Chapter 5

AN: This chapter has been rewritten, slightly, and reposted. Thank you to Cynder (Guest) for informing me of the correct lore. I didn't use the series lore to get my information. I just googled Vampires, I know many of you don't consider that a big deal, but I think I need to try to be true to the series lore, even if it does contradict itself, and omit, or forget things sometimes.

Dean realized that they had an immediate problem. He tried to size up the older man in front of him. He could tell Gibbs was used to getting his way. The fact he was Tony's boss, and the fact other two agents deferred to him. Dean didn't want to have a pissing contest with the man over territory.

"Just point us in the right direction." Gibbs said as he and his agents got ready to leave.

"Whoa! What a minute!" Dean said.

"Do you even know how to kill these things?" Sam asked.

"Do you know how to tell a Vamp from the average, ordinary person?" Dean asked. "We don't just go around killing innocent people."

Gibbs looked at them a moment before he spoke. "…sunlight, a wooden stake, silver, fire, and beheading." He paused. "Vampires have fangs."

"Okay, so you you googled vamps." Dean admitted. "But they're confused on the lore. The sunlight thing is iffy. Wooden stakes, silver and fire don't really work. It just pisses them off. Beheading is our best bet."

"Well, thanks for the update. And I appreciate what you did for my agent. But this is our fight now. We can handle it." Gibbs said.

Tony looked at his boss. He then looked at the Winchesters. He could tell that the brothers didn't appreciate being left out of the hunt.

"You guys aren't agents, though I know that you have impersonated them from time to time." Tony stated. "We can't allow ordinary citizens get involved in operations where they could be killed."

"We are not your ordinary citizens, not by any stretch of the imagination." Dean retorted angrily. "We're the hunters here. I doubt NCIS has a class on tracking vamps, or any other monster, for that matter."

"That's what we do, guys." Sam said. "You won't find them without us."

Gibbs seemed to be considering what the Winchesters had said. He nodded.

"Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but I left my machete at home." Tony said, grinning.

Dean went to his duffel bag and pulled out a couple very large, very sharp knives. He then pulled out a few more items that Tony didn't recognize.

Tony knew all the crap he had to carry for crime scene investigation. He wondered what hunters had to carry. "You got a couple flying monkeys in there, too?" He asked and chuckled.

Dean looked at Tony, a serious expression on his face. "No, we keep them in a cage on the back seat. They're afraid of the dark."

Tony looked at Dean's for just a moment. "You have a very strange sense of humor, Dean Winchester. What is all that, anyway?"

Dean opened the vials and pouches and began to mix ingredients as if he had done this a hundred times before. "Vamps have very heightened senses of smell and hearing. They would be able to smell us, long before we got there." Dean explained. "But with this, we can keep the element of surprise."

Tony nodded. But then he stumbled. He put one hand to his head. He bent at the waist from the pain that had hit him, hard and unexpectantly. Well, not really that unexpectantly. His head had been hurting since he had left the warehouse. Since he had woken up, it had just been manageable. But, now, all of the sudden there was a blinding pain. It almost sent him to his knees. He reached out to grab something so he wouldn't fall.

"Dude, what the…?" Dean asked, alarmed by Tony's actions.

Before Sam and Dean even had time to think, Gibbs and the team sprang into action. It was obvious that they knew what was happening. Tim had practically ran to the door. Sam and Dean watched him leave and run up the side walk towards the motel office. Ziva disappeared into their bathroom. She immerged a few moments later with a wet washcloth. She waited for Gibbs to get Tony lying down before she sat down beside him and gently applied the cloth to his forehead.

Tony closed his eyes as Gibbs sat down beside him and talked to him. Gibbs then looked up at Sam and Dean. "Do you know if he has any head injuries?"

Sam and Dean looked at one another. Dean was the one who ended up talking. "Tony had Sam pinned down…had a knife on him. I…I had to help my brother. I, um, I didn't want to kill him. I hit him and knocked him out…with the butt of my gun."

Gibbs glared at the man. He knew Dean had made up, at least in Tony's mind, for his actions earlier. But Gibbs had to deal with what was happening now.

"What's going…?" Sam started.

Gibbs knew what Sam was asking. "He has migraines. Being hit over the head triggered this one. They can get pretty bad sometimes. But this, I've …."

Just then Tim returned with a Coke. He handed the bottle over to Gibbs. The team leader and Ziva then helped Tony sit up so that he could sip the soda. They hoped that the caffeine would help, at least a little bit. But it was too early to tell just yet. Tony lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.

"What were you going to say, Agent Gibbs?" Sam asked.

"He's never had them like this. He's always had warning, and he's been able to pre-medicate. But this…it doesn't come on him this fast." Gibbs explained. He then looked at DiNozzo.

Tony groaned and turned his head, avoiding Gibbs' gaze.

"When?" Gibbs asked.

Sam and Dean looked at one another, they had no clue what Gibbs was asking, but everyone else in the room seemed to.

Tony groaned, kept his eyes closed and didn't answer.

"DiNozzo!" The team leader demanded, asked again, his irritation showing.

"I woke up with it." Tony managed through his pain. "I was okay, this morning. I medicated before I came to work. I carry the medicine with me all the time. And I have the injector pin if I need it."

Gibbs was patient as Tony paused. He knew the man was in pain. He waited for Tony to speak again.

"But the…events of the day…" Tony looked pointedly at Dean. "…kind of made all my prep useless."

Gibbs looked at Dean. The elder Winchester could see the older man's anger. And it made him want to take a step back. Dean knew the man probably had some skills, no matter how many years he'd been out of the Marines. Besides the fact, Gibbs was not at all okay with the elder Winchester's earlier treatment of his senior agent.

TBC