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Warning: Nasty stuff. Otherwise, same as usual.

Author's Warning: So, this is the second last chapter, peoples. Thanks to everyone who's reviewing! Hope you enjoy this slice of pie!

Chapter 14: The Last Fight

Previously…

And then the vampire knelt by the hunter, knife glinting in the dimly lit barn as Zane lifted it above Sam, point aimed at his stomach. The vampire leaned in, grabbing onto Sam's uninjured shoulder and sitting him up.

"Thanks, hunter," Zane whispered menacingly. "Least you made me look good."

Sam stared into his opponent's eyes and didn't bother answering. The blade began plunging down.

The actual farmhouse seemed quiet as Dean and Holden approached. They did so on foot, not willing to alert any vampire to their presence before they could stake the place out.

It was just dark, the sun having set maybe half an hour ago. They were ready, willing, and determined to kill a few undead bastards the world had decided to call vampires. Each was armed to the teeth with blades dipped in dead man's blood, and Dean had pulled a second crossbow from somewhere, complete with dipped darts. Dean hoped it would be enough.

The house was clearly empty. Or rather, the barn was so obviously the centre of the night's attention that the two ignored the house.

Holden followed Dean silently around the barn as the two looked for any way into the place besides the too conspicuous double doors etched with light. They had gone around once, quickly, and found nothing. Back where they started, Dean turned to the cop.

"See anything?" the hunter asked. Holden shook his head.

"Nothing," the cop spat disgustedly.

Dean looked around, sighing, before something caught his eye. He took his hands off his head and walked over to the wall, peering at what looked like a small square nine or ten feet off the ground.

"That look like a door to you?" he asked Holden, who had been looking as well, a relieved smile spreading over his face.

"Could be," his companion answered. "Gimme a boost, let me have a look."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Yeah right," he retorted. "I know what I'm looking at, Holden. You don't."

The cop crossed his arms. "You're a civilian, Connors. I'm not letting you take the lead on this."

Dean smothered a laugh. "Civilian? Copper, you have no idea what the hell you're dealing with. See, in my world, you're the civilian."

He sighed, seeing Holden about to answer back. "Look, dude. We don't have time to argue. My brother's in there, having who knows what done to him. Your brother-in-law's in there, dealing with the same thing. We don't have time to argue!"

Holden caved immediately. "Fine, let's do this bitch then."

They moved to the wall and Holden bent, cupping his hands. A moment later Dean was pushing open the small door, wincing as it creaked, but well aware that it wouldn't be heard over the multitude of cheers he could hear coming from the barn.

He looked in.

The first thing he noticed was the cage. Or rather, the two men inside it, fighting hard. He almost gave away his position as he saw Sam. His Sammy, his little brother, fighting hard against another man – a vampire Dean realized. He almost called out, and then again as he watched the vampire punch his little brother.

He tore his gaze away from the cage with a lot of difficulty to study the rest of the barn. About twenty vampires were the ones making all the noise, cheering as the vampire punched Sam again. On the other side there were about seven men, prowling inside their individual cages, watching the fight with frightening intensity.

He looked down, and almost fell off Holden's shoulders. Right there was a man staring up at him with surprise. He didn't recognise him, but he was obviously a prisoner, locked in his own cage. In fact, six or so cells ran along the wall, each holding one or two men. All of whom seemed to be staring at him.

Dean looked down and motioned that he was going in. Holden pushed and Dean tumbled noiselessly over the edge into the man's cell.

"Hey," Dean greeted quietly. "Dean Connors. Gimme a lift so I can bring my mate in?"

The man, still a little stunned, complied, and a moment later, Holden tumbled into the cell. He stood, dusting himself off, before looking up at the captive.

"James?" the man asked with relief.

"Blake!" Holden answered. "Thank God you're okay. Kate's been worried sick. She'll be so glad…"

Dean shut their reunion out as he stalked to the front of the cell. His heart thumped when he saw Sam was down, but certainly not out. The vampire had a knife, and some kind of baton thing, but Sam was on his feet, limping slightly and totally unaware of his imminent rescue.

The hunter made quick work of the lock on the cell he was trapped in and ran out silently, keeping his appearance unseen. He moved quickly onto the next cell, intent on letting everyone loose before he attacked. Holden and the other man, Blake followed, while Blake took two knives from Holden.

