Blood, Sweat, and Tears ch. 4

Emma looked over at Dean. His face was ghostly white. Emma gave him a questioning look. She turned her gaze to the parchment in his hand after a moment. “Vengeance,” she whispered. “They were looking for vengeance.” She looked over at Dean once more. He still hadn’t spoken. “Hey, you all right? Dean?” She studied him for a moment. “That story,” she whispered. “What James Brennan recorded, that means something to you doesn’t it?”

Dean seemed to suddenly snap out of whatever train of thought he was in. He looked over at her. “No,” he said quickly. Then he picked up a few more papers and began reading them. It was obvious to Emma that he was avoiding something.

“Fine then,” she said bitterly. She got up and moved back to where she had been before, mumbling about his secrets.



Sam made his way through the cemetery. Along with the handgun he had in his belt, he had several stakes and other precautions in a bag over his shoulder. Something in him kept telling him that this was a bad idea. He pushed those thoughts away, determined to stay on the ball. He wouldn’t get caught off guard by anything. Dean would never let him forget it if he did. He finally reached the mausoleum and opened the door that had been unlocked by the kids before. After taking a few steps inside, the door slammed shut behind him. “Great,” he said with a sigh. The room suddenly became very cold. He moved the flashlight around the room. On several occasions, he thought he felt something brush passed him.

After what seemed like only five minutes in there, Sam’s flashlight flickered and went out. “Damn it,” he muttered. He looked around, his eyes slowly getting used to the darkness. He sighed loudly; again, he felt something brush passed him. He turned quickly. He could hear soft footsteps around him. He took the gun out and opened the bag. Before he could grab anything from the back something hit him from behind. He felt himself fly across the room and hit the wall on the other side. He got up slowly and looked around.

“Stop,” he heard a female’s voice whisper. The whisper seemed to echo in the room. “Maybe I jumped to conclusions last time,” the woman’s voice said softly. All sounds around him stopped. He stood slowly and tried to find the voice. His hand clenched around the gun. “This one is gifted, powerful.”

“Natasha,” Sam heard a young man’s voice call out.

“Silence child, I have no need for you,” she snapped. “Kill him.” Moments later Sam heard someone scream. “This boy has power, great power.” Slowly Sam saw the figure of the woman. Then he could see her. She was beautiful, unlike anything Sam had seen. Sam knew better. He could see the trick that this creature was using. She approached Sam and ran her hand gently over his face. Her fingers were like ice. A chill shot down Sam’s spine. He tried to keep his mind on what he was supposed to be doing. “What is your name child,” she whispered in his ear. Sam felt her lips lightly touch his neck. Sam’s eyes rolled back. Again, he tried to fight it. He knew what Dean would say if Sam let anything happen. He felt Natasha’s teeth pierce Sam’s skin. Instantly he pushed her away with all his strength. He ran for the bag across the room. Natasha grabbed him and threw him against the wall once more. “Your name,” she shouted.

Sam felt her pin him against the wall. He struggled to get away, until he caught her eyes. He was mesmerized if only for a moment. “Sa… Sam Win… Winchester,” he whispered. He saw her lean forward to bite him again. For a second time Sam pushed her away. He ran as fast as he could for the door, grabbing the bag on the way. Once he opened the door, he knew he was safe. The sun was up now. He didn’t stop running though until he got back to the mansion. He caught sight of the clock as he ran inside. He had been gone for nearly five hours. “DEAN,” he shouted as he ran down the stairs. He found the room Emma had mentioned earlier and stopped dead when he looked inside. He rolled his eyes and sighed.

The two had fallen asleep. Dean never was very good at researching. Dean was lying on the ground with his coat under his head. Emma was laying perpendicular to Dean with her had on his stomach. Sam assumed that Dean had fallen asleep first. “Dean,” Sam said quickly. He walked into the room and shook his brother. Dean jumped awake, but didn’t sit up, realizing that Emma was there. When he looked down and saw her he smiled almost triumphantly.

Sam sighed and shook his head. Dean looked up at his brother and saw blood dripping from Sam’s neck. “Sam,” he said getting up quickly. He let Emma’s head hit the ground and she woke up instantly. Dean looked down at her. “Sorry,” he whispered. “Damn it Sam what happened.”

