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Chapter 5 Dead Man's Blood part 4

I found myself lost in thoughts and memories on the drive to the motel. Reading Daniel's letter had really struck a chord and affected me more than I thought it would. I had never really felt overly familial or sentimental about Elkins in the past, but I guess losing him for good and finding out that he cared for me more than he may have let on was forcing me to think about stuff. Which is why I jumped when Dean knocked on my window.

I glared at Dean a little as I opened my door to get out of the car as Dean was jokingly saying, "Hey there, jumpy! You okay?"

I drop the glare and look down then back at Dean, "Yeah I'm fine."

He looks at me seriously and with concern, making me a little uncomfortable under his scrutiny, asking, "you sure?"

I make eye contact and reply, "Yeah, no worries. I'll be fine."

Finally, he drops it and stops scrutinizing me, getting back to his reason for coming over to me. "Alright, if you say so. My dad got a room, figuring we can all take turns sleeping and listening to the police scanner. You cool with that?"

I pause before answering, not thrilled with the idea of being stuck in a room with all three of the Winchesters. "Yeah, I guess. Lead the way."

Once we got into the room, Dean announced that he was starving and we all needed to eat so he was gonna go get some food. I called dibs on first shower, grabbed my bag and headed into the bathroom, hoping a shower would clear my head of the funk I seemed to have fallen into.

After I was done with my shower and got dressed, I exited the bathroom to find Sam and John seemingly in the middle of an heated stare off, meaning Dean still wasn't back with the food yet. Not wanting to hang out alone in a room with the Winchester show down that was currently happening, I decided to excuse myself to go for a walk. Sam tried to get me to stay, saying Dean would probably be back with the food any minute, I told him I wasn't hungry and could use the walk to clear my head. After making one full lap around the motel I decided to sit up on the hood of my car and look up at the sky while I allowed my thoughts to continue to wander. This was always my favorite spot for thinking. Right now, thinking included remembering the last time I actually saw Elkins. The day I left to go it alone.

1995

The vamp nest we were taking out was almost completely cleared out, just 3 vamps left. The two other hunters we brought along were dealing with the 4 or 5 vamps outside the dilapidated house that tried to escape. As I was cornering one of the vamps left inside, about to swing my machete for a killing blow, the third vampire tackled me to the ground. My right shoulder landed painfully on a row of nails sticking up out of the floor, leaving me with a pretty nasty gash. As I continued to fight off the vampire that was currently trying to kill me, I snagged a syringe filled with Dead Man's Blood out of my pocket and quickly stabbed it into the vampire's neck. Finally able to push him off of me, I made quick work of cutting off his head. I turned around to watch helplessly from across the room as one of the vamps held Elkins in place while the other stabbed him through the gut with his own machete. The vamp holding him even got a bite out of him before I could reach them. Once I made it over there I was back in full fight mode my own injury completely forgotten. As if feeling a strange surge of power, I shoved full force at the vamp holding Elkins, and it even surprised me how far and hard he went flying after he left go of Elkins, who dropped to the floor. While that vamp started to recover and get back to his feet, I went after the other one. I sent one strong kick to the stomach followed quickly by a sweeping kick to the back of the knee to make her leg go out from under her. As soon as her knees hit the floor, the blade of my machete was already swinging into her neck, severing head from body. When I turned back around to face off against the final vamp, still feeling a strange power coursing through me, the vamp just started circling me looking confused and nervous, demanding, "What the hell are you?"

Confused myself, by his question, I ignored him and lunged at him swinging my blade. He was quick to get out of the way, and popped up right behind me grabbing me by my already injured shoulder and digging his fingers into my cut. I let out a cry of pain but jabbed my left elbow back into his stomach getting him to let go of me. He backed away and we started circling each other, me, taking a moment to hold my shoulder, the vamp, attempting to taunt me as he looks at my blood on his hand. Then, he licks at the blood, only it apparently didn't taste the way he was expecting it to because he started chocking and trying to spit it back out, again rasping out, "What are you?"

I took his distraction as my opportunity to end him. I quickly lunged toward him, landing a punch to his face to knock him off balance followed by the swing of my machete to claim his head. As soon as he was down, I ran over to Elkins unconscious form. As soon as I knelt down next to him I was a little unnerved by the amount of blood he seemed to be losing, both from his neck and his stomach. All logic told me this situation was bleak and Elkins most likely wouldn't make it. I tried to put pressure on both of his wounds, one hand on his neck, one on his stomach, wishing that there was something I could do to save him. Suddenly, I felt that feeling of power again; looking up for a moment, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a metallic surface. My eyes were glowing a bright golden amber color, definitely not my usual brown/green. I was so caught up in staring at the reflection of these eyes that were, but weren't really, mine, that I jumped a little and closed my eyes, feeling that power fade a bit, when Elkins started to stir beneath my touch. I looked back up at my reflection quick and noticed my eyes were back to normal. Then, I looked back down at Elkins noticing the wound on his neck was completely gone and he was trying to sit up. I began helping him into a sitting position and realized his other wound was perfectly healed as well. I was shocked and confused, caught up in my own head trying to replay the last few minutes in my mind. It made sense to me now ,why that vamp was asking me what I was, as if I were something other than human. Apparently, I was not as human as I thought. That is when the panic set in. I'm not human. We hunt things that aren't human. I will probably become a target now. Suddenly an acute stab of pain in my right shoulder brought me out of my thoughts and back to the present and my own wound, Elkins had grabbed me by the shoulder to get my attention to see if I was okay. He finally noticed my injury and decided it was time for us to get out of there.

Once we were back at Elkins' place he started patching me up. "This gash on your shoulder is gonna need stitches and it'll probably leave a pretty nasty scar."

I remained silent, thinking about whether or not I should tell Elkins the truth about what really happened in that house, the truth about me. While Elkins started in on on the stitches he tried distracting me from the pain by talking to me. "You did real good out there today kiddo. Took out 3 vamps by yourself while I went and got myself knocked out, I gotta say I'm pretty damn impressed, it really seems like you were meant for this!"

I gave a short humorless laugh, replying, "Yeah, thanks."

After a few minutes of tense silence while Elkins finished stitching me up, he questioned me, "How exactly did you manage to take out all three vamps by yourself?"

"The vamps got a little sloppy, I got a little lucky, but most importantly I learned from the best." I tried to avoid eye contact as I responded.

Silence continued for a few minutes until Elkins finally spoke.

"You know, it's kind of strange, this cut goes straight through the middle of this odd birthmark of yours. It used to look like some kind of symbol, unlike anything I've ever come across, but now it's all jacked up and and likely to stay that way from the scarring."

"Huh, yeah, that is strange." Elkins' comment gave me a strange feeling about my "birthmark," like maybe that mark had something to do with the freaky powers I now seemed to have.

After Elkins finished patching me up I made a quick escape to my room, claiming exhaustion. Lying on my bed with all of the revelations of the day screaming in my head I came to a decision, I could not tell Elkins, or anyone for that matter, the truth about me, about having supernatural abilities. They wouldn't understand and I would become the next hunting target. That left me with only one option, time to go solo. In the middle of the night I packed up my stuff, left a brief vague not for Elkins, and left, heading for the bus station.

Hope you enjoyed! The next chapter is already mostly written and should be out within a week! Next up Dean and Lexi conversation and flash back! If anyone has any ideas for Dean and Lexi's first meeting flashback I would love to hear them, I have a plan, but I am open to other ideas as well.