A/N: I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE FOR THE WAIT! I meant to get this chapter up before I went on vacation but it wasn't done in time. I am so so sorry. I promise to post more often now that there aren't any conflicts. If you have any requests go right ahead and ask! Again, sorry for the wait!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the supernatural characters. I just own Madison.
I leaned against the Impala, staring out in the dusty roads thinking about how much I hate myself and my life. Dean and Sam have yet to talk to me unless it was orders or to wake me up. If I tried asking them a question they would answer with a head nod or shake, or give me one worded answers if I was lucky. Hunts have been fairly difficult with lack of communication between the three of us. I was honestly surprised that they even allowed me to come on hunts with them. I'm guessing it was only because they didn't want me out of their sights. Dad hasn't called or tried to reach us either—not even to check on his injured daughter. My stitches were out and my bruises were fading. Luckily, my cuts didn't leave scars.
I haven't talked to my brothers about how everything happened, how I was beat up while they looked for Meg, or why all of this was happening. I haven't been given the chance considering they wouldn't even talk to me. It ticked me off that I still have no clue what the demon who hurt me was talking about. How he said that I wasn't even human, I was ruining the plan that apparently Sam and Dean were a part of. They needed me dead for it to work, but why? I was a distraction. However, he did say that I had a negative effect on Sam and Dean while they hunted. Hell, he was even hesitant to kill me cause if I was dead then that would mean Sam and Dean would be stronger hunters. At this point, I believed everything he said to me.
I ran my hand on the back of my neck, my fingers tracing the abnormal scar. I was getting tired of thinking back to the time dad told me it was just a scar from when I fell. Like I said before, scars don't randomly form in crisscross form of a perfect 'X'. I was going to have to research more of it but I don't know what I would find—or even if I would find anything.
I was brought out of my thoughts when I saw someone lean against the car next to me. I brought my hand back to my side, glancing at Sam, and then back to the un-fascinating dirt road. He held out a coffee to me. I took it and gave him a small grin. He nodded. I sighed and asked, "Where's Dean?"
"He had to make a phone call," Sam answered shortly. I looked away, trying to hide my disappointment. He sighed, "Are you okay?" I looked at him, "I mean injury wise?"
I nodded, "Yeah, everything is healing. Well, physically I mean."
He nodded guiltily, "Look, I know the feeling; the feeling where you think everyone is against you," I looked at down at his shoes. He was basically telling me that everyone was against me so that was good. "I get it, believe me. I mean how do you think I felt after I left for college. I thought you all hated me, and maybe you did but-"
"Are you going to tell me it gets better, Sam?" I looked into his eyes, my voice was shaking and I could feel tears fill my eyes. I never cry in front of my brother so Sam's expression didn't surprise me when he noticed how torn up I was, "Because if you are, I'm going to stop you there. Cause nothing about this situation is going to get better." I shook my head, "Not until I'm dead." I took in a shaky breath and moved my head to the other side and quickly wiped away a few stray tears.
Sam stared at me, his mouth open like he wanted to say something but couldn't think of what to say. Before he could say anything that came to mind Dean walked over to car with m&m's and donuts. "Hey Sam did you…" He stopped me he looked from me to Sam back to me and back to Sam. Sam shook his head to Dean as to drop it and walked back to the passenger side. I aggressively opened the back door and got in. I didn't look to the front of the car, afraid that I would make eye contact with one of my brothers and burst into sobs.
I really wanted things to go back to normal. I wanted my older brothers to talk to me again and I wanted them to comfort me and protect me from every evil thing that has come and continues to come my way. I wanted those damn demons to leave me alone. I want to know what I was and why they said I wasn't human. I wanted my dad to come back to his family and tell us where he has been this whole time and hold me tight while telling me everything was going to be okay. I wanted to hear him call me his baby girl again like he did when I was young. All in all I just wanted to be somewhat happy.
I closed my eyes, the scenery was not catching my attention. I fell asleep, hoping that when I woke up I would be more calm and stable.
I walked into the room, my old nursery. The room was pale pink, my crib was still padded in white comforters and there was a family portrait hanging on the wall above the rocking chair. Mom's wavy blonde hair reached below her chest. I reached to touch my hair, it was so similar to my moms. Dean and Sam were so young. They held me in the middle of them. And dad—Dad looked the happiest I have ever seen him. I gently ran my fingers over the picture.
