Episode 4: Everybody Get Dangerous
Here's the thing about Castiel, that I found out the hard way. He may look like an average sized, slightly unassuming man in a rumpled John Constantine cos-play coat... but the dude is bad-ass. When the guys decided about three weeks into my stay at the bunker, that I should learn to fight, I was puzzled that Cas was the one nominated to teach me.
First, I thought Dean had selected Castiel because he would be gentler, more "my speed." Not that he was weak, per se, but that he'd go easy on me. Or perhaps he'd seen Sam and I playing grab-ass and decided that absolutely no actual training would get done if he paired us together. Or he was being lazy and didn't want to do it himself. I was wrong on all of these counts.
Dean and Sam had headed out of town for a few days to hunt a ghoul in Louisiana (they'd been gone the week before hunting a vengeful spirit a few counties over), and no matter how much I wheedled, they absolutely would not take me with them. Apparently ghouls are nasty and no place for a novice, even one who can, quote, "Cas-Kill demons" and "basically melt faces." (Both Dean quotes.) Cas agreed to stick around and keep me company, and in the last two weeks he and I had begun a much less awkward friendship, so I was all right with this. Cas was a good companion in his own way, and he always complimented my cooking, which I found odd until I realized he was just happy he wasn't eating Spaghetti-O's, Biggerson's takeout, or pancakes. But more on all that later.
The day the brothers left, Sam woke up in my bed. He ran a hand through my hair and woke me gently, to let me know he was leaving.
"Mina. Wake up babe." He whispered into my ear. I rolled over to face him, but didn't open my eyes. The sooner I opened my eyes, the sooner he'd be gone on the ghoul hunt. The last few weeks, we hadn't had much time alone. We still weren't real sure what was going on other than an insane mutual attraction, or whether Dean should know about it yet. Plus, Sam had been fastidious at research or gone on hunts. The research often had him working into the wee hours of the morning, and back at it early. I knew he was so serious about it only because it involved me, but I felt he might be burning himself out. He shrugged it off though, every time I asked. He was tired, sure, but he was on a mission.
"You have to leave so early?" I purred into his ear, wrapping my arms around his firm, naked body.
"I do. But I might be able to stall for a few more minutes." I could feel his smile against my skin, his hair brush my neck. He pulled me close, and we made love slowly and sleepily that morning. "Waking up next to you is the best feeling in the world." Sam breathed into my ear as he got out of bed. I watched him as he got dressed, and smiled in agreement when he came back for one last kiss.
An hour later, I waved at the Impala as it tore down the street away from the bunker. I'd made them both promise to be careful around the ghoul, and made Sam promise to come back to me in one piece. As I turned to go back into the bunker, Cas appeared.
"Morning, Cas." I acknowledged him, using my key and leading the way inside.
"Good morning." He replied. "Dean informed me that we are to begin lessons while they're away." I nodded. "I'll make sure I go slow and don't hurt you."
I raised an eyebrow, thinking "whatever." But to Cas, I said. "All right. Where should we do this?"
"There are some rolled up mats in storage. We can push the table out of the way and practice in the main room." Cas said, heading to the storage rooms. We pulled out the mats, moved the table, and took our shoes off. I changed into a tank top. Cas removed his overcoat, but was still wearing slacks and a shirt and tie.
"You're gonna fight like that?" I asked. He nodded. I shrugged.
He taught me a few defensive moves, some simple ones designed to knock a foe off of me, drop out of a choke hold, and evade someone trying to grab me from behind. Once I'd gotten the hang of those and broken a sweat, the "real fun" began.
He taught me a few holds and some punches, and had me try them on him. He was so calm throughout everything, I was kind of afraid I'd hurt him. Boy was I mistaken.
"You will not injure me, I promise. Come on. Try to hit me in the face." He said. "Remember, don't tuck your thumb in. You'll break it." He rearranged my fingers into a fist. "Hit me."
I threw a halfassed punch, and he quickly sidestepped it, grabbed my arm, and threw me on the floor.
"What the fuck?" I asked, getting up.
"You weren't fast enough." He stated simply.
