Hey guys! We're finally here! We're at the season 1 finale! I mean its still three more episodes, but we're here! *throws confetti in the air*. This is seriously exciting. I have two more episodes left in the first part of Doctor Who. I'm not done by a long shot. We got more goodness coming. Anyways, the song of the chapter is One Short Day from Wicked. I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Dead Man's Blood Part 1

A few days ago, we just finished a case involving a spirit haunting a painting. That took a lot out of me. The thing is though: I feel like the season finale is coming, and it's coming real soon. Until that day comes, I'm going to enjoy these small moments. We're currently sitting in a cafe looking for a case. Me and Sam are on our laptops, while Dean is flipping through a newspaper.

"Well, guys. Not a decent lead in all Nebraska. What've you got?" Dean says folding the newspaper.

"Well, I've been scanning Wyoming, Colorado, South Dakota. Here." Sam says flipping the laptop around to me and Dean. "A woman in Iowa fell 10,000 feet from an airplane and survived."

"Sounds more like 'that's incredible' than, uh, 'Twilight Zone'."

"Yeah." Sam says turning his computer back. Dean smirks.

"Hey you know we could just keep heading east. New York. Upstate. We could drop by and see Sarah again. Huh? Cool chick man, smokin'." Dean whistles, and I roll my eyes. "You two seemed pretty friendly. What do you say?"

"Yeah, I dunno, maybe someday." I'm pretty sure the next time he sees Sarah, she dies. "But in the meantime, we got a lot of work to do Dean, and you know that."

"Yeah, all right. What else you got?"

"I've got something." I say placing my laptop where both the boys can see. "Man in Colorado, local man named Daniel Elkins, was found mauled in his home."

"Elkins? I know that name." Dean says.

"Doesn't ring a bell." Sam says.

"Elkins...Elkins...Elkins."

"Sounds like the police don't know what to think. At first they said it was some sort of bear attack, and now, they've found some signs of robbery." I say.

"Mm-hmm." Dean says grabbing John's journal and starts flipping through it. "There, check it out." Dean says pointing to a number. Sure enough there was Daniel Elkins by the number.

"You think it's the same Elkins?" I ask.

"It's a Colorado area code." Dean says.

"All right, let's go then." I say packing up my laptop. We grab our stuff and head out to the Impala. We drove to address we found he was staying at. We tried to open the door, but the door was locked. Sam pulled his lock pick out and unlocked the door. Dean and I turn on our flashlights and go in.

"Looks like the maid didn't come today." Dean says.

"Hey, there's salt over here. Right beside the door." Sam says pointing to the ground.

"You mean protection against demon salt, or 'oops I spilled the popcorn' salt." Dean says looking through a journal.

"It's clearly a ring. You think this guys Elkins was a player?"

"Definitely."

"That looks a Hell of a lot like Dad's." Sam says going over to Dean. I keep looking around.

"Yep, except this dates back to the 60s." I walk to the next room and see there is a huge hole in the roof.

"Hey, guys." I yell to them. They come into the room where I am. "Whatever attacked him, it looks like there was more than one."

"Looks like he put a Hell of a fight too." Dean says.

"Yeah." Me and Sam say. We split and start looking in this room. Dean stops and crouches.

"You got something?" Sam asks.

"I dunno. Some scratches on the floor." Dean says.

"Death throws maybe?"

"Yeah, maybe." Dean pulls out a piece of paper and makes a rubbing of the scratches. "Or maybe a message." He says holding up the piece of paper to us.

"Three letters, six digits. The location and combination of a post office box. It's a mail drop."

"Just the way Dad does it." Dean says. We head back to the Impala to drive to the Post Office. The boys stay in the car as I go inside. Inside the box, I find a letter. I open it and my eyes widen. It's a letter for John. I go back to the Impala and get inside.

"So, what did you find?" Dean asks as I settle in the backseat. I say nothing and just hand him the letter. The boys look at it, and I see they have the same reaction as me to the letter.

"J.W. You think? John Winchester?" Sam asks.

