A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the guys….*sighs*

The witch hovered over Dean with knife flashing in her hand. The other held a chalice which contained a thick black liquid. Nicholas stood in the corner with a self content smirk on his face as the spell caster dipped the silver blade in the coal elixir. Dean watched as she neared closer and waved the stained blade in his face. The vampire felt his fangs unsheathe as the witch came within inches of his throat.

"You know there are other things out there that can make a vampire weak when put in the right combination…"

"Stay the Hell away from me," Dean snarled letting his eyes explode into two threatening black pools. But the witch laughed then slashed the blade across his bare chest watching as the vampire wailed in pain. Nicholas knew the Council would want to try Dean but the Law didn't state it was illegal to torture a little but leave the accused alive. The witch slashed at Dean a few more times for added measure before he slumped to the cold floor.

"Master Sam!" Bobby was at the window watching the encroaching mob coming towards the manor. Sam raced by the slave's side and knew who was behind this. He immediately turned to the older man and placed a calm hand on his shoulder.

"Gather the other slaves but hide the women and girls."

"What are you going to do?" Sam's eyes darted towards the masses that closed in to the gates then back at Bobby.

"What are we going to do…" Sam corrected him. "We are going to stand our ground and fight. We will not be pushed around by Nicholas Saltzman or his sons."

Bobby nodded and hurried to gather the slaves and find the weapons hidden beneath the stairs. Sam stood in the main window with eyes hard and cold as the vampires for hire broke down the gate and stormed the front gardens and walkways. He could hear their ravenous screams for blood and felt the deep chill run down his ancient spine. It was then he realized these were not vampires in the civilized sense but some of the barbaric bands who wanted to keep their pagan ways. Leave it to Saltzman to hire goons to do the dirty work and keep his hands clean.

Well if those filthy bastards want a fight they were gonna get one. Sam clenched his fingers around the window sill and braced for the wall of bodies that swayed heavily against the heavy doors.

The slaves finished rigging the doors with silver coated shards of glass. John had them made in secret after Mary died. If the Saltzmans had him as a marked vampire he wasn't going to make it easy for the fuckers. Bobby nodded and ushered the slaves into the center of house and armed each one with either a shotgun or crossbow. Though John didn't think too highly of humans, he wasn't going to let them be led to slaughter like lambs either. He had precautions in place in the event a slave tried to take him out but what he didn't realize was all the slaves would fight with him instead of betray him.

"Master Sam the traps are in place," Bobby panted. Sam nodded and took a shotgun in his hands making sure he had enough bullets.

"Everyone to the study now!" Sam hollered to the humans. The slaves rushed up the stairs with Sam and Bobby on their heels. The study door closed as the doors below gave way and the screams of pain and agony filled the room. The first line of defense was holding up and taking out many of the vampires before they could make it to the staircase. The half naked bodies were adorned in the ancient markings of the original tribes of Europe and piercings were latched on any loose piece of skin.

Sam hoped the second and third lines would thin down the charging barbarians.

The barbarians who didn't get pumped full of silver shards made it up the staircase and tripped the line setting off the next trap. The pots of scalding water cascaded from their holding places and scorched the second wave. Most tripped and rolled down the stairs back to the main level as a result of the pain and confusion from this latest attack. The smell of scorched flesh wafted beneath the study door and made Sam gag. He wondered if this was the killing fields of Denver were like. Nothing could be worse than the vile stench of flesh as it bubbled and blistered then exploded in puss filled lesions that reeked of infection.

The vampire's keen hearing picked up the thud of footsteps as some made it through the first two defensive lines. He hoped their last trick would finish them off once and for all or it would be hand to hand to the bitter end.

The barbarians stopped at the study door and sniffed the air. Humans were on the other side, many humans. The leader pushed through the remaining numbers and pressed his body to the oak doors. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply picking up the scent of one vampire in the sea of fresh meat.