I tried again, and again ended up on the floor. He slammed me down on the ground like we were cage fighting. I didn't even have the chance to fight. This was starting to aggravate me.
"You aren't taking this seriously." Cas said.
Over and over I threw punches, and he tossed me on the floor like a sack of bricks. It was starting to get really old. The most aggravating part was, he wasn't even trying.
I threw my hardest punch at him. This time it was lightning fast and connected, straight into his nose. I panicked for a second. Then I saw that he just shrugged it off. He literally just stood there. No blood. No anything. Just like those two rounds I'd pumped into him back in Ridgecrest.
I came around with my other arm and tried to clock him in the side of the head. He moved, got me in an arm lock, and had me whimpering within seconds.
"This won't do." Cas shook his head.
"What do you mean?" I asked, rubbing my shoulder.
"You. You're a wondrous creation. We need to make you a fighter. You'll never survive if you can't fight."
"In my defense, that punch would have knocked out a human."
"Human's aren't what are hunting you." Cas sat down on the mat. "You are strong. Just not strong enough. And you lack technique."
"I've never had to fight. I've thrown one punch in my entire life before today." I dropped to the mat. "I sell underwear."
"I fail to see how that relates to the topic at hand."
"It relates completely and absolutely not at all." I replied.
We trained for three hours that day. I learned arm bars, a few different punches, and three ways to get out of a stranglehold. I also was beginning to learn how to disarm someone with a knife. I kind of felt like I was learning awfully fast, but wasn't sure. I was being trained by an angel, I was a hybrid... I didn't know what was normal.
By the end of the day I was so sore, I went and soaked in the bathtub for an hour. I just kept refilling it with hot water. Sam called while I was in there.
"Hey." He said.
"Hey yourself." I smiled. "Where you at?"
"Just outside of New Orleans. Dean is checking us into this shitty motel." He yawned. "What're you doing."
"Taking a hot bath." I let him think on that for a minute. "Company would be nice. It's too bad you're in Louisiana."
"Oh man, babe, don't do that to me!" I could hear him crack a smile. "Oh, hey, Dean's heading back. You save me a spot in the bath when I come home."
"Will do." I hung up the phone. I was really starting to like Sam Winchester.
That night, as I lay awake in bed, I started thinking about the last month, since the attack. One thing that stuck out in my mind was how every demon I'd met, in addition to being creepy and super strong, could throw people without actually touching them. I began to wonder. Could I do this, too? I could kill like an angel... could I fight like a demon?
I got up and put a shoe in the middle of my floor. Then I sat down on the edge of my bed. I concentrated really hard on the shoe. I moved my hand in a swatting motion, as though I were going to toss the shoe aside. The shoe just sat there, and I felt like an idiot. At least I was alone.
I tried again. And again. And again. Finally I began to get angry. I was really mad at that shoe. And then the damnest thing happened. The shoe moved a little. Just a bit. But it moved, without my touching it.
Holy shit, I thought. I have demon powers. I wasn't sure whether to be mortified or thrilled. This could be a really handy skill. But would it lead me down a bad rabbit hole, like Sam and his demon blood?
I tried one last time, and my feelings were so intense on the issue, the shoe flew across the room and hit the door. Fuck. I could really do this.
I turned out the light. I wasn't going to tell anyone about this just yet. I needed some time to think it over.
The next three days were a blur of training with Castiel. We were making progress pretty fast. I knew he was going easy on me, but I didn't feel that I was being babied. I could now easily throw a grown man off of me, taking away a knife only got me killed 50% of the time now (fake knife), and I could toss someone coming up behind me over onto the floor. My punches were getting stronger. When Cas wasn't around, I was working with a punching bag.
On Wednesday, the fourth day that the brothers were gone, I finally decided to show Castiel my invisi-throw trick. He had just gotten done throwing me on the floor for the umpteenth time that day, and had helped me back up and turned to walk to the other side of the mat. I looked at his retreating form, made a sweeping motion with my hand, and Castiel moved slightly to his right. He paused, turned, and looked at me quizzically.
"What was that?" He asked me.
"Um..."
"Did you just try to throw me?"
I nodded.
