Today's prompt comes from oooPennywiseooo who requested "My idea is that the vamps that got away in Dead Man's Blood, come back for revenge."

I have never written a fic with vamps in it before so this one was a little hard for me but one vamp revenge coming right up- I hope you enjoy, and please review! Make sure to leave a prompt if you want a story- first come first serve basis.

Lighting the candle and placing it by his photo, she stood.

"Goodbye baby"

"Kate, we caught their scent"

Whipping around to face Elise, Kate smiled. This was the moment she was waiting for. Luther deserved to be avenged, and those damn Winchester's better be scared.

"Vamps are real. I still can't believe it" Dean took a swig of his beer before looking up at his brother.

Sam laughed, "Yeah definitely a surprise. But we have more important things to worry about Dean. Now that we have the Colt we need to find the demon that killed Mom and Jess."

"Sammy, Dad is back at the motel right now doing research. Can't we just appreciate our win for a second?"

Sam sighed and went back to his laptop, while Dean moved his attention to the blonde that just walked in.

"I think I got a lead on a wendigo, boys," John said as Sam and Dean walked into the motel room.

"I thought we were going after the demon?" Sam accused.

"We are Sam, but these things take time. Right now, we have no leads on it, so we may as well save some lives while we wait."

Dean rolled his eyes as he shrugged off his jacket, it was kind of exhausting being around these two on the thing that killed Mom and Jess."

"Whatever" Sam said in defeat and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Why couldn't his brother and dad understand? He needed to find Jess's killer. He needed revenge. He was starting to scare himself. All his thoughts were consumed with rage and sorrow. Maybe the nightmares would finally end if he brought her justice.

Placing his head in his hands he sighed, time to put on a smile and be a good soldier for now. Standing up, Sam flushed the toilet to make it seem like he had gone to the bathroom.

"We got about a six-hour drive to the hunt, its over in Grand Marias, MN. The usual scene, couple hikers went missing and still haven't been found. If we leave now, we can make it by sunup" John began putting his jacket on.

Dean grabbed the fish shaped key off the check-in counter. Walking out to the lot to grab their bags he motioned to Sam, "were in room fishty"

Sam frowned.

"Get it? Instead of fifty, it's fish-ty. Ya know? Cause of the fish?" Holding up the fish shaped key, Dean laughed to himself. Well, he thought it was funny…

The three hunters walked silently through the Minnesota northern woods, there hadn't been an attack in over a week so tracking this nasty sonuvabitch was proving harder than they liked.

As if on cue, Dean signaled his dad and brother down.

"Got a track to follow, went NE."

"Good job Dean, Sam I want you to head in that direction" John pointed East. "While Dean and I go in the direction of the print. This was we can surround him."

"Do you really think it's best if we split up dad?" Dean wasn't normally one to question his fathers' orders, but he never liked the idea of Sam going off on his own.

"Were an easier target if we're all right next to each other, Sam, go."

With that Sam turned and headed away from his family.

He felt the hair on the back of his neck raise before anything else. Turning his head to the side, he listened. Remaining still, he paused. Waiting for something to come out. He could feel he was being watched.

Kate watched Sam break off from his family, she had told her fellow nest to leave this kill to her. So here she was silently following the family into the woods, waiting for her moment to take what matters most to John, just like he had done to her.

Sam turned around to continue walking and came face to face with Kate.

He knew this meant trouble. It had only been a few weeks since they killed her mate, he couldn't say he was all too surprised to be seeing her as he knew this moment would come.

"Kate" he sighed her name.

"Hey Sammy"

For a minute all they did was stare at each other.

In a weird way, Sam understood. She wanted revenge for them killing her mate. Just as he did for Jess's death. Although, he knows realized he only had his small knife, a flare gun and a shotgun on him. No machete.

Glancing around for any sign of Dean or his dad, Kate spoke, "Looking for your family? You won't find them. I waited till you were far enough away. Wouldn't want my fun spoiled, now would we?"

Slowly Sam began gripping the knife he kept at his waist, it wouldn't do much, but it would buy him some time. The moment Kate turned her head to motion that there was no one around, Sam striked.

