Chapter 4: Leave Me Alone

A/N: I would first like to thank the two other users who followed/favorited this fanfic. I didn't think anyone would like it and even though it's not much, I'm still grateful.

The title for this chapter is inspired by Go by Meg Myers. I have the idea for this chapter in my head I'm just not sure it's going to be top notch but without further ado here it is:

Dean and Sam strode into the vacant bar with purpose, their eyes on the target.

"I didn't think you boys could make it," she rasped, downing her sixth shot of the night clearly unsatisfied with her current sober state.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Dean taunted with a tight smile, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he and Sam stood on either side of the brunette girl.

"So, you gonna keep your promise?" She queried, cocking one eyebrow and locking her blue eyes with the older Winchester.

"I never break my promises."

Katalina dropped her attitude as Sam made a fast attempt to prick her with the needle only to be stopped by the girl's hand tightly gripping his wrist.

"That's fine by me," she hissed standing up, her grip still strong on Sam's wrist, giving Dean an icy glare before twisting Sam's hand and shoving Dean with her forearm as he began to advance her.

Kicking the younger brother to the ground, she threw a right hook at the older one sending him staggering back.

Using her enhanced speed, Katalina picked Sam up by the collar, pinning him to the nearest wall before Dean could even process the event.

Her eyes turned blood red as the veins under them were made visible, Sam's own eyes allowing the fear to show.

"Do you really think you can kill me?" She enquired with gritted teeth as she snatched the syringe from Sam's hand, tossing it to the hardwood floor, the glass shards scattering.

Watching Sam's eyes with intent, she noticed them disengage with her own to glance behind her.

Sam fell to his knees as she released her grip, blocking Dean's attack with her forearm before fully spinning around to face him, giving him a left hook. Kicking and punching, she continued her assault, advancing on him as he stumbled backwards.

Raising her arm, concentrated on the attack, she didn't notice a strong arm grab her own and before she knew it, the younger hunter had her arms in his tight grip.

As she struggled, Dean grabbed for the syringe in his waistband, injecting her in the neck, making her stop her movements and stare down at the object sticking out of her neck.

"Bitch," she cursed as the liquid entered her bloodstream, pain overtaking all emotion as she fell limp in Sam's arms.

…

Katalina awoke, her ears ringing before registering the sounds of breathing as her eyes adjusted to her surroundings. A sharp pain was burning through her wrists as she realised she was tied to a chair by ropes drenched in the acidic herb. She scanned the room which appeared to be one of a motel. Lifting her head, her eyes met those of the Winchesters, towering above her.

"So I see you boys learned about vervain," she said, a tired smile appearing on her face.

…

The two hunters had been researching for what felt like hours, attempting to figure out where the vampire nest was. At times, the older of the two would come up to the still bound vampire, slowly running a bit of vervain down her cheek, demanding the location of the nest as her face burned only to be healed back into its flawless form. She stayed quite, biting her bottom lip, only responding to answer his question, the same answer each time.

"I. Don't. Know." She growled at Dean for what must have been the hundredth time.

"You do realise that I am nothing like those vermin who dare call themselves vampires," she continued, "This is all just a big coincidence. I have no business here."

"I'll ask one more time. Where is the nest?"

"And I'll tell you one more time, I. Don–Ah!" Katalina yelled in pain as she shoved the flower of vervain into her mouth only to be spat back out.

"Asshole," she murmured as he angrily walked off.

…

"I got it," Sam exclaimed, throwing his hands up in surprise.

"You sure?"

"Yea, a residence was sold in this neighbourhood over a week ago, around the time the bodies started showing up."

"So?"

"It was an old warehouse Dean. It might as well have had a giant sign saying 'Vamp Nest' on it."

"Alright, let's go," Dean replied, the two brothers gathering their items before heading for the door.

"Wait hold on, you're just gonna leave me here?" Katalina spoke up. She had been watching the interaction between the two since she woke up from her last vervain shot, piping up every two seconds to add her own snarky comments.

"Seems like it," the older Winchester snapped at her, making an attempt to leave.

"Dean, we can't just leave her here," Sam intervened.

"And why the hell not?"

"She might try to escape," Sam stated the obvious.