He looked at me for so long, I thought for sure I'd made a mistake in letting him know I could do this. "Interesting." He finally said. "You'll have to do better than that though."
I sighed in relief.
Suddenly, we heard the front door slam open and Dean's hearty voice shout "We've arrived home to the Batcave, and the world has one less ghoul in it!"
Castiel turned to me. "Do it to Dean." He was serious. I shrugged, grinned devilishly, and agreed.
"Dean, we're sparring in the library." Cas called out. We could hear Dean's footsteps making their way towards us.
"Dude, we're gone a few days and you turn the library into a gym?" Dean began as he entered the room. "I swear, you live like savages-" And up and against the wall he went.
"Shit!" I yelled, running to him. I hadn't meant to throw him that hard.
"What the actual fuck?" Dean picked himself off the ground and turned towards me. Sam had come running.
"What just happened?" He asked.
"Yeah, Mina, what just happened?" Dean was dusting himself off.
"I didn't mean to throw you that hard, Dean, I'm SO sorry." I apologized. "It barely moved Cas."
"Did you just demon-throw Dean?" Sam asked. I nodded. He seemed amused. Dean shot him a frustrated look.
"That friggin hurt." Dean said. I was afraid he'd be mad at me. But he suddenly switched gears and got a huge smile on his face. "That is awesome, though. Do it again! Throw Sam."
I nervously looked from Dean to Sam, then to Cas for help. Cas shrugged. I looked at Sam. He sighed, and went to stand in the middle of the room. He looked at Dean. "I'll get you back for this." He said.
With everyone watching, I made a movement like I were going to sweep something off of a table, and Sam went tumbling sideways onto the mat. I'd gone easier on him than I had on Dean. I rally hadn't meant to throw Dean so far or so hard.
I went to lend Sam a hand up. He squeezed my hand a tiny bit. "So this is new. When did you discover you could do this?" He asked me.
"The other night. I threw my shoe."
"Who throws a shoe?!" Dean announced, to which I laughed and Sam and Cas looked confused.
"Austin Powers." Dean clarified.
"Mina has been progressing very well in her training." Cas said.
"Did she throw you?" Dean asked.
"It's a lot harder to throw me than it is to throw you."
"That's a no, then." Dean said. Suddenly he turned on me, trying to shove me to the floor. I sidestepped him, throwing him off of me. "Good girl." He said, looking pleased. He went to walk away, then grabbed me and took me down. He was on top of me with my wrists pinned to the ground. I twisted my way out of it, and got him in a choke hold. We parted ways, and he looked impressed.
"Ask me to take away your knife. I'm only getting killed half the time now." I added.
"Half dead ain't bad." Dean smiled, and went into the kitchen. "Anyone want a beer?"
"Yes!" Sam and I said in unison. "Bring Cas one too!" I added. We all sat around on the floor mats, drinking cheap beer.
"So how did the ghoul hunt go?" I asked them.
"Ugh. Ghouls are disgusting." Sam shivered. "It had eaten and then taken the place of a string of people in New Orleans. The last one was this old lady, Carol Hastings. It took us a while to find it, and when we did, it tried to take a bite out of Dean."
Dean pulled up the hem of his shirt to reveal dark purple tooth marks on his side. "I had to get antibiotics for this shit." Dean grumbled.
"How did you kill it?" I asked. I inspected the bite mark on Dean and shuddered. That was just creepy.
"We cut off her head and burned the body." Sam replied. "Made double-sure she was dead."
"It seems like a lot of the things you all hunt involve decapitation and burning of bodies." I said. They both nodded.
"When in doubt." Dean said, shrugging. "It's a good place to start."
A little later that day, I was doing my thing with the punching bag in the makeshift gym. Sam entered the room and watched me for a second. I stopped, wiping sweat from my forehead.
"Want to take a turn with me?" Sam asked.
I shrugged. "Sure." It'd be interesting fighting Sam.
"I don't want to hurt you though." He told me.
"Don't go easy on me." I replied. "My life depends on me knowing what I'm doing. Or at least knowing how to fight dirty."
