Who: In various groupings: billy dean joshua lullaby maddie oz and sophie
Where: All over the damn place!
When: After dark

The world was swimming as Billy drove up the road to Oz' house. It was a damned good job that there was no other traffic and that the place wasn't far, because he was swerving all over the place. His head was throbbing, the world wouldn't keep still, and he only had one hand that wanted to help with the whole 'working' thing. He clipped the corner as he pulled the battered truck into the gravel driveway of his friend's house and swerved to a stop, pushing down far too hard on the brake. He felt the pain lance through him as he jerked forward, then back and for a moment he lost his breath. This was the part where he got out of the car, he knew. But he didn't want to move. He was tired and his head was spinning. He should just sit here for a while. Maybe sleep for a bit.

Maddie was intensely worried. She looked over at Billy, and could see he was struggling to remain awake. Which really--he needed to do just now. "Billy, get moving." she said, and she reached over, really hating having to do it, but she thought it would work. She let her hand drift through him, into the back of his neck to give him a shock of sharp cold biting pain for a moment. She didn't have a whole lot of energy left, and she had no idea just how well the wolf kept the house stocked up for just such occasions. So she might need that last strike she had in her.

The icy cold did the trick and it cleared the dreamwalker's head, just for a moment, just long enough for him to open the door and stagger out. The lights at the front of the house, however, were already going on and the front door opened as Billy was half way to it. He wasn't in good shape at all. His clothes were ripped and muddy, he had a gash at one side of his head that was bleeding liberally, matting his hair down to his scalp. He cradled his left hand with his right and held them both against his chest, stooped over somewhat.. He had another gash in his side, though this wasn't deep.

Oz had heard the truck pull up, and looked out--Billy? Wasn't expected. And while sure, he dropped by from time to time, normally it wasn't swerving like he'd closed the bars, and definitely not this time of the evening. So, there was a thread of concern that had gone through him. That however, was eaten whole when he stepped out onto the porch and caught the scent of blood on the breeze. And, as was usual for Oz, thought processes didn't actually fill in before he was already acting, moving, running towards his friend at full tilt to get to him sooner. He had to dig his heels in to get to a stop on time, but he made it, arms immediately going around Billy to help him. "Sophie! Get the first aid kit out!!" he shouted, before fully looking at Billy, even as he was bodily hauling him towards the porch steps, supporting as much of his friend as he could. "What the hell happened?!"

"Vampire," Billy told him, gladly putting his weight on his friend as they continued towards the house. Sophie appeared in the doorway, first aid kit in hand - they always kept a rather large on in the kitchen, always prepared for the worst, since they knew what kind of a world they lived in. She took one look at their friend and then was at his other side, helping support him as they got in him inside and lay the dreamwalker down on the couch.

Oz hated that word. He hated that word more than just about any other, because it was synonymous with death and horror in his life. With the news reports around the area, he'd been attempting to tell himself that he was being overly paranoid. Now guess it turned out he wasn't. Fuck. That was Not Good. He started to stand back, to let Sophie get a better look at him but he hovered just in case he was needed to help with anything else. "Where, when, how many?" he asked.

Maddie for her part was relieved when Oz and Sophie carted Billy inside...she for one however, stayed outside. Vigil. Just in fucking case. Because there was no way in hell she wanted anyone inside to get caught unawares, not if she could fry something as a fair warning first. So that's where she stayed, even if it killed her. One day she would perfect being two places at once. Or she'd always wind up in this position. Only able to help in ways that she wished did more.

Billy relaxed back on the couch, closing his eyes, until Sophie gave him a sharp slap to the cheek. "Wake up," she told him, firmly. "You've got to keep awake," she added, pressing a pad to his head to stem the bleeding and reaching for a bandage. Not for the first time, she wondered when she'd got good at this, when she'd got so damn experienced with first aid. But she'd always known how to do this, her mum had made sure of that, and over the years she had, unfortunately got in rather a lot of practice in patching people up. And taking them on hospital runs when they were beyond her abilities. She wrapped the bandage round his head to keep the pad in pace, and then started on the rest of him.

"Hey - no making me feel worse," Billy complained, at the slap, but he allowed her to lift his head up and tend to him, before he looked over at Oz. "Two, up at the island - Maddie got them both. They were fast, Oz. Fuck em, but they were fast. Came out of nowhere." he looked at the other guy, not saying what they both knew.

