"NOOOO!" were the screams as carnage erupted around them. Tables were overturned in the scrabble to escape, candles were knocked to the floor igniting the various cloths and clothes that were in the way. All around the sound of bullets flying echoed in the air, some found targets whereas others flew stray. Women were crying and children were screaming. Various names were being thrown into the atmosphere of people trying to find their loved ones amongst the chaos. The marquee was up in flames, the embers falling to the ground in a sick version of rain, littering those who were unfortunate to get in their way.

The wolfs bane shrivelled under the intense heat, wilting onto the ground, its poison seeping out in the earth bathing it a dark purple colour. Adding to the blood already spilling. For the second time that very day it was turning out to be a bloodbath but this time it was their blood that was being spilt. It was their lives that was being taken.

He could see the blood staining his hands, seeping through his shirt where the bullet had nestled into his spine. He could feel the desperate hands attempting to stop the bleeding plus the strong weight of arms wrapped around him trying to move him to safety, although he knew that the damage was already done. His legs felt like a dead weight underneath him. His mate was busy fussing, pushing his hair back and adding their hands to the pair that was already trying to help. He could see the pack start to scatter only for more bullets to be fired their way from an unknown source. A sniper he would imagine. Something only a coward would do.

He could hear his name being called but his hearing started to buzz, he felt like he was drowning and floating all at the same time and he knew it was down to the silver rushing through his system. If he hadn't have moved his body it would have been a direct hit to his heart, he would have been gone by now or worse the person in his arms would have been killed. One of the only people in this world he swore he would never see get hurt but hadn't been able to fulfil this promise until now. He reached his hand up and fisted it in the shirt of the person who was attempting to drag him underneath the table that stood in the ashen ruin of the marquee.

He could see through his fading vision someone flip the table so that it was on the side to give them some form of cover against the onslaught. He felt the person tug at him harder until he was fully covered by the table, he was forced onto his side with who he presumed to be Dr Novak start to prod at the bullet wound. He wasn't stupid, he could feel the bullet had imbedded into his spinal cord, there would be no way of extracting it without surgery, even then he would be paralysed or dead by the time they managed to make it to the theatre.

He could hear a woman sob his name and he wanted nothing more than to comfort her but his tongue felt twice the size in his mouth. He didn't think he would be able to talk. His hand twisted in the person above him shirt forcing the person to lean down. He could see blood littering his previous pure white shirt, pushing past the blackness he checked to make sure that there were no hidden wounds. Satisfied he dragged the person's ear closer to his lips so that he could be heard.

"I'm proud of you," he whispered out his words hoarse and heavy. The person let out a sob attempting to stop him from talking but he knew that this would be his only moment to say what he wanted to. The sweet lull of everlasting darkness was already threatening to bring him under at any given moment. "Protect our pack," he managed to say. "It's yours now…" he added as his eyelids fell heavy and he gave into the sensations washing over him. "I love you," was his final thought…

…

"NO!" Dean yelled slamming his father's head down trying to get a reaction out of him. "You don't get to leave yet you son of a bitch!" he yelled hearing his mother's horrified screams. He wanted to go to her knowing that if his father went he would lose her too but she was currently hiding behind the building with Sam holding onto her tightly, there only being enough table left to hide Dean, John and Dr Novak. "Alpha!" he added slapping John's face to no avail. The elder man's blood was soaking the ground, he was losing too much too fast. "Save him," Dean growled his voice becoming deeper as power vibrated with every word he spoke.

"I'm trying…the bullet…it's too deep…I need…" Dr Novak stuttered his finger pressing into the bullet wound. "My tools are inside; we need to get him inside."

Dean nodded, steely determination settling over him. He was going to get his family somewhere safe then he was going to find this sniper and he was going to get information out of him and then pull him apart slowly limb from limb. He wasn't playing anymore. Slowly he poked his head out from behind the table, on the floor lay a littler of dead bodies, some were merely injured with no way of getting to them. He could see smoke in the background indicating a growing fire that would probably take every pack house they had if they couldn't stop the inferno. They could rebuild, they had done it before they could do it again. It was lives they couldn't get back.