Sam looked down and saw the blood on his shirt. “Its not as bad as it could have been,” he snapped. “The stories, the vampire stories, they’re true. There’s… there’s a whole coven in there,” he said quickly. “I’m assuming they’re all Wilkes.” He looked down at Emma and Dean. “What?”

“We read this journal entry from my family in Ireland. James Brennan and his brother hunted a vampire. It said they had been hunting it for almost a year after the disappearance of their father. They father started hunting it looking for vengeance after it killed their mother.” She stopped when she saw the same reaction on Sam that Dean had. The two looked at each other. “Now I want you to tell me why you both keep reacting like that.”

“We have a lot in common with them apparently,” Sam answered. He wouldn’t go into detail about it though. “Did you find anything about a woman named Natasha?”

Emma looked through some of the papers. She thought she had seen the name before but she couldn’t remember where. “Sam,” Dean said loudly. “What the hell happened?”

“Nothing Dean,” Sam snapped. “I got out of there before anything could happen.”

“This… this Natasha, she’s one of them?” Sam nodded and watched Emma searching for the papers. “She’s a vampire Emma,” Dean said and Emma stopped searching. She gave him a somewhat bitter glare but he ignored it. To Emma, his personality had completely changed. He was no very upset, almost parental. It slightly amused Emma. “Sam, what happened, how did that happen,” he snapped pointing at the wound on his brother’s neck.

“I told you I got out before anything bad happened.”

“Sam if she bit you something bad already happened,” Dean shouted. “It may not have been enough for her to have any power over you but still.” Dean sighed and stepped out of the room with his brother. “Sam you’ve got that vibe, ESP thing. She knows now.” He ran his hands through his hair and walked around almost nervously. “Sam,” he said with a sigh. “Don’t you think?”

“It was your idea for me to go Dean,” he shouted. “So you could stay here and put moves on her.”

“Hey,” Emma shouted indignantly. She walked out of the room and up to them. “Don’t involve me in your sibling rivalry.”

Sam just shot her an icy glare and Emma took a step back. “Dean, nothing’s gonna happen.”

“Oh no, now she’s tasted psychic boy blood. Nothing bad is gonna happen at all,” he said coldly.

“Dean!” Sam sighed and sat down. “Its fine, you’re getting way too worked up about this.”

“Sorry if I don’t like the idea of my brother being a vampire, you know what with he’s psychic. Oh, and MY BROTHER!!!”

Emma stood leaning against the wall watching them. They had real issues Emma could see that now. They’re relationship was an entertaining one to watch though. “Then maybe you should just leave,” she suggested. She didn’t want to seem rude. “They don’t leave the town because they’re bound to the house, the cemetery, my family. I finished reading after dopey here fell asleep. You move around too much when you sleep,” she said glaring at him. “Anyway,” she said shaking her head. “If this woman is now looking towards your brother then maybe you should just leave.”

“We can’t do that,” Dean said quickly.

“Why,” Emma asked instantly. “I can handle it myself. There’s nothing keeping you here.”

“We can’t just… up and… and leave,” Dean said simply, though his voice told Emma that he wasn’t sure why. She glared at him and Dean looked over at Sam. “It… it just doesn’t seem right,” Dean said quickly.

Sam sighed and ran his hands through his hair, much the same way Dean had before. “We could hide the car, make it seem like we left,” Sam said looking back and forth between Dean and Emma. “We could leave the car at the hotel in town. Then come back here. We’d have plenty of time to do that today.”

Emma watched them for a moment. “We’d have to walk back Sam,” Dean said simply. They both looked like they were considering it. “That actually is a pretty good idea,” he said leaning against the wall opposite Emma. “So I’ll take the car back today and you stay here with Emma.”

Emma laughed at all their planning. “And you’ll stay where,” she asked somewhat coldly. “Didn’t either of you think it would be a good idea to ask me first?”

“Would you mind if we stayed with you,” Sam asked looking over at Emma.

Emma looked back and forth between Sam and Dean. Finally she pushed herself away from the wall and sighed. “Fine,” she said reluctantly. She walked up to Sam and stopped, standing up on her toes. Sam looked at her and leaned down, since he was a good foot taller than she was. “Keep him away from me,” she whispered, looking over at Dean. Then she walked upstairs. Sam looked over at Dean and smile, laughing quietly.

“What,” Dean said looking confused. “What’d she say,” he asked quickly as he followed his brother upstairs.

“Nothing,” Sam answered simply with a smile on his face.