A/N: So the Winchesters are back in this bit! I'm sorry this is short but here you have it. Enjoy!

Protect Our Own

2 Days Earlier

"Are you sure?" Dean asked Sam, his brow creased in confusion, "New Orleans?"

Sam nodded enthusiastically, "There are definitely vampires in New Orleans and I'm sure that they are the same ones we hunted with Katrine yesterday."

"But how did they get down there so fast?" Dean wondered, now pacing. "They're vampires Dean." Dean nodded like it was obvious.

"So we need to get there. Even if Katrine isn't there, there are vampires that need to be hunted."

"Then let's go," Dean grabbed his jacket and the keys to Impala as they left the motel with a long drive ahead of them.

Present Day

Katrine turned to the other vampires who had followed her and Elijah out, "We are under attack from hunters. We need to protect our own before they kill us all," she turned to Rebekah, "Get Hayley out of here. This is not her fight." Rebekah nodded and grabbed the werewolf's arm, dragging her away.

Beneath them, the vampire's had started to retaliate and there were now several heads and hearts on the ground. Katrine jumped over the railing and into the chaos. The others followed her down and the attack began.

All around Katrine she could see people she associated herself with ripping apart vampires. It made her mad, that she couldn't have anticipated it or protected them. But if being a hunter taught her one thing, it was that all hunters think alike and their one goal would be to destroy all the vampires in the building.

She wasn't too sure how that helped except to make her more angry than she already was.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the Mikaelson brothers ripping out heart after heart, so she decided to follow their lead. She slashed at the hunters, anticipating their every move. Her increased speed confused and disorientated the men and sometimes, if she was quick enough, she was able to show them their on heart before adding it to the pile. Sometimes it was just easier to rip of their heads than to take a junk out of their necks.

After getting her hands covered in blood, Katrine turned to see that the hunters still greatly outnumbered the vampires. The vampires were starting to slow down and she knew she had to do something.

So she moved to a clear space amidst the anarchy and accidently made eye contact with Elijah. He knew what she was about to do and shook his head vigorously. Katrine saw a hunter looming behind Elijah and in an instant she was there and the man's heart was in her hand.

Completely ignoring what had just happened, Elijah grasped Katrine's arm, "You can't do this. They don't know you're kind exists. You won't be safe."

Katrine shook her head, "If I don't then we all die. Maybe it's time they found out."

Before Elijah could process what she said, Katrine was back in her spot. One knee was on the floor along with her hands. Her eyes were clamped shut and she appeared to be whispering something. As must as Elijah wanted to stop her, he had to help stop the hunters.

He decapitated and ripped out hunter's hearts, flipping them over and ripping out their jugular veins. They were messing with his family and he wouldn't allow it. He risked a glance in her direction.

Katrine was slowly starting to stand up, her hands still outstretched in front of her. Several big black shapes were raising from the ground. They growled and snarled at the hunters, knowing they had to protect their master as soon as she gave the word.

And she did, "Sic 'em boy!" The hellhounds ripped the hunters to shreds in a matter of minutes until only two remained.

And Katrine recognised them instantly. "Stop!" she commanded her dogs. She clicked her fingers and they disintegrated into smoke which filtered down into the floor.

"What are you?" one of them asked holding up his machete, the light glistening off it. "Put it down, Dean, I'm not going to hurt you," Katrine said holding her hands at waist level.

"You're Dean," Elijah appeared beside her ready to rip out their beating hearts if necessary, "That makes you Sam." The younger brother shifted uncomfortably at being surrounded by so many vampires. Katrine picked up on this and suggested, "Why don't we go upstairs and talk?"

Elijah put his hand in Katrine's. "It's okay," she whispered, "They won't hurt me." "Only if they put down the weapons," Elijah turned to the brothers. His own brother was anxious to know where his sister had taken Hayley. "Why don't you go and find them, Klaus? Let them know it's safe to come home," Katrine said without taking her eyes off the Winchester. Klaus nodded and left, taking two day walkers with him to help search.

"Well," Elijah asked, his suit covered in blood some of it his own, "Are you going to put them down or do we have to put you down."

Sam saw he didn't have a choice and slowly put his machete on the ground. A few seconds later, Dean sighed and threw his down beside the other. Elijah relaxed but didn't let go of Katrine's hand. "Let's go upstairs," Katrine turned and pulled Elijah up the stairs.

The Winchesters followed, believing they would be safer with their friend, even if they didn't know what she was.

A/N: Anyone else think Elijah is not one bit pleased that she let them live? Oh well, see you next chapter.