Decapitation of... who?

Dean’s POV

Sam and I took Annie to our car. I looked at her expression, as I lovingly stroked the Impala’s smooth, dusty, black surface. She was gobsmacked (the girl not the car).

Suddenly, a bright light filled the parking lot. Annie screamed. Sam and I both looked at her, frowning. Annie’s white skin was sparkling, like she’d implanted diamonds into herself. 

“That’s not human,” Sam whispered to me. I glared at him. But I had to check anyway. Sam handed me an EMF. It was beeping frantically. I exchanged a glance with my brother. 

“Annie,” I murmured in a voice I hoped was calm. “Annie look at me.”

Annie turned her beautiful face in my direction. Her expression scared. “Remove your glasses love,” I whispered softly, but commandingly. Annie obeyed, and looked up at me. I gasped. Her eyes were brilliantly, shockingly, crimson red. The vampire smiled, a lovely smile that somehow seemed evil.

“You have to kill her,” Sam murmured in my ear. I nodded. I was in hunting mode now. Though it seemed strange to be hunting this beautiful girl. The young bartender I’d fallen in love with. 

“How long have you been a vampire?” I asked Annie.

Annie shook her head vigorously. “I woke up this morning. As a vampire.”

“When were you changed?” I pressed. But Annie didn’t answer. She just screamed, and pressed her hands to her temples, shrinking to the ground. I squatted in front of her. 

“Kill me,” she whispered. “I can’t stand it.” She clutched her throat, wincing.

“Dean,” Sam said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You have to kill her.”

I blinked, tears prickling my eyes. I reached back and opened the trunk of the Impala. I stood, Annie, stood with me, her red eyes flicking. Her steely grip cutting the circulation out of my arm. I reached for the colt, and Annie stepped back, eagerly eyeing the barrel of the gun.

“I’ve never met anybody so keen to die,” I said, cocking it, unwillingly.

Annie’s lip pulled over her teeth, “kill me,” she snarled. “please.” Sam and I flinched. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Sam rubbing the scars on his wrists from our last battle with vampires, the time he’d tried strangling them with razor wire.

“Please!” Annie shrieked. “It hurts.”

I swallowed, attempting to raise the gun. Then I lowered it, my arms feeling like lead. “I can’t.” I paused, looking around, it was always hard to kill somebody you loved.

“Kill me Dean,” Annie begged. Her crimson eyes were wide with pain. “This...thirst. I can’t stand it.” Her upper lip curled over her teeth, revealing slightly pointed fangs.

I slumped backwards into the Impala, the Colt hanging limply at my side. Annie’s wild eyes closed. I felt the gun being tugged from my hands.

“Kill me.” Annie moaned, her eyes still squeezed shut.

“I can’t,” I sobbed. “I can’t.”

“Dean,” came Sam’s quiet, deep voice, from somewhere beside me. I felt my eyelids flicker closed. And I heard a gunshot. Annie moaned, her cold hand brushed mine as she fell. I felt like someone had electrocuted me. My eyes opened. Sam was standing almost in   front of me, the Colt raised. Annie’s body, white motionless. Her eyes still closed. Her wavy brown hair spilled out behind her. Her mouth half-open in a moan cut short. One hand rested over her heart, protecting it. A small bullet hole in her neck, but no blood spilled from it.

 I bent down at the girl’s head, and stroked back a stray lock of hair, that danced on her forehead. Then I lightly kissed the top of Annie’s head,  ignoring the chilling feeling on my lips. I blinked back tears angrily, not wanting Sam to see me crying over a girl I had to admit I hardly knew. Sam put a hand on my shoulder. I sunk completely to my knees at the pressure.

“We’ll have to dispose of her,” Sam said in a barely audible voice. “It wouldn’t do to...”

I nodded abruptly, cutting him off. I stalked to the car silently. Leaving Sam to deal with the body.