Bobby Singer's Daughter - A Supernatural Fan Fiction

Chapter Sixty - Eight - Newbie Vamp

They take me to their motel room; everything hurts especially the bright lights shining in my eyes as we pass under the streetlamps; I keep my hands over them until we're parked and headed inside. Everything is so damn loud making my head hurt more, Dean takes me by the elbow to their room on the top floor; his heart is pumping loudly almost as if I'm lying on his chest with my ear pressed up against his skin but even what I'm experiencing now is louder than that. Sam shuts the curtains but the light above the small table is on buzzing louder than it should.

"Oh my God," I whine, "what is that SOUND?" Dean and Sam both look at each other, "what sound, Melanie?"

I stumble around the room trying to find it, the lamp by the front door gets knocked over, then there's sirens going off several blocks away that feels like needles in my eardrums; the neighbors down the hall have a TV on which sounds like an amphitheater is right next door to us.

"Keep it down!" I shout beating on the wall trying to make it all stop. When I turn the light bulb is staring me in the face putting bright daggers into my eyes but at the same time, I can see every piece of the lightbulb fixture.

"Please, please turn it off," I beg.

Sam does as I ask and Dean takes my arm, "Lennie, sweetheart; you should sit down," I pull away angry almost violent, "YOU sit down," but I do as he says cradling my head in my hands while sitting on the edge of one of the beds, "I'd never thought I'd be going out like this," I mutter softly.

"Nobody is 'going out," Dean argues, "right Sam?"

Now that I'm sitting on the bed there's a loud as hell ticking sound coming from my left, I watch the bedside alarm clock and can hear every part moving hurting me with each passing second; with ferocity I grab the damn thing from the stand and hurl it across the room. The thing smashes against the wall right next to the large window looking out over the street.

"I called Samuel," Sam admits, "he'll be here soon."

"Is that it huh?" I get to my feet, "you wanted me to get killed all along," I shove him hard, and he sprawls backwards barely remaining upright, "since the shifter didn't do it you had to try something else!"

"He's not going to kill you," Dean tells me, "where's Cassie, Melanie?" He's trying to distract me, and it works for a moment, "I got a sitter, it was just so damn stifling in that house alone I couldn't take it anymore," my eyes flash back to Sam realizing that his heart rate isn't spiked like Dean's. "why aren't you freaked out right now?"

"I am," he tells me.

"Funny, your heartbeat says otherwise," I snap, "I can hear it and it's pretty damned steady!"

Dean looks at his brother suspicious too.

"That's cause I'm...I'm TRYING to remain calm," he splutters, "Dean, Mel...Samuel will know what to do."

"I'm a monster!" I spit, "I can't go home to my kid like this, I'll hurt her!"

My hands cradle my head again.

"How does it feel?" he asks.

"NOW!" I hiss, "now you wanna talk about how I feel?"

"No, I mean physically."

"Sam back off," Dean growls and I can hear his teeth grinding together, "can't you see that this is overwhelming without you breathing down her neck?"

I get up stumbling a little towards the bathroom.

"Where you going?" Sam asks in surprise.