Eternity with you

Sam and Dean stood side by side, knives gripped tightly as they stared down the four masked vampires in front of them. Piece of cake. The two little boys ran off, hands held in fear and a look in their eyes that reminded Dean just a little too much of himself.

The masked creatures blinked in front of them, the gruesome clownish faces a usual unpleasant sight to the brothers. Sam nodded at Dean, standing a little bit taller. Just as he took a step forward the vampires seemed to multiply in front of their eyes. More and more popped up out of the shadows- walking in, waking up, apparently just now noticing the intruders.

"Oh Damn..." Dean said with a glance at his brother. They were already outnumbered, but now they were overpowered. "Come-on Sammy, let's do this." He growled.

"Let's do this." Sam echoed with a cocky smile. The two of them ran forwards, knives slinging, heads falling. They circled close to each other. They were nearly back to back as they fought. The yelling and shuffling and slicing was gruesome to their ears and only added to the fear pounding in their chests as the monsters surrounded them.

One of them swung at Dean, his fingernails sharp and reaching for anything to gash open. Reaching to spill any blood it could and drink it viciously. Dean dropped to dodge the swipe, grunting as his bones smacked against the hard floor of the barn. With dust and hay overwhelming his nose he couldn't even feel the blood dripping from it. The vampire stumbled at its missed target, colliding into Sam just a few feet away. It sent the younger brother to the floor, his chest pressed against the floor. It snarled through the mask with almost a humorous pitch.

"Sam!" Dean yelled, pushing himself up off of the floor to reach his tackled brother. Another vampire came up behind him, grasping at his arms and his chest and pulling him back. Dean thrashed, shifting his weight, thrusting his elbow to hit whoever it could. Something sunk into his chest and he could feel the skin breaking. The pain was practically unnoticeable with the rush of adrenaline from the moment. He freed himself and spun around, his blade cleanly cutting off different heads around him.

Sam rolled as he stabbed his knife back into the leg of the vampire pinning him down. It flinched with a shout, clawing at Sam.

Dean ran over, yelling the orders to 'get out of the goddamned way, Sammy!'.

His blade cut through the air, clanging against the floor as a thump sounded beside it. Another head fell to the floor, more blood staining the silver surface as well as Dean's clothes. They still had plenty more to fight.

"Dean, we gotta get out of here!"

"We can't just run away. Who knows how many more kids they'll try to fatten up like cattle?" Dean said, his throat hoarse as if he'd swallowed sawdust. This was probably the dirtiest barn he's ever been in.

There were maybe five more vampires still standing, but the ones covering the floor were within the tens.

"This already looks like a slaughterhouse. But..." Sam scoffed leaning over his brother. "Only if you think we can take them." When Dean gave a nod and picked up his blade, the boys stepped towards the last vampires.

Punches flew and claws gashed, leaving Sam's shoulder and Dean's back with bloody and ripped clothing. Sam dodged the vampire's attacks and he beheaded one of them. He kicked the other one to the floor as it glared at him through the bloody mask. He brought both of his arms to the sky, letting them and the blade come falling down over its neck. There was probably only one left.

"Dean, we did it." Sam heaved, collapsing to his knees. He saw the last vampire fall to the ground from the corner of his eye and smiled. He'd never seen so many vampires in the same place before. It was totally insane that they managed to get all of them. A sharp gasp sounded behind him and he turned, confused.