We squared off and Sam rushed me. I stepped quickly to the side, but not before his arm swung out, grabbed me around the waist, and deposited me swiftly onto the ground flat on my back. He climbed on top of me. I bucked him off and to the side, rolling over onto him and shoving my heel into his throat. He grabbed my leg and threw me off of him, and I slid a few feet away. He got up and lunged at me. I motioned at him and knocked him over with the demon throw. He hit the ground, rolled over and onto his feet, and grabbed me. I was a little shocked and impressed by his somersault, so I wasn't ready when he grabbed me by the waist and threw me over his shoulder. He started heading down the hall.
"Where are we going?"
"To my room." He grinned. "That was a pretty good fight, and after we're done in my room, we're headed to the bathtub. I recall us having made a date."
He opened the door to his room. It had almost no décor but a bed and a desk. He tossed me on the bed and pulled his shirt off over his head revealing rock hard abs, then grabbed mine by the hem and tore it up over my head. I laughed. "This is one way to end a fight."
He was busy pulling my pants off. "I missed you." He climbed over me on the bed and leaned down to kiss me. I pulled him to me, pushing his jeans down his legs and off of him. We were both naked and already sweaty from sparring. He got a condom, rolled it on, made sure I was wet, and pushed himself into me, beginning to thrust. I moaned.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and began pulling him into me faster. He started breathing heavily, and his bed frame hit the wall a few times. We both paused.
"Think anyone heard that?" I asked.
"Dean went to the bar. I think Cas went with him."
"Oh good." I pulled him into me again. "We can be as loud as we want."
And we were.
After a rowdy bout of sex, we both relaxed in the tub. Getting both of us into a bathtub was sort of a trick in itself. I was leaning back against Sam, the water soaking both of us. He was absentmindedly tracing the outlines of my tattoos with his fingers. My head was back and my eyes were closed.
This was a weird life, I thought. But it wasn't so bad sometimes.
"There's a vampire nest a few states away. Needs to be taken care of." Dean said to me as I slid into a chair the next morning. He was flipping pancakes. Sam was still on his morning jog.
"You two are leaving again?" I asked. "You literally just got back yesterday."
"We were planning on going to take them out today. We talked about it on the way back here." Dean deposited two pancakes on my plate, and a few pieces of bacon. "But after your display yesterday, we decided we would bring you with us."
"When did you decide this?"
"After you went to bed and I got home from the bar." Dean sat at the chair across from me. "You've got some skill, and we can use all the help we can get to fight the vamps."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"Seriously what?" Sam asked, coming into the kitchen. He was in running clothes, dripping in sweat. He went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water.
"Seriously we want her to go with us to gank some vampires." Dean forked a strip of bacon and devoured it. "That demon throw could come in handy." He finished off his pancake. "But you still gotta kind of hang back. You can't just go in all gangbusters."
"I... I don't know. I've never seen a vampire." I admitted.
"Most people haven't." Sam told me.
"You think I'm ready?" I asked.
"Hell no." Dean replied. "But we need all the help we can get, and you'll be plenty helpful. Plus if they turn you, we know how to turn you back." He got up from the table. "Pack your bags, princess. We leave in an hour."
"So, are all vampires bad?" I leaned forward from my seat in the middle back of the Impala. We were about an hour into our 16 hour drive. "Or are some good, like Angel or Spike?"
Dean looked at his brother and raised both of his eyebrows until I was afraid they'd fly off of his head. "Did she seriously just ask us that?" Sam nodded. "Like Angel and Spike?" Sam nodded again.
Dean sighed. "I'm going to ignore the Buffy references, and say that no, they aren't all bad, but almost all of them drink human blood. From living people, not blood banks. So in our book, they're bad."
"Do we kill them with wooden stakes?" I asked.
"It's easier just to cut off their heads." Sam turned sideways so he could see me. "They're really strong. We were thinking you could stay back and do your demon throw if we need you to. You've never fought anything like this- it's best if we keep you out of harms way as much as possible."
I nodded. As self-assured as I was now that I could throw people by an invisible force, and that I wasn't being left behind again, I wasn't all that thrilled at fighting vampires. But I might as well be useful while these guys were housing me, feeding me, and protecting me, while trying to solve my problem.
