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Excerpt from SPN fanfic "The Second Deviation"

Because I said I would post it. I know there is some interest in this series, though I am not too sure to what extent. I'd really love to finish this story sometime this century *sigh*

The vampire charged. Sam pivoted left, slicing through her neck with one long swish. The head rolled to the ground. Her fangs gleaming under the street lights.

Sam didn't have time to refocus. Another vampire jumped over the Impala, jaws chopping with hunger. With a jerk of his hand, Sam hacked at the vamp's exposed neck.

All around him, Connor's hunters blurred with their attackers. A mess of legs, arms, and teeth between the spurts of blood filled the parking lot.

Sam didn't see his brother.


"Still here." His voice was somewhere to the right.

Blood splattered Sam's back.

He turned, machete ready, to find the vampire's decapitated body fall over. Connor stood behind it, mad face gleaming beneath the spray of blood, and nodded.

"You owe me."

Connor hadn't finished speaking when two other vampires rushed them. Sam ducked and sliced upward. The vampire had anticipated the move and tucked to his right, leaving Sam exposed. The vampire grabbed him by the neck and smiled.

"You look tasty."

Sam gasped, his fingers digging into the hands that were cemented around his throat. In the distance, he saw Connor struggling against two vampires, and two hunters down. Dean wasn't there.

He wasn't anywhere.

Sam considered the power inside of him and all that Ruby had taught him. Do it now, the voice inside his head urged.

"Shut it!"

Sam knew that command. He screwed his eyes shut and kept his lips tight.

A slick swish and release.

Sam opened his eyes and inhaled sharply, watching the vampire drop to the ground by Dean's feet.

"You all right?"

Sam nodded. Dean seemed satisfied, but Sam wasn't. Dean's eyes held a faraway look, feverish and glossy, and his gait was uneven.

"Dean, you gotta stay with us."

"I'm good."

As Dean helped Sam to his feet, they were able to access the damage. Connor's twin machetes danced under the light of the full moon as he dispatched the last vampire. Two of his hunter friends sat beside a van, tending to the bodies of three of their friends.

Sam heard a howl in the distance.

"Dammit," Dean muttered. "How many freakin' monsters are in this town?" His face went slack.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Is that what I think it is?"

Sam looked to the sky. Far in the distance, black clouds tumbled over flashes of lightning, signaling the start of a powerful storm.

Only it was no storm.

"Inside the clinic!" Dean barked the orders with an intensity Sam hadn't heard since he'd come back from Hell.

Connor and the remaining hunters stared in shock as they turned their attention to the skies.

The youngest of the three shook his head. "What on Earth..."

"Inside," Sam ordered. "All of you!"

As the demon storm picked up speed on the horizon, the five of them booked to the clinic's large glass doors. Dean broke through the doors first, followed by Connor and his men. As Sam secured the rear, he caught three more vampires jump the hedges and bolt toward them.

He tightened the grip on his machete and breathed out. It was going to be a long night.
Tags: wing!fic
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