Next chapter! So, this is going to take more chapters than I thought...and I still have more to write!

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As the Winchester's made their way around the corridor, they reached a wide, circular room, kind of like a big reception in a posh house, Dean thought.

He let go of Sam, and walked into the middle of the big room, Sam limping slightly behind him. He stood in the middle, trying to orientate himself.

There were two doors leading off this room, and any one of them could lead to the outside.

They didn't have time to pick the wrong door and then walk all the way back again to the other door, he had to make a decision.

'Right, Sammy, this is what we should do- I think that we should split up for a while' he said, knowing already the answer that he was going to get from his little brother.

'What? No Dean, we should stick together...what if the fangs come back, and we're on our own?' he asked, trying to change his brother's mind.

Dean shook his head, 'I think we should Sammy! It'd take much less time, and whoever finds the way out will phone the other- just put your cell on silent though!' he joked, but he knew that his brother wasn't finding this funny. Not one bit.

'Dean...' he began, but Dean walked up to him and gave him a short hug. 'Sammy, you'll be fine, take it slow and steady, and you'll get through this!' he reassured him, grasping his shoulders and looking at him straight in the eye.

Sam nodded, and then took a deep breath.

'Which door are you taking then?' he asked.

'Left' came his simple answer.

'Alright, I'll take the right door then' and he did, opening it quietly and walking through it, giving Dean a small, sad smile as he closed the door behind him.

Dean Winchester had to swallow back the conflicting emotions flowing through his mind. Sammy will be fine, it was the right choice to make, it does gonna save more time to get out. But What If he gets ambushed by more fangs? He could get hurt- he could be killed...

'No!' Dean said out loud, making himself jump. 'He'll be fine' he muttered, wrenching open the left hand door and storming through it, as he shook the thoughts from his mind.

Sam walked along the silent corridor, wincing every so often as his rib started to blossom pain into his stomach and muscles. He looked behind him, making sure that he wasn't being followed. He desperately wanted to return to dean, because he knew that his big brother was just as hurt as he was, but he knew he couldn't.

His head snapped back to the front when he heard footsteps ahead of him. He backed into the wall and pressed himself up against it. He held his breath as he heard the vampire approach.

His fingers curled around the handle of the machete that he had used to kill the other fang, and he readied himself, he didn't really want to kill the vampire, but priorities had changed now;

It was either kill- or be killed.

As the vampire approached, Sam stepped into the corridor and swung the machete in an arc above his head, and brought it down just above the fangs jugular vein. The stunned vampire couldn't do anything to prevent his fate, and he fell to the floor, head bouncing on the ground seconds after.

Sam let out a huge breath and quickly made his way down the corridor again.

Dean walked through a kind of inside alleyway, and as he turned the corner, he came to face with two familiar- but not very welcome- faces.

'Well, who picked the lock then?' asked Danny sarcastically. Jesse wasn't smiling.

Dean smirked at both the vampires and made his move fast. He jabbed the blade that had made the gash in his face into Jesse's neck, and as he went down, he punched Danny in the face.

Jesse was the first to recover, but Dean was instantly upon him, he straddled the vampire and thrust the blade into his neck again and again, trying to slice his head off.

Jesse started to struggle hard, but as Dean kept stabbing him, cutting at his neck like he was opening an envelope, he struggled less, his leg movements slowing down.

A couple of seconds later, and the vampire had stopped moving completely.

Dean stared numbly down at his handiwork. Jesse's head was cut completely from his body, his neck sliced like a badly cut piece of paper.

Dean sat in silence for a second, just contemplating in mounting horror what he had just done. He turned when he heard a faint groan from behind him, and Danny sat up, a bruise newly formed above his left eye.

Danny looked down at Jesse, and Dean could see the heartbreak in his face.

'What have you done?' he asked him weakly, not taking his eyes off of his big brother, who was splayed at Dean's side. Dean didn't know what to say. He wanted to apologise, he had just killed the dude's brother, but he also knew that it was either kill or be killed.

Dean didn't have to worry about what he was going to say though, because Danny suddenly jumped up, and before dean could offer a counter attack, Danny was on him, pinning him to the floor and punching him in the face over and over again.

Dean's yells punctuated the otherwise silent room, Danny was yelling too, but his yells were full of anger, his actions spelling out revenge.

Just before dean succumbed to unconsciousness, he heard heavy footfalls banging on the floor. Suddenly Danny was dragged off him, and then Danny's yells were full of pain, all the noise stopped after the sound of metal flying through the air, and a dull whumpf as a body fell to the floor.

Sam ran to his stricken brother, and pulled him to his feet. Dean had a busted nose and a thick lip where Danny had hit him so hard, and Sam himself winced when he looked at him.

'Dean! Can you hear me?' yelled Sam in his face, wanting to make sure that his brother was alert. Dean closed his eyes and shook his head. 'No, I've gone completely deaf and can't here one thing!' he replied, smiling.

Sam let out a stuttering laugh and took his brother's arm, leading him out the room.

'I think I've found the way out dean! It's just through here...come on!' he said.

Dean patted him on the back. 'That's my boy!' he mumbled weakly, then buried his head in Sam's shoulder.

'C'mon Dean, don't give up on me-not now! I'm gonna get us out of here!' he promised his brother, feeling a sense of déjà vu, but brushing it aside.

Dean nodded and together the brother's made their way out of the room.

Sam hoped with all his soul that the way was clear, and if it wasn't, he was going to fight tooth and claw to get them both out.

Because Dean needed him.

And he had promised him that he would get them out.

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A bit long, yes, but oh well!

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