【Ａｓｈｅｓ Ｔｏ Ａｓｈｅｓ】

-ℍ𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕-

The gentle purr of the slick black vehicle turns into a faded echo as the engine is shut off, yellow headlights dimming down until the car is plunged into complete darkness. The faint glow of the moon peering over the gray clouds rolling across the sky illuminates two figures as they step out of the car, the door creaking loudly as they close it behind them. Striding towards the trunk of the vehicle, large boots shifting the gravel strewn across the empty lot, the two men take a glance at the building beside them

"You're positive this-" the taller man motions over to the abandoned muffler factory, metal walls peeling off of their beams like paint,"-is the nest?

"Bobby was pretty damn positive, Sammy"

"Just seems a little...quiet?"

The shorter of the two rolls his pear-green eyes, throwing open the trunk of the car to reveal an arsenal fit for an army beneath the fake bottom. Grabbing the rough handles of two machetes, he carelessly tosses one of them toward his brother

"Dean-" Sam is cut off, hands clumsily catching the blade as his jaw tightens in frustration. Dean smirks playfully at his brother's annoyed state.

"What? You worried about a couple of vamps?"

"No..." Sam sighs lightly, running a hand through his long locks, "I'm just getting a weird feeling, alright? Let's just get this over with."

Dean chuckles softly to himself, but the minute his brother's back is turned to him, his face falls slightly. Green eyes scan the back of his brother's head, worry evident beneath his stoic expression. Quickly shaking the anxious feelings running rampant through his mind, Dean slams the trunk of the Impala closed and follows after his giant of a brother. Pushing their massive bodies against the rusted metal walls, they creep towards the door barely hanging on by its hinges. Silently, they communicate through a single look and make their way inside, machete blades gleaming underneath the moonlight before their bodies are swallowed by the darkness

░▒▓█ ... █▓▒░

A fountain of blood gushes out and onto the ceiling from the opened flesh of the vampire before Dean, his machete blade gliding through the skin and bones of the creature as if softened butter. It can only utter a single shriek of agony before it dies, the monster's head landing on the concrete with a sickening crack as its lifeless body falls after it. Sam runs into the room, hazel eyes glancing down at the handful of mutilated bodies strewn across the floor.

"How many?" He asks casually through labored breaths. Dean uses the back of his hand to messily wipe away the blood splattered across his face.

"Eight" He turns to look at his brother, concern flashing across his face upon seeing Sam mirroring his own blood-soaked body, "You?"

"Seven"

"What the hell is going on? Nests aren't normally this big."

"Even if they were, they rarely go past double digits."

"Whatever..." Dean sighs and wipes off the slick sheet of blood coating his blade, "Nest this big, they probably have some food stored somewhere in here. Come on"

Following his older brother, Sam and Dean make their way through the twisted halls of the abandoned factory, their eyes and ears constantly observing their surroundings for any signs of movement, human or not. Suddenly, the faint rattling of chains catches their attention. Sharing a glance filled with tense anticipation, they creep toward the noise. Making their way beside the shadow of a light slipping through the cracks of an orange-rusted door, Dean peers through the opening with his machete gripped tightly at his side

"Vamp?" Sam questions through a near-silent whisper.

Dean shakes his head, using his palm to push the door open with a low creak. "Vic"

Stepping inside the dimly lit room, flannel-covered bodies washed in the pale lemon light overhead, they stare through widened eyes at the gruesome sight before them. Bound by thick metal chains to a chair in the center of the room, sat a woman or, at the very least, what was left of a woman. With her neck straining to hold up the weight of her limp head, she looked like a statue of blood and gore. Heavy streams of the scarlet liquid poured down limbs and cloth until she was barely recognizable as a human being, clumps of flesh and hair scattered across her bare feet as if offerings on an altar. Sam glances toward his brother, eyebrows furrowed as he makes his way toward her. Dean follows closely behind.

"I know they're monsters, but this-" Dean bends down, hands grasping gently at the chains wrapped tightly around the woman's wrists, "-seems a little excessive"

Examining her legs, Sam nods his head in agreement, jaw tightening at what he sees. Where there wasn't any blood, he could make out the dangerously purple and black bruising near her feet, the bones in her ankles jutting out in ways he knew weren't normal. His stomach turned.

"They shattered the bones in her legs..." Sam explains, nostrils flaring in frustration as he continues to observe the damage done by the vampires, "And it looks like her hands too"

"Playing with their food...Classy" Dean sighs lightly, running a hand through his spiked hair.

However, just as his words fade out from their ears, a new sound is quick to replace them. A whimper. The broken and helpless-sounding cry of an animal too exhausted to even find the strength to open its mouth to call out for help. The pair can't hide the shock that overtakes their features when they register the sound, bodies moving to crouch down before the mangled body. Sam is the first to react, leveling his face with hers before holding his hand up to her nose. His eyes widen at the feeling of air breezing past his calloused fingertips.

"She's breathing-" He looks up at his brother, hazel pools swirling with anxiety that Dean found himself mirroring, "-but barely"

"...Peo...ple"

Sam and Dean snap their heads towards the woman, peering through her bloodied (h/c) locks to watch as her lips split open from the effort it took to speak. Sam leans forward, his ear straining to hear the rasped voice escaping the woman's throat as she tries to continue

"...Peo...ple..." she swallows back the rush of blood making its way up her esophagus, voice barely a whisper as it crawls past her teeth, "...second...flo...or...third...room..."

"She said there are people in the third room on the second floor" Sam passed on what he heard to his brother who was still staring in awe at the girl before them, "Go and get them, I'll get her out of here"

Dean nods in understanding and makes a sprint for the door, his body disappearing in the darkness as he makes his way through the hallways. With his brother now gone, Sam begins to make work on the chains wrapped tightly around her body. It takes him a few minutes, but he is finally able to yank off the heavy bindings and toss them onto the concrete floor with a loud crash. "I gotcha, it's alright."

As gently as the man can, he scoops the woman up into his arms, apologizing softly when she whimpers quietly against his chest. Using his hands, he tenderly pushes back the matted hair that had fallen into her face. His hazel eyes observe her mutilated features, her (s/c) skin peeking out beneath the scarlet-colored liquid dripping down her face. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly, distress over the woman's well-being evident in his eyes. Hearing his brother calling his name down the hall, he begins a confident stride toward the door.

"Let's get you out of here"