[Taking place in episode 1.20, Dead Man's Blood. Yes, I've memorized most of the episode and ive gone back a few times to recheck things.
NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN-
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Looking around, I see myself inside a bar. Don't ask how I know what the inside of a bar looks like, because no way in Hell will I be telling that story. As I look around again, see that I actually recognize the place. It's in...Manning, Colorado, I think, if my memory is right.
I spot a guy turning the pages of what looks like a hunter's journal.
"Mr Elkins?" a barmaid asks gently. But u don't think he heard her, he's completely focused on the journal.
"Mr Elkins, would you like another?" she repeats. He finally looks up.
"Yeah. Thanks Beth."
The vision blurs for a moment, and then I'm staring at the door of the bar. A lady and three guys walk in. They look around before actually sitting at the counter. I notice Elkins etching them. And I also notice that the girl is staring directly at me for a moment. Won't lie, she's kinda cute, but not quite my type.
"What'll you have?" Beth asks them. The lady smiles, and I feel uneased by it.
"Jack all around, leave the bottle," she demands. Beth nods before asking, "You hungry?"
"We have dinner plans," the girl says, glancing at me and then at Elkins.
I snap out of the vision, and stare at the ceiling. It's gonna be a long night...
Dean's flipping through the newspaper, Sam's on his laptop, and I'm trying my best to sketch the four people that entered the bar in my vision. I know them from somewhere.
Dean folds the newspaper loudly. "Well dude. Not a decent lead in all of Nebraska. What've you got?"
Sam glances up. "Well, I've been scanning Wyoming, Colorado, South Dakota. Here. A woman in Iowa fell 10,000 feet from an airplane and survived."
"People can easily survive falls from that height if they calm themselves before hitting the ground instead of tensing up," I mutter. Dean nods.
"Yeah. Sounds more like 'That's Incredible' than, uh, 'Twilight Zone'."
"Yeah, okay."
Dean smirks. "Hey you know we could just keep heading east. New York. Upstate. We could drop by and see Sarah again. Huh? 1.19 Provenance Cool chick man, smokin'." He whistles, making me roll my eyes. These two may have saved me a few months ago, but I'm still not their favorite person, and they really aren't mine, either. "You two seemed pretty friendly. What do you say?" Dean continues.
Sam's turn to roll his eyes. "Yeah, I dunno, maybe someday. But in the meantime we got a lot of work to do Dean, and you know that." he glances at me, and I look back down at my notebook.
"Yeah all right. What else you got?" Dean demands.
"Ahh, man in Colorado, local man named Daniel Elkins, was found mauled in his home."
My head shoots up at the name. Dean has a somewhat similar reaction.
"Elkins? I know that name," he says.
"Doesn't ring a bell."
Dean keeps repeating the last name under his breath.
"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."
My heart slows slightly. The four I saw in the vision, they killed Daniel. Dean opens John's notebook, and I watch him flip through the pages, catching glimpses of different symbols, different spells.
"There, check it out," he says, pointing to a phone number.
Dean hands the journal to Sam and points. 'D Elkins 970-555-0158' Daniel Elkins
"You think it's the same Elkins?"
"It's a Colorado area code," Dean states. I look at them, praying to both Lucifer and God that my voice doesn't crack.
"It's the same guy. Trust me. I knew him too. But if he's dead, we gotta go, now."
The Impala cruises down the road, snow-capped mountains in the background. I'm shoved awkwardly in the back seat, my ribs protesting the seatbelt yet again. Sam and Dean keep glancing back at me as I try to keep myself from upchucking my lunch. Screw carsickness, I'm gonna get some sleep.
A knock on Dean's window wakes me, and I blink slowly, trying to process what's happening. Apparently it's John, because he slides into the back. He stares at me for moment, raising an eyebrow at my presence in the car.
"Dad, what are you doing here? Are you all right?" Sam's voice snaps him out of his little trance.
"Yeah, I'm ok. I read the news about Daniel, I got here as fast as I could. I saw you two at his place," John says, then glances at me. "Or I guess the three of you."
Sam softly asks, "Why didn't you come in Dad?"
"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 happily, sounding sort of proud of himself. I roll my eyes, but don't insert myself into the conversation yet.
"Wait, you came all the way out here for this Elkins guy?" I look over to Sam this time.
