Emmett’s POV
I ripped the last limb from the newborn I was battling, and threw his scattered pieces into the fire. I suddenly heard a tearing sound; like tree roots. I turned. One of the newborns had broken through our ranks, and had reached the tree Dean was in.
“Dean!” Sam bellowed from somewhere. A great groaning, and creaking, followed by a ground-shaking crash.
“Dean!” Sam cried again. A machete and an old-fashioned, intricately designed gun fell somewhere near me. I saw Dean get thrown to the ground, a vampire pinning him there. He sounded like he was struggling to breathe, his right arm hung awkwardly to the side. His other arm was reaching desperately for the Colt gun. I stepped into a crouch, only hesitating for a moment. This guy had tried to kill me, had chased me all the way back to my house. But I knew my path. I knew I had to help him.
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Decapitation of... who?
FanfictionBook 1 of my supernatural series. When Sam and Dean travel to Forks to follow up a series of disappearances they find something that is not entirely what it seems. The Winchesters team up with the Cullens on what seems to be their most confusing cas...