"Madison?" Someone came in the room. I turned around to see my mother, looking the same as she did the night she died. She wore a small smile that gave me complete comfort.
I looked at her in awe, "Mom," I whispered to myself. She walked over to me confused and placed her cold hand on my shoulder, "Oh my god, mom," I pulled her into a hug. She hugged me tightly back. Even though I barely knew her when we were young, I felt awfully close to her, like we had been best friends for years.
"How are you, baby girl?" She pulled away looking deep into my eyes, calling me the same thing dad calls me now. She shook her head, "You know what, don't answer that. I already know."
"Am I-"
"Dreaming?" She finished for me, "Yes, you are." She snapped her fingers and we were outside the burning house. I saw little Dean running out of the house, I was in his harms and he had a grip on little Sammy's arm. Where was my dad? That's when dad came out and grabbed all three of us and ran further away. My mom was still in there. "This is where it all happened." She said quietly to herself.
"Why are you bringing me here?" I asked her quietly, not taking my eyes off the fire.
She glared at the house, "Something did that to me in there," She turned to me, "And you four are so close to finding it; You, Sam, Dean and Dad. You're on it's tail. But you're never going to kill it when you guys are not even talking to each other and fighting. You know if I had time to make a dying wish, it would be that my family would get along all there a life, that my kids would always be close."
I looked down disappointed, "Do you know what it is?" I asked her, ignoring her dying wish. She ignored me and walked slowly back to the house. I ran after her crying out her name, "Mom!" she kept going in through the door, "Mom!" I screamed again. She went into the burning house. I went to follow her but a blast knocked me backwards.
I shot up from the back seat of the Impala, my face coated in sweat and my throat was sore. Sam looked at me with a worried look, Dean kept glancing at me from the rearview mirror, "Are you okay?" Sam asked.
"yeah," I shook my head, "Sorry, it was just a nightmare."
"A nightmare about mom?" I looked at him strangely. How did he know? "You were screaming her name."
I shifted in my seat, "Yeah it felt so real," I said. Should I tell them what it was about? What mom said? That we were really close to finding this thing that killed her? I was told that spirits can communicate through dreams and maybe that's what mom did. Maybe if I told them, they would talk to me. Maybe trust me a little since I told them. I was gonna give it a shot, "We were back in my nursery the night of the fire. And then we were standing outside the house. And it was burning down. She said we were really close to finding this thing—not only dad, but all of us." I saw Dean and Sam share a look. I decided to leave out the dying wish part. Now really wasn't the time for that, "Then she absent-mindedly walked back into the fire. I tried following her and calling her to stop but there was some kind of explosion and then I woke up."
Dean shook his head, "It was probably just a nightmare. You're mind was playing tricks on you."
"Then how did she know that our family was going through immense amount of troubles?"
"It doesn't take a lot to figure that one out, Maddie. A baby could tell that just by looking at us," Dean was getting irritated.
"No, Dean. Not about the case. With each other," I ignored my thoughts earlier about the dying wish, "She said that if she had one dying wish, it would be for us to be close, and that our family would always get along."
"Well with our situation Madds, it kind of hard to be the Brady Bunch," Sam sighed.
I slumped in my seat, defeated. "Where are we going? Do we have a case?"
Sam sighed, "There was a man, Elkins, who was found mauled in his home."
"Elkins?" Dean looked at Sam confused, "I know that name." He looked back to the road and mumbled under his breath, "Elkins, Elkins, Elkins…"
"Sounds like the police don't know what to think. They thought it was maybe some kind of wild animal but now they have signs of a robbery."
When we stopped at a red light, Dean brought out dad's journal, searching for a specific page. When he found it, he handed the journal to Sam, "here, check this out."
I looked over Sam's shoulder. It was a page about some hunter who also went by the name Elkins. "Do you think he could be talking about the same Elkins?" I asked.
"It's a Colorado Area Code," Dean said. I nodded and sat back down. This was going to be a pain is the ass hunt.
We walked silently to Elkin's cabin late at night. Sam handed me his lock picking kit and I got my knees to pick the lock. We walked in, Dean using a torch for light. The room was a mess, papers were thrown all over the place, broken glass glittered the floor, and blood smeared the wall.