"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."
"We had a... we had kind of a falling out. I hadn't seen him in years." He gestures to the envelope, and opens it. "I should look at that. 'If you're reading this, I'm already dead'... that son of a bitch!"
"What is it?"
"He had it the whole time," John growls.
"Dad, what?"
"When you searched the place, did you, did you see a gun? An antique, a Colt revolver, did you see it?" I know exactly what John is talking about, and I pull myself from the conversation for a bit.
[3rd POV]
The three family members continue the conversation for a few more minutes, then John looks over to the boy next to him in the seat.
"Who is this boy, and why is he with you two?" John questions. Dean looks back at him and notices that Oliver seems to be zoning out.
"That's Oliver. We saved him after a hunt a few months ago, and none of us have really wanted to get rid of each other. He's a good kid, and seems to know as much as we do on the supernatural," Dean says. John looks at his eldest son.
"You're telling me that you abducted a kid and constantly put him in danger?"
"Dad, he was bleeding and so injured we were surprised that he could even stand! His ribs are still healing, too, from when we found him," Sam butts in. John groans.
"Whatever. We will be discussing this after this hunt. Now, we need to go find the bastards that killed Daniel."
"Dad, we don't even know what the things are!"
"They were what Daniel Elkins killed best-" A younger voice says the last word with John. "Vampires."
Dean looks back at them, an eyebrow raised. "Vampires? I thought there was no such thing."
"You never even mentioned them, Dad," Sam adds.
"I thought they were extinct. I thought Elkins and -- and others had wiped them out. I was wrong," John says. Oliver looks over to him.
"No matter what you do to kill all of something, there will always be the smart ones that strategically hide themselves until it's safe to start rebuilding their race. That's why us hunters are never done with our work, not completely," the 15-ish year old says, earning some dubious looks from the three older males in the car.
"Okay. Well, most vampire lore 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 part'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," John says. Oliver looks out the window, a sinking feeling in his stomach. Tonight, something bad was gonna end up happening, and he won't be able to do much to stop it...
Sam and Dean are peacefully asleep while Oliver only has his eyes closed as he listens to John move around and the radio.
"Unit 22 let me confirm. Mile marker 41, abandoned car. You need a workup?" one asks.
"Copy that. Possible 207. Better get forensics out here."
John, who was sitting at the table with the radio, stands up quickly and walks over to Sam, Dean and Oliver. He slaps the two older boys' feet as he calls their names. For Oliver, John just smacks his shoulder.
"Sam, Dean, up. Kid, I know you're awake."
Dean responds almost instantly with a lazy noise, despite being half asleep. Sam sits up halfway, blinking the sleep from his eyes, and Dean starts rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Oliver just opens his eyes and turns to look at John, trying to fix his hair a bit.
"I picked up a police call," John states. Sam seems more awake already.
"What happened?"
"A couple called 911, found a body in the street. Cops got there everyone was missing. It's the vampires."
Sam gets up from the bed. "How do you know?"
"Just follow me, ok?" John leaves the room without another word.
Sam walks across the room to put his coat on, and Dean sits up, still half asleep. "Huh, vampires. Gets funnier every time I hear it."
[Timeskip, daytime]
John finishes talking to a cop on the scene and starts walking back to the boys, who are waiting by the Impala.
"I don't see why we couldn't have gone over with him," Sam grumbles, sulking slightly. Oliver rolls his eyes as Dean sighs.
"Oh don't tell me it's already starting."
"What's starting?" Sam and Ollie ask at the same time.
Dean ignores them and speaks to John. "What have you got?"
"It was them all right. Looks like they're heading west. We'll have to double back to get around that detour," the eldest Winchester says.
"How can you be so sure?" Sam questions.
"Sam…" Dean mutters. Oliver doesn't speak up, not wanting to get caught in the middle of whatever the fuck type of family argument this was.
"I just wanna know we're going in the right direction."
"We are." John sounds just completely done with this, making Oliver guess that this has happened far too often.
"How do you know?"
John ignores the youngest Winchester and hands something to Dean. "I found this."
"It's a...a vampire fang."
"Not fangs, teeth. The second set descends when they attack."
