Chapter 4

La Push the House Down

Three days after Sam's detoxification, Bobby arrived with Dean's baby. "Oh, there you are girl! I missed you so much!" He had walked right passed Bobby after a small 'hey, Bobby' and gently stroked the roof of the Impala. Emmett and Rosalie stood in the doorway, staring at Dean's exchange with his car. "Dude, get the camera!" Emmett said to no one in particular.

"Seriously! With that delicious hunk of meat and that gorgeous car, this would make an excellent porn video for other women! We'd make millions! More!" Rosalie had taken on the hollow voice that she used whenever she was thinking about something, and Emmett began worrying about what was running through her head. "Chill, papa bear. I was actually imagining you in that car…and a certain blond friend of mine, who just so happens to be the most gorgeous thing on two legs." She smiled wickedly and Emmett returned it, glancing towards the Impala as Dean slowly walked away from the car.

"Dude, there is no way that you're doing that in my car. Only I'm aloud to do that, and I haven't yet. My car is not being dehymenated anytime soon!" Oh great, they had a second Edward. Dean had caught at them stealing smoky glances towards his car, and had immediately guessed what they were planning in his baby. "I'm setting a virgin alarm on her later today." He muttered while walking into the house, causing both vampires to combust with laughter.

Bobby had entered the massive house and immediately felt uneasy. He had seen the two deathly pale people standing outside, but they could have both just been albinos. He had walked into the main room to see three more white people, one very big Native American, and Sam with a very pale little girl on his knee. "Sam." He said gruffly, causing the younger Winchester's head to flash towards him. "Bobby! You made it!" Sam stood up abruptly, and Bobby worried that the adorable little girl would tumble to the floor. She just pushed off of Sam with her arms and flung herself towards the brown giant who then caught her with practiced ease.

"Sam, what's going on here?" He could tell that none of these people were human, but he had no idea what they were; or why the boys seemed so at ease. Sam was about to speak when an extremely short girl –probably around sixteen years old –suddenly appeared at the foot of the stairs. "You must be Bobby Singer! Oh, Sam has told me so much about you!" She was suddenly a foot away from him, crossing the ten-foot distance in less than a half-second. "I'm Alice, and we're the friendly neighborhood vampires!" She shook his hand and he flinched at the icy temperature.

Bobby then rounded on Sam, who was glaring at Alice for being so blunt. "What? He deals with the supernatural every day of his life!" she argued calmly while backing away from Bobby.

"Boy!" Bobby was getting angry now. "Didn't you learn your lesson last time you trusted something supernatural?" Bobby could see that his words would hurt Sam, but the boy needed to learn! "You brought on the apocalypse because you let a demon whore manipulate you! Now you're-"

"BOBBY!" Dean shouted from the open doorway. The old man turned to see a furious Dean staring at him with unadulterated rage in his eyes. "Sam, stop him. He's going to hurt Bobby." Alice whispered quickly to Sam's ear, and then dashed to the other side of the large room. "Bobby, I don't care who you are, no one gets away with talking to my brother like that!" Dean had started forward, but stopped when Sam stepped in his way and put hands on his shoulders. "Dean…chill. It's okay, Bobby's right."

"I don't care if he's right or not, he doesn't talk to you that way in front of me." Dean's voice had taken on the tone that he got whenever someone was being mean to his brother; it always filled Sam with a sense of respect and love, with underlying fear. Someone always got hurt whenever Dean entered protective mode.

"Listen up, Bobby. I would say that we're pretty justified in trusting these people. Doc over there helped me save Sam's life by cutting out a demonic tumor while I exorcized it. Nessie stopped Sam from killing himself, Esme has been feeding us the best food I've ever had, and not one of them has tried to get us to do anything remotely abnormal!" Dean gestured to each of the Cullens as he listed off what they had done for them. "So yeah, I would say that, after Lucifer nearly killing us, and Sam going through detox again that yeah, we're pretty justified in accepting some help!"

Dean hadn't tried moving past Sam once, but he had fixed Bobby with a glare that would have flayed the skin from a rock. Dean then heard humorous whispering outside, and he spun on his heels shouting, "Emmett! Unless I get a freakin' amazing show from your runway model, don't even think about banging her in my car!" Every single person in the room, except for Jake, gasped at Dean's reference to Rosalie. Jake began cracking up, and he could hear Emmett roaring with laughter from the other room.

"It is a nice car…" Rosalie's small comment had turned everyone's horrified gasps for Dean's life into blaring guffaws, immediately releasing the tension from the fight.

Bobby just stared at Dean in shock; he had never seen Dean interact this well with anyone except for his brother! He was having second thoughts about these so-called-vampires being bad; Dean trusted them, and he never trusted anyone but his family. Bobby allowed everyone to introduce themselves, and then turned to Sam to apologize. 'I'm sorry I yelled atcha, boy. I guess that after all the…crap that you've been going through," he had to think to rearrange the words he had been going to use when he saw Nessie listening to him. "I guess that you do deserve some down time. And with the apocalypse and all…" Bobby trailed off and turned to Carlisle, who immediately began giving the watery version of the family history.

