Decapitation of... who?

Sam’s POV

We appeared in our hotel room in Forks.

“Now how are we going to get out?” I asked Dean, who was brushing down his clothes, and trying to stand up.

“Pick the lock?” he suggested distractedly.

“To dramatic,” I joked. “Do we have a spare key?”

“Yeah,” Dean said with a sigh, “in my jacket.”

“That one?”

“No, my leather one, it’s in the Impala.”

“Damn it.” I said in a low, irritated voice. “You have a credit card on you then?”

“No. I thought you would.” Dean snapped back. “Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

“What about lock pickers?” Dean asked.

I frowned. “I put mine in my bag. You?”

“Same.”

I felt around in my pocket for a minute, and pulled out a familiar device. “Would this work?” I showed him my worn, chewed pocket knife.

“Why couldn’t you have told me you had that before?” Dean demanded, almost crossly. He took it from my hand, and strode to the door. He flicked open my knife with some difficulty, I smirked. Then Dean inserted it into the keyhole. With a muffled click, and a groan of effort from Dean, the door swung open. 

“Took you long enough,” I joked, pushing past Dean. I reached the stairs with Dean just a few steps behind. I bounded down the stairs, I heard Dean’s footsteps coming more slowly. “Hurry up,” I teased, standing at the foot of the stairs with my hands on my hips. Dean leapt down to me. I caught him. Then let him drop. When we set off again, Dean sprinted off ahead of me, probably excited to see his car. Baby, I corrected myself, scoffing in disgust. I jogged out to the Impala, where Dean was already crouched by her hood, stroking the paint, and murmuring lovingly to her. 

“My baby,” I thought I heard him say. “Did you miss me darl?”

“Jeez,” I muttered, approaching him. “It’s been three days.”

Dean looked up at me, frowning slightly. “Don’t diss my baby,” he said reproachfully.

I sniggered, “I’m not. Let’s go.” I got into my usual seat, shotgun. Dean got in after a moment. 

“Where were we meeting them?” I asked, as Dean started the car.

“The forest apparently,” Dean replied simply. 

“So this is it then?” I assumed, “we’re going against vampires with vampires. This is  going to be a trifle strange.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, it’s a new one alright.” 

I turned away, and looked out the window. “Sam?” Dean asked, after a few minutes. “Are you alright.”

“Fine,” I muttered in an offhand voice.

“No,” Dean replied, almost forcefully. “It’s not fine Sammy. There’s something you’re not telling me. You’ve been staring out the window with that pathetic puppy dog expression for the past five minutes.” I winced a little, and Dean obviously caught that he was a bit harsh, because he said in a considerably softer voice. “I’m sorry, but if there’s something bothering you, then talk to me man.”

“Dean, leave it.”

“If you’re upset about Lawrence then alright, I am too, but get it off your chest,” Dean said, putting a hand on my shoulder. For once, I let him leave it there.

“It’s not just Lawrence,” I sighed, putting one hand to my forehead, as another memory came to mind. I groaned. I was getting sick of the yellow eyes and the fire.

“What then?” Dean asked sympathetically.

I made a pained face. “These memories,” I said finally. “It’s the same one over and over now.”

Dean frowned, he took his hand away from my shoulder, and put it back to the wheel. 

“What is it now?” Dean asked, taking a loud breath.

“The night mom died... you know?” I paused, for a moment. “The fire... and...”

“Yeah, I know Sammy,” Dean interrupted, I was glad, I didn’t really like talking about that night, as little as I remembered about it. “Azazel feeding you demon blood.”

I sighed, almost crossly, that was just the part I was most upset about.

“Sorry,” Dean muttered, noticing my expression. 

I shrugged. “It’s fine.” Then I noticed two rather familiar figures standing in front of a tree. “Is that Alice?” I asked, “And Jasper?”

Dean slowed the car, and peered out the window too. “I think so.”

Alice waved to me, probably recognizing the car. 

“That’s them,” I said.

“Are you psychic?” Dean asked skeptically, but he pulled the car into a park anyway.

“No, but she is,” I joked, nodding in Alice’s direction. Dean just laughed. 

“Hey Sam,” Alice called, slipping away from her mate as we approached. Jasper glowered at her and me. “Hi Dean,” she added, as an after-thought, in a less cheery sort of way. I risked a triumphant grin at Dean. 

Jasper sighed, and came up behind Alice.

“We’d better go,” he said in an expectant voice. “The others will be waiting.”

“Wait,” Dean said, touching my arm, “we need to get our stuff from the trunk.” He opened it, Alice and Jasper looking on in awe.

“Wow,” Jasper commented, “what do you keep in there?”

“Everything,” I said. “knives, guns, holy water, dead man’s blood.”

“I can smell that,” Jasper sniffed.

“Don’t drink it,” Dean warned. “We’ve got everything in here.” He pulled out two machetes and handed them to me. Then came a few syringes of dead man’s blood, and the Colt.

“Who’ll take this?” I asked, holding out the Colt.

“You can,” Dean said, in a rather distracted voice, still rummaging in the trunk.

“You take it, you’re a better shot than me.”

“There’s not an exorcism ritual for vampires is there?” Dean asked as a reply.

I smirked. “No. You should know that. Do we need razor wire?”

“That’s what I’m looking for. Though I probably won’t use it. It’s more your style to get down and dirty with the vampires.”

I exchanged a glance with Alice, who snorted lightly. I rubbed the scars on my palms, made from razor wire.

“Do you have lighters?” Alice asked Dean. “You’ll need them.”

“Got them.” Dean held a couple up, and I fished mine from my pocket. Dean tossed me another one, which, even with my full hands, I caught easily. In return, I passed him some dead man’s blood, the Colt and a machete.

I noticed Jasper’s eyes eagerly and warily following the Colt. I chuckled a bit.

“Yeah, that’s the Colt,” Dean said, noticing Jasper’s look also. “And no, I’m not going to shoot you, though I am very tempted.”

We all laughed this time. 

Alice sighed, “We’ve got an hour guys.”

Jasper’s relaxed face turned into one of worry and expectation, Dean’s face beside me mirrored it.