Sorry its taken a while for the continuation..but here it is. Enjoy :)

Only twenty minutes into hiking up the trails, Dean was out of breath - his heart pounded in his ear drums and he fought back the rising nausea. Spitting out some bile and wiping his nose, he stopped to catch a breath.
"I need a vacation..." he said hoarsely, wiping his nose, "Sammy, you better be alive is all I'm sayin'. We need a damn break.." not but the trees heard him as he trudged on toward where he hoped Sam still was.

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Sam couldn't count the times he had been tied up...but here he was, tied up against an old maple tree. The would be Sherrif had taken a log to the back of Sam's knees and the blow blindsided him. Dean would give him some hell for it if he knew...
He was staying calm, even facing probably death. He wasn't sure if was how he was taught or him just being used it. Snorting at this thought. Being used to almost getting killed was so far from normal...
"I know what you've done. " Sam said,watching 'Grace' pace in front of him with the knife from her belt in her left hand. "what you did to those people and my brother.."

'Grace' tilted her head, "Your brother? Hmmm...Not my type Sam." she was smiling happily, eyes casing him up and down.
Sam's confusion must have shown on his because Grace continued on,
"However, he is very much my partner's type."
"There's two of you."
"Want a prize?"
Before Sam could really predict her next move, she flipped her knife and punched the butt end into his still tender side. The world spun and his side burned, all the while 'Grace' slide the knife against his forearm. Growling out in anger, Sam watched her go into his bag and grab a canteen, emptying the water and held it against the free flow of blood from his arms.
Lock it up, Sam. He heard the words in his head in his brothers voice, which gave him some focus again.
"Why are you doing this? a bit out in th sticks even for Strigoi.-"
"Str- Oh I haven't heard that term in a long while. My partner, Dimitri is a bit more of that than I. I'm more or less of a vampire. " fake Grace said,looking up from the blood spilling into the canteen at Sam.
"What do you with the bodies..?" Sam asked,words becoming slurred and his body feel sluggish from the blood loss.
"We let the animals eat what we don't. It's the middle of nowhere, people wander off all the time."
"But there were people looking for those people. Bet you didn't count on that."
"No, I didn't. Dimitri got sloppy and impatient, hence why I'm now the Sherrif."
"Right, Strigroi can also shapeshift." Sam's heart was beating hard and slow, he could hear it pound in his temple.
"I'm one who can. I'm glad to see you're not all braun,like your brother." Monster-Grace snorted, disregardingly mentioning Dean, like an after thought, " I wanted him originally, Sam. Those eyes have seen so much, but when I felt his soul? Cold,dark,lost. Not really anything to ..uh, bite into. No substance."
On top of the lightheadedness,Sam also felt a pang of anger. He had to buy himself and Dean more time.
"So your solution is to bleed me dry?" Sam snorted softly, "Makes sense."
"Oh Sam, no no. You have me twisted. I won't kill you. I will just make sure that you-"

"You'll make sure nothing. Now back up or he dies."
Out of nowhere, Dean made to their clearing. Sam looked over,wincing at the sight. Dean was looking as bad as Sam felt, probably worse. Dimitri was cradling his abdomen and Sam wondered if Dean had shot him already.
"No one is going to die tonight Dean.." Grace said, holding her knife up. "Just-"
"Just nothing. Untie him." Dean ground out, breathing hard,gun pointing still to Dimitri's head.
"Dimitri, I thought you were going to finish him off.." Grace-monster-face said with a sickly sweet tone.
"Untie him. NOW." Dean barked and Sam saw a slight wince. Whatever Dean went through to get to him ...
Adding promise,Dean cocked the gun,jaw clenched.
"If I let your brother go, you let Dimitri go." Grace-bitch-face said,a plea bargain. Sam watched between the two,losing the battle with consciousness.
Sam didn't hear a verbal answer, but felt his binds loosen and was unable to help himself but fall to the ground with it.
The images now were blurry, dark, but through his half consciousness, he heard Dean's gun full clip empty. .. and then he saw and felt nothing.

"We gotta stop doing this,little brother..." Dean panted as he wrapped Sam's arm tightly, hoping to stop the blood from seeping out. He assessed his little brother for any other wounds. Lifted his shirt and hissed in sympathy. Sam's healing gun shot wound was now red, bruised. Other than that, his arm and other bruises to his legs, Sam was okay.
"Nothing about this is okay..." Dean murmured, adrenaline still coarsing through his veins. He had to use it while it was there. "Sam, ..? Sammy, hey, you gotta wake up, gotta helpme get you up,you huge moose."
Gently patting Sam's cheek,Dean willed his brother to gain consciousness, "Wakey wakey,Sam. "
Nothing. Sniffing and wiping his equally bloody and snotty nose on his jacket, Dean stood and scrubbed hands over his face.
To his right just beyond the clearing into the woods were the strigrois bodies. covered is logs an brush and here at his feet, his unconscious brother.
Dean looked down at his hands, blood covered. His brothers. Suddenly, the bile and vomit he was trying so hard to hold back made its appearance. Luckily for Sam, Dean had time to move away, getting sick behind the tree and groaning. Dimitri-monster-dude had gave him enough kicks and punches to enter the guiness records. He knew he had at least re-cracked some ribs. He felt weak and so friggin tired. The adrenaline was disappearing fast and he just wanted to lay down...
Sitting a moment at the base of the tree, Dean stared at his brother and rolled to his feet. He was hauling his baby brother out of here and this time, he was not leaving him behind.