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Supernatural belongs to the CW. I only own the plot. Okay, got the first chap of my next Hunters story done; now I just need to start on the second chap.

Meanwhile, Kate was in her lair, planning an attack with the remainder of her pack.

"The hunters must die," she declared.

"Yes," the other vampires hissed. They would avenge Luthor's death. The hunters would be killed.

"We should rip them apart," a vampire suggested.

"Drain their blood," another vampire advised. Kate grinned.

"Both excellent ideas," she approved. "As soon as we catch them, we'll implement them together," she continued. The vampires hissed eagerly and headed out. Back at the hotel room, Dean had recovered from his outburst and was now checking their weapons and other supplies.

"Dean, are---are you---" Sam began to ask.

"I'm all right, Sammy," Dean responded, cutting his younger brother off. Sam nodded and joined his brother in his actions. John watched as his boys cocked and swabbed two rifles. He didn't know what to say. All he could feel was a deep shame at how he had failed them.

"Boys, I think we need to talk," John stated.

"Cristo," Sam instantly said.

"Sammy," Dean and John reprimanded.

"Just checking," Sam weakly protested with a shrug.

"I don't know what to do with you, Kiddo," John murmured with fondness. "Seriously, we need to discuss this," he continued.

"Yes, Sir," Dean agreed with a sigh. He didn't want to talk, but he wasn't going to disobey his father.

"You guys talk. I just want to forget," Sam stated. He didn't want to talk and he didn't want Dad or Dean prying.

"Sammy, you can't just ignore this," John told him.

"I buried it once, and I can do it again. There's nothing to talk about," Sam insisted.

"Come on, Sammy. You had it way worse than me. I mean, you told me that he not only touched you but beat you as well," Dean pointed out.

"He what?" John asked furiously. Oh, man. No wonder he was so skittish after our fight, he thought to himself.

"Dude! Do you have to go into total share mode?" Sam asked furiously, whirling around to glare at his brother.

"Sammy, come on. Please. Let's just talk," John implored. Begging his boys to talk to him wasn't his style, but he could sense that this was important and his usual hunter mentality wouldn't help things.

"No! You and Dean wanna talk, fine! But don't make me!" Sam exclaimed, turning back to the weapons. Suddenly, the door burst open!

"Hope we're not interrupting," Kate grinned. Then, "Actually, I don't really care. I just wanna pick you clean, hunters."

"Well, that's a lovely image," Dean muttered. Sam, meanwhile, had backed up until his back had hit the wall. He stared at the vampire, eyes wide.

"Hiya, Sammy," Kate chirped. Dean and John each grabbed a weapon and pointed it at the pack.

"Hunters and their toys," the female vampire sighed in exasperation. John tightened his grip on the dagger he had picked up and pointed it menacingly.

"You get away from my boys," John threatened. The vampires hissed and lunged at the hunters. Immediately, Dean and John blocked the attack and made their own retaliation. Sam just stared, unable to move. He couldn't---he couldn't do this. All he could think about was Kate's hands all over him.

"Sammy! A little help here!" he vaguely heard Dean called. However, he just stared into space. Then, he heard his older brother cry out in pain.

"DEAN!" With his own cry, Sam moved forward, grabbed a long sword, and rushed into the melee. Many vampires fell to the weapon as the youngest Winchester made his way to his brother. Kate looked up from her position of pinning Dean to the floor and bared her fangs.

"Looks like we need to have a little talk, Sammy," she declared. Sam's Adam's apple wobbled. Lyle advanced on Sam who nervously backed away.

"Looks like we need to have a little talk, Sammy," the man said warningly.

"N---no, Sir," Sam stammered.

"Sam, snap out of it," Dean managed to choke out. The gagging sound spurred the young man into action. Kate barely had a chance to scream before the sword came at her sideways. The body fell to the ground and Dean pushed it away. The remaining vampires looked at the Winchesters and then fled.

"Way to clear a room, Sammy," Dean weakly joked as John helped him up.

"You boys okay?" John questioned.

"Yes, Sir," Sam and Dean chorused. John blew out a breath and paced slowly. Then, he stopped and faced his sons.

"We really need to talk," the eldest Winchester proclaimed.