A blood-curdling scream made him stop two feet from the door.

He turned, face draining of colour, to see Sam rolling over, shoulder obviously dislocated. He couldn't move, he felt petrified; everyone did, even as the vampire leaned down and pressed the end of the baton against his brother.

He swore his heart stopped as Sam thrashed on the floor of the cage not once, but twice. It restarted sluggishly as the vampire dropped the prod. And Dean started moving as the vampire knelt by Sam and looked set to plunge the knife into his little brother's gut.

"Sam!"

Zane looked around at the scream, distracted for the moment from sinking the knife into Sam. The hunter gave a mental sigh of relief that he wasn't dead, and then punched Zane square in the jaw.

The vampire fell back as Sam groaned once at the pain in his shoulder. But he dealt with it and rolled over, grabbing the prod in his good hand.

He got to his feet simultaneously with the vampire. Zane looked murderous and kept on stealing glances around him, where the men who had been his prisoners a moment ago were now fighting the vampires. In the corner of his eye, Sam could see Dean struggling to get to the cage, to get to him, but he had to ignore that too. But the knowledge that Dean was here gave him confidence, and he stood, crouched in a defensive stance, swinging the prod.

Zane glared at him, pale face etched in angry red. His grip on his knife tightened. "I'm still going to kill you hunter," he spat threateningly. Sam let his dislocated arm dangle, knowing it was a bad idea but needing his other free in order to defend. He determinedly ignored the pain shooting through his arm.

"Bring it on, bitch," he spat back, thumbing about for the switch that would send electricity coursing through Zane's body. Sam wanted to make him pay.

Zane leapt forward and Sam lashed out. The prod swung, like a baton, hitting the vampire in the side of the head. The blow knocked him back but Sam kept the same distance, moving forward and to the side. He swung again, this time catching Zane in the arm. The vampire howled, clutching at the bruised limb and Sam took the opportunity to land a blow in the open area just below the ribs.

He maintained the same distance again as Zane backed away, fear in his eyes for the first time. The hunter kept on advancing until the vampire backed right into the wall of the cage. Zane slashed wildly with the knife, but Sam blocked hard with the prod and the impact made the vampire drop his weapon. It clattered in the ground, but neither noticed how loud the sound was in the now quiet barn. All that mattered for both was the other, the fear in one's eyes, and the anger and hatred in the other's.

Sam took a final step forward, his knuckles white around the end of the prod. Eyes like steel, he didn't waver from staring deep into Zane's as he thrust the prod forward with all his wavering strength. Zane, despite his supernatural strength, gasped as the prod embedded itself in his gut.

Sam didn't stop there though. This bastard deserved pain. He had murdered, or caused the murder of dozens of men, good men, bad men, it didn't matter. Humans in any case. He had kidnapped Sam and so many others simply for the pleasure of watching them die. And that burned inside him as he triggered the electricity.

Zane screamed as it coursed through him, starting deep in his stomach and seeming to travel through his very blood. And Sam didn't care. He stared, the anger making him indifferent. The screams didn't affect him, the looks of every human and vampire still in the barn didn't affect him, Dean's cries at him didn't affect him. Because the anger made him ignore it, made him ignore everything except keeping a hold of that trigger and causing as much pain as he could.

Dean finally unlocked the door to the cage, his concentration a little frazzled by the constant screams of the vampire in the cage. The screams Sam was causing. He had no idea what had happened to his little brother to make him so thirsty for revenge, but he wasn't going to let it continue.

He raced over to the other side of the cage and grabbed Sam around the shoulders, dragging the younger hunter back. Still he didn't let go of the prod, pulling it from the impaled, bloodied vampire.

"Sam, chill!" Dean instructed loudly, blocking Sam's wild attempts at escaping this new foe. "Sam, it's me. Come on dude, calm down."

Footsteps hurried past; it was Blake, machete in hand, stolen from a downed vampire. He went by, giving Sam a sympathetic look, before putting the vampire in the cage out of its misery.

Dean turned away, glad that it was done, and concentrated back on Sam, who seemed to be coming out of some kind of trance. The younger man looked about, blinking forcedly before setting his gaze on Dean.

