Nikki POV
"You stay up here, go it?" Sam said, handing me the rifle.
"Uh-huh," I nodded, looking up at Sam in the dim light. He was looking at me skeptically, disbelieving. I rolled my eyes. "Sam, I'll stay up here." I sighed.
"You better," Dean said, smacking my jacket pocket, making sure I had enough bullets I'm guessing.
"You two be careful, ok?" I asked weakly, making them both stop and look and me, then nod slowly. I took a deep breath and shook my head slightly. "Want me to shoot before or after you go down?" I asked, resting the gun on the large fallen tree I was crouched behind. It was to steady my aim, even though it was already pretty good, not to brag or anything, but the thing was heavy.
"Whenever you have a shot." Dean said. "Ready Sammy?" He asked his brother.
"Yeah." Sam said, then they took off down the hill, machetes in hand.
I waited a few seconds, then fired the gun. It went straight through the chest of the one in a cowboy hat, she fell flat on her face. I was felt a tinge of pride; I'd hit a quickly moving target square in the chest, with barely any time to aim.
I quickly loaded another bullet and jumped over the log, running down the hill. I tripped, sliding down the hill slightly. When I stopped, still sitting in the ground, I raised the rifle again and fired. It hit one of the male ones in the chest. I lowered the gun with a smile threatening to break out on my face. I was high on an adrenaline.
I reached into my pocket to pull another bullet out, and felt nothing. I looked down at my pocket, then around me. When I slid, the bullets must have fallen out. I frantically searched for the bullets in the dark, looking downhill whenever I could.
I froze, stopping my search when I saw Sam get knocked down, his machete fell out of his reach. The long haired vampire grabbed him in a choke hold. Dean got his own machete, ready to come at the vampire, but stopped. I felt myself shaking in fear; not for myself, for Sam. I threw the gun down and ran down the hill.
I skidded to a stop behind John's truck, none of them noticed, they were too busy watching their leader choke the life out of Sam. I knelt down to see under the truck. John was unconscious. Damn.
"John!" I hissed. Nothing. I took a shaky breath and held one of my hands out under the truck, palm towards John.
"Vitam tibi trado." I breathed. "Vitam tibi trado. Vitam tibi trado. Vitam tibi trado." I repeated the incantation over and over. It was supposed to bring someone out of unconsciousness. Technically, it's the counter-charm to a spell that made someone unconscious. I didn't know if it'd work, but it was all I had.
I said it a few more times, but nothing happened.
I didn't really have a choice at this point. I reached my hand farther under the truck and grabbed the Colt. I sent a John another look. He was coming around, his eyes barely open. He looked at me, then the gun in my hand. To my great surprise, he nodded very slowly, barely a tip of the chin. I took a deep breath and stood up.
"Why can't you just leave us alone?" The vampire hissed. "We have as much right to live as you do." I needed him to turn around, otherwise I'd hit Sam.
"That's not what I read." I said confidently.
Like I knew he would, he turned abruptly and I pulled the trigger. The bullet hit him in the forehead, a round burn-like a circle crackling around it.
Sam got out of the choke hold, easily as the vampire swayed. I lowered the gun, still staring at the dying vampire. Blood trickled from his nose.
"You..." He said, his eyes unfocused as he stared at me. "...You...Are here...Too eradicate us...All of us..." He said, his words slurred but clearly scared. "Filius Concupivi..." He muttered, before falling to his knees, still staring up at me. "Have...Have mercy..." He said, like he was begging. His mate, the girl, was screaming.
"Concupivi...Mercy..." The he flickered, like there was a light inside him going out. He fell forward, dead.
Everyone stood still, staring at me, mostly. Dean looked at me, shocked. Sam had a similar expression.
I looked away from Sam when I heard a breathy 'No.' I saw the girl vamp, the mate of the one I killed, look at me with bloodthirsty (no pun intended) eyes. I just stared back at her, not moving.
I too was shocked at myself to move.
Even when she lunged at me I didn't move. Sam did though, grabbing my arms as he pulled me back, stepping in front of me slightly.
"Kate! Kate, don't!" Another vamp said, grabbing her arm to hold her back. She yanked her back, away from me and towards one of the cars.
We all watched as the two remaining vampires drove away.
"Nice shot." I heard John say.
"Dad," Dean said, clearly concerned. I think he went to help John up, but I'm not sure, my eyes were glued to the dead vampire.
"Nikki," I heard Sam say softly. "Nik?" He asked again, softer this time as he put a hand on my shoulder.
"Can-Can you take the gun?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. I cleared my throat after, but the clogged feeling in my throat didn't go away.
"Yeah," Sam said quickly, holding his hand out for it. When I didn't move, I felt one of Sam's large, warm hands pry my fingers off the Colt. "Are you ok?"
"He-He knew me," I said, my brows furrowing. "The-The vampire, he-he knew me."
"Nikki, you shot him in the head. I doubt he knew what he was saying." Sam said, moving his hand from resting on my shoulder that was next to him, to the other one, pulling me into a half hug.
"Y-Yeah," I said, looking up and frowning as I saw blood on his cheek. "I-I didn't hit you, did I?"
"No, no I'm fine," he assured me, steering me towards the Impala as he used his sleeve to wipe the blood off his face. He kept his arm around me, and didn't object when I leaned into him, one of my hands curling into a fist around the bottom of his shirt.