"Looks like the maid didn't come today," Dean said, looking around.
Sam walked away, "Hey, there's some salt over here, right besides the door."
Dean found Elkin's journal and I started searching around for something more, "You mean protecting against a demon salt, or 'whoops I just spilled the popcorn' salt?" Dean asked.
"Its clearly a ring," Sam stated, "Do you think this guys was a player?"
"Why don't you just ask Maddie?" Dean glared. I looked up at him not amused.
Sam walked over changing the subject, motioning towards the journal, "that looks a lot like dad's."
"Yep," Dean nodded, "Except this one dates all the way back to the '60's" He handed Sam the journal.
"Whatever attacked him, looks there was more than just one," I said.
"Looks like he put up one hell of a fight too," Dean crouched, getting closer to the floor.
"You got something?" Sam asked.
"I don't know, just some scratches," Dean answered, running his hand over the now engraved floor.
"Death throes, maybe?" I suggested.
Dean grabbed a page from the journal and placed it over the scratches. He rubbed a pencil over it getting an outline. Dean looked at the paper and then back at me, "Or maybe a message," Dean handed the piece of paper to Sam, "Look familiar?"
"Three letters, six digits. The location and combintion of a post office box. It's a mail drop." Sam sighed, "Just like dad."
Dean and Sam left me in the car as they walked into the post office. When they came back, they brought a letter back with them, a letter that stumped all of us. Sam eyed the letters on the envelope, "J.W? John Winchester?"
Dean shrugged, "I don't know. Should we open it?"
There was a knock on Dean's window. Dean reared back in his seat and lifted his closed fist, ready to punch whatever was coming at him. When we looked through the window we saw someone we would never had expected to see in a while. Dad. When Dad saw our shocked faces he smiled and got in the back seat with me.
"Dad?" Sam asked shocked, "What are you doing here? Are you alright?"
Dad nodded, "Yeah, I'm ok. I read the news about Daniel Elkins, I got here as fast as I could. I saw you three at his place."
"Why didn't you come in, dad?" I asked him softly. I tried to pick the right words as to not piss him off.
"You know why. Because I had to make sure you weren't followed...by anyone or anything. Nice job covering your tracks by the way."
Dean sat up straighter looking prouder, "Well thanks, we learn from the best." I rolled my eyes. What a kiss ass.
"Wait, you came all this way out here for this Elkins guy?"
Dad nodded sadly, "Yeah, Elkins…Elkins was a good guy. He taught me a lot about hunting."
"You never mentioned him to us," I said looking at him curiously.
"We had a…kind of falling out," Dad looked at the envelope, "I should look at that." He opened the envelope and read aloud, " 'If you're reading this, I'm already dead'…that son of a bitch."
"What is it?" Dean turned around to face dad.
"He had it the whole time," Dean mumbled.
"Had what?" I asked.
"When you searched the place, did you see a gun? A revolver? It's real antique looking."
"There was an old case," I said, "But it was empty. Dad what is it?"
"They have it." My dad stated
"You mean whatever killed Elkins?" Dean questioned
"If Elkins was telling the truth, we have got to find this gun."
"The gun, why?" Sam asked.
"Because it's important that's why" My dad was starting to get aggravated by all these questions but could you blame us? My dad was really blunt with these kind of things and it was starting to get to all of us.
"Dad, we don't even know what these things are yet," Sam shook his head.
"They're what Daniel Elkins killed best—vampires." My dad answered in all seriousness.
"Vampires?" Dean looked confused, "I thought there was no such thing?"
"You never mentioned them dad," Sam said.
"I thought they were extinct. I thought Elkins and them wiped them all out. I was wrong." He glanced at me and then my brothers, "Most vampire law is crap. A cross won't repel them, sunlight won't kill them and neither will a stake to the heart. But the bloodlust, that's true. They need fresh human blood to survive. They were once people, so you won't know it's a vampire until it's too late."
"So what do we do now?" I asked.
"Did you guys get a room yet?" My dad asked. We shook our head. "Alright, we you boys get us one. Madison and I will meet you there." I looked at my brothers shocked/sadly when my dad got out of the car. Did they tell my dad what I did? Or did he just want me to come because I was a better choice as a car partner than Sam or Dean. "Madison." I got out of the car and followed and sat myself in the passenger side of his truck.
