The Colt (Supernatural Story)

Five

Over the next few hours, the boys drove until they found a motel nearby. It was just getting to be the beginning of the evening hour, the sun starting to set over the horizon. Grabbing what they needed, they checked into a room before getting settled in, Dean sitting on the bed. It was like every other motel they stayed at, the basic brown walls, the single TV on top of what looks like a dresser, a bathroom to the left of the door, and two beds with dark green covers.

"Home sweet home.." Dean said sarcastically.

"Just like the old days." Sam said. "Alright, I'm gonna get a soda from the machine outside. Want anything?"

Dean shook his head. "Nah, I'm good." He grabbed another beer out of his travel size cooler.
Chuckling, Sam walked outside, looking over the options of what soda their was when something caught his eye. Looking to his right, he saw another car parked not too far from theirs.
It was a black 1969 Mustang, with silver accents here and there. For some reason, it sparked something in his memory, but he couldn't remember where he saw that, if he did. Shrugging it off, he was about to deposit some money when he heard footsteps from not too far away. Whirling around, I recognized the figure as Lily right away, with the long hair and the dark colored clothes.

"Oh...didn't think I would see you here." He said, trying to start a conversation.

"Get away from us..." She said, her blue eyes dangerous.
Sam raised an eyebrow. "We're not following you guys...we don't want any trouble."

Growling, she was suddenly in front of him. "I said..." Grabbing him by the collar, what made Sam tense even more, was the sight.
Fangs slid out of her top lip as she bared her teeth. "...Get away from us!"
She threw him back onto the Impala, hitting the hood. Sprinting to him, she continuously punched him across the face until parts of it was swollen, his vision getting blurry.
"Somehow...I don't think anyone will save you this time."

She dove for his neck.

***

Dean was cleaning off his gun when he heard commotion outside. Standing up, he saw his brother get thrown back, his red flags immediately going off in his brain. Snatching a knife, he sprinted outside, a girl at his neck, biting into his flesh.

"SAMMY!" Dean shouted, yanking the girl away, Sam's unconscious body falling to the ground. "Sammy, can you hear me??" He asked frantically, dropping to his knees, shaking his shoulders. "Sam!"

"What the hell is going on here??" Another girls voice asked. Looking back, it was the ones they met back at the vampire nest. The one with the short hair, Jackie, had a wild look in her eyes when she saw Sam. "Oh my god...Sam! Dean! What happened??"

Dean clearly had a pissed off look on his face when he pieced everything together. "Why don't you ask your vampire companion!"

"I told you they were a threat!" Lily said, looking at Jackie. "They've been following us here!"

"Will you stop being delusional for one fucking second?!" Jackie snapped. "I'm sure they were just passing through! And now it's like you're the one that's making them a threat!"

"Well, now they know what I am, so they'll hunt me down unless I finish them!"

"Stop!" Dean yelled. "This is obviously not helping the situation Sam is in right now!"

Jackie ran to the Mustang, grabbing some gauze before handing it to him. "This should help for right now."

"You won't need that." Another voice said. When they turned to where it came from, Dean slumped in relief. The figure wore a tan trench coat with what looked like a standard black and white suit with a blue tie, their spiky black hair slightly disheveled.

"Bout damn time, Cass." Dean said.