I feel so bad about not updating yesterday after that evil cliffie of doom, but for the first time since Prom real life trumped Super. I know. It's shocking. I wanted to get a dress for Homecoming, so that's where I was. All day. Seriously, from, like 1 to 7. My feet were killing me!
Anywho, here's the update!
Dean watched as the vampire broke through the window, flew the short distance to John's bed, and closed a cold hand around his father's chin, forcing the older man to look into its eyes. He saw his opportunity and leapt from the bed, powerful muscles uncoiling, to launch himself into the weak beginnings of the plan that had formed in his mind since he'd first sensed the vamp. As he flew towards the creature, he reached down and sliced through one of the ropes that bound his father to the bed with his claw.
He tackled the vampire to the floor, rolling off the clammy creature and rising to his full height, hoping to intimidate it. The vamp also rose, brushing itself off, and towered over him, a lank monster that could have made Sam look tiny.
Dean flattened his ears back again, ducking his head and snarling, the sound of his deep growl filling the room and rousing John from the weakened stupor the vampire had left him in.
Dean pounced, claws outstretched, and managed to gouge a chunk out of the other creature's shoulder before it stumbled back to the wall, grabbing his snout and cutting off his air supply as it gazed into his eyes. He felt himself weakening almost instantly, and not just because of the lack of oxygen. He struggled to keep his focus as his mind began to swim. He reached out and pushed the vampire to the floor.
Leaning up against the wall for support as he regained his strength, Dean looked toward his father, who seemed to have almost fully recovered from the vamp's attack and was just starting to notice that one of his wrists was free.
The vampire jumped up and tried to grab hold of the wolf again, but Dean was ready for it and dodged its attack, spinning as it slammed into the wall and pinning it there, its face away from his. He leaned in close, sticking his nose beneath its ear and growling low in his throat. The noise elicited a shudder from his captive, a sign that the creature knew that it had a definite fight on its hands.
Without warning, the vamp sent its elbow straight back into Dean's stomach, causing the wolf to stumble backward. The other creature pushed itself from the wall and turned to face Dean just as he was regaining his balance.
They circled each other, eyes flashing, teeth bared. From the corner of his eyes, Dean watched as his father began struggling with the remaining rope that held him to the bed.
Suddenly, the vampire leapt, slamming Dean up against the wall. It placed both hands on his shoulders moved its head steadily closer, forcing the werewolf to lower his snout and look it in the eyes.
Dean felt himself weakening again as the vamp started to feed, sapping his energy. Every muscle relaxed and his body slumped down, relying on the hungry vampire to keep him upright. His eyelids grew heavy as bricks and it became a fight to even stay awake.
He saw a slight movement at his side, but was too tired to focus, too tired to think, too tired to even breathe. He barely noticed as something warm and wet splashed over him, soaking his head and splattering his shoulders and chest. He was only aware of falling, sliding down the wall, slumping over until he was lying almost flat on the floor.
He looked up with tired eyes to see his father, a man he now knew that he could trust, a man that had forgiven him for his shortcomings, for being bitten, and had accepted him once again as his son.
And then he saw the knife. Long and silver, it was drenched in the vampire's blood and held tightly in John's hand, pointed at Dean. "A monster is a monster," John snarled, his face contorting with a mixture of sorrow and fear as he stared down at the werewolf. Dean let his eyes slide shut.