"Basically, people keep turning up dead in Tombstone, Arizona. Dracula-style dead, drained of blood. We're gonna drive straight through, stay the night, and start investigating in the morning." Dean explained.
"We should get to Tombstone at around midnight." Sam told me.
"I thought it was a 16 hour drive?" I said. "It's only noon..."
"Not with the way Dean drives." Sam replied.
Sam was, as usual, right on the money. With the way Dean drove, we arrived at the Motel 6 in Tombstone at midnight. We checked into adjoining rooms. I had to admit, I was still a little scared to be out in the open in a motel in a room by myself, and I also liked the idea of having Sam in the room with me. We immediately all passed out.
The next morning, Sam woke Dean, and then myself, up at 6am.
"What the hell, Sam? Didn't I just go to sleep like, ten minutes ago?" I asked groggily, sitting up in my bed.
"Another body." Sam explained. He was at his laptop. "Found outside the Birdcage Theater about an hour ago. I heard on the police scanner."
Dean looked over Sam's shoulder at whatever was on the screen. Apparently it was the news from the past few days. "Damn. This place is getting hit harder than we thought by the vamps. This is ridiculous."
"How so?"
"Seven bodies, seven days." Dean explained. "Usually they'll kidnap people to turn them, or to feed off of them for a while. Or just to be creepy, who really knows why." He continued. "But seven in seven days."
"And leaving them all out in the open." Sam took over. "Every single one has been found out front of a building or residence, in the street. But no one saw a thing. That means they're leaving them there to be found, and killing them somewhere else."
"They must really want to be noticed." Dean said. "I guess picking an historic town helps with that, but I'd have gone somewhere a little more, I don't know, relevant."
"Hey guys, listen to this." Sam spoke up. "The first victim was a 19 year old transient named Raul Ponderosa. His friends say he'd been missing for three or four days before he turned up dead. Same with victim three and victim four. So some of these guys were kidnapped and held for a while."
"That's strange. Why only kidnap some and not all?" I climbed out of bed and padded over to join them at the table. "Is there a pattern? Like do the victims all have anything in common?"
Sam shook his head. "Almost nothing. They're all human. And now they're all dead. That's about it."
"Time to suit up." Dean said, heading back into his room. "You wanna be the Smith's again, Sammy, or are we going Kottak and Roth?"
"You brought those badges?" Sam asked his brother.
"Yeah. I kinda like them."
"Alright, we'll go with those then."
After we'd stopped for coffee, we pulled up to the scene of the crime in the Impala and climbed out of the car. We showed our badges to the Sheriff, a gnarled looking man named Lynch.
"Agents Roth, Kottak, and Jett. FBI. We're here about you're, er, problem." Dean said to the man.
"Normally I wouldn't want you feds in my neck of the woods, but hell, this shit's weird as hell. I could use the extra manpower." Sheriff Lynch shook his head. "Any particular reason the FBI is interested, though?"
"The nature of the deaths. We have similar cases across state lines." Sam provided some information for the man. Lynch nodded.
"We have ourselves a serial killer." Lynch said. "Or so's it looks like."
The victim was a woman who appeared to be in her mid fifties, with graying hair and wearing a pair of Levi's and a pink polo shirt that was now stained in copious amounts of dried blood.
"Or a few killers." Dean was examining the scene. "Multiple footprints, different sizes, and a moved body. We have a few culprits." He used the end of a pen to move the victim's collar away from the wounds on her neck. "These look like bite marks." He said, solely for the sake of the deputies present, since we already knew damned good and well what they were.
"Drained of blood." The Medical Examiner said, standing up and dusting off her knees. "Completely, I'd say. And the body has definitely been moved. I'll do further tests once we get her to the lab, but she's been dead only a few hours. Maybe two o'clock this morning."
"Would it be possible for us to get copies of your reports for the other six victims?" I asked Lynch. He'd given me the "once over" about a dozen times. I figured I could ask him just about anything and he'd say yes.
"Sure thing, just head to the station and we'll get those for you right away." He said, smiling.
"And we may need to see the other bodies." Sam added. Lynch appeared to think this over, and was deciding against it.
"It's actually really quite necessary to our investigation." I said. "It's ongoing, throughout several states."
