Snow On The Beach - Jasper Hale

Chapter Four

The vampires weren't hard to find, but irritation shot through Roslyn at the sheer number of them. She had been expecting one, maybe a mated pair, but not an entire goddamn coven. Her head cracked against the stone wall of the warehouse - again - and she had to suppress a groan of pain.

The vamps had thrown her bag as far from her as they could get it and all Roslyn was left was the wooden stake she had refused to let go of. She had been able to take out two before the rest of the coven caught onto her presence and turned on her instead of the humans they had been busy tearing to shreds.

Humans. Plural this time. 

Roslyn had just gotten to her feet again when she was lifted off the ground, the pressure of a hand on her throat sending shivers down her spine. She  let the stake slip from her sleeve and grinned as she buried it in the vampire's chest. He stumbled back, but it wasn't enough to keep him down. It wasn't until Roslyn pivoted and kicked his head clean off his body that he finally crumbled into a pile of rubble.

Roslyn could barley get her bearings straight before a pair of headlights blinded her. She held up a hand to cover her eyes, recognizing the Metallica song blasting from the speakers. Roslyn knew that car and the driver's affinity for good music. She had just hoped they'd be a few days behind on the other side of the country.

But the Winchesters had finally decided to show their faces.

One of the vampires took advantage of her momentary disorientation and Roslyn was slammed into the ground. She threw her skull back, grinning at the sound of a nose breaking. She rolled over, ripping the vampire's head from her body without a second thought.

Gunshots rang through the air and Roslyn saw vampires drop left and right. They weren't dead, though: she could hear their screams of pain. She immediately ducked behind a dumpster, knowing better than to get caught in the crossfire of the Winchester's dead-man's blood bullets. She'd suffered enough headaches because of them to last her entire undead lifetime. 

Finally, the bullets stopped raining and Roslyn stepped out of her hiding spot, not looking as she grabbed a charging vampire by the neck and took its head off.

It wasn't until Dean Winchester turned his bloodthirsty gaze to her that Roslyn realized they had downed the rest. And it didn't look like he had plans to stop. Roslyn turned on her heel to run, not wanting to have the conversation she knew was coming, but a gun went off before she could even take a step. A bullet tore through her shoulder and Roslyn bit back a scream. She'd forgotten how much those bastards hurt. But her pain turned to confusion when she saw who had shot her.

Roslyn had been expecting John. But it wasn't John before her with his gun still raised. It was Sam. 

And then there was a stake through her stomach and Roslyn's knees crunched on the dirty pavement. The Winchester brothers stood over, watching her as she ripped the stake from her stomach, stifling the cry of pain that threatened to rip free.

"Can you two dumbasses stop trying to kill me? We're on the same side here."

Dean clearly didn't buy it, raising his machete instead of listening to a word Roslyn said. Sam stood just behind his brother, just watching her with calculating eyes as he turned Roslyn's words over in his mind.

"Come on, Sam. I know you're the smart one," Roslyn ground out, her fingers delving into her shoulder for the bullet. "How many did I take out before you got here?"

"Oh, shut up." Dean said bitterly. If it wasn't for Sam's hand on his chest, Dean would have taken Roslyn's head off then and there.

"Dean, maybe we should hear her out," Sam reasoned, his voice soft. He still didn't take his eyes off Roslyn.