Well I guess giving my muse a solid kick to the behind works really well! I expect to be finished by tomorrow! Beware of the following gruesome section and hope you like the last few chapters! (Thanks to a certain reader for pointing out my Brennan/Bones mishaps!)

Chapter 11:

The abandoned barn was isolated, as always, and not a sound was heard echoing from it. The sun was high in the clear sky when three hunters, an FBI agent and a forensic anthropologist approached from the south, guns drawn. Everyone except Dr. Brennan had a machete strapped to their back and military hand signals that were most likely to be used had been shown to her, since everyone else knew them.

Three entered through the barn door, sliding it wide open and quickly entering, as two entered from windows covered by curtains on the left side, perpendicular to them. It was barely a second before each of the vampires was awake, and awake came with pissed. A quick scan of the barn had revealed seven vampires, one couple sleeping together, several sleeping in hammocks, and the rest lay in piles of hay, as well as two young men lying dead on the ground, necks ravaged, their eyes wide and vacant. Bobby immediately pumped two bullets into the head of the vampire closest to him, sending it to the ground. Bullets were fired from the other four guns, and the element of surprise allowed them to tilt the odds in their favor right off the bat.

Sam and Brennan were both tackled to the ground as a vampire leapt at each from above. Sam shifted himself, pinned under it, and threw it off of him, leaving Dean to put two bullets in its skull. Brennan, having lost her gun, struggled under the weight of the vampire, trying to buck it off, and Booth ran at it, slamming into it and propelling it off of her. He pushed himself to his feet and fired twice at its head, rendering the last vampire incapacitated.

"Guys," Sam said, his voice low and serious. Bobby and Dean had already spotted what he was looking at and Brennan and Booth followed his gaze as Dean made for the other side of the barn. A small figure sat, their back against a support beam, a blanket covering them. Dean swallowed, gun at the ready, took a few steps forward and quickly pulled the blanket off. At the sudden onslaught of light from the sun shining in through the open barn door, the young boy jerked awake. His hands were bound behind him, tied to the beam.

As soon as his eyes locked on Dean, he tried to leap forward, eyes wide, his fangs sliding out instantly.

Dean took a reflexive step back, gnashing his teeth together. "Damnit," he growled, his upper lip curling. Not only was there blood staining the lower half of the boy's face, but it drenched his shirt; it was apparent that he had been the one to kill at least one of the dead young men. Dean pushed aside what the young boy would look like without jagged teeth that were better suited for a shark, raised the gun, and pulled the trigger twice.

Everyone in the barn flinched as the bullets hit their mark. The boy's head jerked twice with the impacts and fell forward. The other two hunters closed their eyes briefly, looking away, as Brennan took in a sharp breath and turned and Booth shut his eyes, opening them aimed at his feet. Dean's eyes closed instinctively and he put the gun back in his jacket, swallowing hard. He pulled the machete out of the sheath and gripped it tightly, a constricted feeling closing over his heart, and tried to pretend for just a moment that the young boy was already dead before taking off his head.

Dean made it a full second before he turned and fell to his knees, vomiting.

Sam darted to his side, stopping short of putting a hand on his shoulder. Everyone remained quiet, the silence more deafening than any gunshots as Dean emptied his stomach. Then, a sob sounded from the right, drawing their gazes.

Dr. Brennan and Bobby went quickly over to the horse stall where three kids, two girls and a boy, were huddled in the corner, the door locked. "Sam, lock-pick?" Bobby called over to him. Sam threw the blanket back over the dead young vampire and went over to them, taking his kit out of his pocket, and opened the lock within twenty seconds as Booth started taking the heads off of the rest of the vampires. Bobby took the chain off of the door and opened it, the kids staring up at them, terrified and suspicious.

Brennan, having been nominated as first to approach the kids, walked slowly into the enclosed space, crouching as she went over to them. "Did any of you drink any of the blood?" she asked gently. "We need to know because it will make you sick."

The kids all shook their heads. One swallowed and met her gaze uneasily. "Are they dead?" he whispered.

Brennan nodded. "They've been immobilized and one of the men with us is decapitating them now," she told them quietly.

Bobby's eyebrow quirked slightly and the kids blinked in surprise before they slowly stood up, Brennan with them.

"Come on, guys," Sam said quietly, motioning to them. "Don't look, just walk out," he added, attempting to stand between them and the vampires, motioning toward the door. Bobby and Brennan corralled them out and Sam glanced back into the barn, where Dean slowly got to his feet, swallowing back the taste of vomit, wiping at his mouth with his sleeve, as Booth took the head off the last vampire.

Dean walked over to Sam, glancing to Booth, swallowing once more. "Head out. We'll be right behind you," Dean said, sliding his machete back into the sheath and taking out the bottle of accelerant from his jacket. Booth gave him a tight nod before turning and walking out.

Sam took his own bottle out of his jacket, his eyes sliding over the remnants of the nest before he made for the ladder, climbing up to the wide ledge that the two vampires had been sleeping on. Double-checking for any other victims or vampires, he spread some accelerant over the wood. Dean checked the barn over, clearing it of anyone or anything alive, and did the same. Meeting at the entrance to the barn, Sam and Dean emptied the rest of their bottles on the ground and stood back, Dean lighting a match and tossing it in before they took off toward Bobby's truck.