"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt." The Sheriff nodded. "The bodies aren't in Tombstone though. They're in the morgue closest to us, in Tucson."
"Thanks. We appreciate all your help." I said. Sheriff Lynch beamed.
"Glad you could make his day brighter." Dean whispered to me once the Sheriff was out of earshot.
"No problem." I said.
"That would not have gone nearly as well with just Dean and I." Sam agreed.
"We don't have a real good repertoire with rednecks." Dean explained.
"I'm sure that's it." I said glibly.
We climbed back in the car, went and got the files from the station, and took an hour's drive out to Tucson to see the bodies.
"Pretty much exactly as we expected." Sam said as we exited the Pima County Medical Examiner's building.
"Definitely vamps." Dean said. "Though, getting an estimate on how many different sets of bite marks is new. They don't usually tell us that."
"So are three vampires a lot?" I asked.
Sam shook his head. "Kind of a small nest. But we don't know for sure that there aren't more."
"What do we do now?" I asked. "How do we find them?"
"Back to the motel, and research into abandoned buildings and their approximate distances from the dump sites." Sam said.
"Geometry." Dean stated. "Turns out, you do use it after high school."
By later that evening, we had determined two likely places for our cluster of vampires to be hiding out. Both were on the western outskirts of town. Since there wasn't a whole lot in Tombstone, the search was relatively easy. All of the drop sites were within close proximity to these two places. Dean left to go drive by them a few times and get a feel for the area. Sam and I sat listening to the police scanner.
It had been silent all day, but suddenly the code for a missing person began blaring out of it, and the chatter involved a teenage girl who hadn't come home from her friend's house the night before. Sam and I looked at each other.
"Not good." Sam said. He grabbed his phone and dialed Dean. "Hey, there's a new missing person. You find anything at those old warehouses?" He listened a minute. "Right. We'll be ready. Come pick us up."
Ten minutes later Dean pulled up along side the motel, and we climbed into the car. He spoke as he drove. "The northernmost one is a dead end. Building is half falling down. Could see through it practically. They'd have no protection from sunlight." He turned his blinker on and made a right. "Second one is it. I can almost feel it. It's sturdy, hidden behind a fence. I poked around a bit. There have definitely been some comings and goings." He pulled the car to a stop outside a tall chain link fence.
"That was quick." I said.
"There's not a lot to this town." Dean replied as we got out. He opened the trunk, and began sifting through his weapons. We each ended up with a machete, a wooden stake, and I had my knife strapped to my leg and a hatchet on the other one.
Dean looked at me. "You're prepared." He raised his eyebrows.
"Fuck if I'll be caught weaponless." I told him. "You're telling me there are vampires in there."
Sam seemed amused by our exchange, but quickly got serious as we readied to go inside. "Seriously, Mina, stay behind us. It's not that I don't think you can handle it, it's that you don't know what we're walking in to." He ran a hand through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck. "Shit, we don't know what we're walking into."
"But we've dealt with vamps." Dean stated. "So, you're our backup. Got it?" I nodded.
We silently approached the building. It was an old warehouse, kind of looking like a cross between a dairy farm building and a barn. All of the windows were blacked out. "Normally we'd attack during the day, but a missing kid ups the stakes a little." Dean told me. "They sleep during the day. Much easier to pick off."
Sam pulled out his pocket knife and pried the window latch open. He climbed in first, followed by Dean, and then myself. It was pretty dark in the room. The sun was setting outside. We all flipped on our penlights and looked around. We were in a bathroom.
Dean opened the door a sliver and peered out. We all listened for a few minutes. "They're still asleep." He mouthed to us, before opening the door and slipping through. We followed him.
"We need to find the girl. Assuming she's still alive." Sam whispered to me. We split up, Dean going one way, and Sam and I going the other. I spotted something in the corner.
"Sam!" I whispered urgently. "I think she's over there." There was a person-shaped blur in the corner at the far end of the room. The room was full of farm equipment. We skulked over to the shape and saw that it was, in fact, a teenage girl. She was bound and gagged and terrified. I knelt down in front of her. "We're here to help you." I cut her bindings and she tore the gag from her mouth and threw her arms around me. She was tiny, probably around thirteen years old. I stood up, dragging her with me. As I did so, we heard a shout from the other end of the warehouse, followed by a loud crash and some swearing from Dean.