Nessie returned to Sam's lap and put her left hand to his face, her right hand holding Jake's. Emmett and Rosalie were talking with their heads together at the door; they would occasionally steal glances at either Dean or his car. Edward and Esme sat with Carlisle as he talked to Bobby, explaining how they were different than the normal vampires; either type.

Alice came flying down the stairs in the midst of all the conversation, screaming for everyone's attention. "Guys! Guys, something happened!" Her eyes were wide and Dean could see fear in them. "Carlisle, Marcus is coming. Just Marcus, and he has a gun in his back pocket. I couldn't see what it looked like, but it seemed pretty archaic."

"Could that be the Colt?" Carlisle turned to Dean and asked. He shrugged, wondering the same thing. "Why is he coming, Alice?" He returned his focus to the little pixie whose eyes were still wide and glazed over with a vision. "I don't know. He's alone though, and I can't see anyone else in the whole of Volterra; human or vampire. He also has huge cuts running all over his body; the kind made by a knife, not by a vampire. I don't…I don't know how that's possible!"

"Demons." Sam said certainly, turning to look at Dean. Dean nodded and pulled out Ruby's knife. "They must have something else like this. It could cut Carlisle, remember?" Esme began freaking out over her husband, worrying that he was hurt. Carlisle quietly reassured her that he was fine as the conversation continued.

"When is he going to arrive, Alice?" Edward asked, nodding as she thought.

"Tomorrow morning. I don't know how I did not see him before; usually I get the visions days in advance!" Alice had put her hands on top of her head, the very picture of distress.

"It was probably the demons messing with you, Alice. Or blocking you." Sam stepped in, trying to calm the vampire girl down. Nessie touched Sam's face and he nodded before turning back to Alice. "Alice, I'm going to show you what I mean." He then stuck his hand out, palm towards Alice, and closed his eyes. Dean recognized his classic exorcism pose before anything had even happened. "Try to see the future, Alice." Nessie piped up, knowing full well what Sam was doing.

Alice stared off into space, but then her eyebrows pulled down in confusion. She closed her eyes and grabbed her head, then shot her eyes to Sam. "How…?"

"I was blocking you. Nessie was flipping through my memories, and she put a few things together. She showed me some of the stuff that she thought I would be able to do, and we've been practicing." Nessie jumped over to Jake who began praising her, telling her how good and helpful she had been.

Everyone had been fussing over Renesmée for days after her first bout of mind reading. Sam had been her first subject, and he was now her primary practice dummy; she loved watching him relive his memories, they were like a really good movie.

"Hey, Sam," Alice started in again, "I think that you should finish up your plans for that safe-house." Sam nodded and left for their room to finish drawing on the giant sheet of construction paper that took up all of Sam's bed.

Dean walked out of one of the many bathrooms five minutes later, and stopped dead in his tracks. The most gorgeous creature he had ever seen walk the earth was standing in front of him, wearing a very tight two-piece red-leather warrior outfit; she looked like a much better version of Xena. Rosalie stepped forward and allowed a whip to slide from behind her back, uncoiling and snapping it at the floor. "So, Dean," she said smokily, her voice driving him crazy, "How about that car?"

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Marcus' visit had been…shocking, to say the least. He had arrived, dropped the gun into Carlisle's hand, managed a very vague description of the deaths that had occurred in Volterra; including all of the members of the Volturi, and then died. Marcus had died; his body was still intact, except for several long gashes, his head was still on, and he wasn't burning. He had just lay down and died.

Dean and Sam did not know what to think, but the next day a tractor came to bulldoze the Cullen's house and the surrounding forest; apparently his little Sammy had been doing some grand-scale plotting, and the Cullens had allowed the destruction of their home. All of the furniture had been moved out to various houses in La Push; mostly to those whose furniture was falling apart. Sam had no plans for any furniture in the safe-house he had designed.

Dean had looked over his little brother's blueprints, and he had been majorly impressed. He had spent over fifteen minutes going over and rehashing every aspect of the giant bunker, enthralled with the detail that Sam had put into it. It had iron-encased lead walls; the kind that could withstand any bomb blast; nuclear or otherwise.

The boys were living with Bobby in Sam's house, while the rest of the Cullens were spaced throughout La Push. The Denali vampires had arrived as well, the four of them staying with Sue Clearwater while the Cullens' house was destroyed.

The boys were very occupied for the next month, but it was long, repetitive work. They spent all day every day, moving from one town to the next to loot them of almost all of their weapons, food stuffs, and other supernatural-fighting equipment. By the time the underground section of the fortress was complete, they had enough equipment to fight off an army under siege for weeks!

Bobby had been busy remaking the Colt bullets. He had asked Ruby to write down the process and necessary materials when she had remade the Colt, and she had. It took him almost as long as the fortress did to make, but he finally had all thirteen bullets of the Colt ready and working. He hoped.

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"-this breaking news bulletin with Kim Manners reporting the string of sudden deaths in Salt Lake City, Utah." Sam watched the TV grimly, listening to the gruesome details of over eighty people whose throats had been slit in the last two hours. Carlisle, Esme, Eleazar and Sam Uley were all gathered in various positions around the living room, as well, watching the report intently. Dean came hopping down the stairs happily, but stopped when he encountered the five sullen faces. "Who died?" he asked, not expecting a serious answer.

