So here's a chapter two :) I hope you like it and that it lives up to the first part.

If you don't like the continuation I'm writing of this fic than just pretend that the chapters onward don't exist and we'll all be for the merrier ^_^

But anyway I hope you likey. Enjoy.

The boy with the demon blood finished cutting through the bone and sinew of the vampire's neck, wiping a fleck of blood from his cheek with the back of his hand; smearing it even more. He breathed out deeply before throwing the machete down onto the decapitated vampire.

Turning away indifferently, he took the ringing phone from his jacket pocket, flipping it open without a care and waiting for the other side to speak.

He could hear them breathing, the sound soft and barely there but a few seconds after answering the phone there was someone speaking.

"Sam?" The voice was feminine, small and to the ears of the youngest Winchester; strangely familiar. "Are you there?" The woman asked quickly, almost impatiently.

"Jo?" Sam stood up straight, more alert now as he glanced back at the dead vampire, rubbing more blood from his face but again succeeding only in spreading it further.

He swooped down to pick up the machete, cleaning it roughly on his sleeve and turning away.

"What are you-" He began.

Joanna Beth Harvelle cut him off impatiently, "Is Dean there?" Her voice was strong and confident yet even Sam could hear the note of trepidation that cursed it.

He popped open the trunk of the black '67 Chevy Impala that lay further along the wharf and dropped the machete on top of the concealed compartment, exchanging it for the container of fuel, flip-phone held between his right ear and shoulder.

Jaw clenched slightly against unpleasant memories, Sam walked back to the vampire, dumping the fuel next to it as he held the phone in his hand again, back to the side of his face, glancing down with a grief that couldn't be spoken.

"No, he's not." He shook off the feeling and began to pour the fuel over the vampire, dousing it completely. "Sorry Jo," Sam narrowed his eyes, brow angled in sorrow as he took the lighter from his pocket.

"Do you know where he is?" Hesitation rimmed Jo's voice, uncertain as to if she wanted to know the answer.

The decapitated vampire body lay on the ground, unmoving and Sam stared at it for a while, head tilted slightly and eyes mourning a body that wasn't before him.

Sighing, he flicked the lighter and a small, bright lick of orange fire reared up, dancing in the faint wind.

"No." His fingers unclenched and the lighter fell from his tight grip, spinning and spinning till it hit the vampire and caught aflame, burning fiercely. The smell of burnt meat seared the air and Sam wrinkled his nose before turning away, leaving the fire to do its job and get rid of the evidence.

"Sam," Jo started, her voice wavering and quiet. "What happened to him?" The whispered query broke the silence just as Sam opened the Impala's driver-side door and slid in behind the wheel.

The key turned in the ignition and the engine started up at the turn of Sam's hand, Jo's question remaining unanswered for several tense, silent minutes.

"Sam?" The phone was still clasped in Sam's hand tightly his elbow resting on the window as he drove with his right hand, putting the Impala into gear one-handed and steering away from the wharf into town.

"I don't know," Sam replied tersely, jaw still clenched in slight anger and sadness as he drove a bit too wild and fast for the limits of the road. "Really?" Jo asked, nearly scoffing in disbelieve at his statement.

Once again Sam fell into silence, his fingers beating out a rhythm on the steering wheel. He could hear Jo breathing through the phone and it was slightly breathless and above it was the sound of a shotgun being reloaded.

"You in trouble?" Sam asked, concerned and hoping to steer the conversation out of a place he desperately didn't want to go.

"I'm fine," Came the answer as Jo finished loading her gun, checking all the pieces and appendages for working order. "Just had a run in with big and scary-" Her light and airy voice turned hard as she continued, "-your brother."

Hand tightened on steering wheel and nearly sent the car from the road but Sam kept calm, "Are you hurt?" He almost dreaded the reply to come.

"No, just damage to my pride," Jo said, a smile lingering on her breath. Sam glanced around outside the Impala before fixating back through the front screen.

"How about we meet up?" She continued on in a more serious voice as her breath began to flow faster; a sign of her pace quickening. "No." Sam countered quickly, nearly instantaneously after she'd asked the question.

"Sam, we'll work better together." Came the contradictive reply, almost exasperatedly as if Jo couldn't believe he'd had the nerve to reject her help.

A pause. Thinking and considering; pros and cons. An answer.

"Meet me at Rufus's cabin."

So did you like that? Do you want me to continue? Any points I should add or reconsider, fix anything up? Please review and tell me. I really want to know if I should continue this. :) Hope you like this chapter anyway.