Star Fall / Book One (SPN Fan Fiction)

Chapter Twenty

A vampires screech struck the night sky, pouncing onto John Winchester's back. As an early teenage Dean quickly diced its head from its body. The creature dropped to the ground, and Dean received a respectful nod from his father. Another vamp attacked, and Dean swept it off its feet allowing John to decapitate it.

"Dean, get the girl!" John yelled as he slashed at oncoming fangs. Dean took off running to the front of the large cabin. Without wasting another second, he kicks in the front door. Ganking three vampires as he pursued, turning a corner into the completely destroyed kitchen. Blood splattered all over the walls, the furniture broken and turned over. He took down a hall and ended up at a locked barrier. Finding light blaring from under the threshold. He blew off the triple padded locks and flung open the door. The interior looked as if a bomb had gone off. Everything was completely destroyed, not a single thing in tact. And in the far corner of the room, was a child. Chained to the floor in enchanted cuffs, laid out on her side by a spot filled fireplace. Dean rushes over, scanning her deeply sliced and bloodied body. Checking under her jaw for a pulse when her pale green eyes roll open, fluttering up at him. Making him freeze, pulling away in a trance.

"Hey, Hey. It's okay. I'm gonna get you out of here." He whispers in confidence. She examined the security in his expression, giving a timid but trustworthy nod. "Can you move?" She shifted up without any discomfort, taking him back a bit. "O-okay, hold out your hands." He advised, directing her with a guided gesture. She did as instructed and he stood, cocking a gun and firing a bullet into the metal chain, freeing her. Dean returned to her side as she stood. Gripping her hand and holding tight. Feeling a strange sense of dedication. "Come with me." He said, rushing her out of the cabin's back door. They race to the Impala. Now blocked off by vampires.

"DEAN, GO!" John yelled, decapitating a vamp who was running at them. "NOW!" Dean reluctantly turned, running off through the woods to their agreed upon location.

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Dean arrives at The Lagoon Inn motel in South Dakota, stumbling into the room. Sipping from the bottle of whiskey as he slumps onto the foot of the bed. His eyelids lower, the levels of intoxication loom over him. His phone chimes. Seeing it was Sam, he tossed it onto the floor in the kitchen, letting it ring out. He sighs, running his hands over his face before pressing the whiskey to his lips. The phone rings again and Dean just stares, watching it vibrate across the tile. Numbly swigging the bottle. Attempting to subdue The Mark's persistent drive. Which has only worsened since Kyiah's been out of reach...

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Sam grunts in frustration, leaving another voicemail.

"Dammit, Dean. Pick up the fucking phone. This is important. Please, call me. Now." He paces the floor of the foyer as Castiel rests at the end of the table in the study. "He's not answering, I'm going to start tracking him." Sam joins him and re-opens his laptop, firing up the tracking process.

"You've traced the video, correct?"

"I tried, but I couldn't find an address."

"Try again." Cas begs. Sam nods, running a secondary scanning source to find the cryptos origin in a wider range. When the computer alerted, bringing their active attention.

"Huh, I-I got it." Sam exhales, feeling a wave of relief as Castiel meets his shoulder.

"Give me the location."

"You're not going in there alone." Sam decides, Castiel skewers his expression to one of confusion.

"They are just creatures, Sam."