Life with Dean and Sam Winchester.

Dare You To Stop Me (Mostly Dean POV)

Keyla's eyes went wide and her feet rushed up the stairs and into the small room where she had set Gabby. Her heart pounded as she raced up the stairs and her head swirled. Suddenly, that's when the cold air of the empty room slammed into her face. No childish snoring or grunts. No movement from the blankets she had placed Gabby under. No one was in the room.

Her lips fell open and then a couple seconds passed. Words didn't exit her lips, nor did a scream or cry. She just rushed to the bed and began to search for the CREATURE that stole her niece. She moved away from the bed and her heart was racing yet slowing down. Keyla fell to her knees and her breathing went ragged as the world spinner around.

Keyla jumped from her place on the ground, pale and sick looking. Her feet moved her down the stairs as Dean stared at her. Her lips trembled and her doe-eyes were as wide as a deer's in headlights. Dean moved forward, but, he couldn't say anything to comfort either one of the women in front of him. That's when Keyla let out a fierce growl and whisper. "We are going to find Gabby and we are going to kill the bastard that stole her." Her voice cracked at the end. Worst than anything he had heard before.

Keyla moved to the bathroom to clean herself off and change into clothes. She quickly did that and packed a bag and a quart of moonshine that she had always hid, along with a duffle full of her own guns.

--Dean--

Dean watched Keyla fly upstairs and then waited a good 5 minutes in absolute silence that was filled with light sobbing of her sister. His heart slowed down. It was like he lost Sammy. Like he lost him and was hit for it. Dean found his feet moving a bit, but then Keyla was at the bottom of the stairs, shocked and pale and sick looking. She had aged 10 years in her very expression. Her lips quivered.

She spoke those soft words that were filled with wild passion. Dean watched her walk into the bathroom and slam the door. Soon, though, he found Keyla out the door with her hair tied up, boots on, a big sweatshirt, and jeans. She carried at least 3 totes out.

Dean watched her quickly drop everything into the Impala's trunk then walk back in. "Dean. Get cleaned up. We are tracking this bitch and it's going down." Her voice was quiet and deadly and awful.

Dean opened his lips, "Key, we have no clue wh-" he was cut off.

"It's Gabby! I'm saving MY NIECE!" Her eyes meant business. "I lost my best friend. I'm not loosing Gabs." Her fingers were trembling as Sam was with Juliette in the kitchen. "I am not allowing something to destroy what little family I have left. What family I'll give myself for." She then disappeared up the stairs to look for evidence.

--Dean (1st Person)--

Within the next hour or so, I was out of the shower and placing his things in the trunk. Keyla shook hands with her sister, and gave a curt nod. Her words were short and quick, but her words were along the lines of, "Julie, Im finding the bastard and you can't come along. Not right now at least. I'm finding it and I'm slaughtering it." She then hugged her sister, then Sam. She slipped into the car and clicked herself in.

I, on the other hand, walked up to Juliette and hugged her. "Jules, we are going to find her." I then walked away and gave a nod to Sam. "Well, make sure she is safe or else Keyla will have your head, and I don't doubt she wouldn't take it by force." I gave a smirk and took my seat in the Impala.

I started it up and we began to drive off. The radio blared and my eyes kept shifting to the girl next to me. Her face was buried into a book with her glasses barely on her face. She kept muttering something to herself as she reading.

"Key, can you give me any hints as to where we are going?" I asked, eyes on her. Her brown orbs flickered up from the book, considering telling as to which was to go, but then they went back to the page. "Key!" I know I probably shouldn't have snapped that

quickly, but she was going to tell me.

Her eyes went into angry slits and looked up at me. "Baltimore, Maryland." Her lips were in a thick frown and her brows were furrowed. Her face was then buried into a book again. "In which we'll be staying at my friends house as house sitters and from there we'll be sleeping and researching." Her voice got distracted as she stared down at the books.

I only sighed and began to think. What was it that made Keyla think to go there? "So, what is it that we are hunting?" I asked, eyes on the dark and dusty road. My eyes were only on the road.

"A vampire, I believe. A vampire took my Gabbs." Her eyes were cold. "I know they took virgins, but not this young. You've told me stories about the alpha-vamp, so I only suspect that. I found this slip under Gabs bed and it gives us an address in Baltimore. I'm thinking we listen in there to get a grasp on what it is we are hunting, though I don't see what they want with children." Keyla was thinking aloud again as she placed a slip of paper in her sweat-shirt pocket again.

"Keyla, if it's the alpha vamp, he only wants to purify Gabby till she is of age to drink." I said simply. "They will make her perfect." My eyes shifted to her.

"Good thing I won't allow them to make my niece perfect. Perfection is a disease in which everyone becomes a paper doll. Not a person is capable being perfect with out getting ripped and torn." Keyla's words exited out in a mumble as she was in the book again.

Hours and hours passed until we reached the high-rises of Baltimore. The sky was cloudy, as usual with the crisp breeze coming in from the bay. The buildings were ugly and vapid, yet beautiful and sophisticated. Each curve of the buildings were made precisely to give the illusion of perfection, but, instead, swallowed anyone who passed with awe. It was late morning, so fog was still rising from the city. Keyla's head was snapped up the whole time we drove. She'd point out historical land-marks and suddenly let out a fact. "That's where Edgar Allan Poe lived. Edgar Allan Poe wrote Annabell Lee for his dead wife." And so on.

When we finally made our way through Baltimore and to the apartment building that Keyla's "friend" lived in after 30 minutes of trying to get out of a round-a-bout, I was even more shocked at the beauty of the lobby. The floors were marble and the walls were plastered with expensive looking art and stone as well. The floor glistened in the bright light of the middle crystal chandelier. Keyla seemed unphased by the sudden change in scenery.

Within minutes of arriving, Keyla and I were already headed up to the beautiful apartment that her friend wanted her to watch. We got the keys from her mail lock-box. Once inside, I felt the same sense of surprise wash over me once more. It was absolutely amazing. An open-floor plan apartment with large windows with an amazing view of the city. It had an electric fireplace and a large fish tank filled with exotic creatures from the depths of the Caribbean. The only doors in the place was to the bathroom, the bedrooms, and to the front. Everything else was all open.

Keyla made her way to the master suite and placed her bags down on a small stool-thing. She looked at home in the enviroment. The elegance was like her.