Snow On The Beach

Chapter Nineteen

Dean was drinking when the trio got back to the hotel, though that wasn't a surprise to anyone except Jasper. Sam urged the vampires to stay outside until they could break the news to Gordon about what "backup" really meant.

"So, why is Dean drinking not a shock?" Jasper asked, leaning casually against the wall.

Roslyn shrugged noncommittally. "It's a Winchester thing; a family vice, if you will."

"You don't drink," he pointed out.

"You're right," she agreed with a cheeky grin. "I just smoke."

The door burst clicked open and Dean followed Sam outside, nodding at Roslyn and Jasper.

"Dean, we've got to rethink this hunt," Sam started, hand shoved deep into his pockets.

Roslyn and Jasper pushed off the wall to follow them out into the parking lot. Dean grabbed Sam's arm to get him to stop walking and looked at him like he was crazy.

"What are you talking about? Where were you guys? And when did we agree on bringing friends?" That last bit was directed at Roslyn and she just grinned.

"You never said I couldn't."

Jasper rolled his eyes, but kept quiet. Sam quickly redirected the conversation back to the topic at hand.

"We were with the vamps, just over the bridge."

"No way, how many did you kill?" Dean was practically bursting at the seams at the though of a vampire massacre.

"None," Roslyn supplied, rounding to face Dean.

Dean scoffed and shook his head. "Well, they wouldn't just let you go. No offense, but it's not exactly in a vamp's nature."

"Rude," Roslyn muttered.

Jasper's soft voice drew focus. "We were called in because something was killing vamps, not the other way around."

Sam forged on before Dean could get another word out. "They're not like other vampires; they're not killing people, Dean."

"You gotta be kidding me," Dean ground out. "Then how the hell do they stay alive, or undead, or whatever it is they are."

"The cattle mutilations," Sam reminded him.

Jasper folded his arms over his chest. "Same way my family survives. They live off the animal blood."

Dean started staggering away from them, arms held out to his side as he ignored all the investigating he'd done in Forks. "No, man. No way. I don't care. We find them and we waste them. What part of vampires don't you understand, Sam? If it's supernatural, we find it and we kill it. End of story. That's our job."

Roslyn and Jasper wisely chose to remain silent throughout the argument, though Roslyn could feel him wrestling with her irritation. That didn't stop them from sharing a worried look, though.

Sam spluttered for a moment, lost for words. "No, Dean. That is not our job. Our job is hunting evil. These things are not killing people. They're not evil."

"Of course they're killing people. That's what they do!" Dean shouted, rounding on his brother and jamming a finger into his chest.

Roslyn had had enough. "Not all of us, Dean," she yelled, stepping between the brothers. "You accepted that I survive on demons. You accepted the Cullens living on animals. Why is this any different?"

He was stunned for a moment, jaw working as he searched for an argument. "I shouldn't have called you in, Roslyn. You're too close to the situation."

"Because I'm a vampire? Is that it?"