THE CHRONICLES: WINCHESTER DAZE AND KNIGHTS

THAT'S WHAT AN ANGEL SHOULD LOOK LIKE

A black SUV pulls up in front of an abandoned warehouse, the night pitch black. The headlights long ago doused. Two women, tall and lean, completely dressed I black step out. One quick glance at one another and they stealthily make their way toward the entrance.

"Damn Winchester luck!" Dean hissed, his eyes darted all over the place , he had to get Sam out of here. He and Sam were on a hunt and they just realized that they had walked into a trap. "Run, Sammy!" Dean forever in protective, big

brother mode.

Sam bolts for the door, Dean at his heels. Sam barrels through the doorway and just when Dean thinks he's about to make it, something grabs him and he's flying across the room. ' I must have a million frequent flyer miles,' he thinks as he hits a wall so hard it actually gives a little. He falls to the floor stunned. The door having been closed between him and his brother, he can hear Sam banging on the door trying to get back in to him.

"Get the hell out of here Sammy!" Dean yells and the banging stops. Dean knows his little brother well enough to know , Sam wouldn't just leave, he had either been captured or he was looking for another way in to the building. Dean just knew one thing for sure, he needed to get to his brother at all costs.

He tried to desperately to stand and managed it for just a second before sliding down the wall into a sitting position. The room was spinning unmercifully. He felt nauseated and the darkness would be ringing his doorbell any minute

Sam had been desperately trying to get back to his brother. He banged on the door and yelling, "Dean!" thinking that if he had a dollar for every time that he did that, he would be set for life.

Suddenly he was slammed against a wall, being choked by a strong arm across his throat. He was easily lifted off his feet. He wasn't getting much air so it wouldn't be long before he passed out. The next thing he knew he was crumpled on the ground gasping. The vampire that had had him pinned now lay headless in front of him.

Sam looking up as a shape stepped in front of him.

Dean was fighting hard to stay conscious. "Sam where are you?" he groaned, his eyes beginning to slip shut. "Just going to shut them for a minute, Sammy ok?", His mind playing with the idea.

A noise made him struggle to stay focused. Three vampires were now in front of him.

"Well, Dean, how are you?" The apparent leader asked, kicking Dean square in the ribs.

Dean gasped and instinctively wrapped his arms around his midsection, glaring at the vampire in a way that would have made any normal man think twice.

"I'm just peachy!" Dean hissed between clenched teeth. "Just like a fugly to kick a man when he's down." He didn't take his eye off the vamp. His muddled brain trying to come up with a plan, the pain making it hard, he sure couldn't take them when he couldn't even stand."

"So you knew we were coming?" Dean asked.

"You Winchesters have a lot of enemies. It doesn't matter who gets you as long as you get got" The vampire sneered. "You were one of us once, Dean. Your hunting days are over, well, at least the way you are used to hunting anyway. We are going to turn you again, no antidote this time, and the first blood that you get to feed on is your precious little brother's. How's that for irony, Dean? You get to live with that as an immortal."

The vampire bit into his wrist and as the blood flowed he walked closer to Dean.

Dean tried to move but his body betrayed him. He didn't have his machete he had dropped it when he got tossed. His heart clenched. He remembered every horrible detail of being turned the agony and hunger he felt when smelled blood, they were going to try to make him feed on Sam. That wasn't going to happen. He would die first and he reached for his gun. The movement sending pain and dizziness through his body, he closed his eyes. He heard a whir of motion and three thuds. He forced his eyes open, the three vamps lay headless in front of him.

"What the ….Sam?" Darkness was edging in on his vision. He couldn't stay alert much longer. He blinked hard and a woman stepped in front of him. She was dressed in black from head to toe, and she was an amazing sight. She had jet black hair that fell over her shoulders in waves. She had to most incredible blue eyes that Dean had ever seen.

Dean's eyes no longer agreed to cooperate and they began to close and darkness took over.

"Now that's what an angel is supposed to look like." He murmured.