"It's also relatively rare for the teeth to fall out, at least while they're still in relatively good condition so this is kind of a lucky find," Oliver joins in with a small fact. John gives him an annoyed but slightly approving glare before looking at Sam.
"Any more questions?"
Sam looks away and stays silent.
"Alright then, let's get out of here, we're losing daylight."
They start heading for their respective cars, Oliver trailing behind Sam and Dean, knowing that John still doesn't really approve of him.
"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."
Oliver slips into the backseat before the conversation could escalate.
Sam is driving, following John's truck while Dean reads from the journal and Ollie is looking out the window.
"Vampires nest in groups of eight to ten. Smaller packs are sent to hunt for food. Victims are taken to the nest where the pack keeps them alive, bleeding them for days or weeks…" he pauses. "I wonder if that's what happened to that 911 couple."
"That's probably what Dad's thinking. Course it would be nice if he just told us what he thinks," Sam grumbles, annoyed.
"So it is starting," Dean remarks. Ollie tilts his head and looks toward the older men in the car.
"What?"
"Sam, we've been looking for Dad all year. Now we're not with him for more than a couple of hours and there's static already?"
"Hmph. No. Look, I'm happy he's ok, all right? And I'm happy that we're all working together again." Judging by Sam's voice, there's some hidden feelings that he's waiting to vent out.
"Well good."
"It's just the way he treats us, like we're children," Sam complains, and Oliver rolls his eyes.
"Oh God."
"He barks orders at us Dean, he expects us to follow 'em without question. He keeps us on some crap need-to-know deal!"
"He does what he does for a reason."
"What reason?"
"Our job! There's no time to argue, there's no margin for error, all right? That's just the way the old man runs things."
"Yeah well maybe that worked when we were kids but not anymore, all right. Not after everything you and I have been through, Dean. I mean, are you telling me you're cool with just falling into line, and letting him run the whole show?" Sam glares at Dean, almost as if challenging him. Dean, seeming done with the conversation, just gives Sam a somewhat weak look.
"If that's what it takes."
Sam shakes his head. Oliver, wanting to break the awkward, tense silence speaks up. At first, his voice is softer than he'd like to admit it.
"Um...I get that this has been going on for far longer than I've known you two...and it really isn't my place to speak up, but I know what it feels like, in a way. My dad was the same way to me and my siblings. My mom was similar, just a bit more gentle." He pauses, looking up. "It happens when you're born into the hunt, or dragged into it at a young age. Sure, some are more caring when it comes to it, but when tragedy happens early in a kids life when they're part of the hunt, parents harden, to try to protect the kids. Don't blame your dad for the way he is. I didn't blame mine…"
The little speech causes Sam and Dean to look back at the 15 year old, who's staring at them intensely. The two turn around when Oliver drops his gaze, and the rest of the ride is in silence, for the most part.
Sam is still driving,Oliver is drawing something else in his sketchbook, and Dean is on the phone.
"Yeah Dad. All right, got it." Dean hangs up. "Pull off at the next exit."
"Why?" you can obviously tell Sam's pissed by his tone of voice.
"Cause Dad thinks we've got the vampire's trail."
"How?"
"I don't know; he didn't say."
Sam guns the engine, and Dean looks at him like he's crazy while Oliver does the same. Dean turns to look at John's truck as Sam overtakes it and passes it. Once in front, Sam slams on the brakes, causing the Impala to swerve sideways in front of John's truck, followed by Oliver letting out a harsh string of curses as the seatbelt puts pressure on his still mending ribs. They both stop.
Dean sighs as Sam gets out of the car. "Oh crap. Here we go." Dean follows Sam out of the car, and Oliver isn't that far behind. "Sam!"
Sam and John, who is also out of his truck, are both glaring in an angry manner.
"Sam!" Dean repeats, while Oliver asks "Can someone tell me why this is happening?"
"What the hell was that?" John asks. Sam holds his ground.
"We need to talk."
"About what?"
"About everything. Where we going Dad. What's the big deal about this gun."
"Sammy, come on, we can Q and A after we kill all the vampires," Dean says, trying to avoid the situation.
"Your brother's right, we don't have time for this."
"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 starts yelling, and Oliver steps behind Dean. "Now obviously something big is going down, and we wanna know what!"
"Get back in the car," John orders.
"No."
"I said get back in the damn car."
