Out for Blood

AN: Will that throw down (you guys have been talking about) happen? Enjoy and tell me what you think!

Dean couldn't believe he said what he did to Ashley, especially after just getting her to come back in his life. After punching a good sized hole in Bobby's wall, Dean decided he needed to distance himself from Ashley as much as he could bear. She still had Sam, so Dean knew she would be just fine.

He had found himself a gentleman's club and had got himself a pretty girl who was willing to take him home with her. "I'll drive sweet cakes" he said shaking his keys and leading his blond escort tot eh black beauty parked away from all the other cars, but the two love birds couldn't wait to get home.

Dean woke up with a blonde asleep on his bare body, the skin on skin contact made Dean's heart race and a little something else make a move. He couldn't help himself from feeling what he did, and the blond passed out on him also felt the same thing.

"Mmm, good morning to you too" blonde spoke into Dean's chest.

"Uh yeah, hey" Dean moaned at the sound of her voice against his chest "uh, wanna go get something to eat?"

"Sure babe" she smirked as she sat up onto her knees "by the way I'm Bay."

"Dean" he barked, pulling himself up to sit against the back door.

"Well, Dean" Bay purred "I am hungry" she said, allowing her teeth to retract and lunged at Dean's neck.

Ashley was curled up on Bobby's couch staring at the laptop in front of her. She was engrossed in the lore she was looking up and didn't even notice Sam was standing in front of her until he closed the lid to the laptop. "The Hell Sam!"

"Get up, get dressed, get your shit. We got to go now" Sam urged his sister up.

"What, why?" she said with a panic in her voice.

"Dean called, he's been attacked."

"By what?"

"A vamp, couple hours ago!"

"My god, is he alright?"

"I don't know, he didn't sound good, then he just stopped talking all together" Sam admitted to his sister as he hoped into one of the few running cars on Bobby's lot and drove out to help his brother.

Ashley was still mad at her brother, but seeing him lying on the back seat of the Impala with no clothes on scared her. She ran back to the truck and grabbed a blanket to wrap around Dean before Sam wrestled his brother's dead weight out of the Impala. The back hatch to the Ford Explorer was open and littered with medical supplies. "He needs blood" Ashley concluded with one look at Dean's gaping wound.

"You can't give him any" Sam barked at the sight of his sister rolling up her sleeve "plus you got to patch that before you can even think about putting any in him." Sam was right; she had barely eaten any in two days.

"Fine, you call Bobby and tell him to raid a blood bank, I'll get him patched up then you get to open up a vain for a bit."

"Yes ma'am" Sam said getting up from the Explorer's trunk and giving Bobby a call.

When Sam got back, Ashley had already started the 'Nam transfusion John had decided to teach his kids one day and had it all hooked up to Dean's right arm. "Alright Sam, give me your left arm. You get to sit here and give till you can. I'm going to go look for this Son of a Bitch while we wait for you two to be portable again."

"Yeah, sure thing Little One" Sam said getting comfortable next to his big brother.

Ashley was already running towards the tree line with machete in hand.

It had been awhile since Ashley had disappeared into the trees, and Sam himself was starting to feel light headed. Same gave Ashley's phone a call and was grateful when she answered on the 3rd ring.

"Yeah" she barked into the phone.

"Ash, we gotta get Dean back" he whispered "and I don't know how much more juice I can give."

"Crap, right! I'll be there in 5, don't take the tube out though, your hands will be too shaky. Just pinch it shut" she ordered her brother as she took off back towards the club.

She had forgotten Sam was bleeding into Dean this whole time, so she let the adrenaline carry her back to the two vulnerable boys.

"How is he?" she panted as she rushed over to peek at Dean from around the truck.

"Uh, good. He um-opened his eyes for a sec then passed out again" Sam struggled to say against the sudden weight his eyelids had picked up.

"Alright here, drink this" she ordered, pushing a bottle of sugar water into his right hand while she set to work on removing the now red stained tube. "Put pressure on this" she said shoving a clean rag into the crook of his arm. Ashley set to bandaging up Dean's right arm as Sam shifted into a more comfortable position next to Dean.

"I'll stay back here with Dean and tell Bobby we are heading back."

"Alright, good" Ashley said slamming the back shut and jumping into the driver's seat.

By the time Ashley expertly maneuvered the Explorer's back end up to face the door, Bobby was out and hooking Dean up to a blood bag and handing Sam a sandwich and a glass of orange juice. It took all of Ashley and Bobby's strength to get Dean over to the couch, but they had managed without any hang-up or major head bonks. Sam finally lumbered in and only then allowed himself to collapse in a chair. Sam knew he probably gave Dean too much of his own blood, but Sam was still doing alright.

"Jesus I'm sorry Sammy" Ashley sighed once she finally saw how much he resembled a pile of shit.

"'ts fine Ash" Sam slurred "better me then you right now."

"I shouldn't have left you for so long! I-I just saw red!"

"I didn't give the whole time" Sam admitted "honestly I just need food and a long nap."

Bobby was working on cleaning up Dean's neck so less of the blood that was being put in him came out. "Ash, come here a sec" he bellowed from the kitchen.

"Sure Bobby, what's up?"

"Where'd you learn this back road doctor crap?" Bobby asked 100% impressed at how well everything worked out.

"Uh- hah, from Pop actually. It was when he was on one of his Marine survivalist binges" she laughed, causing Bobby to start laughing as well.

"Course John would" Bobby uttered out once he got his composure back.

"Hey, it worked" Sam reputed from his post in the study.

"And saved this idjit's ass" Bobby said finishing the last stitch on Dean's back wound.

"Good, just in time for me to pound his boney ass" Ashley responded with a huge grin and an added swing in her hips.