Sam turned to me. "Get her out of here." He commanded, and took off towards the commotion.
The girl was scared shitless, so I dragged her up and practically carried her back to the bathroom, hauled her out the window, and got her into the Impala. "Stay here." I told her. "Lock the doors. Hide on the floor." She nodded, ducking below the line of site. I hurried back into the building, hopped through the bathroom window, and ran towards the sounds of fighting.
"Wakey wakey." Dean whispered to himself as he raised his machete above the sleeping vampire and brought it down to cleanly slice off it's head. Only he didn't get that far. He was tackled from his left, into a shelf, which knocked over another shelf. "FUCK!" He yelled, flailing to get the vampire off of him.
The vamp was big, with long dark hair and tribal tattoos running the length of his arms. He had his hands around Dean's neck as his fangs came out. Dean could also see that the vamp who had been asleep was now awake, and coming over to see the commotion. He was a tall, thin, blonde man in a cowboy hat. He'd been sleeping with the hat covering his eyes.
As he came up to see what was happening, Dean saw Sam approach from behind and take his head clean off. The vamp on Dean heard his friend's head hit the ground, and turned to see what was going on. Dean could see rage in his eyes.
"You killed Frank!" He shouted at Sam, momentarily loosening his grip on Dean's throat. Dean wedged his foot up and kicked the vamp off of him, rolling away as he did so.
A third vampire, this one a woman with short red hair, grabbed Sam from behind. She yanked his head to the side and her fangs came out.
"Shit!" Dean lunged for her, but the big vampire grabbed his foot as he did so. The female was about to sink her teeth into Sam's neck when Sam grabbed her by the hair and flipped her over his shoulder. She shrieked, injured and pissed off. She caught his face with her foot, splitting his eyebrow. Sam put a foot on her chest and a stake through her heart.
Dean had flipped over, and somehow pulled himself off of the ground even though the vampire he was fighting was huge. He threw a punch that the vamp easily shrugged off. The vampire threw a punch, which skimmed Dean's nose. He could feel blood dripping. He reached for his belt, grabbed his machete, and ducked under another punch. He came up swinging and took the big man's head off.
I ran back in just in time to see Dean's blade remove the head of one of the largest men I'd ever seen. Sam was standing midst the bodies of two more vampires. His eyebrow was split and bleeding, but he looked okay. Dean was bleeding from the nose. But they were both standing.
"Where's the girl?" Sam asked.
"You found her? Alive?" Dean asked, using a handkerchief to stop his bleeding nose. I nodded.
"In the car with the doors locked, hiding on the floor." I said, approaching Sam and gingerly touching his eyebrow. He winced. Dean gave us a strange look.
We did a cursory examination of the rest of the facility, determined there were no more vampires nesting there, and left the way we had come in, through the bathroom window. We were almost to the car when someone grabbed me from behind and put me in a choke hold.
The guys both drew their guns, but they'd be useless against a vampire.
I reacted quicker than I thought. I smashed the back of my head against my assailants face, slammed my heel down on their toes, and shoved a fist into their crotch, hoping it was a male. It was. The money shot worked, and he doubled over. I turned and sent him flying towards Dean with a flick of my wrist. Dean pulled his machete and took his head clean off. Then I slumped down to the ground, the gravity of what had just happened hitting me.
Sam came and pulled me to my feet. "Hey, hey. Everyone's fine." He cupped my head in his hands. "You're fine. You're amazing." I nodded. I'd just, never been attacked before. It was a little hard to swallow.
"That was awesome!" Dean added, squeezing my shoulder. "It was like friggin batting practice."
After I'd pulled myself together, Dean and Sam burned the bodies while I went to the car and took care of the teenage girl. Her name was Caroline and she was crying. I held her close, even after the boys got in the car. We introduced ourselves as agents, and took her home to her parents. Then we went back to the motel, where I patched up Sam's eyebrow, and we rode out of town.