Maddison Winchester: Journal 6 {Supernatural} (Editing)

8 Family Matters: Part 3

We followed the GPS tracker to an old, abandoned warehouse, and sure enough, we found Samuel's van sitting outside. We parked the Impala and walked up to the door, which was splashed with blood and, of course, locked.

Sam touched the blood and looked at it. "Dead man's blood?"

Dean nodded and shrugged. "Smart. Lock the place down with vamp repellent." Then he picked the lock, and we walked in with our machetes drawn.

Inside, the place looked empty, so we took a right, leading us down several hallways. Then we heard footsteps, so we ducked into a side room. Sam and I hid behind a bookshelf while Dean hid behind a desk. Through a crack in the bookshelf, I could see Christian walk into the room with a shotgun and then back out a moment later.

Shortly after Christian left, we walked out and continued down the hall, where we heard strange crackling sounds and Samuel speaking to someone.

"You're seeing now how this shapes up is entirely up to you," he said, followed by another crackle.

At the end of the hall, we peered around the corner and spotted Samuel standing in front of a cage, holding who I could only assume was the alpha vamp. The vampire was tied down to a chair, he had a tube connected to his neck that was flowing with dead man's blood, and he had a metal stake in each of his hands and each of his feet attached to huge wires. The whole thing was connected to a giant electrical circuit that Samuel controlled with a handle switch.

"Where is it? Answer the question. Where is it? How do we find it?" Samuel demanded and then flipped the switch again.

Electricity hummed and crackled through the alpha's cage, but he wasn't phased.

"Ouch. Stop. That hurts," the alpha said sarcastically.

Samuel flipped the machine off. "Now, this... this is Club Med compared to what we have planned for you."

The alpha nodded. "Oh."

"I got— I got all the time in the world," Samuel threatened.

The alpha smiled. "Well, that makes two of us."

Samuel stared at the vamp for a moment, and then he left the room while the alpha chuckled at him.

Then, the alpha turned his attention in our direction. "Are you three going to hide all night? Come on out."

The three of us looked at each other, and then we reluctantly walked out and up to his cage.

"How can I help you?" the alpha asked.

"We got some questions for you, skippy. Since you're going nowhere fast," Dean said.

The alpha chuckled. "Don't be so sure."

"Yeah?" Dean asked. "Locked down pretty tight. And with all that dead blood rushing through your veins, not sure you got enough juice to fire up that psychic bat-signal of yours, do you?"

"True," the alpha said, "Not near enough juice for that... Dean."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "I didn't realize we were on a first-name basis."

The alpha nodded. "Of course we are. After all, you were my child... for a time. Dean, tell me... did you enjoy it?"

Dean walked up to the switch. "I'm asking the questions here, fright night." Then he pulled it, and electricity crackled through the wires to the stakes in the alpha's body.

"When your kind first huddled around the fire, I was the thing in the dark!" the alpha shouted. "Now you think you can hurt me? I have all night. Anyway, I'm happy to tell you whatever you want to know."