"Dean?" Sam asked wearily. Then his body seemed to collapse, exhaustion and pain rolling in as if it had been waiting for the moment Sam was safe to assail him. "About freaking time, man."

The lights of three ambulances swirled silently in the night. Cops milled about everywhere, making Dean uncomfortable where he stood next to Sam, who sat in the back of one of the ambulances. The cops had left them both about ten minutes ago, after Dean had told them the story he and Holden had decided on. According to the reports that would fill police files, he and the cop had arrived at the farm to find it empty of any and all kidnappers. And no one had any idea where they had gone.

In truth, they had burned the bodies while waiting for the cops and paramedics to show up, doing it quickly with the aid of gasoline from the trunk of the Impala. The ash had been spread around the place.

Dean raked worried eyes over his little brother. His dislocated arm had been fixed, and now hung in a sling. Dean had been shocked to see numerous bite marks littered over several bruises that made an interlocking pattern over his torso. But apart from that his brother was fine, at least physically. The prod had seemed to have no lasting effect on his heart and he had no concussion or broken bones.

But Sam had refused to talk to the police. In fact he hadn't said much since they left the barn, staring silently into the distance at something no one else could see.

Sam sat up straighter as the paramedics came back from checking others over. Dean watched them approach, and knew they were coming back to try to convince Sam to come to hospital. Dean would have been right along there with them if he had thought it would do any good. But his little brother was a stubborn ass, and he didn't want to go.

"You sure you don't want to come?" the taller man asked, his voice a little pleading. "You might still have some problems we can't find."

Sam shook his head. "I'll be fine. If I get into trouble, Dean'll take me."

The shorter man sighed. "Okay. If we can't convince you -."

"You can't," Sam interrupted, getting gingerly to his feet. His knee, while not permanently damaged, still created a limp. "I think you need your vehicle back."

They walked away before the paramedics could try further, Dean resisting from lending a hand to his limping brother. They found Holden and Blake by the barn, talking with another cop. The third man left as they approached, and the two greeted them tiredly.

"How you feeling?" Blake asked Sam. The younger man shrugged.

"As well as can be expected," Sam answered. Not that he had given anyone any indication of what they could expect. They had no clue what had happened to him in that house, not even Blake. "What about you?"

Blake smiled. "I'm fine. And I have you to thank for that." The cop shook his head. "I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for you, Sam. Bailly would have killed me if I fought him. You saved my life."

Sam blushed. "It's no big deal," he defended quietly, keeping his head down. Dean frowned, noticing that his brother didn't seem happy with the reminder. Then Sam's head snapped up.

"What happened to Boreal?" he asked, just remembering the vampire. "He wasn't with the lot that we smoked."

"Who?" Dean and Holden asked together, both confused. But Blake seemed to know who Sam was talking about. The cop shook his head.

"He escaped. Just as the fighting broke out, I saw him leave through the hatch. He seemed happy that James and Dean had turned up though."

Sam pursed his lips, thinking back. Yeah, he could see that. Boreal would definitely have been pleased at the decimation of the nest. He hadn't liked them. But he was still out there, sucking on innocent people. He supposed there wasn't much he could do about that.

"So, what are you two doing now?" Holden asked, looking between the brothers.

Dean glanced at Sam. "For now, we're sleeping. A lot. But we're leaving as soon as possible. This town's got too many bad memories."

For a wonder Sam flinched, but neither cop seemed to think much on it. Dean did, and he sighed inwardly, knowing that two days being held by vampires had done nothing to help his little brother. They would have to talk. And soon.

Holden nodded, sticking out his hand. "Thanks a lot, Connors," he said. "I couldn't have done this without your help."

Dean took the hand, his eyes conveying every bit of his own gratitude that he would never express in words. He shook Blake's hand as well, and Sam followed suit. And they turned and left, silence once more beginning to eat away at them.

I hope you like how I ended the Fight Club Sam was in. Lots of people were sure Dean was coming in to kick some vampire butt, and I tried, I really really did, but it just didn't seem to work! It was frustrating, to say the least. So, I hope this was okay enough.

Anywho, there's only one more chapter to go. I figure the boys need some closure before I let them loose on the next idea I have planned. I really didn't have the heart to leave Sam so emotionally fragile and brokeded.