The eye contact between Oz and his friend was heavy for a minute, before he looked away. "You're staying here. If they're in town then they're in town, and we don't need any attention drawn out here. It's big enough, we're stocked up fine..." he started speaking, trying to figure out what to do next. Though, he knew that part. The next part was arming people. Which he had, there were in fact, weapons in their house. Dean would have to stay in until the threat was over, and he was already wondering how bad it would be. Wondering if he should go out, see what he could do in town, because god. These people weren't ready for this shit. Hell. No one ever was ready for this. This was never on the list of shit you figured you'd eventually have to deal with. Killer vampire packs running wild. Yeah, their home town had been full of people who should have been pretty capable of handling this shit and they buried the town. It wasn't even on the map anymore.

"Stocked up fine for what?" Dean's voice sounded from the entrance to the living room as he took in the sight before him. He'd been in his room when he heard the truck pull up outside. You didn't miss that kind of thing, not someone sounding like they were powersliding into the driveway, taking half the gravel with them. He'd watched from his bedroom window as Billy had staggered out of the truck and been helped into the house by Oz and Sophie and then he'd headed downstairs to find out what the hell was going on.

Oz looked back, then immediately moved to grab Dean by the upper arm and pull him off into the hallway. Not a hard pull, just this was going to be easier if he didn't really have to see Billy's condition. Or that was his theory anyhow. "There's...some shit going down, and we're going to have to stay here for the time being. Don't worry about school, or anything else, I highly doubt it'll be going on tomorrow anyways. I'd like you to stay downstairs here, close by, just in case. Sophie's just going to patch up Billy for right now, and...you should come with me." he said, starting to walk towards the basement door.

Dean didn't move. At all, though he turned to face Oz as he walked off. "Shit going down like what?" he asked, an edge in his voice. The way Oz spoke, with references to the school shutting down, it wasn't hard to leap to the conclusion that said 'shit' was affecting the entire town and that meant Thia. Alone. In an abandoned house. Dean could already feel the panic begin to rise.

"It's complicated, come on. Please." Oz said, stressing that as he opened up the basement door, and flicked on the light. He didn't start down the steps though, waiting for Dean to go with him. He was pretty sure Sophie wasn't going to like the idea of Dean being armed in any fashion, and there was a part of that that he knew might very likely have her not speaking to him for quite some time, but...he couldn't see another way. He'd rather have to deal with the fallout than deal with the consequences of what might happen if Dean didn't have some means to protect himself. He knew the kid had abilities, but he didn't know how far those effected, and he also didn't know how well he could use them. So...there'd have to be a second line of defense, now wouldn't there.

Dean pushed down his panic for a moment, telling himself that whatever it was, someone had just come into this house covered in blood and hardly able to walk. Going running out into the night not knowing what he was facing could very well get him killed. Which thought didn't help the panic at all, since he then had a flash of Thia lying on the floor of that house, killed by some unknown something. "Oz - there's something I need to tell you," Dean said, joining the guy at the top of the basement steps as his panic made the decision for him.

"Go ahead." Oz said, starting down the steps. In a very distant sort of manner, he caught the vibes Dean was giving off. The tension, the nerves, the tone in his voice, but there was a little too much of him that was in full on battle stations mode to stop and wonder what it might mean beyond the obvious.

Dean fell into silence, annoyed for a moment as Oz turned away and headed down the steps. He wanted to call him to a halt, ask him what the hell he was doing - couldn't he see that Dean was trying to tell him something important? And he was just going to walk off? Instead, though, he just followed, not saying a word until they got down into the basement and Dean was able to cut in front of Oz so that he could stand face to face with the guy to talk. "It's Thia," he said, knowing he had no idea what he was going to say. Or how he was going to explain this, but he couldn't not and they were just wasting time. He had to know whether she was in danger. "When she died - she didn't die. Her dad did a spell or something and she came back, but she's not evil or anything. But she's all alone in an abandoned house in town and I need you to tell me what the hell's going on because I need to know whether she's in danger and you can't keep me here. You can't - I won't leave her," he said, the words falling over each other as he spoke without thinking at all.

When Dean stepped in front of him, that was really enough to get Oz's attention better, and he opened up his mouth to say something...but then Dean was telling him very, very insane things. Which granted, he didn't actually for a second not believe, but it was a shock, none the less. "She's...alive." he stated. Then, immediately on the heels of that, was a hissed 'Fuck', said with a whole lot of feeling. If that was true then that meant she was in the heart of what was probably closely resembling hell around now, and if it wasn't already? It would soon enough. He also caught the part where Dean informed him that he couldn't be kept there, and Oz had a momentary awareness that actually, they had a locked cage right over in the corner, and he could drag him there. And then there was another, huge part of him that as purely run by a pack animal that kicked hard and said she couldn't be left in town, either. "Where is she?" he said, decision made there. Oh...this was going to be bad.

