"Dean! Dean! Dean!" Spirit pounded on Dean's door. "Open up, damn it!"
"I'm coming," he shouted.

He unlocked the door and opened it with a tired look on his face. He had just fallen asleep when he was woken up by pounding. She almost fell through the open door before slamming it shut and locking it again.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked.
"No," she said.

She started crying and threw herself into his arms. He held her tight and tried to comfort her.

"What happened?" He asked.
"He's a vampire," she cried.
"Who?" He asked.
"Roman Reigns. The owner of the mansion. He attacked me and he was gonna kill me," she said.
"Wow, slow down. Are you drunk? Did someone drug you?" He asked.

She looked up at him and he could see she was as sober as she had been before leaving for the party.

"More slow this time," he said.
"He's a vampire," she said. "You gotta believe me, Dean. You of all people gotta believe me. You already believe in aliens and bigfoot."

There was nothing but truth and fear in her eyes. He had never seen her like this before.

"I believe you," he said. "Tell me what happened."
"Your knife saved me. I didn't kill him. I tried. I stuck it in his chest and it gave me enough room to escape," her lip quivered. "What if he comes for me? He knows where I live."
"He won't," he said.

He let go of her and started walking through the house. He could hear her feet following right after him.

"How can you be sure?" She asked.
"Sunlight!" He pointed at a window. "As soon as the sun rises, we'll come to him. Toast the motherfucker. Until then you're safe here. He knows where you live but you're not home."
"Dean!" She grabbed his arm. "We can't go up there. He's a vampire. He's got strength and immortality."

He spun around and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"No creature is immortal. You know this. We've read about this together all our lives. Come on, what can hurt or kill a vampire?" He asked.
"Garlic, sunlight, crosses, stakes to the heart," she answered.
"Like I said, sunlight. We'll toast the motherfucker," he said.
"He won't come out. His bedroom has no windows," she said.
"So we'll make him," he said. "What's the layout of the house? From the front door to the bedroom."

She quickly told him about the rooms she had been in.

"Change of plans," he said. "We'll go there while it's still dark."
"No!" She looked scared.
"Just before dawn," he said. "I got a plan."

His plan was crazy. He knew it as well as she did. But if they could pull it off, Roman Reigns would be toast. And Dean was certain they could pull it off. He loaded his truck and they drove back to the mansion that seemed way too quiet at this time of night.

"Dean," she whispered.
"I know," he kissed her hand. "It's okay to be scared. Trust me, Spirit. I got your back."
"You always have my back," she said.
"Like you have mine," he winked. "Go see if the fucker is still awake."

She left the truck and walked over to the front door. She took a deep breath before entering the mansion again. She walked as fast as she could through the place and back into the room where the party had been held. There were still glasses of champagne everywhere. She positioned herself and looked out through the giant glass wall. The sun would start to rise in minutes. She had to do it now or it would be too late.

"Roman!" She yelled. "Where are you, you ugly motherfucker?"
"I'm ugly now?" He chuckled.

He stepped out of the door that led to the hall.

"I knew you couldn't resist me but I didn't think you'd be back this soon. I thought I would have to pay you a visit tomorrow night," he said.
"Lead the bear to the trap," she whispered.
"You can call me bear," he smirked. "You can call me anything you want, baby girl. As long as I get a taste of that sweet throat."

He walked towards her slowly. She was standing up against the wall, hoping Dean would follow through with this crazy plan. When Roman was in the middle of the room, Dean's truck came flying through the glass wall and slammed directly into Roman who flew a short distance and landed on the floor. Dean jumped out of the truck and slammed two metal hooks down into Roman's ankles. The vampire screamed in pain. Dean jumped back into his truck and backed it outside with Roman being dragged with it. Spirit came running behind at a safe distance.

"No! No! No!" Roman screamed.

He tried to grab anything he passed but his strength was no match to the truck. Dean pulled him out on the open grass and got out of his truck with two baseball bats. He threw one of the bats to Spirit.

"In a second you'll be so fucking sorry!" Roman snarled.
"No, we won't," Dean said.

Roman sat up and grabbed one of the metal hooks. He roared in pain as he tried to pull it out. Dean was there fast, slamming the baseball bat into Roman's head. The vampire fell back on his back but sat back up a few seconds later. Spirit hit him the second time with the same result.

"Stay down!" Dean hit Roman again. "You won't get out of this alive."
"You don't have the strength to last all day," Roman laughed mockingly.
"We only need a few minutes," Dean said.

Dean smirked at Roman as the sun slowly began to rise.

"No," Roman whispered. "Not like this."
"Time to burn, motherfucker," Dean said.

Roman tried again and again to sit up. He was working against time but he never got a chance. Each time he sat up, Dean or Spirit would hit him with their baseball bat. The sun slowly crept up on him, hitting his feet first. He started crying in pain as his skin started burning.

"Fuck, it smells bad," Spirit said.
"Come here, darling," Dean said.

He wrapped an arm around her and pressed her head into his chest so she could bury her nose in his t-shirt and mask the smell of burning flesh. Roman kept screaming for almost a long minute until his entire body had been exposed to the sun, and only his ashes were left.

"What about the mansion?" Spirit looked at Dean.
"What about it?" He asked.
"What will people in town say? There were more people here last night," she said.
"I doubt anyone will come check. And if they do, it'll just be another myth to add upon the others. It's not like Roman's body will be found anywhere," he said.

The wind slowly carried Roman's ashes away little by little as they stood there. Finally Dean grabbed his metal hooks and the chains attached to them. He got all his stuff back in the truck. He and Spirit got in as well. They took one last look at the mansion.

"Was it anything like you thought it would be in there though?" He asked.
"It's beautiful," she said. "At least what I saw of it."
"Wanna go discover the rest of it?" He asked.
"Fuck, no!" She said firmly. "Get me the fuck out of here."