Dean and Duke
Dean and Duke had been on what should have been a very simple vampire take down, when things had gone horribly wrong. Dean twisted his body, pushing the weight of the dead vampire he had just killed. As it fell in a pile on the ground beneath the platform he was laying on. With a gasp of relief, he pulled himself back toward the center, suddenly realizing that he had almost fallen to his death from such a high place.
"Holy shit. Shit. Okay. You're okay. Duke?!" He called out to his best friend. The air was silent and he could no longer hear any sounds of tools or Duke's voice and the silence brought a familiar pain to his chest. Duke was in trouble. Duke was always in trouble. "DUKE! Can you hear me, man?!"
Nothing.
Dean groaned as he struggled to sit up, the pain in his ribs intense but the need to find Duke more intense. He scooted toward the edge of the platform, to the ladder, and then reached for his machete. He slipped the cord of his machete around his wrist, and began to climb down the ladder, dreading what he might come across when he reached the ground. As soon as his boots hit the ground, the silence seemed even louder.
"DUKE! Say something!" He called out in the darkness and finally, the sound of a struggle caught his ear, and he broke into a run, toward the sound. "Hold on! I'm comin'!"
"Aw. You've come to save your boyfriend! That's the most adorable thing I've ever witnessed. It's almost like a mo-" A blonde vampire stepped in front of Dean, and before she could finish her sentence, Dean whipped the strap of his machete into his hand, and sliced her head off.
"Shut up." He grumbled, and kept walking down the alley, to the sounds of Duke struggling to breathe. He had to hurry, because knowing Duke, he was an inch from death and still thought he was on top. Finally, the sight of flailing cowboy boots came into view and Dean sprinted toward a saw mill that was definitely on, and definitely close to sawing his best friend in half. "Hey! Care for some two on one?!"
Duke laughed while struggling to breathe, as soon as Dean came into view. He reached up and grabbed the giant man above him by the collar. Without missing a beat, he pushed him up as hard as he could, and Dean kicked the back of the man's head. Slowly, the man's grip loosened on Duke's throat and with a deep cough, Duke released him and rolled out from beneath his weight, leaving the giant alone on the saw mill.
"What about now?" Duke asked, referring to Dean's comment about 'two on one'. He leaned down, running his hand along the side of Dean's calf until he found the syringe he was looking for, just as the giant wrapped his arms around Duke's neck. Dean raised his machete, threatening he large vampire, but he just tightened his grip around Duke's neck. "See...this ain't workin' for me. You gotta squeeze a little harder...a little to the left...OH! oh there it is."
As Duke teased the giant vampire, he reached down and jabbed the syringe into the vampire's thigh, emptying every drop of the Dead Man's Blood into his system. The response was instant as the vampire dropped Duke roughly to the ground, dazed and nearly passed out. As the vampire stumbled, Dean pulled up a booted foot, kicking him onto the saw mill. He then used his machete to chop his head off.
Duke stood from the ground, groaning and chuckled while pointing, "He's so big, he's just sittin' there."
He and Dean both broke into laughter, until the giant body fell over, directly onto the running saw. Within a second, both Duke and Dean were covered in blood, as if they took a shower in it. Spitting a bit from his mouth, Duke turned to Dean and began to laugh all over again, but this time, Dean didn't echo his laughter. He simply rolled his eyes, with a growl, and walked away.
"C'mon man! You know that's funny." Duke called out to him, before picking up his now bloody white cowboy hat from the ground near the saw. He plopped the disgusting hat onto his head, grimacing at the squishing sound his hair made, and followed Dean down the alley.
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An Hour Later
"Don't say a word to Bobby about what you did." Dean ordered Duke as he attempted to unstick his dried bloody shirt from his chest and they walked toward Bobby's front door. He didn't even notice the other vehicle in the drive and he had no idea what he was walking into.
"Will he be that surprised though? He knows how I am. I ain't never said I'm smart..."
"No one has ever said you're smart, Duke." Dean grumbled, opening the front door and strolling in as if he wasn't covered in blood.
Bobby Singer stood from his desk with a start, nearly tripping over himself as he saw his boys, "Jesus Christ! What the hell happened to you two?!"
"Vampires!" Duke chimed, causing Dean to let out a loud sigh through his nose with his eyes squeezed shut. "We found the Vampire nest!"
"Yes. We did." Dean grumbled. And Bobby slammed his book shut on the desk as he aggressively crossed the room and stepped up to them both. Dean flinched, closing his eyes and standing a little straighter, as Duke seemed confused to his side. "But we took care of it, and this...this is not as bad as it looks. One of them kind of..."
"We accidentally sawed him in half. It was a mess. I mean...a mess." Duke chimed once again, his eyes big and excited as he beamed at Bobby. But the look that Bobby shot him, caused him to turn his own eyes to the ground, his cowboy hat covering his face as he straightened his shoulders and stood still and quiet.
"I have never told you what to do...but walkin' into a vampire nest half cocked without so much as a phone call, or backup nearby. How stupid are you, boy?!" Bobby practically yelled in Dean's face. It was then that Duke glanced past Bobby, to his desk and noticed two beer bottles sitting there.
"Bobby, you got company?"