Right then and there, if Oz had tried to lock him in that cage? Dean would have ended up fighting a werewolf - even if the outcome was that he'd inevitably lose. It was hard enough to make himself this rational right now. He wasn't known for his stirling reactions to his friends being in potential danger. "East Magnetic, near Pine Street," he said, eyeing Oz. The rest he waited on, poised to run if he needed to, aware that Billy's truck was still idling outside their front door. Not that he knew how to drive, but right now, he was willing to risk it and he'd learn on the way.

He turned and walked towards a locked trunk beneath the stairs, grabbing they key from the large iron ring on a nail on the wall--the keys to his cage and other things, and he quickly unlocked the trunk. Inside? Were a few necessities. Some had been left over from Amanda after she'd died. A few were ones he'd picked up along the way, and the first thing he grabbed was the handgun he had there, and he tossed it over in Dean's direction, expecting the kid to catch it. He himself grabbed a shotgun, and he loaded it, before grabbing a clip and tossing that in Dean's direction too. "It'll need to be fast, she'll have to know we're coming, and she's going to have to be ready to run if she has to."

Dean caught the gun with a look of surprise. Of all the reactions he'd expected, he didn't expect a fucking gun to be tossed in his direction and it momentarily distracted him from the panic. "I... I don't know how to use this," he said, looking from the handgun to Oz and then catching on to the rest. "We're going? When? now - I'll... I can text her. She'll be waiting," he said, all thoughts of the weapon dying in the face of that. He would walk into the mouth of hell for her without a second thought. Or he considered he would - but that was an easy promise to make when you'd never seen hell.

"You point at what might be coming at you, you squeeze the trigger." Oz said, walking over, and he grabbed the clip he'd tossed Dean, then the gun and he slapped it home, before handing it back--with the safety on. "I can do this by myself." he also said. He could find the streets fine, and just because he technically wasn't allowed to drive anymore didn't mean he couldn't. And back in the day, he'd been pretty bat out of hellish with it anyhow. He also didn't think Dean was going to allow him to go alone, but he couldn't not try. He knew what he'd be doing if he were in Dean's shoes, though. And that was toss caution to the winds and get a fucking move on. He'd deal with the resurrected friend part later.

Dean took the gun back, having watched Oz load it. It looked simple enough, but still. He gave it a once over, figuring out the safety and easing it off, sighting the gun before relaxing and easing the safety back on again. He could figure this out, he'd have to if things got bad as the vibes coming off Oz seemed to suggest they might. But he's looked into things over the years, he'd only been telling Thia about that yesterday - he read up on things, anything he could get his hands on about anything with working parts. Guns fell into that category. Didn't mean he knew how to fire one - but it did mean that he knew useful things like where the safety was and which way round the bullets went. "I'm coming with you!" he protested, taking his phone out of his pocket with his free hand and starting to text Thia. Srry - had 2 tell. Trouble in twn. Coming 2 get you. Don't argue. 5 mins. Be w8ing. D

"I figured so." Oz said, and he gave Dean a little ghost of a half smile, an expression that might have contained a bit of pride in Dean. "Let's go. Don't show Sophie you have a gun just yet, and there's something else I have to say but I'll tell you when we're moving." he added, and he started to take the steps two at a time. "Sophie--we'll be back." Which was going to go over so stunningly badly, he couldn't even have said, but he'd finish arguing with her when he got back.

Sophie heard the shout from the other room and turned. "Where the hell are you going?" she shouted, the disbelief sounding in her voice. "Don't you dare go out there, J! I need you here, we need you here." She looked back down at Billy, who'd half risen to add his voice to the 'don't fucking go, man' cry and it was only the fact that he'd done so, and the last thing Billy needed to be doing right now was moving and so she turned to push him back down again, that stopped her from physically running to stop her husband from leaving the house.

"And we'll be back, you have my word." Oz said. Or, Dean would be back. Oz knew if it came down to it, he'd shove the keys in Dean's hand and go down fighting. Which he unfortunately, was probably known for, and both Billy and Sophie would understand that. However, along with them knowing how he was, he put things as plainly as possible for the both of them. On the most basic yet all encompassing of levels for him. "There's still pack in town." Not his, maybe, but by proxy. She was Dean's best friend, therefore she qualified, especially at a time like this.