"We feed!!!" He shouted in their tongue. The remaining vampires hooted and cheered knowing their inhuman cries and chants would frighten the humans on the other side. Sam saw the worried faces, some with streaks from tears that ran freely down their faces. He knew he had to get them through this. The pounding on the doors made some cry out in fear but Bobby immediately shushed them. The older slave took charge and kept his shotgun aimed at the doors. His trigger finger became itchy as the barbarians on the other side continued clawing and ramming the door. The heavy locks began to give way as the battering ram continued its relentless attacks. Sam felt his body tense as the door started bowing in and splintering in the center where the locks were weakening at a rapid rate.

The barbarians sensed the end was near and gave one hard lunge at the study and broke the door open. The locks were forced apart and the horde charged in. Their numbers were greatly depleted but they were still dangerous as the blood lust was in tight control. Sam stared firing taking out five of the front line. Bobby lit a Molotov cocktail and hurled it at the center hitting three of the attackers. They screamed and flailed as their bodies burned and skin melted off exposing flesh and bone to the searing hungry flames. The leader went straight for Sam knocking him to the ground. Bobby watched as the younger vampire rolled around and held the gun across his body blocking the axe that was hurled down towards his skull. Sam repelled the blow and rammed the butt of his gun in the chest of the leader stunning him momentarily. The younger vampire kicked him off and jumped to his feet as the leader staggered up and shook off the injury.

The tribal leader charged at Sam, catching him off guard and knocking the shotgun from his hands. Sam ducked and bobbed every swing of the axe hearing it clang with solid stone. Tiny sparks flew from the spot metal collided with stone followed by a high toned wail from the axe blade. The younger vampire kept dodging and averting each attack but he was getting tired and the leader knew it. Sensing an opportunity, he lunged for Sam and pinned him against the wall. The fangs were longer and sharper than his but then again they were not like the vampires in this part of the world. Sam pushed against the massive body but his hands met total resistance from solid chiseled abs and chest. The biceps on the younger vampire bulged threatening to explode and screamed in excruciating pain. The barbarian used one arm to keep his prey in place allowing the other to retrieve the knife hidden in his belt. He wanted to feast on the heart of the vampire and force him to witness it as he fell to the ground in his own blood. Sam kept fighting and grunting to break free but it only wore him down further. The barbarian leader was poised to rip out Sam's heart when the death grip on his body released and the barbarian's eyes rolled up back in his head.

Jessica watched the leader die in front of her and she propped one foot up to pull the blade from his back. Sam couldn't believe his eyes! Jessica was standing there with a wild but dark glare in her eyes as the barbarian held the growing crimson spot and coughed up blood. With one swing the vampire's head was severed from its body. Jessica fisted the hair in her hand and held it up to show the remaining barbarians it was over.

"Anyone who dares to challenge me will share the same fate as your leader," she warned them in their language. Sam was going to have to ask how she knew their tongue. The humans and vampires that arrived with Jessica surrounded the remaining members of the attack party and killed them swiftly by blade and bullet. There would be no mercy for them.

"Jess!" Sam sputtered. Jessica turned around and smiled sweetly at him. Moments before her beautiful features were locked in darkness and vengeance but now were gently and kind once again.

"I knew my father was up to no good…." She said with disgust. "Only he would be so scheming as to hire the ones from the North. He must've paid them well if they traveled this far south. But by the looks of their tattoos I would venture a guess and say they were the muscle of the tribe."

"We need to get to Dean and Brooklyn," Sam turned around and saw the damage to the house. Bobby placed a hand on his shoulder and reassured the vampire that he and the others would get it cleaned up and fixed.

"You need to find Master John as well," Bobby said sadly. Sam nodded and feared the worst of his father.

"Well you're not going alone," Jessica stood with hands on her hips.

"No you're staying here," Sam argued but Jessica shook her head.

"Samuel Winchester you listen to me- I saved you from certain death and I'm facing the wrath of my father for this so I have nothing to lose at this point."

Sam just nodded and motioned for her to find some clothes and supplies. "We'll leave right away," he smiled at her. Jessica reached up and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Sorry bout the delay....Brain lapse!!!!