He let Dean leave the way and we followed a little further behind. "So," dad started speaking, "Wanna tell me how that demon got into your room the other day?" He was stern and I knew where this was going.
"Dad," I sighed.
"No, Madison, this is serious. You salt the entire outline of every room you three get. I thought I made that clear the day I let you hunt for the first time." I stayed quiet, not wanting to piss him off even more, "We're getting close, okay? We need to be even more careful than we ever have been. The closer we get, the angrier it gets." I nodded. "Where were your brothers?"
"What?" I looked at him confused.
"When they saw that body in the motel room they looked like it had two heads. They didn't know it was there until I pointed it out so you tell me right now where they were when this thing came after you." My dad was so serious. Ever since mom died, dad felt more protective of me than my brothers because I was his little girl and only girl to take care of. He also made sure that my brothers felt the same way so that whenever he was gone for days and they would watch me, they would make sure I was safe just as much as he would.
"They went hunting for this other demon," I answered truthfully but decided to bend it a little, "This one was more dangerous than the ones we have fought before. They thought I should stay back cause they didn't want anything to happen to me."
"And you didn't fight to go?" My dad smirked. That was a good sign, "Last time I saw you, you never back down from a fight."
"Oh I tried," I smirked back. "But they were persistent. They told me to make sure all the windows and walls were salted. I must have forgotten. It was my fault not there's."
My dad nodded and pulled over, "You promise you're telling me everything." I looked at him. He looked at me seriously but I saw his eyes starting to get glossy.
"Dad?" I questioned. I have never seen my dad like this.
"No, Madison. Answer me!" He slammed his hand on the steering wheel in frustration. I winced. He must have noticed how he was acting and how much he was scaring me right now. He sighed and leaned back in his seat, "I'm sorry baby girl. I just need to know you're safe."
"I'm safe, dad. I'm with my family and trust me, they don't let me out of their sight," I grinned. He gave a small smile back. "We're more worried about you than you could be with all three of us."
Dad nodded and started the car again. The rest of the way to the motel was silent. When we got to the room, Sam and Dean were on both beds, sleeping. There soft snores created a comforting sense. My dad looked at me and I smiled, "They haven't really slept much lately. You know, a lot going on."
I must have fallen asleep with my head in my arms, laying on the table cause that's the position I was in when my dad woke me up urgently. I groggily sat up. "Dean, Sam, let's go."
"Hm," Dean sat up groggily as well.
"I picked up a police call," my dad explained.
"What happened?" Sam asked fully awake now.
"There was a couple who called in, said there was a body. Cops got there and everyone was missing. It was a vampire."
"How do you know?" Sam questioned
Dad started leaving, "Just follow me okay?"
Sam walked across the room, shrugging his jacket on. Dean smiled to himself, "Hm, vampire's get's funnier every time."
I went in the Impala with Sam and Dean and we followed dad. "Why didn't you tell him?" I asked them. Neither of them said anything. They glanced at each other but ignored me. I sighed, "Well I told him that you guys didn't want me hunting Meg so I stayed behind."
"So you lied," Dean said rather rudely.
"Yeah, I guess I did" I glared, "only to save all our asses. He seemed pretty pissed that you guys left me alone."
"You didn't give us a choice!" Dean yelled.
"Hey!" Sam yelled looking at both of us. "I get it were mad at each other right now, but for our sake and dad's I suggest you two knock it off or we're all screwed." Sam demanded.
I rolled my eyes and slumped in my seat. Dean focused his attention on the road and when Sam began to think we agreed he sulked, looking out the window. "Oh, don't tell me it's starting again," Dean shook his head.
"What's starting?" Sam looked at him.
Dean parked the car a few feet from the crime scene. Before Dean could answer, dad knocked on the window. We all got out trying to look like we weren't just fighting.
"What you got?" Dean asked.
"It was them alright," Dad nodded, "Looks like they're heading west. We'll have to double back to get around the detour."
"How can you be so sure?" Sam asked.
"Sam…" Dean warned.
Sam turned sharply to Dean, "I just want to know we're going in the right direction."
"We are." My dad said bluntly.
"How do you know?" Sam continued.
"I found this," Dad held something up and handed it over to Dean.
"A vampire gang?" I tilted my head, looking at it in confusion.