Sam dug the knife into Kate's neck, but it wasn't enough. Before he could form a thought, he was slamming against a tree. Falling to the ground with an audible umph Sam looked up at Kate.

"Nice try, but you aren't getting out of this one." She slowly pulled the knife out of her neck and wiped her blood off on her jeans.

Sam did his best to get back up but his lungs were struggling to take in a breath after his meeting with the tree.

Kate bent down and grabbed Sam by the neck forcing him into a standing position. "You took everything from me. You killed Luther. And now I want your daddy to feel that same pain."

Taking the freshly cleaned knife, she held it in front of Sam's eye. "This is going to make me happy"

Kate pressed the tip of the knife into his cheek, drawing a cut downward until she met his jawline. Blood flowed freely. Pausing to relish in the smell, she looked her victim in the eye before licking the blood off his cheek.

"Damn, you taste good."

Sam disgusted with the sight of his blood lining the lips of a vamp, turned his head. His feet were now dangling a few inches off the ground while she held him against the tree. His vision was beginning to blur, it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

Noticing her victim was about to pass out, Kate released Sam abruptly. Watching him fall to the ground, "yeah I'm definitely not letting you die that easy."

Sam's mind wasn't cooperating, nearly being strangled would do that to you. As he tried to make his mind think of a way out of getting killed, he vaguely began hearing Kate talk again but couldn't focus on her words.

Crouching down to be eye level with Sam she once again showed him the knife, "this is for Luther" she spit as she plunged the knife into Sam's stomach. Sam gritted his teeth in pain, and just as he was able to breathe again, he felt the knife stabbing him again.

Three times.

Three times, Sam felt the cool metal tear through his skin.

Three times, he thought that would be the last strike that finally killed him.

Now here he lays on the forest grounds, knowing he's gonna die.

His vision is swarming, he's cold, and he doesn't even want to think about all the blood that now litters the forest underneath him. Closing his eyes his last thought is of Dean.

"I don't know Dad; I'm starting to worry. You sure you didn't hear Sam yell?"

"Dean, I didn't hear anything. Your mind is playing tricks on you cause you're worried bout your brother. Now focus, Dean. We have a hunt to do."

Resigning, Dean went to continue walking when he saw movement at his 5'o clock. Whipping around with his gun aimed, he was stunned at what he saw.

"Kate?"

"In the flesh."

John knew this was trouble. Much like hunters, vampires never let someone go when their mates get killed. She had come back for him. "Look, Kate, you want me so let my boys go on with their lives and you got me." He immediately began bargaining.

Laughter filled the silence of the forest. "I don't want you! I want you to feel the pain you caused me when you took away my only reason for living"

With that statement John spared a glance at Dean, suddenly realizing what her intentions were. Stepping slightly in front of Dean, John looked at Kate, "I can't let you do that"

"Well, too late. He's already dying"

Sam.

Dean came to the same conclusion with his father and began frantically whipping his head around looking for any sign of his baby brother. John turned towards his son, "Go, Dean. Now. Find Sam, Ill handle her"

Dean didn't need to be told twice as he ran in the direction, he last saw Sam.

Dean cursed at his brother. Dammit Sammy, why did you have to hide your tracks well?

Pausing, Dean stilled. Listening to the noises around him for a clue, anything that would lead him to his brother.

He could hear the leaves on the branches rustling in the breeze, the occasional bird chirping and what was that?

Wheezing. Someone struggling to breathe. Dean took off in that direction only to see the shape of his brother on the ground a few yards away. Skidding to a halt on his knees, Dean took in his brothers' condition.

"Sammy? Sammy time to wake up now, lazy" Dean held his brothers head in his hands as he gently tried to coax him awake. His brothers lack response was scaring him, couple that with the fact that he was literally kneeling in his brother's blood Dean felt his world was spinning.

Lifting a shaky hand to his neck to feel for a pulse, Dean held it there silently praying for something. There. Faint and slow but there.

