While the vampire was out, Sam and John did what they could to restrain him with chains and rope in a chair. Dean watched his dad and brother work from the sidelines on a table, wishing he could help, and poor Starla was still out cold with her head rested gently on the older brother's shoulder.
"You boys okay?" John glanced at his sons once the vamp was secure.
Sam gave a quick nod of the head and glanced at Dean. "I think he'll be fine, Starla too once we get that stake out of his chest," he spoke calmly, taking a few seconds to collect his thoughts and prepare whatever he needed to get the answers out of the vamp when it woke up.
"Anything I can do?" Dean muttered in such a quiet voice that his brother and dad almost missed the question.
"You can sit there and not die," John spoke sternly, slowly walking over to the table. "I'll do whatever necessary to ensure you boys are okay."
"Starla too," Sam chimed in with a low tone, looking at the brown-haired Borrower with concerned hazel eyes. "She's like family by now."
Dean gave Sam a quick, thankful look before closing his eyes to let them rest, his entire body feeling like it was being held down by concrete. It was impossible to move anything but his eyes and mouth at this point. He wondered if this is what Wesley felt like on 'The Princess Bride' after being given the Miracle Pill.
Sam and John both faced the vamp as it started to stir. Both of them each had a machete in their hand, dead man's blood lightly coated on the blade to help with the torture - if it came to that.
Opening his dark eyes, the vampire laughed, quickly revealing the sharp fangs poking out of his gums. "Go ahead. Kill me. Then you'll never fix your brother."
"We aren't going to kill you, not yet," John stepped closer, lifting his hand to the machete glinted in the dim light of the room. "This here has dead man's blood on it. Poison to you. So you either talk, or we make you squeal like the filthy pig you are."
The vamp smirked and spat right at John's feet. "Go to Hell."
"Sam, go ahead," the oldest Winchester stepped backward, letting Sam step up to the plate.
Sam never liked the idea of torture. He's always hated it. However, his brother's and sister's lives could be at stake, and he won't let either of them die. When it came to family, all morals were gone.
In one fell swoop, Sam lifted his blade and slashed a long gash across his chest, ripping open the dark cloak and breaking skin underneath.
The vampire looked like he was fighting back a cry of pain and only glared silently at the human in front of him, fighting against his restraints.
"Still not gonna talk huh?" Sam again lifted his machete and brought it down across both of the vampire's legs.
The vamp's cry of pain was finally released and he started shouting profanities at him. "You won't get me to talk!"
John now stepped forward. "I have an idea, why don't we go for the eyes?" He muttered smugly, lifting the blade in his hand.
Sam couldn't believe the way his father was acting, but knew how he could get when it did come to him and Dean.
The vampire bared his teeth and bitterly began to speak. "Fine. You want that thing out of your brother? You'll have to rip it out yourself. Once I break the spell, only kin of the cursed can remove the stake. Except, I hadn't really bothered with that," he glanced toward Starla.
Sam understood exactly and glared angrily. "Then break it."
"Et novis quas maledicta congessi. Quod liberum sit victima." The vamp muttered with a scowl.
Sam lowered the blade. "Now there's one more thing you need to do for me."
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Sam and John gathered their things and packed up the Impala. Starla was tucked neatly in Sam's shirt pocket, Dean stretched out on his shoulder. He was careful when he moved, making hardly any noise as he loaded his duffel bag into the trunk of the car. "Hey...dad?" He slowly turned his gaze to John, keeping his voice low so he didn't wake Dean.
"Yeah, Sam?" John turned his head to his youngest son, doing the same and keeping his tone down while wiping blood off his machete.
"Thanks for coming. You know, when I called," Sam looked back at the trunk of the car. While he and his dad didn't see eye to eye a whole lot, they were still family, and deep down Sam truly did appreciate all he would do for him and Dean.
A very faint smile crossed John's lips and he chuckled, placing a hand on Sam's free shoulder. "Anytime kid."
Ooh boy we're nearing the end! Thanks for sticking around this long! The next few chapters are going to be tying a bunch of loose ends and explaining a whole lot about Starla and a lot of thngs that seem almost impossible.
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Kingpin Motel (Supernatural G/T)
Fanfiction((Cover made at Rinmarugames.com with the Mega Fantasy Avatar Creator.)) Starla is a Borrower whom Sam and Dean found roughly around ten years ago when she was just seven years old. Sam was at the time twelve, and Dean was sixteen. They hadn't told...
