Look at me the over achiever! Two chapters in 24 hours! I wouldn't suggest getting too used to it. I'm usually terrible at this.

Anyway, I don't own Supernatural.

The dank old house was lit only by the few beams of light that could make their way through the broken shutters. Dean kept his machete ready and flashlight moving, his eyes searching for any strange movement or objects.

A creak from the second floor drew Dean's attention, but he knew Sam had taken the stairs. His main focus was finding the door to the basement. Dean rounded a corner and his light landed on a slightly rusted door handle. Carefully, he reached out and tested the knob. It gave way beneath his fingers and the door swung toward him, revealing a dark staircase down.

"Gotcha." He grinned to himself. He glanced toward the front of the house to see if Sam had come back down. There was no sign and instead of waiting like he knew he should have, Dean began going down the stairs. He cupped the head of the flashlight to dim the light and hopefully avoid waking any sleeping vampires. There should only be a few from what the brothers had seen. Two males and a female. Of course, that didn't mean there wouldn't be a few surprises hidden in the dark corners. The last step groaned loudly as Dean stepped on it and he immediately moved so his back was against a wall. If there were any windows in the basement, they had been blacked out to create the perfect vampire home.

There was a shuffled to Dean's left and he brought the light up just in time to see a man sneaking toward him. Without hesitation, Dean swung the machete and beheaded the vampire. The body fell to the floor with a thump and the head rolled beyond the flashlight's radius. Dean cursed and let the full light shine around the basement. A flash of movement sent Dean rushing after the other man who was trying to escape up the stairs. The meager sunlight was enough to temporarily blind the vamps enhanced eyesight and Dean quickly caught and decapitated him, letting the body fall down the stairs.

There was a cry from the top of the stairs and Dean automatically ducked, barely missing the female who went sailing over his head as she lunged. Her flailing hands caught his jacket and dragged him down the stairs after her. Dean fought to keep her teeth from him, dropping his machete and flashlight in the tussle and fall.

"Sam!" he yelled. He tried to punch the vampire away but she grabbed his hand and forced it away.

A muffled cry was heard above and Dean yelled again. "Basement!"

"Dean!" Loud footsteps rushed down the stairs and the vampire let out a scream as Sam jerked her back. She was quickly dispatched as Sam swung his own machete against her neck.

Dean rolled onto his side, hacking into the dust on the floor.

"Are there any more? Dean! Are there any more?" Sam stood with machete at the ready, turning to look in all directions.

"No," Dean gasped between coughs. "No, we're good. We're good."

Sam hauled Dean to his feet and helped him to sit on the stairs. The coughing finally subsided by the time Sam retrieved Dean's flashlight and machete. "You okay?" Sam asked as his eyes moved over Dean looking for any obvious injuries.

"Fine." Dean's voice was suddenly hoarse and he attempted to clear it before continuing. "I think the dust got to me."

"You ready to burn the bodies? We should get out of here before someone gets suspicious."

"Right, yeah." Dean stood and blinked away the sudden dizziness that overtook him.

"I'll get the stuff from the Impala."

Once Sam had disappeared, Dean let himself lean against the railing. He nudged the female vamps head with his boot.

The three vampires were neatly stacked with heads on top by the time Sam returned. The brothers covered the pile with lighter fluid and Sam struck the match before they hurried out of the house.

"Dad's old proverb, right? Never leave a body unburned." Dean grinned in Sam's direction as they sped away.

Sam snorted and shook his head.

"Where to next?"

"Not sure. We could always call Bobby, see if he has anything. Or we could stop by the Roadhouse. Visit Jo and Ellen. See what Ash can find for us."

Dean shrugged and nodded. "Sounds good to me." Dean turned up the music and stepped on the gas.

In the rearview mirror, a small smoke curl was forming from the house.

I'm sorry these are all turning out as short chapters. But the shorter they are the sooner I get them uploaded XD They might get longer eventually.

Sorry there was no dream in this episode, just didn't fit in to what I gots goin.

Read and Review! I live for them and will update faster ;-)

~abrokencastiel

P.S.

I probably should have said this earlier, but this fanfic was actually a brain-child of me and my cuz Fallings Just Like Flying. You should check her out. The idea came to us from the song Imaginary by Evanescence. Great song.