I don't own Supernatural. Darn. I do own Asher Michaels and this story, excluding the bits from the show. My friend Shauna owns Amelia Shaw, and I am using her in my story with her permission. This fic is rated for violence, blood, language, drinking, sexual situations and, hopefully, some scary shit. I don't know how good I will be at writing scary stuff since I've never actually tried before. Enjoy the stories.

Monster Hospital, Book Two: Vampires.
Chapter Ten: A Little Less Than Friendly Farewell.

"I taught you better than this, Dean!"

"What you taught me doesn't apply in this situation!" Dean yelled back, getting in his father's face.

Asher and Bobby were standing to the side, as the yelling had shifted focus from her to Dean. The werewolf, her secret now in the open, had reverted to her normal sarcastic self and was standing there, observing just how much Dean looked and acted like his father. She turned to Bobby and said, "Well at least I know where Dean got it all."

Bobby tried to keep from smiling, but barely managed. Luckily, John and Dean were too busy yelling at each other to notice. "Dean is a lot like his Dad, but he had to grow up fast."

"Yeah, and take care of Sammich while they were on the road. I know the drill."

"Really? Because it seems you and Amelia share the role of caretaker."

Asher thought about that for a moment and realized it was true. She shrugged and opened her mouth to answer, but at that moment, the heat and the screaming focused once again on Asher. Apparently the problem had once again focused on the werewolf.

"You should have killed her when you found out what she was!" John roared. His words were directed at Dean, but his dark eyes and weathered face were all about Asher. "Or at the very least watched her until the next full moon!" He rounded on his son, who was standing so close he nearly got slapped. "You've got to be responsible Dean! You can't let monsters run around without any warnings or threats or anything! She's not human, Dean! She's a monster!"

Against her better judgement, Asher snarled; it was too close to the full moon for her to be facing this much emotion. Bobby—who seemed to be dealing with the news of Asher's true nature—grabbed her wrist and pulled her back before she did anything really stupid.

"Asher is not a monster, Dad! You don't even know her!"

"I don't have—"

"Don't you think I did everything I could to make sure she wasn't a risk? Don't you think I made sure she wasn't going to run out and kill people? Her and Amelia have found a way to keep her from changing!"

"That's impossible!"

Asher wrenched her arm away from Bobby and stepped up to John. "It is not impossible!" she yelled, jabbing her finger into his chest. "I can prove it's not!" She stepped back and pulled her t-shirt over her head, exposing her newer wounds, but also the latticework of scars criss-crossing her middle. She stuck her hands out, showing the burn scars around her wrists. "Every month for at least three nights, I get tied down with silver chains," she hissed. "They burn, but the silver keeps me from changing, but I'm going to have to carry these scars for the rest of my life!" She stepped closer to him, until her nose was almost pressed against his neck, and then she glared up at him. "So don't call me a monster, asshole. Not when I torture myself endlessly to prevent myself from becoming just that!"

John opened his mouth, but Asher cut off him by pulling his handgun from the holster at his belt and pointing it at her head. "But," she continued, tears bubbling in the corner of her eyes, "If you still think I'm not worth keeping around, then I'll end it myself."

Dean grabbed Asher's arm and pulled it away from her head. Only because Asher really didn't want to kill herself was Dean able to overcome her superhuman strength and bend her arm behind her back. He wrestled the gun from her and pinned her face-first against the wall, his mouth ending up by her ear. "Stop being stupid, Asher," he hissed. "Take a deep breath and calm the fuck down so I don't have to smack you around again."

Asher's sob turned into a bitter laugh. "I hate you Dean," she managed.

Dean let go of Asher and tossed the gun back to his Dad, who caught it and returned it to its holster. "Happy?" he asked.

John looked a little thunderstruck.

"Why don't we all take a minute?" Bobby suggested. "And all calm the fuck down."

Bobby pulled John to one side of the room and started talking to him in hushed tones while Dean pulled the shirtless Asher into the kitchenette of the motel room. He tossed her the ripped and bloody Captain Kirk t-shirt and she pulled it on, frowning slightly at the rips.

"This was my favourite shirt," she moaned.

"I'm sure you'll find another one." Dean ran his hands back over his hair and then looked at her, his face completely serious. "What were you thinking?" he asked, stepping closer to her.

"I'm sick of being called a monster. You and Sam did it; your Dad is doing it... Bobby probably wants to, but he's too nice to say it my face. Hell, even Amelia called me a monster right after it happened." She leaned forward and put her forehead on Dean's shoulder, prompting him to wrap his arms around her and pull her close. "Maybe I am a monster..."

"Asher, stop it. You're not a monster and you know it."

"Dean..." She pressed her face into his neck, nuzzling in that dog-like way again. "Thank you."

"Hey," he said, holding her back a little so he could look her in the eye, "You may be the biggest bitch I've ever met, but I'm not going to let you kill yourself, Ash." Dean pulled her close again and kissed her forehead. "Although I enjoyed pinning you against the wall..."

Asher pulled back and punched him in the chest, but she was smiling. "I'm going to get cleaned up and change while your Dad is still calming down."

She gave Dean a real, warm smile and then headed to the bathroom, grabbing her bag on the way. Once she was in the bathroom, Asher dropped the bag on the counter and propped herself up over the sink, the tears that were suddenly falling hitting the porcelain of the sink. She'd been so close to killing herself before, but no one had ever known about it, not until now, anyway, although, if she was lucky, the Winchesters and Bobby would chalk it up to being under a lot of pressure. When she managed to stop herself from crying, she turned the water on almost as hot as it would go and undressed. As she waited for the water to heat up, Asher examined the wounds that had reopened in the ordeal with the vampires.

