Blood, Sweat, and Tears ch. 6

Dean left early that morning and headed toward the hotel where they had been staying. He parked his baby behind the hotel and made sure that it was hard to find. Then he went into the hotel room to get his dad’s journal and their laptop, it might come in handy later. He put it into one of the duffle bags along with some other weapons and means of defense, just in case. The car would be far away and if they needed to fight something, they needed supplies. He then sighed and looked around the room before dropping the bag on the floor and falling back on the bed. He fell sleep for a couple hours.

When Dean woke up a few hours later, he decided to go ask around town about the stories. He stopped at the diner first since everyone seemed to congregate there. Over the course of the next several hours, he asked everyone he saw about the vampire stories and what they thought. He was sure he had asked the entire town by then. Dean even found himself in the library looking up the history of Emma’s house. He didn’t find out anything more than he already knew. The citizens of Saratoga were less than helpful as well. He sighed; feeling quite defeated and left the library. It was getting late and he had to get back to Emma’s before Sam got worried.

He was running a bit late but he didn’t think much of it. The sun was setting just as he got to the cemetery. He decided to cut through the cemetery because it was the fastest way to Emma’s house. It was early still so he was sure that they wouldn’t be out. Even if they were, Dean had supplies and was ready for a fight. That’s what he thought anyway. He was half way through the cemetery, just passed the mausoleum. He stopped, hearing something behind him and turned around. There was nothing there. He turned back slowly and when he did, there was a woman in front of him.

“You’re the one he spoke of,” she said simply. There was a melody in her voice. Dean wouldn’t let it shake him though. He would gladly admit that she was the hottest enemy they had come across yet.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said with a shrug and continued on his way.

The woman laughed and seemed to have disappeared, only to reappear in front of Dean. “He was very worried about what you would think,” she said simply. She walked up to Dean and looked into his eyes. She smiled and placed her hand gently on his chest then slowly circled him, looking him over. Dean followed her with his eyes. Her touch was like ice, but he could feel a fire inside him. “You are his brother,” she asked.

Dean nodded slowly as he watched her. He noticed his heart was racing. This couldn’t possibly be a good thing. Did he just nod? Now they know Sam was still there. His heart seemed to stop when he realized that he just sealed his brother’s fate. He tried desperately to move and continue on his way to the house so he could warn Sam, but it was useless. The woman, Natasha, simply smiled at him. “What are you afraid of,” she whispered in his ear. Her voice was like a song. Dean’s eyes rolled back for a moment. His mind turned to the fire and him carrying his crying baby brother out of the house. That baby in his arms was his responsibility. Dean knew it’s what his mother would want. Then he saw something that he knew wasn’t a memory. He opened his eyes and looked over at Natasha. He had seen his brother lying on the ground covered in blood. His skin was dead white. Dean’s breathing was now very heavy and his heart was racing.

“Do not be afraid Dean,” she whispered with a smile. “I can protect him. He will be safe with me.”

“No way,” Dean said instantly. He may be distracted by her beauty and obvious power but he would never just hand Sam to her.

She smiled at him and placed her hand on his face and Dean closed his eyes. Dean felt Natasha’s lips lightly touch his. Stop. Dean stop her what’s wrong with you, he thought. However, he did just the opposite. Dean found himself leaning into her kiss. He dropped the bag he had brought with him and cupped her face in his hands as he kissed her. He didn’t notice his feet moving, leaving the bag behind. He was following her into the mausoleum. Natasha ran her hands down Dean’s chest and pulled at his shirt.

He finally backed off when he noticed he was inside the mausoleum. The doors slammed shut. “Shit,” he whispered. He turned to leave but Natasha pulled him back and sank her teeth into his neck. Dean clenched his mouth shut to keep from screaming as he felt his blood leave his body. It only got worse though. Moments later he felt something tear at his leg, he looked down and saw the figure of another man there. He couldn’t hold back the screaming as he felt more biting. He noticed Natasha stood and smiled at him. There were at least eight others surrounding him. He felt himself becoming weaker, drifting in and out of consciousness. He watched Natasha disappear in the mausoleum.

Relief swelled when Dean vaguely heard the sounds of bickering. They were fighting over him. Soon it turned into fistfights. Now was Dean’s chance. He pushed them off with what little strength he had and made a break for the door. Dean had always been amazingly strong; it came from years of hunting. He through the mausoleum doors open and ran for Emma’s house. He didn’t get very far before he felt someone tackle him. He felt teeth sink into his chest once more and he screamed, pushing the man off him with all his strength. Dean looked over and noticed his shotgun on the ground next to him. He grabbed it and slammed it against the vampire’s head. Then he stood and ran for the house again.

He noticed he got to the door and fell to his knees. He lifted his arms several times to knock on the door but nothing happened. He didn’t know how much longer he could stay conscious. He couldn’t go, he had to protect Sammy. He had to. That was the only thing keeping him open. He finally managed to knock lightly on the door. When the door opened, he saw Emma and swore he was looking on the face of an angel. He fell forward and his world went black. He could feel his brother pick him up and lay him on the couch. Vaguely, he heard the two of them talking. Emma told Sam to be careful. Why? The thought that he might turn hadn’t occurred to him until that moment. Dean was terrified now that he would. He couldn’t hurt Sammy. He would rather die. Dean managed to gain the strength to open his eyes. He wanted to tell Sam, to tell him if Dean turned, Sam had to kill him. He wouldn’t let himself hurt Sam. He wanted to tell all of this and more to his baby brother but he couldn’t move. He just looked up into his brother’s devastated eyes. He tried to lift his arm to comfort his brother but he couldn’t. Dean was not conscious long. Seconds later his world became, not only black, but also silent.

He thought he could hear faint whispers, a woman’s voice, a woman’s song. It reminded him of the lullabies his mother would sing to him when he was little. He wanted to call out to his mother but he couldn’t. Then he saw her. He was in Sammy’s nursery. She was standing over his crib. Dean walked up behind her, knowing what he was seeing wasn’t real. He stood behind her silent and just watched her. “How could you Dean,” she asked with tears in her eyes. She looked back at him. Her eyes were red from crying. Dean looked confused. “He’s your brother. You’re supposed to protect your brother.” Worry enveloped Dean as he took a few steps toward Sammy’s crib. He stopped when he saw the inside. There was blood everywhere, but no one was in the crib.

“W…. where’s Sammy mom,” he asked quietly. His words were like a child’s but his voice was his own. “Mom,” he said, his voice beginning to crack. “Where’s Sammy?”

Mary turned toward her oldest son and placed her hand gently on his face to comfort him. “I’m sorry Dean,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Where’s Sammy mom,” he asked again, staring into his mother’s eyes. He noticed his lower lips trembling. It always did that when he was really upset or scared.

“Sammy’s gone Dean,” she whispered. He stared at her terrified now. “Don’t you remember Dean,” she asked. “You killed him.”

“No,” he whispered taking a step back.

“Yes, Dean. But its all right, I’m not angry with you.” She smiled at him and kissed her son’s forehead. “You were only doing what your father told you,” she said simply. “Like a good little boy.” She smiled at him. Dean was terrified as he stared at his mother. Seconds later, she burst into flames.

“MOM,” Dean screamed reaching for her. He felt something pulling at him though. “NO,” he shouted. He could see Sam standing behind her burning figure. He was smiling. His smile was cold, inhuman, and almost demonic. Dean just stared then everything went black once more.