A bullet whizzed past his ear, an inch away from hitting him but he didn't flinch. He could see that most of his pack had found a hiding place behind the building closest to the manor, seeming to be a blind spot to the attacker. He ducked down at the same time another bullet fly into the table causing it to crack. It wouldn't take much more for their cover to be destroyed then he would be a sitting duck. He had to get everyone out of here.

'Sammy you ok?' he sent out adding pressure to the blood that was continuing to bubble out of his father, the man didn't have long left if the poison hadn't already taken him that was.

'Yeah…god…' came the response.

'Do you think you can get the doors to the manor open?' he asked ripping a sleeve of his shirt to tie around his father's waist so he could remove his hands. Dr Novak gave him a grim look to which he ignored as he turned to the right hand side of the table. He could see his pack cowering behind the building all looking at the bloodied spot where John had been shot. They needed an Alpha now more than ever and he was the best that they had. 'Sammy?'

'Shit Dean I don't know' Sam's reply was shaky at best and Dean could hear his mother's screams echoing in the atmosphere. 'They will see me' he added.

Dean nodded, 'If I give you cover you can open the doors?'

'Wait Dean no! You can't go out there!'

'If we don't get Dad some help he will die! We need to get the pack to safety!'

'What about your safety? What were we just saying this morning?'

'Trust me Sammy,' Dean replied his eyes roaming around the atmosphere. Bullets were still continuing to batter the table, the only target the person seemed to be interested in at the moment. 'For the good of the pack,'

'You promise you are going to come back?'

'Always just like I said.'

'…ok.'

Dean drew in a deep breath, He slowly pushed himself to his feet but remained ducking so that he couldn't be seen just yet. He didn't want to play his hand too early. If his guesses were right than the attacker should be focused purely on him and everyone else was collateral damage. "When Sammy gets the doors open I want you to use the table as a shield and get Dad inside." He peered down at Dr Novak who was gaping at him like he was talking in another language.

"I…"

"No we don't give up on him," Dean gestured down. "He is still your Alpha and you will save him," he ordered his eyes flashing bright green.

"I'll try," Dr Novak responded. "I'll need some help."

"Brother I got you," Benny's voice called out. He was walking towards them, his body was being sprayed with silver bullets, Lenore was by his side faring no better. However, with them being vampires silver had no effect on them. The only way to kill them was decapitation. "I'll carry John, Lenore will help your mate and mother," he added leaning down beside Dean. "Just call me your human shield," he grinned.

"I'm so glad you are here," Dean huffed patting his friend on his back.

"I wouldn't miss the trouble you bring Winchester, I need some excitement in my life," Benny replied winking. He reached down and wrapped his arms around the prone form of John, careful of the makeshift bandage that was cutting the circulation off to John's lower half. "Give the word brother."

Dean nodded. 'Ready Sammy?'

'As I'll ever be.'

'Ok when I go out there you open the doors; I'll get the pack.'

'I love you Dean.'

'I love you too.'

"You save my father," Dean said once again moving to the edge of the table, his eyes locking onto the form of his pack huddled behind the nearest building, they were looking at him like he had the answers to the meaning of life itself.

"Be safe brother," Benny said.

"You too," with those words Dean shot him a small smile. He drew in a deep breath, pushing himself to his full height he sprinted around the corner and out of cover.

…

Behind him he could hear the sound of the pack calling out to him but he ignored it. He ran as fast as he could allow his legs to do the work for him, he made sure to never keep in a straight line not wanting to make himself an easy target. Bullets were flying at him, some scrapped at the side of his face and others barely missed however he kept moving. He ran to the centre and retrieved the knife his father had previously discarded, their blood was now drying on the blade. He rolled to the side and managed to duck underneath one of the overturned tables. He felt the pressure of the bullets spraying against the wood knowing that this one was not going to hold out.