"Yeah. And I said no." Sam crosses his arms. Dean steps closer slightly and Oliver watches, analyzing the situation as best as he could with the limited information he has.
"Ok you made your point tough guy. Look we're all tired, we can talk about this later. Sammy, I mean it, come on."
Dean grabs Sam and starts pushing him toward the car, while Oliver hesitantly looks over to John.
"This is why I left in the first place…"
"What'd you say?" John's head snaps up and he stares intensely at the youngest Winchester brother. Sam pulls out of Dean's grip and turns around.
"You heard me."
"Yeah. You left. Your brother and me, we needed you. You walked away, Sam."
"Sam…" Dean's voice is teetering on the edge of pleading, but he would never admit it.
"YOU WALKED AWAY, SAM!!"
"Stop it, both of you," Dean says, looking over to Oliver, who was clenching his fists and watching the other two argue.
"You're the one who said don't come back Dad, you closed that door not me. You were just pissed off that you couldn't control me anymore!" Sam fires back to John, and Dean steps between them, pushing them away from each other.
"Listen, stop it, stop it. Stop it! That's enough!!"
The two continue to glare at each other from over Dean's head.
"That means you too, Dad."
They still don't stop glaring, and Oliver finally steps in, supporting Dean.
"Both of you quit it! Dean's right, stop fighting! You're acting like two eight year olds that didn't get invited to the other's party! Shut up, and just get into the cars! We have a hunt to do, so save your bickering for later! I get you're both pissed, but stop it!" he shouts, looking at the three Winchesters. They all look over to him in shock, but Sam and John turn and begin walking away.
Sam gets into the Impala, and John turns back to his car. Dean stay where he was standing, alone before Oliver slinks up next to him. Dean looks from Sam to John. Looking up, Dean sighs.
"Terrific," he says, not really expecting anyone to answer. But, of course, Ollie does.
"I have a feeling that that was relatively mild to what's happened in the past...so better than it could have gone," the fifteen year old mutters. Dean glances down at him and gives him a half-assed smirk.
"Pretty good, kid. Wish we met you sooner, would have been nice."
Ollie's POV
I creep closer to the vamps, and watch as they talk. I keep myself hidden in the bushes, for good reason of course, but I meet Luther's eyes as he looks around. I feel a small stab of fear shoot through me as I realize that he recognizes me. He then looks around to avoid the fact that we'd made any sort of contact and then goes back inside.
I run back to where the Winchesters are, keeping my steps light enough so that they don't detect I've even left. Heh, years of trying to sneak for food is actually coming in handy.
"Son of a bitch. So they're really not afraid of the sun?" Dean mutters.
"Ahh, direct sunlight hurts 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," John responds.
"So I guess walking right in's not our best option."
"Actually, that's the plan."
I look at John, a look of "really?" on my face.
Dean opens the trunk and I give a small smile at their arsenal, though I've seen it on prior hunts. Sam and Dean weapon up while I watch, and John does the same from an automatic hidden compartment that slides from the back of his truck. Dean looks over to John.
"Dad, I've got an extra machete if you need one," he says, holding it up. John lifts his own serrated machete from a leather sheath, and I grin.
"I think I'm ok. Thanks."
"Wow."
I look at Dean and grab the machete from him, and he looks at me.
"Give it back, Oliver. You're not going into the nest," he says, holding out his hand. I twirl the blade in my hand, and only glance at him.
"I've been in the Hunt for my entire life. My first word was latin for bitch. I've killed Vamps by myself. Black dogs, demons, wendigos, you name it, I've probably hunted it. Hell, I've gone on more hunts by myself than I can count, and I've dealt with more just to survive. I'm helping you, you stubborn ass, whether you like it or not," I rant, only looking up at the end. John's eyebrows are raised, Sam is trying to decide whether to laugh or ask questions, and Dean just rolls his eyes.
"Fine, but when I have to save your ass, I'm gonna say I told you so!"
"So, you boys really wanna know about this Colt?" John butts in, looking between the three of us. Sam nods, and I just listen with half interest.
"Yes sir."
"It's just a story, a legend really. Well I thought it was. Never really believed it until I read Daniel's letter...
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 a half dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. And somehow Daniel got his hands on it.
They say... they say this gun can kill anything."