Two of the gashes on her gut had opened and one patch of the road rash had bled a little more, along with two of the shallow bite marks on her side. "Damn it," she muttered. "I've got to be a little more careful..."

When there was steam issuing from the stream of water, she climbed into the shower and let it pound against her back; it felt good. Asher groaned a bit as the water hit tender spots, but she didn't rush cleaning the dried blood and grime from her skin. When she was clean and her hair was washed, she climbed out from under the water and dried herself off. Amelia wasn't going to have to repair that stitches after all, since there was no fresh blood. She dressed in a pair of loose black sweatpants and a bright blue tank top, brushed her hair and re-entered the main room of the motel.

Where John, Bobby and Dean were all waiting.

"Have you ever killed anyone?" John asked.

Asher blinked at the bluntness of the question, but answered it nonetheless. "As a werewolf? Once. Right after I changed for the first time. Sam and Dean were the first ones on the case, actually." Asher had lost track of how many former people and supernatural creatures she'd killed not a werewolf.

"I remember that one," Bobby said. "It makes sense that you wouldn't have been able to catch her since she's a hunter as well."

"Yeah, that's great." John turned back to Asher. "And these chains actually work?"

Asher nodded. "Better than you could ever imagine."

John was clearly having trouble with the concept of letting the werewolf live, just as he had trouble with letting the vampires go; even though he had been part of the negotiations, he wasn't stupid. There had been around fifty vampires and only six hunters. There was no way they could have killed them all, but if they broke the nest up and then broke their promises, they could easily take care of the smaller groups.

"Fine. But if—"

"Yeah, yeah. If I kill anyone, you'll hunt me down and kill me yourself. Got it."

"Good." John cleared his throat and grabbed his bag. "I'm going to pack up the truck." He looked at Dean. "When your brother gets back, tell him we're heading out."

The older Winchester and Bobby left the motel room to start getting ready to leave. Asher walked over to Dean.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"The thing that killed my Mom... it was a demon. Dad's got a lead, so we're going to try and hunt it down and end this once and for all." He sighed.

"Oh."

"Yeah, and once it's dead, Sam's probably going to go back to school and it'll just be my Dad and I hunting again."

"Are... you okay with that?"

Dean shrugged. "Would you be okay if Amelia decided she didn't want to be hunter anymore?"

"Point taken." Asher moved back to the bed and started gathering her things together. "Where is Sam?"

"Him and Amelia went for a drive, apparently."

"In my truck?"

"Yes."

Asher cursed under her breath, but pushed it no farther. "So you're going to keep hunting, even after you take out the demon that killed your Mom?"

"I don't think I could stop even if I wanted to. It's my life."

"Right. So, I guess we'll run into each other at some point, then."

"Yeah..."

Once she was finished packing—Dean didn't have to pack, since he'd done it when Asher was in the shower—Asher turned to look at the hunter and found him standing pretty close. She closed the distance and they embraced, the gesture making that day the most affectionate they'd been to each other without alcohol. They stepped back enough to look at each other. Dean brushed some hair out of her face.

"Hey Ash, let's go!" The door banged open, admitting Amelia and Sam. Both of them stopped walking and the four young hunters started at each other. In an attempt to break the tension, Amelia said, "Your Dad and Bobby took off. Papa Winchester said he'd meet up with you two later."

"Right."

Asher looked at Dean and then grabbed her bag. "See you later, asshat." She crossed the room to the door and slipped on a pair of flip-flops she withdrew from her bag and walked out into the parking lot. "Bye Bambi."

Amelia said goodbye to Dean and then gave Sam a quick hug before she followed her sister. Asher had settled herself in the passenger seat which meant that Amelia was going to take the first driving shift. "Where are we going?" Amelia asked.

"Home."

As Amelia backed out of the parking spot, Dean and Sam emerged from the room, Sam waving as he walked to the office to check out and Dean waving as he walked to his car. Asher's eyes didn't leave Dean or the Impala until she could no longer see the parking lot, and then she sighed and settled back into the seat. The sister drove in silence for a long while, until the sun started to set.

"You and Dean seem... close," Amelia said tentatively.

"So do you and Sam," she snapped.

They fell back into silence as Amelia drove on, planning on stopping at the first big rest station where they could check the news and find their next lead.

Author's Note.

So Book 2 is done! Yay!

So, it's not as great as Book 1 was—or at least, not as great as I felt it was—but Book 3 will be better, mostly because I really, really want to write it. There's going to be a lot of emotion and anger and some awesome bonding between Asher and Dean. But first, there's a one-shot.

So, enjoy the last chapter of this book, and here's a preview of what's next in Monster Hospital.

Next Story: Peace of Mind (ONE SHOT). The girls swing by Harvelle's to catch up with Ellen, Jo and Ash—friends they haven't seen in a while. While they're there, Sam and Dean show up, chasing an old voice mail message. While the boys go off on a hunt to try and get over the devastating loss they've just suffered, Asher and Amelia hang around the bar, making money and taking a break before they hit the road again.
Next Book: Werewolves. Asher's gone missing and it's almost the full moon. Nothing good can come of this.
First Chapter: Distress.