Dean Winchester
It had been a few weeks since Dean returned to the mortal realm. Most days she busied herself with researching angels, re-reading through the bible and demonology texts, and learning whatever she could about the "apocalypse". Bobby went back to doing what he does best, working with hunters across the country to keep the world safe. He kept an eye out for anything strange or "apocalypse" like, but so far nothing's come up. Dean was greatful for the peace and quiet when he was gone. It was clear he was worried about her, and this odd master plan that she was roped into. She couldn't take the lingered looks or constant careing, that was until her nightmares came to her waking mind when she was alone. Dean tried her best to ignore the horrifying images and memories, focusing on the one fact she knew, she had been saved by a handsome, er, by an actual Angel.
Finally she decided it would be best if she just got back to it, doing the good work. Fighting monsters she knew, getting back to the life she knew. She left Bobby a note saying she was going to find Sam, wherever the young hunter was now. Last he checked in he was down in Georgia. She'd start there. It was a long drive, silence in the old car she loved. Dean listened to her purr, tearing down the backroads and highways, avoiding police and trouble. Her stomach started screaming at her about halfway through Missouri, so Dean pulled off into a small town and went to the oldest dinner she could find.
Just as she hoped, pie! Dean grinned wide, taking a seat at the short bar and looking to the pie case with immeasurable joy. After a good, greasy burger, and a heavenly apple pie, she was on her way out. That was until she overheard a couple of old farmers talking about some strange happenings around their fields. Listening carefully, Dean grabbed the local paper and saw the front page was a missing person, a young girl. 'Vampires...', Dean thought crossly, deciding to take a minor detour on her way to Sam.
She set up like usual, got a crappy motel room and grabbed every paper from the last few months. Dean figured out where those farmers lived and went out to scout out the area. She determined a couple possible locations for a vampire to hide out, and made preperations to attack that night. She cleaned her guns, sharpened her machete, and she was on her way.
The night was cool, the sky clear, and a halfmoon shone brightly above the young hunter as she parked her car and started trudging through the field toward an abandoned barn. Dean kept quiet, holding her gun at her side, safety off, ready to strike. She went around the barn to the side door, checking it to make sure it wasn't locked, and then slowly pushing the door open. It make a light creaking sound, but Dean felt it would go undetected. She hoped to find that young girl, Lily, before it was too late.
Dean worked quickly, sweeping the rooms she came across and finding nothing but dust, hay scraps, and ranom rusted farming equipment. She got to another hallway and thought she heard a voice. Cautiously, Dean worked her way to the voice, finding a door cracked open. Taking a deep, steadying breath, Dean rushed the door, holding her gun up and scanning the room. It was clear this room had been disturbed recently, and then she saw the chair with the I.V. A figure sat slumped and tied down.
Dean rushed forward, "Lily," she whispered, stuffing the gun in her waste band and grabbing the machete, cutting the girl loose and removing the I.V. The girl was unresponsive, but she had a weak heartbeat, Dean could get her out and come back for the blood suckers. As whe was lifting Lily, adjusting her weight onto her shoulders, a board creaked behind her.
As Dean turned, something rough slammed against the side of her skull, and she dropped to the ground, sending Lily falling at her side. She tried getting up, but someone kicked her side, flinging her across the room. Dean grabbed the gun from her waste band and stood quickly, looking across the room to see five vampires staring at her. One was already grabbing Lily, "Not so fast!" Dean shouted, firing a bullet into the back of it's head. It dropped to the ground, but it would get back up momentarily.
"So a hunter?" The vampire closest to Dean licked its lips, "I haven't had one of those in a while," he smirked. Dean lowered her gun and grabbed her machete, "Well too bad you've already had your last meal, but I'll let you say your last words," she stated, readying for the fight.
Two vampires helped the one Dean shot to her feet, they looked young, probably new. The man talking must have turned them. He jumped toward Dean, she dodged and slashed at his side, nicking his arm. The fourth vampire who had just been standing in the corner came at Dean while she was turned around, but Dean turned quickly and sliced his head off evenly. This upset the two females who then came at Dean simultaneously. Dean did what she did best, dodge, hook, and slice another's head clean off. The second one went off balance and slammed into the wall behind them. Dean turned back to the man who growled, "You little!" and ran at Dean. She rushed him, taking a hit to the gut, but maneuvering her own hit to the side of his head. He backed up and laughed, "You have no idea who you're messing with!" Dean ignored the comment, readying her final attack on him until she heard footsteps entering the house. A lot of foot steps.
When Dean turned around, she saw seven more vampires entering the room, growling and hissing. 'Oh Shoot,' Dean's eyes widened as she realized she was in over her head. No back up, no one even knows where she is or what she's doing. Dean weighed her options, but decided she only had one choice. "Castiel, I messed up big time, if ever you could help me, this is the time buddy!" She said quickly under her breath, anxiety rising in her chest as the vampires started stalking toward her slowly.