"Not fangs, teeth. The second set descends when they attack," Dad answered, he looked to Sam, "Anymore questions?" Sam looked away and stayed silent, "Alright let's get out of here, we're losing daylight. Madison, you're with me."
"Thank god," I heard Dean mumble.
Dad turned to Dean. I thought he heard it too until he said, "Hey Dean why don't you touch up your car before you get rust? I wouldn't have given you the damn thing if I thought you were going to ruin it." I smirked and hopped in the passenger seat of dad's truck
"So, how is school going?" Dad glanced to me and back to the road.
"I haven't really been there since Sam and Dean came back-"
"Came back?" Dad looked at me. Shit I wasn't supposed to say that. Of course I was mad at Dean and annoyed that Sammy kept questioning my dad. And hell, they were still really upset with me and I still really hate myself, but if dad knew Dean left me alone for so long, dad would kill him.
"I mean Sam," I tried to cover. "When Sam came back from Stanford, we started hunting together again. And with all the traveling I haven't really thought about school."
Dad nodded, "What about boys?"
I shook my head, "No boys. All hunt."
Dad snorted, "yeah right," I smiled and playfully pushed him. "But seriously,"
"I am serious," I continued smiling, "Besides with the job, boys are hard to fit in to my schedule."
"Good. I don't need no good son of a bitch breaking my daughter's heart. And if that does happen you let me know, okay? I'll beat him. I'll pull out the guns."
I shook my head, "Whatever." I was getting dark and I was wondering what my dad's plan was. I sighed and tried to make this more serious, "Dad, there is something I want to talk to you about," he turned to me concerned. "The scar on the back of my neck," My dad sighed, "I know I didn't get that from falling."
My dad sighed, "Baby girl, I don't know what to tell you. I have no idea where that scar came from," I rolled my eyes, "Hey don't roll your eyes at me."
"Then why did you tell me I fell? Why couldn't you tell me that you didn't know."
"Because I'm afraid of what it might be," My dad said shakily. He ran his hand over his face. I looked at him confused.
"What?"
"When you were young, you would complain about it. It was hurt and sting. When I looked at it, it was glowing." He sighed, "I'm sorry Madison, I have no idea what it is. But I'm getting close. I have come close to some answers."
"Like what?"
"I cant tell you. Not till Im sure."
"So is there something wrong with me?" I asked, frantic. He shook his head like he didn't know. "Do Sam and Dean know?"
"No." he whispered and handed me his phone. "Call Dean and tell him to get off at the next exit."
I reluctantly took the phone and dialed Dean's number. He picked up on the first ring, "yeah?"
"Get off at the next exit," I instructed
"Is that what dad said?"
"Of course it's what dad said," I scoffed. "He thinks we got the vampire's trail." I hung up and gave the phone back to my dad.
Before either of us could say anything else, the Impala swerved in front of our car, "Dad!" I cried. He held out his arm and held me back, just in case of any collision I wouldn't go through the windshield . When both cars came to a stop, Dad boomed out of the car and towards Sam who was walking angrily at him.
I got out of the car and followed them. So did Dean. "What the hell was that? Your little sister could have gotten hurt," Dad pointed to me.
"Oh I'm sure she could handle it," Dean glared me.
I glared right back, "bite me," I crossed my arms.
Sam and Dad ignored us, "We need to talk," Sam demanded.
"About what?"
"About everything," Sam yelled, "Where we're going and why this job is so important!"
"Sammy come on," Dean tried pushing him back, "We can Q and A after we kill the vampires."
"You're brother's right we don't have time for this," Dad said.
" Last time we saw you you said it was too dangerous for us to be together. Now out of the blue you need our help." Sam yelled, "Obviously something big is going down and we wanna know what."
"Get back in the car," Dad said shortly.
"No," Sam stood his ground
"I said get back in that damn car," Dad took another step closer.
"Yeah. And I said no"
Dean hovered over to Sam, "Alright, you made your point tough guy. Look, we're all tried we can talk about this later." Sam didn't move, "Come on, Sammy. I mean it." Dean grabbed Sam and pushed him towards the car. Sam went but was still staring at dad.
Dad and I were making our way back when we heard Sam mumble, "this is why I left in the first place."
That got dad's blood boiling, "What was that?"
Sam swung back, "You heard me."
