Author's Note: This chapter is so named because of one of my favorite movies. If you've seen the Tales From the Crypt movie "Bordello of Blood" then you're right with me. If not, there's a scene in that movie where the two lead guys go in to kill all these vampires with Super Soakers full of holy water (which is probably one of the coolest things I've ever seen-Super Soakers! Seriously!). The song "Ballroom Blitz" by The Sweet plays in the background of the sequence.
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Chapter Twelve: Ballroom Blitz
"Damn it," Mac groused. Danny, why do you have to be so damned stubborn? He looked over at Sam and Dean. "We have to move. Now."
Dean nodded. "I agree." He tapped a rifle and turned to Sam. "You ready?"
Sam nodded, holding a flask of holy water in one hand and an old-looking revolver in the other.
Dean passed around a few silver bullets to Mac, Stella and Flack. To the other officers, he said, "If you hit them, hit them somewhere where it'll hurt. If you knock them down, Sam can go Queen of Hearts (A/N: "Off with their heads!") on them."
"What do we do if they've already brought Caleph out of Hell?" Stella asked. It was the one question everyone had had on their minds all day.
Dean and Sam looked at her. "We hope that Caleph hasn't eaten yet," Dean said flatly. "Don't worry, Sammy and I will take care of that."
"So Caleph gets out, so what?" Flack asked. "Can't you just shoot him?"
Dean turned to Sam and rolled his eyes. "Now, is that really the solution for everything? Just shoot it?"
"Speaking of…" Flack tapped his side holster and looked directly at Dean. "Still in the mood," he warned.
"Oh, you'da done it already," Dean groused.
"Can we please get back on track here?" Stella barked.
"If Caleph gets out, and gets his live sacrifice, then we're screwed." Sam put in. "Magical rule of the cosmos, I guess. Don't really know how it works for sure, I just know that once he's out and has eaten…the world is up the creek."
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"Danny!"
Dalon Gareth burst out laughing. "You two know each other?!" he said. "And by the way, you're staring- Danny, was it?- I'm guessing you're in love with her!"
He looked down at Lindsay. "That is so sweet."
"How 'bout ya come on over here, an' I'll show ya how sweet I am," Danny hissed in Dalon's direction, his accent becoming more pronounced.
"You will be silent in front of the Master," Spike said, jabbing the point of the knife a little deeper into his side. Danny bit his tongue to keep from saying anything.
"Caleph will be pleased," Dalon said. He turned to a man Danny recognized as the not-so-dead Jason Vox and said, "Begin the incantation."
Danny looked at Lindsay. You okay? he mouthed. She nodded back. "What happens now?" Danny asked Spike, figuring she was the most likely to tell him. If they were going to make any kind of stand, they needed to know when the opportune time was.
"Daddy will bring Caleph forth. Your girlfriend will be his live sacrifice. And once he's had his offering, he will bestow powers on my Dad and his followers. Make us his army," Spike intoned, as if she was reading off a script.
Danny rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. The whole thing was just…ri-freaking-diculous! "So he wants to rule the world, or what?" he asked with a touch of sarcasm.
Spike looked at him. "Yes," she said simply. "Unlimited people to feed on, loyal followers."
Danny looked over at Lindsay. "Think I've seen this movie somewhere before," he said. "Don't worry, Mac and the others are on the way."
"I'm not worried," Lindsay said, but the tinge of fear in her eyes said otherwise.
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Dean, Sam, Mac and Stella, Flack and the NYPD had the building surrounded. Mac, although he was used to it, allowed Dean to be in charge of the siege. "Don't let it go to your head," Flack had warned him.
"This is what I do," Dean shrugged. "I'm out savin' the world, minus the badge and gun."
"Well, you do have the gun," Sam pointed out, and Dean smiled as he patted the rock-salt rifle.
"That is the truth," he said. "All right. Game time." He stuck the end of a dirty T-shirt sleeve into a bottle he'd found in the alley and filled partway with gasoline. Then he pulled out his book of matches. "Damn. I'm almost out." He turned to Flack. "Know where I can get a box of them cute little 'I LOVE NY' matchbooks?"
Flack said, "You save the world tonight, and I'll buy them for you. Hell, I'll even throw in the Statue of Liberty lighter."
"I'll hold ya to that," Dean said. He lit the fuse, and then threw it with all his might through the blacked-out window of Darkness Falls.
He heard a shriek, and a few yells, and then a flood of people went clambering outside. Sam took aim to shoot, but Dean grabbed his arm. "Don't. Those are the little fish. The big ones will stay inside to protect the ceremony downstairs." When the flood of people had ceased, Dean waved toward the building. Mac, Stella, Flack and the NYPD stormed in.
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Downstairs, Danny heard the very faint pop of gunshots. Apparently, Lindsay heard them to, and more hope than fear filled her beautiful eyes. Jason Vox was getting panicky, and Danny saw it. "That's the sound of the cavalry, boys," he told them. Jason had stopped reading. The three other men in the room, Dalon, and Spike heard it. "Keep reading!" Dalon ordered.
"But-"
"READ!"
Jason returned to the book he was holding. Dalon snapped his fingers and pointed to two of the men standing nearby. "Barricade the door. Nobody gets down here. I don't care if the building goes down in flames around us-"
"Well, ain't that convenient," a voice drawled, "'cause that's exactly what's going down."
Everyone in the room but Jason Vox turned to see Dean Winchester, Mac Taylor and Don Flack standing atop the stairs. Dean was holding onto one of the vampires from upstairs. He kicked him forward down the stairs, then whipped out a nasty-looking machete, and with one swing, severed the vampire's head. It rolled over near Dalon's feet.
"Ooh, careful. Don't step in that," Dean warned.
Just then, the room was silent. It took Lindsay a few seconds to realize what she wasn't hearing anymore.
Jason Vox had finished the incantation. There was a dead silence, and then the brick wall began to rumble. Light began to spill through around the blood-smeared doorway.
Dean Winchester nodded slowly. "Uh-huh," he said. "Well. This just got a bit more interesting."
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Upstairs, Sam had just finished blowing away a vampire with a silver bullet that Stella Bonasera had sent his way with a well-placed regular gunshot to the right shoulder when he felt the room quake. From downstairs, through the supposedly soundproof floor, he heard his brother yell.
"Sammy! Could use a little help down here!"
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