Dean sighed glancing at the girl who had raised one eyebrow, curious as to where this was going. She watched him as he walked over to his duffel bag, searching for another shot of vervain only to come out empty.

"Aww, no more poison?" Kat pouted, "How unfortunate."

Dean glared at her. Sick and tired of her attitude, he grabbed a wooden stake from the same duffel, moving towards her as her smug expression fell.

"What are you doing?"

"What I've been wanting to do ever since I met you, sweetheart."

"Dean! Don't," Sam yelled, a little too late. His older brother had shoved the stake into the left side of her chest earning a yelp from her as she went pale, her veins becoming more evident.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Well what was I supposed to do Sammy? She was driving me insane."

"Anything but driving a stake into her aorta would've been good."

"She was dangerous."

"She was useful!"

Dean gave up, "What's done is done. Can we just go and kill those vamps already?" He suggested as he left out the door.

Sam followed behind, looking back at her limp corpse before exiting.

…

Thirty-five minutes had passed since the two had left. The ticking of the clock enveloped the room.

Slowly the veins began to sink back into her body as the colour of her skin returned to a sun-kissed shade. She groaned in pain as she looked at the stake still buried deep in her chest, unable to pull it out with her tied hands.

She sighed, knowing the pain that was about to follow. Pulling hard against her restrains, they snapped off, her hands burning from the vervain. Immediately after she reached for the piece of wood, gripping it with both hands, taking a deep breath and drawing it out, tossing it onto the floor. As she felt the hole in her chest heal up, she let out the air she had been holding in. Her plan had worked. The idiots didn't know an original vampire if one came up to them and ripped out their carotid.

Standing up, Katalina set her eyes on the single exit, her mind set on getting as far from the town as possible.

As she got outside, her good senses kicked in. She knew the vamps at the nest weren't ones the brothers had experience with. More specifically, she knew that the head vampire was someone she knew personally. An old affair. She had turned him herself. He was fun to play with for a while, but then he began to kill and turn. Soon he had a whole mob of sired vampires, standing by his side. Pests, they were, and considering how the Winchesters had handled her, it was obvious they would struggle fighting 400 year old vampires.

Sighing, she turned around, "I should really just turn these emotions off," she mumbled as she sprinted towards the warehouse.

…

Arriving at the rundown building, she had managed to convince herself that saving the brothers was all part of her plan to gather up allies and nothing more but the sound of commotion hit her ears and broke her train of thought as she set off into the building.

Creeping towards the room emitting the sound, she sauntered in with composure, a calm expression painted on her face as she took in the scene. Five dead vampires lay on the ground. Three impaled, two decapitated. At the upper right corner of the small room, the Winchesters took on many more vampires, fighting back just as well. She wasn't going to lie to herself, she was impressed. One of the immortal beings knocking down the younger brother, distracted Dean putting him in a compromising position. Time to intervene.

"Daniel," she sing-songed his name, abruptly stopping all actions. All eyes on her. Sam and Dean gawked, their expressions priceless, "Judging by the look on your face, I'm guessing you don't remember who I am. I guess 400 years can really do that to a person," she continued, all her focus on Daniel.

His expression changed instantly, "Katalina," he stated.

"Bingo," she teased with a plastic smile, "Now, I recommend you and your little 'posse' here, leave this town right now or I will make your life a living hell."

Daniel laughed, making an attempt to remove the smile off her face only to have her look amused.

"You've gone soft Katalina. I remember you being a lot more…aggressive, in my time," he smirked, "Clearly you could never take on me and all my men. I've been feeding them the best meat in town."

"Clearly," she jested her smile fading knowing that the type of blood a vampire drinks does nothing to enhance strength, "You still know nothing about vampires."

Before the man could blink, Katalina had killed six of the immortals in some brutal form and was staring into his eyes, gripping his shoulder, her hand buried in his chest.

"And clearly, you were wrong," she smiled as she gripped onto his heart and pushed him off.

She turned around to find the Winchesters had killed the remaining men, a look of utter disbelief on their faces.

"What?" She snapped.

"We killed you!" Dean managed to yell out.

"Yea, you did, she replied nonchalantly, "But I think there's a few more things you need to learn about us vamps. Also, don't call me sweetheart."

A/N: So not really sure about the ending lines but I'm super tired and have to sleep so it will have to do. As always, reviews are always welcome.