The 'don't go' that was on Sophie's lips changed as he referenced pack. She didn't know who is was, but there was no arguing against Oz if that was the case. She'd argue, they'd waste time, she'd lose. "Don't you make me come and get you, J," she said instead, knowing that he would get that - that if anything happened to him the bond would activate, that she would have no choice but to go out there, into the night, to find him. The only way that he could keep her safe was to keep himself safe. If he got hurt, she'd come looking for him. And she knew that it wasn't only the bond that would make her do that.

He crossed over to her, pulled her up into a hug, and he kissed her, the shotgun leaning against the couch. It was fast, but there was a lot behind it. "I won't." he promised. "Take care of Billy. I'll be back as soon as I can. I'll keep Dean safe too. Should be back in twenty minutes tops, if not, he'll call and we'll keep you updated." he added, before he released her and started to stalk back towards the door, grabbing up the shotgun again of course. Couldn't leave without that.

Dean had stayed out of all of that, hovering in the hall by the door, in no rush at all to be anywhere near a shouting Sophie for a long time, not after the shit storm of yesterday. He was relieved when Oz came back out and they headed out of the house. "You okay to drive?" he asked, realising that he didn't actually know that - he'd been told that Oz wasn't allowed to drive any more because of his eye sight, that he didn't have a licence, but he didn't actually know anything about how bad that was.

"We'll find out." Oz said, grabbing Sopie's keys first, then when he stepped down onto the porch, he heard Billy's truck still running so he tossed them back inside the door. He'd just take Billy's truck. If it got totaled, he'd have worse things to worry about than getting his friend a new truck, now wouldn't he? He felt a sharp, sudden cold pain, and it barely slowed him down, a vaguely distant part of his mind thinking he'd probably just walked through Maddie. Which made him feel slightly better. She'd...do something. In theory. She'd better. He jogged towards the truck, sliding inside and putting the shotgun across the seat, as he dropped it into gear before Dean even was finished sitting down.

The truck started moving as Dean hauled the passenger side door closed behind him, putting the gun down on the seat and texting Thia again, just in case. Leaving now. On our way. B waiting. D. "What's going on - I mean, really? What is all this - what happened to Billy, why are you suddenly going for guns?" And since when have we had guns? Is there a whole part of your lives I just didn't know anything about? What the hell is going on?

"Vampires." Oz said, pulling the truck out and he jammed on the gas to get them up the road and back into town as quickly as possible. "It's...a long story, look I need to tell you something about the bullets you've got. I had them all made with a high silver content. If anything happens and you feel like I'm a danger to you, in my werewolf form, you just shoot. Even if you don't kill me, you'll slow me down enough and if that happens, you take Thia, and get back home and stay there. If that does happen you might...you might have to knock Sophie out, or...something. Don't let her leave to come for me." Why the fuck was he having to have this talk with Dean? God did he ever not want to be putting any of this out there, but he knew the score, and vampires meant things couldn't be done in a nice, gradual, gentle manner. He needed to know. He needed to know ten minutes ago.

Dean was sixteen years old. In the last month he'd been moved halfway round the world and thrust into the care of a cousin he hadn't seen for years. He'd found out that werewolves, vampires, demons, everything he could imagine existed. He'd had someone walk in his dreams and found a healing spring in an old abandoned mineshaft. His best friend had been shot, killed and resurrected due to some kind of freaky dark magic. And now vampires were attacking people and he was being asked to maybe kill his cousin's partner and take charge of stopping her doing something to get herself killed. And he'd been given a gun to do all that with. Dean didn't know what to say. He didn't know where the fuck even to start. Except for the ever present drive faster.

"Do you understand?" Oz asked, needing some sort of confirmation, as he took a hard right, cranking the wheel so hard the back end of the truck fishtailed, but he kept it on the road, and that was the important part.

"You're asking for me to promise that if you get out of control, I'll kill you - or at least try to. And then stop Sophie from freaking out and getting herself killed as well," Dean said, slowly. Whether he could do it or not? He wasn't sure. Could he promise to do something he wasn't sure if he was able to do?

"That's the basics, yes. I don't think it'll come to that, but at the end of the day, I'm a bitten werewolf. I had a ritual done to give me control, but..." Oz broke off. "There's a lot at work here that hasn't been explained up front to you, we'll get to it later. Just trust me, if anything happens to me, she will come for me, and I can't have that with these fuckers in town. I need a 'yes, I understand' out of you around now." Another hard right, and he blew right through a stop sign.