"Yeah you left," Dad pointed, "Your brother, sister, and me—we needed you! You walked away!"
"Sam.." Dean warned
"You were the one that said don't come back! You close that door, dad. Not me!" Sam yelled, "You were just mad you couldn't control me anymore!"
Dean ran over and forced them apart, "Listen, stop it stop it! That's enough!" Sam and dad continued to stare at each other. This was what it was like before Sam left to college. When I was younger I used to be afraid of it. I was afraid that my family was falling apart all over again. I would hide in my room as if it would make everything go away. Now I was watching it. I never realized how bad it was. I just watched intently. Dean turned to dad, "that means you too.''
Sam trudged back to the Impala and dad to his trunk. Dean looked into the night sky and mumbled, "Terrific," really sarcastically. I scoffed and made my way back over to my father.
An hour later, we were all huddled together as a family in some kind of forest spying on the vampires in their nests. "Son of a bitch," Dean shook his head, "So they're really not scared of sunlight?"
"Direct sunlight hurts them like a nasty sunburn. The only way to kill 'em is by beheading. And yeah, they sleep during the day, doesn't mean they won't wake up." Dad explained.
"I guess walking into is not our best option," Dean said
"I personally think Dean should be bait," I raised my hand up as if we were voting. Dean glared at me, "you know since he think walking straight in is our best option." Sam shook his head in annoyance.
Dad shrugged, "Actually, that's the plan."
Dean looked at me like a cocky bastard. I glared at him, "I'm still using you as bait."
We went back to the Impala to get any kind of weapons that we may need. Dad walked to truck and pulled out an automatic hidden compartment that slid from the back of his truck. Dean looked over, "Dad, I've got an extra machete if you need one."
John smiled and unveiled a massive shiny serrated edge machete from a leather holder. I look to dad impressed. "I think I'm okay, thanks"
Dean walked over checking it out, "Wow"
Sam and I followed. My dad sighed, "So you really want to know about this cult?"
"Yes, sir" Sam answered. I always hated calling my dad sir so whenever I could get away with it, I wouldn't.
"Back in 1835, when Halley's comet was overhead, the Same night those men died at the Alamo. They say Samuel Colt made a gun. A special gun. He made it for a hunter, a man like us only on horseback. Story goes he made thirteen bullets, and this hunter used the gun half a dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. And somehow Daniel got his hands on it." Dad paused, "They say…they say this gun can kill anything."
"Kill anything? Like supernatural anything?" Dean questioned.
"Like the demon," Sam stated
"Yeah, like the demon. Ever since I picked up it's trail I've been looking for a way to desTroy that thing. Find the gun, we may have it." Dad said.
We cautiously stepped through the woods and into the vamp's nest. "Madison, you stay by my side. Don't leave my sight. Sam, Dean, you boys stick together." Dad whispered. "Now, go."
Dad and I slung ourselves through the barn window. We surveyed the room, the vamps were sleeping in hammocks and all was quiet. Dad and I looked through the stalls for anything that could remotely look like a gun. I walked into some other part of the room where a man and woman were asleep in each other's arms. Besides them was the gun, that hung there in a holster. I waved my dad over and pointed to the gun. He patted my back and swiftly walked silently over there. The man turned over in his sleep but didn't seem to wake up.
Suddenly there was a noise. An un earthly scream. I looked back to my dad wide eyed. The man and the woman awake and spot me and my dad. The man grabbed my dad and pinned him against the wall. Dad found a rock and hurled it towards the window. The sunlight shown through, blinding the vampires. I stood there fear stricken. "Get out of here! Go!"
I hopped out the window and sprinted for my life. I heard someone follow me but I couldn't run any faster. I looked back to see someone flinging themselves at me. I fell to dirty and rocky ground. I struggled to the vampire away from me. It was a man, African American with outstanding white teeth and well—fangs. He brought his mouth closer to my neck. I couldn't get him off of me. He was too strong. "Dad!" I screamed, "Dean! Sam!"
I heard more footsteps and felt a swoosh of air hit my face. I wasn't struggling anymore. The guy above me didn't have a head anymore. Blood from his neck dripped onto my white shirt. I looked up to see Dean with his big knife. He helped me up and we ran back to where Sam and Dad were. "Thank you" I whispered to Dean gratefully. He nodded.
