A Hunters Heart

The Kickoff

Dean glanced at Sam from the drivers seat of the Impala. Sam peeked behind his back at the warehouse they were about to storm. It was late at night and Dean decided it was time to go. Within seconds they had their machetes sharpened and dead man's blood at the ready.

"Are you sure they're gone?" Sam asked his brother cautiously

"We both saw them leave, at LEAST two trucks full vamps went out for the hunt."

"Are you sure that no one was left behind?

"Two trucks FULL, Sam. How many do you think there are?"

"I don't know, but we have enough dead mans blood for an army ready for when they come back."

And with that, they stormed into the warehouse. Thanks to a hole in the fencing, the entrance was easy. Experience told them that the room they were looking for would be the top of the 5 story building. The brothers made their way up a series of creaky stairs, stopping at each floor to find a what they were looking for. After only 2 floors of termite-infested stairwells, they found it. A near empty room was where they finally saw the feeding floor. It was a large, relatively empty room with a round table at the far end. Surrounding the table were a set of seven vacant chairs. Sections were fenced off of the wall with metal wire crossing them, closing off bleeding victims.

"How many people do they need?" Sam inquired, shaking one of the countless cages, causing the meal inside to moan and slowly shrug only to fall back to sleep, "There's probably two more floors full of these guys."

"I think you were right, Sammy," Dean looked to his younger brother with terror in his eyes, "there's way more than two trucks of 'em."

Sam looked confused for a moment, before he saw Dean take a handful of empty blood bags out of an industrial sized garbage can. Far more than enough to feed just two trucks, the brothers didn't have time to think before they were being attacked by 6, no, 7 vamps.

Dean took a swing at the first fang he could see, but it ducked before the machete could make contact. He did however, manage to slice some meat off the side of the vamp next to the first one, leaving it clenching its side, vulnerable. Dean saw an opportunity and took it, cutting the neck of the injured vamp. His victory was short lived as he took a blow from another fang, right below his left ribcage. Scowling he jerked back his left elbow, successfully hitting the attacker in its chest. One more swing of a machete And then there were five, he thought. Within the next few minutes, he took two more blows, one to his stomach, and one to his face. Eventually, though, he managed to take the head off another vamp.

Examining his surroundings, he heard a gunshot. Sammy! Sam had shot one of the scrawnier vamps in his chest with dead man's blood, probably paralyzing the SOB, down for the count. Wounds covered the remaining vampires. Sammy had fought a good battle, but he hadn't managed to kill a single one. He's rusty. Dean shoved his way into the storm of blows and blades. Sam nearly cut off his brothers head, but luckily, Dean anticipated the charge, dodging the blade and sending it through the neck of the fang beside him. Sam was pretty beat up by the time there were only two vamps still standing. Dean tried his best to help his brother, but a fang had managed to grab him from behind and was currently cutting off his air supply, the room went black. Sam saw all of this and managed to work up enough rage to chop the head off of the thug who knocked out his brother.

He knelt down and took his brothers pulse. Escalated. Working its way to normality. Deans eyes slowly opened. "Did we win?" he asked with a chuckle and cough. A smiling Sam sighed, and turned around, looking at the damage the battle had caused. To his surprise, he couldn't see the mess past a figure with a harpoon launcher pointed at him. Deans eyes opened wider from his position on the ground. As Sam rose his hands, he opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the harpooned silhouette.

"Duck." the figure said, and, with that word, Sam joined his brother on the ground. A harpoon shot past the brothers and into the neck of a vampire. How did I miss that? Sam thought, He was right in front of me! As the figure stepped over the boys, it pushed the wide blade of the harpoon the rest of the way through the vamps neck. Clever. Sam thought, he and Dean, now fully conscious, got to their feet.

In a flash, Dean had his gun out and pointed at the figure that was pulling the harpoon out of the vampires neck.

"Put it down," Dean shouted, not knowing who this was, if it was a hunter, another vampire, or one of the fangs' blood-bags that had gotten out. The brothers could see two hands raise, but hardly anything else in the darkness of the shadows. "Come into the light, slowly," Dean finished. No movement, "NOW." he insisted, gripping his gun tighter.

"Okay," a voice rang out of the shadows, shocking the brothers. Jaws dropped as the previously anonymous figure stepped into the light. A woman. about 6', made her way slowly to the boys. Her face was scared, but stern. The freckles on her cheeks made them look dirtier than they were, but highlighted her green eyes nicely. Her anxious face was framed by wisps of blonde hair that were rebelling against the ponytail that was sitting comfortably towards the back of her head. Her face was one that had seen conflict, and when it looked towards the brothers, they could see she was a friend. Dean lowered the gun slowly and her hands fell to her sides.

"You're welcome," She had broken the silence between the three of them. Dean tucked his gun back into the back of his belt and Sam began to speak.

"Thanks," he started, still catching his breath, "I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean," his extended hand met with hers and a smile formed on her face. Sam was smiling back when her hand went limp. Her smile faded as she fell to the ground, right next to the vampire that had just stabbed her.