He risked a glance behind him, he saw the manor doors wide open with Benny walking inside with his father in his arms and Dr Novak pressed up tight against his front. Lenore was sheltering his mother and mate on the inside. He smiled despite himself, he knew his mate wouldn't let him down. Bringing him back to his current situation he placed the blade in the waistband of his jeans intending to use it on whoever was bringing this death and destruction down upon them. He pushed the table away from him and began to run once more. He jumped to the left and then rolled to the right trying to stop himself from getting hit. He glanced up at the sky trying to find out where the direction of the fire was coming from. He could see the smoke getting closer in the sky meaning that the fire was rapidly approaching them and most likely the shooter.

A bullet took him off guard and flew into his right shoulder right in the scar of the old one he had dug out only a year or so ago. He was so fed up of constantly being a walking target, he couldn't remember a time he hadn't been sporting an injury. He came to a stop next to the nearest building and took shelter behind it. Swearing as the pain in his arm flared up. Gritting his teeth, he removed the blade he had hidden, he tore at the other sleeve of his shirt and saw blood well up underneath the fabric. Drawing in a deep breath he gritted his teeth as he dove the edge of the blade into the bullet wound. Luckily for him it had been a shallow shot so it didn't take long for him to find it out retrieve it. He wiped his blood off of the blade onto his jeans before replacing it back into his waistband. He wiped the bullet down too and peered at it closely. It was a pure silver bullet with what seemed to be a pentagram etched onto the casing, a hunter than…but not any kind…he had seen this bullet before…

Growling he understood who he was finally dealing with. He placed the bullet into his pocket, just in case he needed some evidence to prove why he had to kill this bastard rather than take him to trial like the were council would want him too. Fuck them. He was done doing it their way. Their way had almost gotten him killed!

He glanced around the side of the building, he lifted his head to the sky, the moonlight was shining down by now and he could see something glinting off of the building directly in front of him. The abandoned garage…He ducked as a bullet came flying from that direction. There was no doubt where he was now. All he needed to do was get his pack to safety and then he could deal with him.

Dean pushed his legs forward, pushing his body harder than he ever had before. He could feel his wolf increase his speed as he leapt towards the building where his pack was currently hiding. Hands grabbed for him and pulled him behind it just as a bullet hit the brick where he had been a mere second before. Ok that was too close to comfort.

He pressed his back to the wall panting hard, there had to be about thirty members of his pack all crowding around him. Including Bobby and Ellen who came rushing to his side to inspect his shoulder seeming to have seen him get shot. The wound by now was starting to close so it looked more like a scrap than an actual hole to which he was entirely grateful for. He didn't want to be explaining that right now.

"How's John?" Bobby asked.

Dean's expression was set in a tight line and he didn't really need to say anything to that. "I need you to all listen to me," he said instead trying not to dwell on his father's condition right at this moment. If he didn't have hope than his pack wouldn't either. "The sniper is on the roof of the garage; Sam is inside the manor where you will all be safe. I need you all to run when I say, I will distract him."

"Dean…" Ellen started to say.

"Your safety is more important," Dean interrupted. "I won't let anyone else die for me." He peered round the corner towards the manor where Benny was sticking his head out, the attacker not seeming to want to waste his bullets on him anymore. Benny gave him a thumbs up. "Benny will help you," he added moving back around the corner to face his pack. "I promise I won't let anything else happen to you, our dead will be avenged I will make sure of it," he snarled just thinking of all those innocent people that were currently left lying in their own pools of blood. "You all run together and you don't stop until you get inside."

"Yes Alpha," the pack echoed at once and Dean tried hard to ignore the implications of those words. His father wasn't dead. He would have felt it…he couldn't be. Pushing down the blind panic he peered around the corner, looking at the building where the gun man was waiting for him, the bullets had finally ceased, either he had run out or he was wanting a one on one. Well that Dean could do. "Bobby you lead them," he added. "You have the pack." With those words he sprinted out of cover towards the direction of the garage finally going to put an end to this once and for all.