"Where were you?" Dad looked at us concerned
"A vampire got her. I killed it before it could do anything," Dean explained. I nodded motioning to the blood on my shirt.
"It's not mine." I said.
"No one else will follow. Not till tonight, anyway. Once a vampire has your scent, it's for life." Dad explained.
"Well what the hell do we do now?" Dean demanded.
"You got to find the nearest funeral home, that's what."
My brothers and I looked at each other confused and then back to my dad for explanation. He told us about dead man's blood and how it can be used as an acid against vampires. It can't kill them but it can knock them out depending on how much we use. Dad was planning on using it against them tonight.
Sam stayed back with my dad while Dean and I hurried to get the dead man's blood. Dean distracted the guy at the desk as I sneaked into the back with the needle and a jar. I looked at the poor dead man's body before pinching the needle into his forearm and sucking the blood out. I disposed of it in a jar and quickly snuck out of there before anyone saw me. I nodded to Dean as I came out the back door and towards the exit. Dean smiled at the confused man and followed me out.
"That was the grossest thing ever. Don't make me do that ever again," I gagged and placed the jar of blood in between Dean and I. Dean didn't say anything. He stared ahead at the road. I sighed and decided not to bother him. Dean was never one to talk about problems and I could tell right now he had a bunch; the demons and me, sam and dad, and dad in general. Plus the worry that dad might be getting close to the thing that killed mom.
When we went into the motel room, Sam and dad were smiling as if they were having a nice conversation. Dean barely noticed as we brushed past me and sat on the bed, "They have serious security to protect a bunch of dead guys."
"Did you get it?" Dad turned to him. Dean handed him the jar. Dad nodded, "You know what to do."
I lay on my stomach, my arrow pointed in Dean's direction ready to fire. I lay next to Sam on a high hill waiting for someone to appear. Dad was hiding somewhere closer to Dean just in case anything was to go wrong.
"I really hope this works," I muffled, shifting to get more comfortable.
Sam shushed me, "Vampires have great hearing you might give us away." I rolled my eyes but decided not to argue, thinking I was in enough trouble as it is with my brothers.
Not a minute later, a girl I recognized from the nest strutted over to Dean. I saw Dean pull on his cocky smirk. I laughed to myself; even Dean found himself in flirty situations involving vampires. Then, all of a sudden, the girl backhands Dean and lifts him up in the air by his face. Then she lowered him down and started kissing him. The grip on my crossbow tightened even more than it had when I first saw her appear. Sam sighed. Another vampire appeared and stood to watch. Dean smiled, said something to them, and then quickly nodded our way. I pulled the trigger on the one who was randomly watching, Sam aimed at the main girl.
Sam nodded towards me and motioned for me to follow him, "Nice shot," He said. I thanked him and followed him to the road where my family stood and so did a limp woman formally known as Kate in Dean's arm, and the one I shot lying unconscious on the ground.
Dad turned to Dean, "Load her up," Then dad gestured to the one on the ground, "I'll take care of this one." We nodded and followed Dean to his car.
Later that night, we built a campfire and tossed Saffron, skunk's cabbage, and trillium in it to block our scents. "Stuff stinks," Dean grimaced.
"That's the idea," Dad nodded, "Brush the ashes on your clothes and you'll stand a chance of not being detected."
"You sure they'll come after her?" Sam asked, motioning towards Kate who was still knocked out in the car.
"Yeah. Vampires mate for life. She means more to the leader than the gun. But the blood sickness is going to wear off soon, so you don't have a lot of time." Dad answered.
"A half hour outta' do it" I said.
"And then I want you out of the area as fast as you can"
My brothers and I glanced at each other and back to dad. "But.." Sam started
Dean cut him off, "Dad you can't fight off all of them alone."
"I'll have her and the colt." Dad fought.
"But after. We're gonna meet up right? Use the gun together, right?" Sam begged. There was a long pause and I only knew what was to come. I stepped closer to Dean as if it was somewhat comforting. Sam nodded, annoyed, "You're leaving again aren't you. You still want to go after the demon alone. You know I don't get you. You can't treat us like this!"
"Like what?"
"Like children!"
"You are my children! I'm trying to keep you safe" Dad pointed
"Dad, all due respect, that's a bunch of crap," Dean spoke up. I looked at him wide eyes. So did Sam and Dad. Dean was never one to go against dad or verbally disagree with him. We were all shocked.
