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Chapter 12: The Fight

"We need to stick together," Dean said. "If this thing sheds its skin, it could go for any one of us."

You opened your mouth to ask what the plan was, but were quickly cut off by the sound of heavy footsteps traipsing along the floor upstairs. Sam quickly switched his flashlight off and shoved it in his pocket. Dean shoved you behind Sam and him before you all crouched down and got as much out of sight as you possibly could. You couldn't help but worry for Dean. He seemed too dazed and weak to be of much good in a fight.

The Starship came storming down the stairs and raged upon seeing the empty shackles. You stopped breathing altogether, fearing that the monster would be able to sense you. As he turned around to storm out of the basement, he spotted the three of you.

You didn't even have time to process him charging at you before Sam and Dean were both shooting their silver bullets at him. He yelled out in agony, but it didn't seem to slow him as much as you thought it would've. You found yourself standing right next to Sam, shooting along with him.

"What do we do?" you shouted.

Sam unsheathed a machete from his side as Dean tackled the Starship. You stood helplessly on the sidelines, wishing there was something you could do, but knowing if you tried anything it would only make matters worse and upset the boys. Sam held the machete tight against the neck of the monster as Dean managed to keep him pinned down. It was amazing what the man could do injured.

"Where's your alpha?" Dean yelled, cutting the crap and getting straight to it.

You kept your gun pointed at the monster, knowing full well that you only had three rounds left in your magazine. You hoped that shooting him wouldn't have to happen.

"Alpha?" Stephen questioned with a clear smirk in his voice. "I'd rather die than give up my alpha."

"It looks like today's your lucky day then," Dean replied.

Sam swung his arm up, ready to chop off the Starship's head, but in the short time it took for the blade to be removed, Dean lost his hold. The monster lunged at Dean, knocking him to the ground as sank his teeth into his neck. You screamed out, shooting the last of your bullets into the Starship's head. Without a second thought you ran to Dean, trusting that Sam would take care of the rest.

"Get away, Y/N," Dean growled. "It doesn't take long to turn."

"Don't move," you told him as calmly as your voice allowed. You were only vaguely aware of the fighting sounds coming from behind you as Sam tried to kill the Starship. You prayed that he would be successful.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked with confusion as you lowered your mouth to the tender wound where the monster bit. He groaned in pain as you began to suck. Soon, his blood filled your mouth and you spat it onto the ground before starting again. It was beyond difficult to have someone's blood fill your mouth without throwing up, but you knew you had to do it. If there was any chance at saving Dean from turning into a monster, you had to try to suck out whatever infection the Starship put into him.

After a few more times of sucking on the wound, you stopped knowing that if you did anymore Dean would lose too much blood and you would end up sick. You sat up to see Sam staring at with a horrified expression.

"I was trying to suck the infection out," you explained, biting back the bile rising in your throat.

"Dean?" Sam questioned.

"Yeah, I'm good." He groaned before sitting upright and looking to you. He said nothing, but you could see it in his eyes. He was impressed with you.

Sam helped both of you to your feet. You felt a flush fall over your body. It was uncomfortable, but you chalked it up to being a result of nerves from the fight. In an attempt to cool off, you placed the palm of your hand on your forehead, quickly switching to the back of your hand. It didn't do much, but for the time being it did enough.

"What do you say we get out of here?" Dean asked.

"Dean," Sam started. "We kind of have a situation to deal with here." He motioned to the dead monster and dead man in the room. Dean groaned and you remembered the puncture in his side.

"I'll help. Dean, go get the car," you said. Not that you knew much about the hunter, but you had enough sense to know that he wouldn't sit out of helping if you suggested it. Sending him on an errand seemed like a decent enough idea.

Without another word, he left up the stairs and Sam stared at you for a few moments before shaking his head and dragging the monster to the foot of the stairs.

"What?" you asked, slightly irritated that he had looked at you the way he did.

"It's just...what made you think to suck the infection out of his blood? How did you even know it would work?"

Your e/c eyes fell to the ground, locking onto the smears of blood from the monster. "To be totally honest, I didn't know it would work. My dad did it once for a vamp bite."

That was all the more you told him, because what your dad did was unsuccessful. Your family was taking down a vamp nest. It was supposed to be simple. Your brother Gerard had been keeping watch on the nest for a couple days. He told your parents that there were only five vampires living in the small cabin. Within the hour, you all had packed your machetes and syringes of dead man's blood.

It was supposed to be simple. It wasn't. Gerard had the numbers completely wrong. There were easily fifteen or more vampires in the cabin. One got the jump on your mom. It didn't kill her though. That would have been too much to ask for. No, instead he turned her. Before the venom had the chance to work its way through her body, Dad dropped his machete and began to suck the venom out.

Gerard and you had done everything in your power to kill the rest of the nest, but it wasn't enough. Gerard was fighting off two of the monsters while you were in the process of wrestling another. There was nothing either one of you could have done. You didn't even know it was happening, but your dad wasn't quick enough. One of the remaining vamps ripped his throat out and proceeded to then finish off your mother.

Gerard ended up finishing off the rest of the vampires at that point because you were immobilized by the emotional pain.

It was supposed to be simple, but instead you ended up salting and burning both of your parents on a pyre. You always knew it would happen someday, but you didn't expect it to happen so fast. Nor were you expecting to burn both at the same time.

"You okay?" Sam questioned when he had realized that you still hadn't moved after answering him.

"Let's just get this mess cleaned up," you responded.