Hunting (On Hold)

Chapter 8. Fight

WL

"Have any other friends that will show up to help?" I ask a little nervous about our odds.

"Cas but he seems to be busy." He says with a shrug. "We got this like you said." He says encouragingly. I nod softly.

"Hand over the girl and you can go freely." A female says walking out in front of everyone else.

"Why, what's your stake in all of this?" Dean asks. I can tell he wants to step in front of me but resists that urge.

"Her death will benefit all our kind. The future of all of us lies in her death and hers alone. No one else has to die." She says firmly. I can see her hands shaking. Her eyes change as fur ascends her arms.

"Her death benefits no one and will be a loss to us. Shut up and fight or leave." Dean growls, itching for a fight. A howl erupts as Dean gives me a straight face and gives me a slight nod of encouragement.

I place the knives in my back pocket so I can focus with the gun and use them when needed. I don't want them in the way but be at hand when I need them. Benny disappears in the crowd doing what he does. The crowd comes at us and Dean fires at what he can. I see the machete on the hood of the trunk. No point wasting bullets on something that can only be killed by beheading.

I throw a silvered knife at a werewolf coming at me. It howls as the sting of it hits another behind them in the heart. I shoot the first in the heart and they fall together. I shoot more and throw knives when I can. There are so many coming at us how are we going to get them all. Even with Benny on our side, it seems like overkill.

I back up and grab the machete off the trunk, taking the sheath off and beheading a Vamp that's behind Dean. He looks at me surprised as the blood sprays me in the face. I continue not paying much attention to him. I shoot more werewolves and put in a new mag before I get smothered by the enemies. Blood spraying as I behead more vamps.

It is tiring work but if I stop, I'll be killed, or worse Dean because he's trying to help me. If I let that happen Sam might kill me himself. For all the innocents who get hurt by these monsters, I have to get justice for them and protect others so it won't happen again. It feels like more and more keep coming out of now were. Where's the end to this monster horde.

I'm running out of bullets. The last bullet flies as the gun empties out. I quickly change to my last mag. Crap. I throw the last of my knives. I'll have to get more or find them. I run in getting a handful of vamps right away. I see one of the knives and grab it. I stab a claw that comes at me before firing at its heart. Blood splats on my face. I feel like I'm covered in this crap. I have to get closer to the car, I don't want to just drop the gun when its emptied.

I make my way back to the car, chopping my way through. I shoot a couple as well. Once I get to the car the gun is useless now. I put the gun on the seat so I don't forget it. I put the knife in my left hand and machete in the right. I twirl the knife around a couple times before stabbing several of them that come at me. I'll have to remember to keep my own pocket knife on me at all times and somehow keep it coming back to me. I see Benny off to the side ripping heads off what he can. Dean's surrounded but alive. Not much left now.

Fuck that's a lot of monsters though. We need to get out of here before the cops come. This wouldn't be a good time to get questioned by them or caught. I chop off my last vamps head and turn back to Dean. Almost done. I throw my knife at the werewolf, distracting it before stabbing it in the heart. Benny nods before leaving.

"Good throw but we have to get out of here now." Dean says urgently. Not liking the massacre that's happened here. I wonder how this will be explained away. How will it even get cleaned up, that's probably a better question.

"Yeah, lets go." I respond as we get into the car and high tail it out of there. I'm going to need a good shower after this. I move the gun between us and place the machete at my feet. It's just asking for trouble in my hand. We'll need to get the groceries inside as well. Maybe Sam can put it away. It was so tense after getting out of the parking to that there's no music playing at all.

"When do these weapons get cleaned?" I ask curious.

"We can do it later after we've put away the food and cleaned up. I don't know about you but I feel disgusting." He says a little tense.

"Alright." I murmur as he focuses on the road. I will sleep well tonight, that's for sure. My hair, as red as it is naturally is soaked in blood making it stand out more. It's sticking on me in a very unsettling way all across my shoulders and neck. Its gross, maybe I should get it cut shorter so it doesn't get the chance to get this gross again. Maybe not I like my hair shoulder length, it gets nice waves and ringlets at times.

I sigh softly, wanting to just get clean and rest. What a day it was. First finding out about my supposed being is blessed, then doing the range to let out my confusion, to getting groceries and having to fight our way out. I can't believe all the shit that has happened. I wonder why Cas didn't come when Dean called? I mean yeah, he's an angel but wouldn't this have been a good time for him to help or clean up what had happened?

Oh well I guess, we made it out alive so I'll be thankful for that. I feel a hand on top of my own. I look over at Dean's placed his hand over mine and is faintly smiling to me.

"We're back at the bunker." He softly murmurs to me. I look around and notice he's parked already. How long has he been sitting there looking at me before pulling me out of my thoughts?

"Oh, that was fast." I say obliviously. I reach to open the door and his hand squeezes the one he's now holding. I look back at him, lowering my hand that was going to open the door. He looks solemn and deep in thought. We sit in silence as he thinks over something in his head.

"You did fantastic out their Winnie. Far better then I could have hoped for, for your first fight. I'm proud of how well you reacted to what was given out there. You have natural instincts and saved my life multiple times while we were out. Thank you." He says a little choked up. I try not to tear up.

"Thanks, I guess. If you died, I'm sure Sam would have killed me. You saved my life first Dean, it was nothing. I'm just glad we made it out of there." I tell him earnestly. He chuckles.

"Getting compliments aren't something your used to is it. Its fine. You did well, please remember that." He says with a boyish grin. Its a truly special smile that I bet he doesn't let others see often. A softer side to him.

"I will try." I say with a nod and smile myself. He gets out before things get more awkward. I get out too and place the gun and machete into the trunk once we get the groceries out. He places the knives I threw into the back as well. They'll get cleaned later I'm guessing. We bring everything into the kitchen. I help put everything away before heading to my room.

I need a good rinse. I hear a startled noise behind me but when I look at who made it I don't see anyone. Maybe Sam saw Dean and I just hear his reaction to it. Might be a good idea to sleep after my shower if I don't fall asleep while I'm in the shower. I haven't even eaten yet either. Priorities. Shower before you do anything else.

I turn the water on once I get in to the bathroom. Locking the door, I start peeling the dirty clothes off me. This will feel so good.