"Kill anything like, supernatural anything?" Dean asks.
"Like the demon," Sam adds.
"Yeah, the demon. Ever since I picked up its trail I've been looking for a way to destroy that thing. Find the gun, we may have it."
John pushes a window open before jumping through and disappearing into the barn. Sam follows, then Dean. I follow them, landing silently. We look around the room, and I see that they're all sleeping.
John looks into the stalls, Sam and Dean walk off to look around more. I make sure that no one is looking and begin walking to one of the empty spaces shrouded by shadows. I need to hide here, but I can't. As Dean passes a hammock he kicks an empty bottle on the ground. It clinks but the vampire doesn't wake.
I pull in a breath before swinging my machete, chopping off the head of Ariene. Sure, she's a bitch, but I feel bad. These vamps trust me, but I need to put my acting to the test. I then hear an unholy roar, one that a frightened vampire will make. I bolt back to the dark corner, dropping my machete a few feet away. All of the vamps are up now...
I hear John from across the barn, shouting, "Boys, run!"
3rd POV
Sam and Dean run, calling to their Dad as they do. The vampires give chase. The brothers burst out the barn doors into the daylight and run up the slope to the cars before turning to look back.
"Dad? Dad!!" Dean calls out.
After a long pause John comes running up the slope. As soon as they see him the boys turn to leave.
"They won't follow. They'll wait till tonight. Once a vampire has your scent, it's for life," the eldest Winchester states.
"Well what the hell do we do now?"
"You gotta find the nearest funeral home, that's what."
The boys look at him, confused, then at each other, but don't question it.
[Timeskip, motel room]
(Yes I'm skipping most of the conversation because 1: I'm lazy. 2: I don't feel like being copyrighted.)
"Hey Dad? Whatever happened to that college fund?"
"Spent it on ammo."
They look at each other. Sam cracks up and so does John.
Dean walk into the motel room, holding a paper bag.
"Whew. Man, some heavy security to protect a bunch of dead guys," he says in a joking manner. John looks over to him.
"Get it?"
Dean puts his hand in the paper bag before pulling out a vial of dark red and handing it to John. He nods.
"You know what to do."
Dean smiles and looks around for a certain dirty-strawberry-blonde he'd grown fond of, only to realize that he hasn't seen the fifteen year old since they booked it from the vamp nest. Sam notices the slight drain of color from his brother's face.
"Dean? What's wrong?" he asks, standing up slowly. Dean swallows and looks between his brother and father.
"I...Oliver's still with the vamps...we didn't notice he wasn't with us. He's always so quiet, I didn't notice until now…" Dean whispers. John stills before shouting,
"SONOVABITCH!"
(Vamp nest)
Ollie's POV
Luther gently pets my head, and I force myself to calm down. He smiles at me.
"Hey, Ols, calm it down. I know that hunters came and killed some of us, but you're lucky you got away. They passed right by you," he mutters. I look up to him, and he motions for one of the other vamps, Andy, I think, to go grab something. Turns out that the thing that Andy went to grab was a bag of blood.
"Hey kid, you hungry?" he asks, tossing the bag to me. I catch it and nod, giving him a small smile.
"Y-yeah...yeah, thanks," I say, opening it. I know I'm going to regret this later, but I start drinking the blood. To make it more convincing, I drink quicker once it hits my tongue, though it's really just to avoid the taste.
After, I wipe my lips and smile at the vamps. "Thanks. I haven't been able to feed in a while, they wouldn't let me out of their sights. They think I'm a hunter," I say. Luther ruffles my hair again, and they all walk away. Now just to keep the blood down long enough to get back to the Winchesters.
John hands Dean a bag as they move from the Impala's trunk back toward the campfire where Sam is patrolling with a machete.
"Toss this on the fire. Saffron, skunk's cabbage and trillium. It'll block our scent and hers, until we're ready," John says. Dean sniffs the thing and coughs.
"Stuff stinks!"
"That's the idea. Dust your clothes with the ashes, and you stand a chance of not being detected."
"You sure they'll come after 'er?" Sam asks, not looking at them.
"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."
"A half hour oughta do it."
"And then I want you out of the area as fast as you can after grabbing Oliver."
"But…"
"Well, Dad you can't take care of them all yourself," Dean cuts in.