Dean thought of the look on Oz's face before, the way he'd dealt with the news about Thia, what he was doing right now. The overwhelming feeling that sometimes? Some things were more important. Oz was risking everything right now to help him, they weren't fucking around here - this was serious. "Yes, I understand," he said, dropping his gaze and looking at the gun. "I understand."

"Good." Oz said, and jammed on the breaks to turn onto the cross street Dean had mentioned. Apparently, his driving skills were still intact, because he hadn't hit anything, and figured they were making it there in record time. Now, if she was going to cooperate and not be dead? That would be even better. And this about a girl who's wake he'd attended. God, their lives just never did quit getting weirder. "We're in and out of that house in less than five minutes." he added. "Which one is it?"

"That one, there," Dean said, pointing to a house in the darkness. There were no lights on inside, but he knew how careful Thia was about that. Hopefully she'd got his messages, hopefully she'd be waiting.

Oz pulled into the driveway and slammed the truck into park. He didn't kill the engine, however, instead he left it running, grabbing the shotgun as he dropped out of the truck and headed for the house. His senses were very alert, though, waiting for the first sounds of a rushed attack, but so far--nothing. Now he just needed for the girl to be ready--and they could get back to someplace mildly safer. Maybe.

When the text had come through, Lullaby had been kinda snuggling on the couch with Joshua while they continued to read over books. She'd found a section in the book that had the Dean-powers in it on telekenesis too, and had been going over that with him, expressing that just because there'd been an interruption, didn't mean she thought he should stop practicing and therefore he should expect to start that back up again. And then there was scary textage. "Oh, shit." she said when she'd read it. "There's trouble, um...um we need to pack things up, and Dean's coming to get us." Then there'd been a flurry of attempting-not-to-panic packing going on, which consisted mainly of shoving the books on the floor into a bag, and wondering what else she needed. She was also well aware that she didn't have anything even remotely resembling a weapon, and kind of wondered if maybe she should have thought of that sometime. But yeah, that hadn't ever occurred to her. And anyways she probably wouldn't know what to do with one anyways. It wasn't like she was miss queen badass. She was just miss queen won't-stay-dead. Which was entirely different. Awesome. Her super power was she could die. Just excellent.

Joshua had done a whole lot of blinking at the news that there was trouble and they were going to be gotten by Dean. But he could tell by her face and the fact that Dean texted again not long after that, it was serious. Joshua had made himself useful, despite a pounding heart, and headed upstairs in a hurry to get her jacket. He grabbed pjs while he was there, and the stuffed bunny on the bed. That was what packing up meant, right? It wasn't like there was much more in the house to take. He thought about calling Sean immediately, but decided to wait until he knew more about what was going on first. If the angel called him, that was different, but ... yeah. There would be too much to explain without any of his own answers just yet. On his hurried way back down the stairs, he lost his footing and ended up sliding down the last five or six, but that was okay. He pushed her stuff at her, making sure he had her eyes before he spoke. "No knives in the kitchen? Baseball bats, anything?" He could at least swing a bat.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" She asked, already trying to look him over to see if he was or not, arms now full of bunny-and-stuffs. "Um...there's prolly a bat in the basement?" she suggested. Which she wasn't even sure it was there. "It'd be little league though...probably not useful." Not that she knew what would be useful right now, since she didn't know what the hell was happening. Somehow, she didn't think anything that would have gotten Dean to tell about her would be anything less than the forces of darkness come to town, and she remembered the bit about the warnings n stuff on the news. Somehow she didn't really figure a little league bat was really going to do a whole lot against the big bad. But then again neither was her bunny, and she was taking that.

He was inclined to agree. A big thick major-league one, maybe, but not something small from Journey's childhood. Going down into the basement would probably waste time, so he didn't bother. "I'm okay, yeah," he said, signing for her at the same time. Not that they'd had lots of reasons to panic together in their relationship, but maybe it helped. It helped him kind of focus, anyway. He'd heard some bits and pieces about the deaths in nearby towns, but had been too highly distracted to gather much detail, and had no idea what the hell they might or might not be facing. Only that it was bad. He was opening his mouth to say something else when lights washed across the front living room window. "I think he's here," he said and signed, noting the jerky stop.

Dean was out of the truck and running for the door before it had really touched to a stop and he absently realised that he'd picked the gun up from the seat as he'd left the vehicle. He took the steps up to the porch in a couple of bounds, not bothering with the whole going round to the back door of it this time as he hammered on the front door.

