a payphone and call the cops." Dean instructed.

The Carters obeyed, relief and fear crossing their faces.

I helped Giselle carry Vanessa over to her car.

"Hey! Those bastards slashed my fucking tires!" Dean yelled in rage.

"Ours too!" Brian shouted to us.

"Dammit!" Giselle groaned.

"I'll go back into the house and get the tire repair kit from under the sink." Brian offered.

"I'm going with you." Giselle stated, handing me her still passed out sister.

I opened the Impala and helped Vanessa lie down on the backseat.

Dean started the car and locked himself in with Vanessa, wanting to protect her from anything else.

"Why does this always happen to us?" Danny asked himself.

"What do you mean?" I asked kneeling in front of him, making sure our eyes met.

"All of this bad luck. First mom lost her job, then Uncle Ted's house burned down, and then our brother died, and now, our uncle is dead too. I think bad luck loves us." Danny grumbled.

Susan held Danny close to her as he spoke.

I patted his head.

"You'll be alright now. I promise, nothing bad will happen to you and your family as long as the four of us are here." I said.

Danny smiled and hugged me.

"Thank you mister." He said.

I smiled and let Danny go back to his mother.

"Maybe we should go check on them, they've been in there for too long." Dean suggested, rolling down his window.

"You're right. Guys, get into your car. Start the engine and lock all the doors. We'll be back." Dean instructed the Carters while opening the back door to the Impala and pulling his passed out girlfriend from the seat.

"Can she stay in your car while we're gone?"

Susan nodded and opened the door for her.

Dean placed Vanessa on the seat of the mini-van before closing the door.

The Carters piled into their car and locked the doors as instructed.

"Let's go." Dean said, running inside.

I followed after him.

"Brian? Giselle?" Dean and I shouted into the house.

"Over here!" Brian called out shakily from the kitchen.

Dean and I followed the voice and saw Giselle being choked by the girl, and Brian bleeding to death beside the girl's feet. Dean tugged Brian away from the scene, taking him outside. I tore Giselle away from the feral girl's grasp, before shoving a carving knife into her chest. The girl gurgled for breath before falling to the floor.

Behind me, Giselle gasped for breath, her voice hoarse and gravelly.

"Thanks." She breathed out.

"You're welcome." I replied, stepping over the girl's body and lifting Giselle up.

We patched up Brian, repaired the tires and said our solemn good-byes.

"Thanks so much, for everything." Susan smiled sadly, embracing Giselle, Dean, and I.

"Will your sister be alright?" Brian asked.

Vanessa groaned from inside the Carter's mini-van and shook herself awake.

"Looks like she's fine, wouldn't you say?" Giselle smiled.

We piled into our respected vehicles and drove off as the Carters phoned the police, promising not to mention our names to them.

This time, I rode shotgun in the Impala, letting Giselle be alone with her sister.

"That was one wild investigation, wasn't it?" I asked, trying to start a conversation.

"It was sad, wasn't it? I mean they were just like animals, defending their home turf, and we came in and slaughtered them for it." Dean said, leaning towards his driver's side window.

"No, we slaughtered them because they were trying to kill the Carters." I corrected.

Dean remained quiet.

I sighed and turned to my window.

"You know we are going to have to talk about what happened in Hell, don't you?" I asked.

Dean shrugged.

"It was hot, lonely, and I felt like I was in there for years. That's all I can remember." Dean lied.

"Bullshit!" I exclaimed.

Dean swerved to the side of the road, parking beside a dirt ditch.

"What the Hell do you want from me Sammy?" Dean shouted, turning to me.

"How about the truth for once Dean?" I replied.

"I'm telling you the truth, why can't you just accept that?"

"Look Dean, I can tell when you're lying to me!"

"Well you haven't exactly been truthful either Sam! What's going on with you and that Ruby bitch anyways?"
"Nothing, what do you mean?"

"Now I call bullshit! I saw how cuckoo for cocoa puffs you went when you saw her at the bar. Either you two are screwing each other, or you're drug buddies, or something Sam!" Dean's face went as red as the Devil.

I stayed silent.

He was right, we did screw each other once, and we were technically drug buddies. (If you count demon blood as a drug).

"So I was right, huh? You two are screwing each other. Does Ruby know that you're also fucking Giselle?" Dean seethed.

"We aren't having sex anymore! It was a onetime deal Dean. I was drunk and Ruby came onto me."

"Well then what about the drug buddy theory?"
"I'm not on drugs Dean!"

A honking horn interrupted us.

Giselle's Mustang pulled next to us. Vanessa rolled down her window and Dean did the same.

"Where we going next?" Dean asked.