"I'll have her. And the Colt."
"But after. We're gonna meet up, right? Use the gun together. Right?" Sam questions, looking over to them. John doesn't answer, and there's a long bout of silence. "You're leaving again ,aren't you. You still wanna go after the demon alone. You know, I don't get you. You can't treat us like this."
John looks over to him. "Like what?"
"Like children."
"You are my children. I'm trying to keep you safe."
Dean looks over to them. "Dad, all due respect but, uh, that's a bunch of crap."
Sam and John both look at Dean, shocked. This was the first time Dean had back talked to John in many years.
"Excuse me?"
"You know what Sammy 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."
"It's not the same thing, Dean."
"Then what is it? Why do you want us out of the big fight?"
"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 reckless." Dean crosses his arms.
"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...think maybe Sammy's right about this one. We should do this together, Oliver included." Dean says, still holding his ground. Sam nods in agreement before Dean continues.
"We're stronger as a family, Dad. We just are. You know it."
"We're running out of time. You do your job and you get out of the area. That's an order," John says, his voice hard. Dean looks down, emotional, and Sam clenches his jaw.
[3rd POV]
A vamp pulls up to where Luther and the others are waiting and heads towards them. Oliver is standing off to the side, still holding down the blood. It's still being rejected by his body but he won't reveal that he isn't a vampire yet.
"Is there any sign of those three?" Luther asks, eyes honing in on the other vamp as they step out of the car.
"No. Something else."
"What?"
"Luther, they cut off Frank's head!"
"And Kate?" He seems to be desperate about his mate.
"I don't know. She wasn't there. What are we gonna do?"
The noise of a car distracts them, and Oliver looks up toward the highway, recognizing the sound of John's engine easily, though Only having heard it a few times.
"It's just a truck up on the highway," he mutters, hoping to get Luther to ignore it. Luther stills and his voice becomes hushed.
"Kate. She's in that truck."
John's truck travels down the road. Kate sluggishly opens and closes her eyes in the passenger seat, disoriented and confused. After a moment headlights shine in the rearview mirror. Two cars approach John's truck quickly from behind.
John looks in the rear-view mirror, but the cars have disappeared. He has to stop when the road is blocked ahead of him by Luther, three other vamps, and two cars.
"Get out of the car! Who are you?" Luther demands. John does so, stepping out of the car.
"Name's Winchester," he fires back.
"Where are your friends?"
John smirks. "Cleaning out your nest."
Luther smiles tightly. "Where's Kate?"
John turns back to the truck, clearly saying, "Come here sweetheart." He pulls a groggy and tied up Kate out, holding a large knife to her throat.
"Kate, you all right?"
"Dead man's blood," she calls out to her mate. Luther growls.
"You son of a bitch!"
John smirks. "I want the Colt. Elkins gun. And the kid, Oliver. Trade."
"Is that what this is all about? I mean, you can't shoot us all right? We'll kill you. And you can't have the kid, you'll just kill him," Luther hisses, eyes narrowing again.
John ignores the comment, a slight look of confusion crossing his face. "Oh, I don't need it for you. I'm saving it for something else. But give me the kid back." He notices the colt in Luther's hand. "Put the colt down, or she goes first."
Luther, fearing for the safety of his mate, keeps his eyes on John as he slowly places the gun on the ground and backs up. "All right. Just don't hurt her. "
"Back up. Further," John orders as he steps forward, dragging Kate with him as he leans down and grabs the gun. Unknown to John, Kate is working at the ties on her wrists. Luther smirks before talkin, once again directed to John.
"It's a nice move, you almost made it."
Before John can question what Luther means, Kate swings around, knocking John back against his truck. He drops the gun, unable to keep a secure grip on it. Luther approaches John slowly before backhanding John back against his open car door, shattering the glass before he lands unconscious on the ground. Luther once again begins to advance toward the eldest Winchester.
An arrow pierces one of the vamps and Sam and Dean run out of the trees, Dean pausing to line up and shoot another vamp with his crossbow. Oliver jumps out of the back of one of the vampire's cars, machete in hand, quickly beheading the one closest to him. Sam moves toward Luther, who backhands him. Dean grabs a machete and turns to help the younger two but Luther has his arm around Sam's throat, and Oliver is focusing on not letting himself puke up the blood he drank just yet.