…

Sam held Mary as she sobbed into his shoulder. John had been rushed straight into surgery but Sam didn't hold much hope. The beta in his arms had been growing weaker with every moment that had passed and it was clear that there wasn't much time left. His own mind was going crazy with worry for his Alpha, the thought of Dean out there…it was almost too much to handle. Just seeing him running from attack…

Benny was busy herding the pack into the meeting room where they huddled in their familiar groups. Bobby and Ellen rushed to his side with both of them making sure that he was ok. Of course he was, he always was because his Alpha never let him into the line of danger if he could help it. It annoyed and endeared him all at the same time. He couldn't help but feel that he needed to be out there with his mate but he knew that his place was with the pack. He needed to be strong for them, to show that he could be the Pack Omega they needed.

"That's the last of them," Benny exclaimed walking towards them pulling various bullets out of his body like they were splinters. "Deano did good," he added sitting beside Sam.

"Why isn't he here?" Mary's soft voice called out as she lifted her red rimmed eyes from Sam's shoulder. "Where is my pup?"

"He's fine Mrs W," Benny replied avoiding the question.

"What is he planning?" Sam growled knowing he wasn't going to like the answer.

"He was going to find who is doing this…"

Sam howled not letting the vampire finish his sentence. He handed Mary over to Benny as he pushed himself to his feet.

"Now don't go doing anything stupid son!" Bobby called out after him.

"Going to drag my stupid ass Alpha in here," Sam replied storming out of the door, there was no way he was going to let Dean go off and play hero once more without him.

…

Dean kicked the door to the roof open with such a force that it fell off of its hinges, clattering to the ground with a mighty thud. He could see the tripod where the sniper had apparently been sitting in front of him with no sign of the gun or the assailant. There was a pair of binoculars discarded on the ground along with a few beer cans, so not only was it a hunter but an intoxicated one at that. He growled taking a step forward but coming to an instant stop as he could feel the barrel of a gun push against his lower back.

He growled in warning as the gun was shoved harder into his back forcing him to walk forward so that he was standing on the edge of the roof.

"All those people didn't have to die," the voice cackled in his ear with the guy grabbing his hair with his free hand and forcing him to peer down at the mass pile of bodies that littered the courtyard. A place of beauty that had now been destroyed by fire and death. All around them buildings were starting to burn and he could see a thick plume in the background where he knew his and Sam's cottage sent. Probably the first to burn. "All I wanted was you, John shouldn't have tried to protect his damaged little boy," the voice continued to taunt. Dean tightened his hands into fists against his side. "I am almost tempted to let you live with the knowledge that he died to protect you." The man shoved at him with the gun again forcing his feet to stand right at the edge of the roof. One false move…" Look down at those who have died for you…how many more do you want? You want this to stop? I know you do you wouldn't have come up here without a plan if you didn't."

The man moved the gun away from Dean's back and moved so that he was standing to the side of the Alpha with his right hand placed between the Alpha's shoulder blades. His dark eyes were twinkling in the moonlight with a manic smile plastered across his face. "I will kill you Walker," Dean declared. "Like I killed your little friend."

Gordon smacked Dean across the face with the barrel of the gun almost making him loose his footing. "You admit you killed him now do you? I thought we was playing the innocent card like with little Joanna?" he laughed.

"I killed your friend but I didn't kill Jo," Dean replied his gaze narrowing towards the chimney. "Did I Adam?"

Laughter echoed throughout the atmosphere along with the sound of someone slowly clapping. A figure stepped out from behind his hiding place, a sniper was also in his hands though he threw this to the side. His blond hair was slicked back with gel and he was wearing a pure black suit. His blue eyes were like staring into ice as he grinned with a full set of teeth. "Good to see you again big brother," he laughed, "I'm sorry I didn't seem to get an invite to your…little…party down there…you know how I hate to be a party pooper."