"I don't know. Should we open it?" Just then there was a knock on Dean's window. We all jump and reach for a weapon of some kind, but then we notice it's the one and only John Winchester. "Dad?" John opens the backseat door. I move to be behind Sam as John gets in. "Dad, what are you doing here? Are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. I read the news about Daniel, I got here as fast as I could. I saw you two at his place." John says.

"Why didn't you come in Dad?" Sam asks.

"You know why. Because I had to make sure you weren't followed...by anyone or anything. Nice job of covering your tracks by the way."

"Yeah, well, we learned from the best." Dean says.

"Wait, you came all the way out here for this Elkins guy?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, he was...he was a good man. He taught me a Hell of a lot about hunting."

"Well, you never mentioned him to us." Sam says.

"We had a...we had kind of a falling out. I hadn't seen him in years." John says gesturing to the letter. "I should look at that." He takes the letter and opens it. "'If you're reading this, I'm already dead'" Pause. "That son of a bitch."

"What is it?" Dean asks.

"He had it the whole time."

"Dad, what?" Sam asked.

"When you searched the place, did you...did you see a gun? An antique Colt revolver? Did you see it?"

"Ah, there was, there was an old case, but it was empty." I say. "You aren't talking about what I think you're talking about?"

"You know about it?" John asks looking at me surprised.

"I've heard the legends."

"They have the gun."

"Whatever killed Elkins?" Dean asks confused.

"We gotta pick up the trail." John says getting out of the car.

"Wait. You want us to come with you?" Sam asks.

"If Elkins was telling the truth, we gotta find this gun."

"The gun-why?"

"Because it's important, that's why."

"Dad, we don't even know what these things are yet."

"They were what Daniel Elkins killed best: Vampires."

"Vampires? I thought there was no such thing." Dean asks.

"You never mentioned them, Dad." Sam says.

"I thought they were extinct. I thought Elkins and...and others had wiped them out. I was wrong." Pause. "Most vampire lore is crap. A cross won't repel them, and neither will a stake to the heart. The bloodlust, that part's true. They need fresh human blood to survive. They were once people, so you won't know it's a vampire until its too late." We quickly drive back to our room to see if we catch anything to give us a lead on the vampires. It's so weird that this is a strange occurrence now, when its a simple hunt later on. We sit around for a while, but it soon got late. Me, Sam, and Dean ended up falling asleep, but we had to keep our clothes that we were wearing on. John wanted to leave as soon as we got something. I was woken up to someone hitting my foot.

"Kate, let's go." I groaned quietly to not make John angry and get up. "I picked up a police call."

"What happened?" Sam asks.

"A couple called 911, found a body in the street. Cops get there everyone was missing. It's the vampires."

"How do you know?"

"Just follow me, okay?" John says as he walks out of the room. I grab my jacket and lace up my shoes.

"Huh, vampires. Get's funnier every time I hear it." Dean says sitting up. We make it to the crime scene. The sun had just risen. Me, Sam, and Dean stayed by the Impala as John talked to the cops still at the scene.

"I don't see why we couldn't have gone over with him." Sam complains.

"Oh, don't tell me it's already starting." Dean says.

"What's starting?" Sam asks just as John comes over to us.

"What have you got?" Dean asks John ignoring Sam's question.

"It was them all right. Looks like they're heading west. We'll have to double back to get around that detour." John says.

"How can you be so sure?" Sam asks.

"Sam..." Dean says.

"I just wanna know we're going in the right direction." Sam snaps at Dean.

"We are." John says.

"How do you know?"

"I found this." John says handing a fang to Dean.

"It's a...vampire fang." Dean says.

"Not fangs, teeth. The second set descends when they attack." He looks to Sam. "Any more questions?" Sam doesn't say anything. "All right, let's get out of here, we're losing daylight." We start heading to our cars. "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." Oh, that really hurts because Dean loves that car. I know that's gotta hurt him. Dean just looks at the Impala. I'm getting tired of John very quickly.

To Be Continued...

Well, there you go guys! I know this isn't the normal day I get these out, but I got it out! I'm so close to finishing this season. It's amazing. Thank you guys for sticking with me for this long. I love you guys so much and don't forget that. Anyways, I hope you guys have an amazing day! Bye guys!