Lullaby ran over to the door, and flung it open, seeing Dean on the other side of the screen, and like, two seconds later someone else. Someone else with a fucking shotgun. Jesus. Oz. He looked...way scarier than he usually did when she'd seen him. He was always like...smiley and friendly and um yeah. Shotgun. She couldn't help it, her eyes went wide, and she stared. Fear lanced through her. She knew on a calm, intellectual level that of course Dean wasn't going to bring someone around who was going to blow her head off all over the living room walls and her bunny. But that didn't stop the gut, knee jerk reaction that she was caught, seen, when the guy turned his eyes on the door.

"Get moving!" Oz barked, turning back around to try and look everywhere at once, just in case some vamp got ballsy and decided it was a good idea to attack a guy with a shotgun. It had happened before, he was sure.

Totally not thinking about anything having to do with anyone wanting to blow her brains out, Joshua pushed the screen door open with one hand and put the other in Lullaby's lower back. He noted the other guy with a shotgun -- which kind of put him at ease a little, in all honesty -- but couldn't recall who the fuck he was. But that didn't really bear thinking too hard about as he shuffled her out the door with him. He glanced at Dean and assumed there wouldn't be any problem with him coming along wherever they were going. Because yeah, leaving her side right now? Not an option.

Dean nodded. "Come on, let's go," he told them, urgency clear in his tone as he gestured for them to come along with the hand that was holding the gun. He looked round into the night, there was a scream in the distance, the sound of sirens all over the damn place. It was disorientating, confusing. Hell, vampires - he'd never seen a vampire, he wouldn't know what one looked like even if it came out of the night, but he wasn't heading back tot he truck until Thia was safely in front of him. And he didn't even stop to question whether Joshua was coming too.

It was amazingly confusing. Lullaby saw Oz already starting to move for the...truck? She didn't remember them having a truck--and then she was being shuffled out the door, and there was a gun in Dean's hand, and she for some reason stuck on that--even as she kept moving. Thankfully, the sirens and screams were all too low a register for her to pick up, so she was blissfully unaware of that end of things. "Are you armed?" got blurted out as she stumbled down the steps, though she managed not to do something stupid like fall.

Oz, for his part, got back into the truck and dropped it into gear already, leaning over to shove the passenger side door open for the three. He was glad it was just them, otherwise he might be handing the keys to Dean and riding in the back. No way in hell he'd ever let any of them ride back there. But they'd fit. So, they just had to get back. Like, ten minutes ago. He could hear more sirens starting to mix in. Ambulence, firetruck, emergencies all over the fucking place. Which yeah. With what this town was up against right now? It was going to be a long night. Part of him wanted to go find it. Find some vampire and just tear into it, but he knew he couldn't.

Joshua could hear sirens -- not as well as some, but they were there -- but was more focused on getting Lullaby in the truck. Because that was terribly important. His arm tightened on her when she stumbled, but luckily he didn't fall himself, which was always a blessing when it happened. When they got to the open passenger door, he urged her in first, to be next to the guy driving, thinking she should be as squished in the middle of all of them as possible. He climbed in after her, still trying to quell panic in his chest. Moving helped.

Dean was the last in and it was more than a squash, but he managed to pull the door shut behind him. He hadn't even attempted to answer Thia's question - there'd be time for all of that later. When they were safe from everything that had Oz and Sophie so panicking-concerned, that had ripped Billy half to shreds by the looks of things. "We're good - go" he called across the cab to Oz as he slammed his hand down on the button to make sure the door was locked - after all, anything opening this door right now would have them all falling out and so that wasn't going to be happening.

Oz hit the gas the second Dean said, and was barreling back up the street in no time. He took the shotgun that had gotten shoved into his thigh a bit with all the squishing, and he moved it over to lay across the laps of those in the cab. He'd apologize later. He just...didn't know if he'd need it or not. As he got them back onto Lakeshore in stupid and probably dangerously short order, he saw one. It was a blur up ahead, giving chase to someone or something. "Fuck." he hissed. And Oz floored it. He cranked the wheel to the side, dropping them onto the bikepath as he did so, and he ran it the hell over. The truck jumped as he did it, and he figured it probably wouldn't kill it, but it would fuck up it's night something fierce. He cranked the wheel back on track, jumping it back onto the road proper, and he narrowly missed a sign or two, and he didn't really do anything silly like slow down.

Lullaby was stunned. She was trying to keep up. Honest she was. But everything was happening so fast and oh holy fucking shit Oz just ran something over. It had her wide eyed again, until she whipped her head around to stare out the back, seeing it move. Not get up--but move, and then it was too far in the distance for her to see, being the werewolf driving seemed to be going for land speed records.