"Eighty people in the last hour. Salt Lake City." Sam replied, turning from the giant TV to look at his brother. "Dean, it's starting." Dean's blood ran cold as he listened to another report interrupted the one about Salt Lake City.

"We have just received a report of over forty deaths in Newcastle, Indiana. It was reported that in three different churches in three different parts of the state, priests claimed that they were ordered by God to cut the hearts out of several of the children attending church that day." Almost everyone from the packs and covens had gathered around to watch the depressing news as the reporter continued to list off the names of the forty kids, ranging from four years old to twelve.

Emily turned and cried into Sam's shoulder while Kim and Jared left for their bedroom. Rachel sat nestled between Jake and Paul, her head on Paul's shoulder while each of her hands held one of the boys'. The sound of muffled thunder set an eerie background to the TV, causing the atmosphere to drop to an all-time low.

"We have company." Alice chirped quietly, just before the shrill buzzer of the doorbell caused several of the women to scream. Carlisle turned on the second TV and hit a code into the remote, causing the screen to flicker and change. The front door of the enclave appeared on the screen, and a scrawny man stood, dripping wet, waiting for the door to be opened. "Dean, it's Chuck Shirley. You know, the 'prophet'?" Sam told him, bringing back the weasely man that Dean had gotten Sam's location in Ilchester from. Dean reached into the waistband of his pants and pulled out the Colt, clicking the safety off as he walked calmly to the door. He could feel Sam at his back and quickly unlatched all of the heavy bolts on the door.

Chuck tried rushing into the building as soon as the door was open, but he was suddenly unable to move his legs. He looked up to see Dean, with the Colt pointed at Chuck's head, and Sam with his fist clenched; holding his legs down.

He decided to start right into the reason he came. "You guys, Castiel gave me this." He reached into his pocket and thrust a crumpled piece of paper at the two boys. "Do you remember that funeral home where you rescued Tessa? It was angel-proofed." Dean had unfolded the paper and was flicking through the hundreds of complex symbols that had been scribbled down. He only recognized a few of them, and that was because they were the biggest ones that had been on the funeral home. "Castiel told me that you need to proof this place up; Angels are still after you guys. Particularly you, Dean. Sam they just want dead because he's not useful to them anymore."

Chuck then pulled from his pocket a small vial with deep-red liquid in it. "This is Castiel's blood. He told me that if you put it on just one of the seals, it will de-proof the entire structure; just for that one angel. He is planning on showing up eventually, but he is hurt really badly right now. He escaped from the archangel –don't ask me how, it was too bright –but not before he gave these to me."

"What about you?" Sam asked as he loosened his fist, releasing Chuck's legs.

"I've got Gabriel pretty much living at my house. He left about an hour before I drove here, but I would bet money that he's watching me right now. Probably four demons have attacked me in the last day, but before they get within flinging distance, lighting cracks down and fries them."

"Well, he's not being subtle at all, is he?" Dean said sarcastically, as he finally put the gun back into his pants. "You guys, I need to go; he'll probably fry you if I stay much longer. And Sam, watch out for those vampires that you're hanging out with. Haven't you wondered why Renesmée is so drawn to you?" He asked at Sam's confused look.

"You can feel them, Sam. You could tell without even looking at their eyes that they weren't human. You were made to lead demons by Azazel, Sam. Nessie is enthralled by you; Esme and Bella adore you; Edward does pretty much whatever you ask, and the others just like and respect you more than any other human." Chuck continued speaking, ignoring the glazed look in Sam's eyes as he listened. Dean's eyebrows had scrunched together in confusion, struggling with the truth.

"Are you saying that…these particular types of vampires…are demons?" He asked, the words stumbling from his lips. "Partially. These vampires are different than the ones you have fought before; you've realized that right?" At their nods, he continued. "The first of these vampires was an ordinary vampire, like the ones that you have fought.

"That vampire was possessed by a demon. The vampire blood reacted with the demon's essence, binding him to that body forever. Whenever he bit someone, he would transfer a little bit of his essence with every drop of venom. This caused the demon-vampires to be created, as opposed to the regular ones. The demonpires are infinitely more powerful; as you've noticed they can control themselves much better as well, and cutting off their heads won't kill them completely." Chuck took a break from his history lesson to let the boys digest. He pressed on with his original point to Sam.

"You were made to lead demons, and they have demon in them. Even Nessie does, because she is part vampire. The demon in them may be infinitesimal, but it is still there. Be careful with them, Sam." Chuck turned to away, leaving the two brothers stunned by this revelation.

IMPORTANT AN: There is a tag to this chapter, called Gibraltar. It is the very heavy description of everything related to their new fortress. It's not necessary to the storyline, but it might be helpful in the future to understand the layout of everything better. It is everything about the house, from its demon-proofing materials to the internal layout, and what makes it tick. It's a majorly descriptive thing that gives almost every tiny detail that I could think of. I tried to make it somewhat narrative, like this story, but it is still mostly descriptive. I loved writing it, but it's not a majorly important part of the story.

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