"Excuse me?" Dad took a step forward.
"You know what Sammy, Maddie and I have been hunting. Hell you sent us on a few hunting trips yourself. You can't be that worried about keeping us safe."
Dad shook his head, "It's not the same thing, Dean."
"Then what is it? Why do you want us out of the big fight?" Dean pestered, his volume growing louder with each word.
I had never seen this happen and I was too shocked to speak up and take my brothers' sides. I knew my dad was going to get himself killed if he fought this battle by himself. I just didn't know how to tell him that.
"This demon? It's a bad son of a bitch. I can't make the Same moves if I'm worried about keeping you alive."
"You mean you can't be as wreckless," I crossed my arms finally deciding enough was enough. We had a vampire in the car right now, and we were absent-mindedly waiting for her pack to show up and right now we are having a family argument that can wait.
Dad looked at me and sighed. He faltered with his words, "Look...I don't expect to make it out of this fight in one piece. Your mother's death, it almost killed me. I can't watch my children die too, I won't."
"What happens if you die? Dad what happens if you die and we coulda done something about it. You know I been thinking. I ...maybe Sammy's right about this one. We should do this together."Dean said. Sam nodded, "we're stronger as a family dad. We just are. You know it."
Right as I thought we were getting somewhere, Dad shook his head, "We're running out of time. You do your job and you get out of the area. That's an order."
Dean, Sam and I went back to the vampire nest. We snuck in but made a little bit of noise. The vampire, drunk off his ass, walked to the barn doors to see if anything was there. When he saw nothing, he turned around to be faced with Dean. Dean smirked, "Told you I'd be back," He picked up his machete and shot across his neck. The vamp's head fell off in the process. Dean nodded towards me and we started breaking the hinges.
After we finished cleaning out the nest, we hid behind the trees where we had a clear view of dad. We weren't supposed to be here right now. Dad told us to leave after we had done our job but one thing that my brothers and I could agree on right now—our job wasn't done just yet. We got there just in time too. Dad was in trouble and was getting his ass beat by the vampires. I guess the main dude didn't like what he was doing to his little girlfriend. Dad fell unconscious on the ground. The guy, Luther, was approaching dad when Sam fired an arrow at a different vamp. We ran towards all of them. Dean shot fire at another vampire. I shot at a woman vampire. Luther back handed Sam and I turned towards him, the crossbow triggered to shoot. He grabbed me with incredible force and whipped his arm around my neck. I felt the cold silver of a knife pressed against my neck. I was growing more worried by the second. If they drew any blood then I'll become their dinner.
Dean towards Luther, ready to shoot. "Don't!" Luther yelled, "I'll break her neck! Put the gun down." He turned to Sam so he would do the same thing. They didn't do anything at first. His arm got tighter, completely cutting off my air supply. My nails dug into his skin as I tried to pry away, his grip only seemed to tighten. Dean and Sam immediately dropped their weapons.
"You people," Luther seethed, " You cant leave us alone, we have as much a right to live as you do."
I squeezed my eyes shut, fearing the worst. My heart rate was picking up. "I don't think so," Dad's voice came behind me. Luther turned around abruptly. Dad raised the colt and shot Luther between his eyes. Luther let go of me and I stumble out of the way, gasping for breath. Dean pulled me towards him and placed me behind him protectively. A brief light reflects off of Luther's face when he drops on his knees lifeless.
"Luther!" Kate screeched. She started angrily towards my father. Another vampire grabbed her by her arms and pulled her back to the car. The tires squealed as they took off.
Sam, Dean, and I went back to the motel and started packing our bag. We figured we would get out of this town before Kate came looking for us out of revenge. Dad walked in to the motel room, "You guys ignored a direct order back there," was the first thing that came out of his mouth.
"Yes, sir" Sam nodded.
Dean nodded, "Yeah but we saved your ass."
Dad shrugged, "You almost got your sister killed," I looked down guiltily. It wasn't their fault. It was all mine. But that doesn't make it any better. "But, you're right."
"I am?" Dean asked, confused.
" It scares the hell out of me. You three are all I've got. But I guess we are stronger as a family. So...let's go after this damn thing. Together."
We nodded at each other, "Yes sir" We said in unison. I really hoped that this worked.