Decapitation of... who?

Dean’s POV

I sat up, through the tent flap I could see Castiel keeping watch, for what? I wondered, it wasn’t as if some sort of monster or demon or angel would come and abduct us in our sleep.

I heard muttering beside me. Sam was tossing in his sleeping bag. Not another bad dream. I crawled over to him.

“Sammy?” I asked, shaking him gently. “Sammy? Sammy!”

Sam’s paua shell eyes flew open. 

“Sammy?” I repeated.

“It’s Sam,” he groaned groggily, rubbing his eyes. “Why’d you wake me?”

“Coz I’m an awesome brother,” I replied, laughing. “What did you dream about anyway.”

“Lolly-pops and candy canes,” Sam replied jokingly.

I rolled my eyes,chuckling slightly. “No, seriously.”

Sam sighed, looking a bit upset. “Mom.” he said quietly. “Again.”

I gave him a sympathetic smile, “I’m sorry Sammy. Maybe this was a bad place to come.”

Sam was silent. I suddenly heard my familiar ring tone. I sighed. “Who’s calling at this hour?” I reached for my phone, but Sam got there first.

“Hello?” Sam said into it. There was a pause, I strained to hear what was going on on the other end. “No, it’s Sam. Who is this?” Another pause. “Edward?” I frowned, getting impatient. 

“Come on Sammy, pass it,” I said, holding my hand out. Sam sighed. 

“Here’s Dean.”

I grabbed my phone urgently. “What is it Edward?”

I heard Edward sigh. “We need your help.”

I frowned. “And how do you expect us to help you right now? We’re in Lawrence.”

“Get on a plane?” Edward suggested. I grimaced. “I don’t know. Look, Alice had another vision, the other coven of vampires are going to attack tomorrow.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” I replied, before hanging up, and turning towards Sam.

“We need to go back to Forks,” I said urgently. “The coven are attacking tomorrow.”

I noticed that Castiel was standing beside Sam.

“I’ll give you a ride,” he said.

Sam nodded, but I made a reluctant face.

“Wait, wait, wait Cas,” I said rather nervously. “The last time you zapped us anywhere, I didn’t poop for a week.”

Sam made a disgusted face. “Well what do you suggest then? Flying?”

I grimaced. “Ok, ok. Just zap us Cas.”

“Where to?” Castiel asked.

I exchanged a glance with Sam. “The Impala,” I said finally.

“And where is that?” he pressed.

I frowned. “The hotel in Forks.”

“And how are we going to just appear there? It’s a public place Dean,” Sam said.

“Well then I’m not sure. Do we still have the keys to our room?”

“Of course we do, in the car,” Sam replied.

I sighed. “We could just pick the damn lock.”

Sam laughed, rolling his eyes. “Not dramatic enough,” he joked. “But a good plan. Are we ready to go?”

“Almost,” I muttered, starting to pack up the tent.

“No need Dean,” Castiel said. He snapped his fingers, and suddenly the entire tent folded itself into a neat bundle.

“Thanks,” I muttered, rather jealously. but I was used to Cas doing things like that.

“Ready now?” Sam asked, rather impatiently. 

“Just a sec,” I muttered, dashing off in the direction of the place we’d parked our rental car.

I took our spare weapons out of the trunk, and found a crowbar.

“Brilliant,” I said to the banana-yellow mini. “Come and get me now!” I brought the crowbar down on the hood with all my strength, it made a satisfying crunch. I whacked it again, the engine began to smoke. And again, the paint scratched, the metal dented, the engine steaming, the smell of smoke and fire tinted the air. I turned, and kicked the car’s wheel behind me. I stalked away, leaving the crowbar at the foot of a nearby tree.

“God damn it Dean, what did you do?” Sam demanded suspiciously, eyeing my dusty, somehow torn clothes, covered with flecks of yellow paint.

“I found a demon in need of urgent attention,” I said jokingly.

“You what!” Sam exclaimed.

“Just kidding, just kidding,” I said, holding my hands up.

Sam sighed, relaxing visibly. “Don’t do that Dean.”

“Sorry,” I apologized. “Let’s go now.”