"We're going back to the hotel to get cleaned up and changed. Listen, Giselle and I were thinking of going to the liquor store down the street and buying some whiskey or something. Are you two up for it, or do you wanna just get the Hell out of Dodge?" Vanessa called.

"Yeah, we could all use some booze tonight. We'll hit the liquor store; you two just go back and get cleaned up." Dean called back.

"Okay, see ya in a little while." Vanessa said, signaling her younger sister to drive.

Giselle obliged and soon, the two girls were ahead, leaving us in their dust.

Without a word, Dean caught up to them, passing them quickly before pulling into the parking lot of 'Happy Got Lucky Liquor'.

"Nice name huh Sammy?" Dean chuckled as he exited the car.

I smiled and followed him in.

We walked around the small store, grabbing two six-packs of Keystone for all of us, a bottle of Captain Morgan for me and Dean, and some Kettle One Vodka for the girls.

We strode up to the clerk behind the counter and placed our items on the counter in front of him.

"Having a party tonight gentleman?" The older man asked.

Dean smiled and pulled out his wallet.

"Nah, I'm not much for parties."

The clerk chuckled.

"I hear ya brother. That'll be $18.50." He said, handing us the bag of booze along with the two 6 packs.

Dean handed the man a $20 bill and we exited the shop, booze in hand.

"Do you wanna just get some flicks before we head back? There isn't a whole lot on T.V. lately anyways." I suggested.

"Sure. Let's hit the Blockbuster. We'll get The Pumpkin Karver and the Nightmare on Elm Street series."

"Cool." I agreed.

We stopped at the video store and picked up the movies we wanted.

We drove in silence, neither of us knowing what to say.

It was Dean who finally broke the silence.

"So, where do we watch these movies? Your place or mine?" He chuckled.

I smirked and replied, "You and Vanessa can come over and watch with us if you want."

Dean parked the car in front of the motel and climbed out, jogging up to my motel room. I followed.

"Honey, we're home!" Dean called inside.

Vanessa came from inside the restroom, drying her damp red hair with a bright white towel.

"What kind of booze did you two get? Anything good?" She asked, tugging on the hem of her pistachio- colored Care Bear shorts.

"We got Keystone, Morgan, and Kettle 1. Is that good enough for you?" Dean smiled, placing the booze on the small coffee table as I popped Pumpkin Karver into the D.V.D player.

Vanessa and Dean grabbed four shot glasses and started popping some popcorn in the small microwave that sat in the kitchenette area.

"Do I smell booze and butter?" Giselle called from the shower.

Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Were you two taking a shower together?" He asked, a sly grin crossing his face.

Vanessa slapped his arm.

"No, I took a shower 1st and when I got out, she jumped in, you perv." She grumbled, pouring herself a double shot of vodka.

A moment later, Giselle joined us, holding a steaming bowl of buttered popcorn.

I pressed play.

Giselle snuggled close to me on the carpeted floor; sneaking looks at me that would make the Devil himself melt with desire.

Vanessa and Dean lied on the couch, making out; it was clear where they were headed.

We weren't even halfway through the movie when Dean said, between passionate kisses, "Let's call it a night guys."

Giselle and I didn't even have a chance to speak before Dean and Vanessa retreated back to their room, letting the door to our room slam shut.

"They don't waste any time do they?" Giselle laughed, sending me a lustful look.

"No, they don't. So why should we?" I flirted, hoping she'd get the message.

She laughed and took a seat on my lap, kissing me with such a force that it knocked me onto my back.

Our shirts flew from our bodies as we stood.

I tossed her onto the bed and a surprised moan escaped her lips, making me smirk.

I climbed on top of her and we wriggled out of our Levi's and undies, leaving us naked.

"Hold on, I need a condom." I mumbled through our kiss.

Giselle dug into the bedside drawer and handed me a fresh one.

I slipped it on before continuing our little 'activity'.

~5 minutes later~

Giselle and I panted in unison, our orgasms building.

We were almost at our peak when I felt a rip.

"Crap, the condom broke." I groaned, pulling out of her.

Giselle whined in protest.

"It's alright, just finish what started." She pleaded.

I smirked and did as I was asked, tossing the reject condom into the nearby trash bin.

Giselle moaned and screamed in pleasure as I thrust in and out of her.

She wrapped her long legs around my waist and thrust herself forward into my length, making her scream even louder.

I moaned as I came, cum flowing into Giselle.

She came too, covering my length with her wetness.

I rolled away, panting.

She snuggled close to me throwing an arm over my chest, her bare breast brushing up against my rib cage.

I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and held her close to me.

"Doesn't this remind you of the good old days?" She laughed, scooting in closer to me.

I nested my face in her hair and said, "It sure does."
Soon, we were both asleep.