"Come on Sam, I need you to rise and shine man. Open those eyes for me." Dean pressed his knuckles to his brother's sternum and began shaking him slightly, hoping to rouse him.

"D'n?"

"Hey Sammy, you're gonna be fine, I promise"

Dean could see the moment Sam remembered what happened, his eyes shot open, gasping for breath, Sam struggled to sit up, "Dean, Kate! She's here"

Holding his brother down, "calm down Sam. We know, dad is dealing with her now. But I need you to stay still, ok?"

Relaxing back onto the ground, and feeling that sudden adrenaline rush fading, Sam was consumed with pain. Scrunching his face to avoid screaming out as Dean pressed harder into his wounds.

"I know Sammy, I know. I'm a sorry man but we have to try and stop the bleeding." Dean winced in sympathy at the pain he was causing his brother.

"Dean- "

Dean had seen that look before, "No Sam. No last words bullshit. We're making it out of this, together. Just hang on"

"I can't. I can't feel anything anymore, no way that's good." Sam closed his eyes before continuing, "Thanks for coming for me D'n" Sam coughed and to Dean's horror he spit up blood.

"You're my pain in the ass little brother, course' I came." Dean wiped away the tears that were beginning to well. "Dad's gonna be here any minute Sammy, keep talking to me man."

As if on queue his dad came running through the bushes, "Dean?"

"He's bad, dad"

John could see the pain in his eldest eyes, he was scared.

"Dean grab Sammy, were not too far from the car."

Dean Awkwardly picked up his lanky too tall brother and began running back to the Impala with their father.

78 hours.

78 hours, Dean had been cramped in this shitty hospital chair, refusing to leave his brothers side.

"Sir, he's in a coma. It may be best for you to go home. Get some rest, get some food and come back later." The nurse suggested.

"Not gonna happen. I'm not leaving this room till my brother wakes up."

Sighing she returned to checking her patients' vitals. She had and failed at this argument five times now, seems it was a lost cause.

As soon as the nurse left, Dean took his brother's hand in his. "Sam, I need you to wake up man. You're scaring the shit out of me here. Plus, your nurse is really hot, and I wanted to do the respectful thing and give you first dibs since your injured and all." Dean laughed to himself in the empty room.

Returning from the cafeteria, John held out a Styrofoam cup to his son.

"Thanks" Dean accepted the coffee greedily.

"Do you think anyone has reported her body yet?"

John blew on his coffee, "Nah, lot fewer hikers because of the reports lately and even when they do find Kate's body the locals will probably try to link it to the other missing hikers." John explained.

Dean nodded while sipping the sludge this hospital tried to pass off as coffee.

Dean had his head on top of his brother's hospital bed, their hands still intertwined. Dean needed to feel his brother was still here, that he didn't die in that forest.

Dean felt himself falling asleep with the hand he was holding twitched.

"Sammy?" Dean was immediately on alert, looking at Sam's face as if his will alone could make him wake up.

"Sam, can you hear me? Come on sleeping beauty"

Sam's eyes felt like sandpaper when he opened them and holy shit, he was thirsty.

Knowing what his brother needed, Dean, poured a glass of water from the pitcher and held it to his brothers' lips. "Small sips Sammy"

Setting the cup back down, Dean met his brothers' eyes, "Man it's good to see you awake"

"How long was I out?"

"Almost four days"

Suddenly taking in his brothers' appearance, Sam noticed Dean was still wearing the Sam clothes on the day of their hunt. "Dean, have you left the hospital at all man?"

"Nah, your nurse was too hot to leave. Couldn't stop staring" Dean smiled, knowing Sam would see right through it.

"Well, I heard you awake! Welcome back." The woman Sam presumed to be his nurse walked in and introduced herself. "I'm Vicky, your nurse. I'm going to go tell the doctor you are awake, but let me know if you need anything, okay sweetie?"

"Thanks" Sam replied

With that Vicky turned and walked out.

"Really Dean?"

Dean blushed at getting caught in his lie.

"She's old enough to be our grandma" Sam laughed.

Dean met his brothers' eyes, silently telling him what he couldn't say.

"Thanks, Dean. For everything."