Joshua saw every tiny detail as they ran one of them over -- because his mind had already clicked in that there was indeed a 'them' -- even through all the jostling. He just tried to hold on, one sneaker braced tight against the back wall under the dashboard, both arms around Lullaby. He wondered in a very distant removed way just how bad Sean was flipping the fuck out right now. He supposedly knew when Joshua was in danger, and this? Not the safest of activities. Even without all the madness around them. He hoped that wherever their destination was, it wasn't that far.

Dean saw the moving figure and had cried out a warning that they were going to hit before he clued into the fact that that thing? Was moving far too fast to be a person. And it was chasing someone. And Oz had actually swerved to hit it. Fuck. He jolted as the truck ran over the form and suddenly all he could think was to hope they hadn't done enough damage to keep on going as he twisted round to look out the back window, pushing Joshua a little to be able to do so. The figure was still, lying on the path, but just as it faded out of sight, Dean could ahve sworn he saw it start to get up. He collapsed back into his original position, staring out of the window ahead of them. "It got back up," he said to everyone and no-one.

Oz's eyes kept ticking to the rearview mirror even after it was out of sight, but then he turned his eyes back to focus on the road ahead. "I know." he said eventually, in answer to Dean. And if the kids weren't with him, he would have stopped the truck and finished it the fuck off, but he couldn't right now, and that part of him that had an overwhelming protective streak hated that. Even though the last time he tussled with a vampire he almost lost an eye entirely, and did lose functionality of it. All he could think to himself was he hoped he'd bought whoever it'd had been chasing enough time, and to him that wasn't quite good enough. But he had to get the kids back. Had to had to had to. Now. The road to the house came up ahead, and he only braked so he didn't roll the truck as he pulled the hard left, drifting them down the steep decline past all the trees, the houses, the insanely rich neighborhood and it didn't take but about half a minute for them to leave those behind. His house was farther out than that, and that had been on purpose. In what seemed like no time though, he'd killed all the road, got to the gravel, and then he was pulling into the drive at the house, slamming on the breaks and pretty much repeating exactly what Billy'd done when he'd pulled in. "Everyone out, inside, now." he said, killing the engine and getting out, grabbing the shotgun while he did it.

As soon as Dean had the door open and was out, Joshua followed suit, not letting go of his girlfriend. He threw a quick thanks up to whatever powers that were that he didn't end up on his face in the rush, because that was the last thing they needed right now. Once Lu was out and had her feet, he grabbed the bag out of the floorboards and headed with the rest of them to the house. Whatever house it was. Didn't matter, he was in full agreement that they needed to be the fuck inside.

Sophie was at the door the moment that she heard the car pull up - she'd got Billy basically patched up as well as she could and though she knew he should go to the hospital, she wasn't even going to suggest it until the sun was up. No way, no how - nobody went outside these walls until dawn. Well, apparently nobody except her husband and her cousin who'd gone running off, leaving her terrified about what was going to happen to them. And so she's been listening for the truck and wrenched the door open the moment she heard it.

Dean had stumbled out of the truck, though fallen might have been a better word as he opened the door, he swung himself round mid-fall using the door frame and landed, immediately looking up and round, for danger and to make sure that people were getting to the house okay. He wasn't leaving until last again, he just couldn't.

Lullaby still had her things in her arms, though Joshua grabbed the bag so that was a plus, and then she was being herded towards the house. She was so thrown it was hard to do much but move along, trying not to trip over her own feet. That fear thing was back when she saw Sophie on the porch, and it almost had her shrinking back.

Oz for his part looked over at Dean. "Move. Inside." he said, not moving ahead of the kid, and he turned to walk backwards, eyes combing the darkness on their rather stupidly large lot, thinking to himself that a gigantic fuckoff stone wall? Would be good around now.

She wouldn't have gotten very far anyway, because Joshua was right behind her. Not that he was exactly pushing, but getting into the house seemed to be the first priority. Knowing that the thing they'd creamed in the truck had gotten back up? Just encouraged that idea. It seemed that the instant he'd walked through the threshold, the phone in his pocket started to ring and vibrate. He knew who it was before he even had it out of his pocket. Moving out of the way of the door and turning to make sure everybody else got in okay too, Joshua flipped the phone open and put it to his ear. "Sean," he said first, hoping he sounded alive and put-together enough to avoid a total freak-out.