Dean snorted shaking his head. "You always were a spoilt brat who couldn't get his own way," Gordon's hand pushed him so that he was back on the edge of the roof once more. The gun was placed at his temple instead this time. "Getting hunters to do your dirty work?"

"Why do it yourself when you can pay someone to do it for you," Adam shrugged walking over towards the pair. "Things could have been so different Dean if you had only died when you were supposed to," he added stopping so that he was beside the Alpha his own gun moving to be placed at Dean's other temple. "Remember the mysterious illness you had when you were ten? How doctors couldn't work out what was wrong with you? How you just kept getting sicker? Mother even got a priest in to pray for you it was all so touching." Adam held his finger on the trigger. "No one ever suspected silver you know; you were so out of it I almost thought father would put you down like the dog you are. I had been giving you silver in small doses for about a year…it was supposed to kill you…"

Dean growled attempting to swing his arms though the reminder that Adam was ready to shoot stopped him in his tracks. "You son of a bitch," he growled. That year of his life had become a blur, he could remember constant visits from Dr Novak and the feeling of floating but that was about it. No one really wanted to speak about it after he had gotten better. He guessed that the constant exposure to silver had made him immune rather than killed him like it was supposed to.

"You like to talk about our mother that way?" Adam laughed once more. "You survived and became the favourite child, the special one. Mother and father never looked at me the same way. I was the mistake…they never wanted me when they already had the perfect son…" He tutted. "If they saw you the way rest of us did…they would have disowned you like that. You are a wolf that can't shift, a mistake in the genes or whatever they want to call it. Yet here you are…Pack Alpha now…I never intended to kill father like that, he just got in the way. But I guess that's a good thing because you dear brother will hand over the pack to me and I promise I will make your death quick."

"Fuck off," Dean growled.

"I thought you might say something like that," Adam said. He moved his gun from Dean's temples and aimed it down at the ground where Sam was currently staring up at them with horror on his face. Dean attempted to make a move however Gordon held onto him tightly, his own gun now resting on the ground beside him. "You hand over the pack and jump or I put a silver bullet in pretty little Sammy down there. You know I have thought so much about him since you stole him from me. How good he was for my knot…how much of a slut…"

"Shut up," Dean growled his eyes flashing brightly.

"I'm surprised you haven't knocked him up yet…ooo how satisfying it would have been to kill your pup as well…"

"You. Will. Not. Touch. My. Mate," Dean hissed his anger increasing with every moment his brother stood next to him.

"Tell you what, you jump and I will let Sam live, I will knot him over your still cooling corpse, make him big with my child." Adam lowered the gun slightly though his finger never came off of the trigger. "Your choice big brother."

Dean's eyes connected with Sam's. "No," he replied.

"No?" Adam exclaimed. "I don't think you understand the situation here…"

Dean laughed, he threw his head back connecting with Gordon's skull who released him in shock. Not giving him a moment to recover he pulled the blade out of his waistband and sunk it deep into his throat. The hunter gurgled blood pouring out of his mouth as he fell off of the roof landing in a smashed heap on the ground below them. "No I don't think you understand," Dean smirked looking down at his brother who was standing on the edge of the roof, the gun was now pointing at Dean instead.

"I'll just have to kill you myself!" Adam declared.

"Whose quicker?" Dean asked to which Adam furrowed his brow in confusion. Without giving him a moment to consider the question Dean leapt towards him, he grabbed the gun and threw it to the ground while pushing his full force into Adam's stomach.

Together they fell off of the roof tumbling to their certain deaths…

TBC (Hey everyone, ok next chapter is the last so I hope you are already! Thanks for reading and reviewing. You all mean so much to me, especially those that have been with me since the very beginning of this story. You are all awesome and this story wouldn't have been posted this quick without you lovely lot so thank you. See you all in the final chapter thirty five! If you can't wait until next week I might post tomorrow, let me know what you prefer!)