Supernatural Little Sister

Vamps Part 1

Allison: 16
Dean: 25
Sam: 22

     "This is so dumb. Let me come inside," Allison barters as they pull into the parking lot of the warehouse.
     "Dad would kill me if he found out I brought you in there," Dean says, turning off the car.
     "Dad's not around, Dean! How would he know? Even if he found out, would he care? We don't know where the hell he is and keeping me locked up isn't helping anyone!" Allison yells.
     "I'm the oldest, I'm in charge now. So, you listen to me," Dean says and Sam sighs.
     "I'm not just a kid! I can make my own choices, Dean. I'm going in," Allison says.
     "Allison! You're not going in and that's final. Stay here and stop being a selfish brat!" Dean shouts. Allison looks to Sam for help.
     "Listen to Dean, Allison," Sam says calmly. Allison crosses her arms and sits back in her seat as the boys get out of the car. They gather their gear and Dean looks at Allison through the window.
     "We'll be back in 10," he says firmly.

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     The clock reads 9:54pm. It's been 28 minutes and Allison is getting antsy. A black van pulls up and two men get out and scope the place out. Allison slumps down in her seat so she isn't seen by these men. They get back inside the vehicle and Allison sees a thin, pretty woman walking down the sidewalk. One man jumps out and grabs her as the other man opens the trunk. Allison quickly runs out of the Impala and tackles the attacker. She punches him until he stays on the ground.
     "Are you okay?" Allison asks the woman.
     "Oh, yes. Fine. Thank you," she says and Allison confusedly looks around.
     "Where's the other guy?" Allison asks.
     "Larry?" The woman asks, causing Larry and five other men to exit out the back of the van. Allison's confidence suddenly crumbles. The woman smiles and grabs Allison's arm.
     "Get her in the truck."

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     "Don't you think you were a little harsh on Al?" Sam says quietly as they leave the now empty vampire nest.
     "Sam, I have to be," Dean says defensively and Sam shrugs. They walk up to the empty Impala and Dean sighs.
     "Where the hell did she go?" Dean snarls.
     "Dean?" Sam says in a small voice as he picks up a piece of paper from the windshield.

"Thank you boys for making this take-out meal SO easy. Little sis is a real fighter, especially after she was all fired up from Big Bro making her feel useless. But, turns out you were right, Dean. She is pretty useless without Daddy and her brothers to protect her. Still, she's nice and well-fed, so we can feed off of her for a LONG time. We can't thank you enough."

     Sam looks to Dean with big eyes as Dean starts to breathe heavily.
     "This was a set up! All those vamps we just killed were freakin' kamikazes!" Dean yells.
     "Dean—" Sam runs over.
     "We gotta find her. They can't be too far," Dean yells and they both get in the car.

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     Allison wakes up chained to a bed in a cement room with an IV in her arm.
     "Oh, you're up!" The woman says. "They've been waiting." Several men enter followed by a slow, older black man. Allison straightens herself up as much as she can.
     "Hello, Miss Winchester," the powerful looking man says.
     "What do you want?" Allison says.
     "You...and your brothers dead," he says. "You've been killing my kind for too long. It's time for an ending. I heard John Winchester has been AWOL, so I jumped on the chance of your vulnerability."
     "My dad will kill you," Allison says cockily.
     "He can try." The man smirks. He walks close and grabs the girls face. "I want a taste." The woman inserts a syringe into Allison and collects blood. Allison moans and the man smiles. She puts the blood into a shot glass and the old vampire sips it.
     "Mm. O negative? And...a virgin. Decadent!" He says provocatively and the other vampires close in around her. Allison tries to kick them away but all of her limbs are restrained. "Not all at once. We want her here for a long time." Their leader pinches the girl's round cheek with his long, pointed finger nails.

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     "It's been a week, Bobby. Where the hell is she?" Dean asks, downing his scotch. Bobby looks up from his beer and sighs.
     "We need to call your father," he says grimly.
     "No," Dean says, getting up.
     "Dean..." Sam starts.
     "It's not an option!" Dean yells smashing the glass on the ground. Bobby and Sam look to each other.
     "Dean, we know you feel guilty but you gotta be responsible at some point. We can still save her!" Bobby yells.
     "She's probably dead and it's all my fault!" Dean screams. A silence fills the room. Sam stands there holding the note like a lost puppy.
     "In the note...they said they'd feed off of her for awhile," Sam says after a pause.
     "She is still out there, Dean," Bobby says.
     "Great. Living as a human juice box," Dean says, plopping down on the couch. Sam clenches his jaw.
     "Dean, we can't give up," Sam says.
     "I'm not saying—Dammit! I'll never give up Sam! It'd be easy to give up. I just...don't want Dad involved because then...it'll become real," Dean says. Sam shakes his head and Bobby fumes.
     "Is this not real enough for you, boy? Your little sister was kidnapped, on your watch, by hungry vamps and has been missing for a week. Get it together!" Bobby yells.
     "We'll tell Dad after we find her. When she's safe, with me," Dean says and then puts his head in his hands.

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Two Months Later

     Allison closes her eyes. It's so hard to open them lately. She's fading and she knows it. She has given up hope. He comes in, takes a drink and caresses her face. It seems to happen less and less often recently. He must know she's fading too.
     "Goodbye, my dear. I'll see you soon."
     She hears him exit the room. A few moments later, she hears screaming outside. The guard gets up and starts towards the door—she must not be a flight risk anymore. The door crashes open and the guard's head slides off. Allison doesn't even open her eyes.
     "Oh, my God."
     It's Bobby's voice. Her eyes pull open.
     "Pumpkin..." he drops his weapon and runs to her side. She smiles slightly.
     "Bubba," Allison whispers. Bobby cries at the sound of his old, unused nickname. The boys run inside the room.
     "I think we got them—" Sam says but stops when he sees her. The brothers quickly run to her side. They all smile and hug the girl.
     "Ally, baby, I don't even know what to say," Dean says, a tear gliding down his face.
     "Dean..." she smiles and holds his hand. The men look at the shriveled girl. Her once healthy body has withered away into a corpse. Chubby cheeks have turned to gaunt pockets. Ribs jut out from her torso where there was once a soft but slim stomach. Her thighs no longer touch. Even her hands...her little hands have turned to twigs.
     "We need to get you a burger!" Dean says sadly. "And pie. Lots and lots of pie!" He squeezes her hand. The men chuckle sadly and Allison smiles. Her smile seems empty without her cheeks and twinkling eyes. Sam starts to unhook her from the IV and bed and then helps her sit up. The men all hover around her, wanting to help as much as they can. She reaches up and hugs Sam's big shoulders. He rubs her back as she breathes into his shirt. His hand runs along her protruding spine and he grimaces.
     "Sam." She smiles and nuzzles Sam's shoulder. Sam picks Allison up and they leave the warehouse, all together again.
     "You're safe now, darlin'," Bobby says as Sam lays her down in the backseat of the Impala. Allison smiles and snuggles into Bobby's lap as Dean starts to drive.