"Where the fuck are you and what just happened?" Sean demanded, cutting through the crap, already half way out of the door. If he didn't get an answer and get one straight away, then they'd be having this conversation while he flew and that would just be hard, what with the sound and all. Or Sean would just dump the phone and track the guy down, but he felt it - he'd been in danger. Which made him so very much easier to find. And no, that really wasn't a good thing.

"Um," Joshua said helpfully, looking around. No, he really didn't know where he was. "Second part, fucked if I know, but the town's goin' to hell. First part ... ? Safe? In a house with Dean and some people -- ... excuse me, where are we?" he asked Sophie, since she was nearby, moving the phone away from his mouth for a moment. Which was probably a retarded question, but it was all he could really think to do.

Sophie started to rattle off the address, but Sean shook his head. "Don't bother - I'll find you, I'm on my way," he told Joshua, before hanging up the phone and pushing it into his pocket before taking to the sky. Really, he preferred it when he couldn't find Joshua - at least then he could be sure that the guy didn't bloody well need him. Right now? Right now he doubted he'd have a problem, 'safe in a house' or not.

She was grateful that Joshua kept her moving, even if it wasn't in a pushing sort of way, it still got her where she needed to be. If he hadn't been there, she wasn't at all sure what she might have done. Lullaby hung by the door but not in the way, looking out the window next to it to watch Dean heading up and behind him Oz. She was pretty fairly well freaked, really. She really probably needed to start processing information, and oh...around now would be good. Seriously. She heard Joshua on the phone, and oh hey, Sean. Yes. He'd have to know Joshua was okay. God, was he going to show up? Could she hide now? But Sophie had seen her as well. And would know who she was and Sean would and things were going to hell, at an alarming rate. There were guns. Dean had a gun. She'd had a shotgun on her lap. She didn't know if she wanted to sink down onto the floor where she was, or find some shadow to sink into. To disappear entirely. No, fuck you, Lullaby, stop it. You're stronger than this. It'll be okay. You can...you can talk to people. And maybe no one'll wanna kill you. They came to get you, right? Oz and Dean did, so they could talk to Sophie, right? And Joshua will talk to Sean before he sees me. And people will understand. Sean's an angel, right? He should...know things like this happen? Only they don't. Not really. And you still might be something awful. Evil. God, she hoped people could talk to Sean. She really didn't think her dying on Joshua again was a good idea. Or on anyone else for that matter. Dean said they had ghosts over for dinner. Oz is a werewolf. There was something else too. Maybe they'll understand. Though she was a lot more worried about Sean showing up and smiting her down like a dark evil thing than anyone else's disapproval.

She'd liked him, too. She shook herself a little bit again, starting to try and focus on what was going on around her, trying to filter the sounds she was hearing through. There was something terrible going on. She almost immediately reached for her phone, to text people, to check that they were okay, and she even pushed the button to get to her phonebook--to find it only had Joshua and Dean in it. Isaac, Charlotte...everyone else wasn't added in. What with her not being able to contact them in any sane, rational manner. She shut her eyes and thunked her head back against the wall behind her, sometime she'd leaned against it, and didn't remember when.

"Okay," Joshua said belatedly and hung up the phone even though Sean was already gone. He turned and looked at Lullaby, and felt his stomach clench and knot up real fucking quick. In the midst of all the chaos, her concern became his concern, because if there was a bad environment to break the news to Sean that his girlfriend was back from the dead and wouldn't stay that way ever again? This was it. "Sean's coming," he told her quietly. She didn't look good. He pulled her off the wall and into a hug, kissing the side of her head, eyes moving to Dean as he did so. Then moved back so she could read him. "Can you go upstairs or somewhere with Dean?" he asked, eyes absolutely serious. "I dunno how fast he is, and ... I'll handle it when he gets here, but it'll probably be better ..." if you're not standing there when he arrives.

Lullaby nodded. "Yes. Um. I..." she didn't want to say 'be careful', because he was going to be talking to his guardian fucking angel. If there was anyone in the world Joshua was not in danger from, it was Sean. "Good luck." she said instead, giving him another squeeze, before she looked back to Dean, sort of waiting to be brought off....wherever.

That worked - that worked because Dean had been half way to dragging Thia upstairs anyway. After all, he had no idea how any of the other people in the house would react to her and he wanted her away from them until he'd had a chance to explain. He was running fully on automatic now, moving through a list of Things To Be Done. And the next on that list was Get Thia Somewhere Safe. Which meant his room and he started bundling her upstairs.