Are We Meant to Be?

Chapter 42

~Sam's POV~

"So, Dean. What are we gonna do about those vamps?" I asked once Ethan went back to playing.

"I don't know man, do you even think it's possible to kill them all even if we don't wake them up?"

"I don't know."

"You guys aren't seriously considering going back to finish them off are you?" Miranda asked as she entered the room.

"They've gotta die. They had a good 20 people held hostage. They are gonna keep killing them if we don't stop them." I said.

"Just get other hunters to handle it. I don't want you going back."

"There's no one else to ask that's close by. I'll make some calls and we'll see, ok?" I replied. I knew why she was worried, and I understood, but sometimes you do what you have to do. We spent the next few days hanging out and not doing research or hunting. It was nice to just spend time with Dean, Miranda and Ethan.

~Dean's POV~

It had been about a week since that last hunt. I was all healed up and everything was going well. Sam started agreeing with Miranda and didn't want to go back to the vamps, and wanted to get other hunters working on it. I wanted to make sure it was done right and the hostages were released. I packed a duffle bag, hopped in the impala, and left one night.

I pulled up to the vamp nest. It was just like the first time except it was just me. I released the hostages and carefully beheaded every vamp in the place. I got a few slashes on my arms from a couple of them fighting back, but I was generally fine. I walked out of the door expecting to get in my baby and leave, and there were tons of them. Probably at least 40. I whipped out my phone and called Sam.

"Hello?"

"Hey. I need your help."

"Dean, what's wrong? Where are you?"

"At the vamps nest. I need your help."

"I told you not to go. Dean you could-"

"I know. Can we discuss this later? There's probably 40 of them at least. Hurry."

"Ok. I'm on my way." He said and hung up. I locked the door to the barn-like place as best as I could so I could hide out as long as possible until Sam got there. A back door was smashed open. I was expecting a bunch of vamps but it was Sam.

"Dean."

"Sam. There's so many of them."

"I know. I killed a few to get in. This was such a stupid idea Dean."

"I know, ok? Yell at me later, just help me. How are we gonna kill them?"

"We just gotta do our best." I nodded. We just had to try.

We ran out and we went to town on those vamps. We were mostly successful. I was punched and cut in the face and Sam's arm may have been broken or severely sprained. We ended up killing them all after a couple hours.

"Is your arm ok? Do you need to go to the hospital?" I asked him once we were in the car.

"I'm fine Dean. Let's just go home." I nodded. He yelled at me and made accusations and I just stayed quiet because I didn't want to deal with it. I knew if I said anything back it would turn into an argument. We rode silently the rest of the ride back. Miranda was waiting up for us inside.

"Sam, Dean, are you guys ok?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna go lay back down. I assume you'll want to talk to Dean about all this, since you usually get through to him when he screws up, so I'll see you in a bit babe." He said with anger towards me present in his voice before kissing Miranda and going back to bed.

"Go ahead. Tell me how stupid I was and how horrible I am."

"Dean. I'm not gonna tell you something you've already heard probably about a billion times from him tonight. You feel bad enough, you don't need to hear it again. I just want to know if you're ok. Your face looks pretty banged up."

"I think I'm ok. I shouldn't need stitches, so I'm fine. Why aren't you gonna yell at me? Why does it matter to you if I've heard it already? I deserve it."

"If you don't need stitches then you're ok. I'm not gonna yell at you because I get why you did it, and knowing Sam, he already made you feel horrible, so you don't need to hear it again."

"Wait. You know why I did it?" I asked. I didn't say why I left.

"I think so. You wanted to make sure the hostages got out and it was done completely. Right?"

"Yeah." I paused. "Miranda, I'm sorry. I know you know I feel bad about it, but I need to apologize. It was stupid and then I drug Sam into it. I didn't want to hurt him."

"It's ok Dean. You're both ok and that's what's important."

"Well, I assume Sam is ok. I couldn't tell if he sprained his arm or broke it. I asked if he was ok, and all he would say is that he was fine." I said sadly. If he was hurt it was my fault.

"I'll check on him. I'm serious, it's ok. I'm not pissed at you. It was stupid, but everyone messes up."

"Thanks." I said. She went to her room and I went to mine.

~Miranda's POV~

"Hey babe."

"Hey." He replied. "How'd it go?"

"Fine. I wasn't planning on yelling at him. You laid into him enough already."

"Why not? He could have gotten himself killed."

"Because he just wanted to make sure it was done right and that the hostages were released. He didn't trust the hunters and knew you wouldn't go with him."

"Yeah but it was still stupid. If I hadn't shown up, he would have gotten himself killed."

"Sam, tell me the truth, are you mad that he almost got himself killed or that he almost got you killed? Cause there's a big difference."

"Why would you even ask that? Of course it's because he would have gotten himself killed."

"Sam. I know that's not true. You're mad because he almost got you both killed last time and now he drug you back in." I accused.

"Alright, fine. Yes. I'm mad about that. So?"

"So, why don't you understand that it was an accident? You know as well as I do that he doesn't want to hurt you. Ever."

"He may claim it's an accident, but then why does he continue to make stupid mistakes that nearly kill me?"

"So he's not allowed to make mistakes is that your point?"

"No he can, just-" he started. "Never mind"

"Sam, I-"

"I said never mind."

"Fine. We'll let it go for now. How's your arm? Broken or sprained?"

"Just sprained." I nodded and snuggled next to him.

"Just know that you, Dean, and I will be discussing this later." He nodded and we went to sleep.