"Don't! I'll break his neck. Put the blade down," Luther calls out, moving his arm slightly tighter against Sam's neck as a warning. For a moment Dean does nothing, and Luther tightens his hold on Sam's neck even more, cutting off his air supply completely. Dean drops the machete, worried for his younger brother's safety.
"You people...Why can't you leave us alone? We have as much right to live as you do! At least let the children of our race live! We deserve it!"
John's voice comes from behind Luther. "I don't think so."
Luther turns, and John raises the colt, shooting him between the eyes. Luther lets go of Sam, who stumbles away, gasping, and Dean pulls Sam behind him while Oliver quickly stumbles behind Dean as well. A sigil appears where the bullet hit Luther and he stumbles, eyes wide. A brief flash of light flashes from inside him, lighting him up so they see his skeleton, before he falls to his knees.
Kate watches in horror as her mate falls dead. "LUTHER!!!!"
Another flash of light passes through Luther before he finally slumps to the ground dead.
Kate starts toward John, but another vamp grabs her, pulling her to their car. They take off, wheels screaming. John smiles in satisfaction as the car disappears down the road.
[Motel Room]
Sam, Dean and Ollie are packing, even as the youngest is pale from fighting being sick for so long. John enters the room.
"So boys," he starts, waiting for them to turn to him. They do so, Oliver included.
"Yes sir?" Sam questions.
"You ignored a direct order back there."
"Yes sir."
"Yeah but we saved your ass," Dean says, smirking. Sam and Ollie look sideways at Dean, nervously. John looks steadily at Dean, causing Dean to swallow nervously.
"You're right," John admits. None of the boys were expecting that.
"I am?"
"It scares the hell out of me. You two- no, you three now, I suppose, are all I've got. But I guess we are stronger as a family. So...we go after this damn thing. Together."
Sam, Dean and Ollie all grin before saying "yes sir!" together. Only after, Oliver feels the burning in the back of his throat and quickly runs to the bathroom. The three Winchesters look at each other, confused, until they hear the sound of forceful vomiting.
The sound instantly makes the three of them run into the bathroom, where Ollie is kneeling over the toilet, lips and water stained red. He gives the three a small smile, even though he's shaking. Dean puts a hand on his gun, watching the kid.
"Oliver, are you hurt? Why are you puking blood?" Sam asks, somewhat calmly. Ollie lets out a small chuckle.
"I had to dr-drink blood for the nest to believe I was already one of them when I was there. I've done it before with other nests, and I knew Luther and Kate, kinda. 've run into their nest before, but didn't have the resources to kill them. I've been trying my best not to get sick, but...that kinda didn't happen this time. I'll t-tell ya next time I do it...just didn't feel like dying or turning today…"
The three older men look at him in disbelief before he pulls back his lip and shows them that no, he doesn't have that extra set of vamp teeth. He then proceeds to pitch over the toilet again and reject more ingested blood. John steps out of the bathroom and so does Sam, leaving Dean to crouch down and rub Ollie's back as he's still forcefully rejecting what he made himself drink. The teen glances at Dean and gives him a shaky smile after catching his breath.
"Th-thanks Dean...S-sorry though...no-one's really seen me like this in almost...almost ten years, I think, even if I really got sick…"
Not showing that that sentence made Dean want to frown, he gives Ollie a smile back. "No problem, kiddo. Welcome to the family business though, seeing as it seems like my dad actually likes having you around. Now let's get you cleaned up so we can leave? You can sleep in the back o Baby. Now let's end this chick-flick moment," he says, grinning now. The teen nods and shakily wipes the blood off his lips with his black sleeve before touching the toilet.
"Y-yeah, okay. Thanks, Dean."
The two walk out of the bathroom to where Sam and John have actually packed the rest of their stuff, and the four head to the cars, ready to get back on the road.
And this, everyone, is the beginning of something wonderful, no matter how dark it gets.
Okay! How do you guys like the story so far? Please give me feedback and constructive critisism, it would be appreciated. Also, sorry for any formatting and spelling errors, Im doing this all on my tablet. Also, what would you like to know about Ollie? Ill answer any questions you have about him if it isn't going to be directly revealed in later chapters, so ask away! Ciao!