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Dean's POV (Cont.)

The car ride down the mountain was thankfully quiet, with the occasional snort from our sister who was drooling in the back seat her head pressed against the glass. "Must be some powerful allergy pills." Sam said and I chuckled.

"It's a good thing," I said as I turned sharply into a quiet slightly darkened post office. Sam and I walked in hurried silence afraid if we didn't move fast enough the secret that Elkins died for could be lost. I walked up the designated post box and turned the combo that dad had taught us back when we were kids. I didn't know why I was holding my breath as I opened the box showing an envelope addressed to Dad.

We walked back to the Impala and slid inside. Our sister snorted slightly before shifting her weight around and falling still a deep sigh. "Do you think we should open it?" I asked fumbling with the envelope. A knock on my window made me jump as I turned with a hand curled into a fist. But a muffled chuckle made me relax as I looked out my window at my dad's smug smile as he chuckled and opened the door to the backseat. We both glanced back at our sister who subconsciously leaned up against dad who looked a bit surprised as she smiled and fell still.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked flipping around to face him. "Is everything alright?"

Dad's head bounced slightly as he nodded. He smiled at our sleeping sister who still slept. Must be very powerful allergy meds. I thought. "I'm okay." He said his voice soft as to not wake up Christina who began to fidget but didn't wake up. "I read the news on Daniel. I got here as fast as I could. I saw you three at the house." He motioned his finger at Christina and asked, "Why did she leave?"

"Allergic to Witch Hazel." I said with a shrug. I watched as Dad nodded.

"Why didn't you come in dad?" Sam asked.

"You know why Sam," Dad answered. "I had to make sure none of you were followed. By anyone or anything." Dad's gaze shifted from Sam to my face a small smile spreading over his face. "Nice job of covering your tracks by the way."

"I learned from the best." I said smugly. We all went silent as Christina mumbled 'kiss ass' and fell still again.

"So you came all this way for this Elkins guy?" Sam snapped I wanted to slug him for being such a jerk.

"Yeah," Dad's eyes fell as he continued to speak. "He was..." His voice faltered afraid to speak normal as to not wake up Christina. "He was a good friend. He taught me a hell a lot about hunting.

"If he was such a good friend," Sam started softly. "Why haven't weren't we told about him?"

"We had a falling out. I hadn't seen him in years." Dad let out a sigh then looked at the envelope that was still in my hands. "I should probably read that right?" He asked, I nodded and handed him the envelope. The tearing of the paper filled the car but it didn't make our sister move. Sam and I watched as Dad pulled out the piece of paper and shifted so that he could read in the dim light from the street lamps outside. "If you're reading this, then I'm already dead..." Dad's eyes suddenly went wide as his eyes darted across the paper. "Son of a Bitch." He hissed his eyes narrowing.
"What's wrong?" I asked.

"He had it the whole time." Dad said making Sam and I both wonder what the hell he was talking about.

"Had what?" Sam asked giving me a sideways glance as if I had the ability to listen to Dad's thoughts.

"When you were searching you didn't happen to come across an antique gun? A colt revolver?"

"I saw an old case for one," I said with a shrug. "But it was empty." Dad's eyes narrowed and let out a sigh.

"They have it," He hissed darkly.

"You mean whatever killed Elkins?" Dad sighed gently pushing Christina to the other side of the backseat and stepping outside. The cold air brushed across our faces as Dad began to step outside.

"We got to pick up the trail."

"You want us to come with you?" Sam said his eyes looking confused.

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

"Why the gun?" Sam bantered.

"Because it's important, that's why." Subconsciously I looked over at Sam who rolled his eyes.

"We don't know what killed him."

"It was what Daniel Elkins hunted best." Dad let out a sigh. "Vampires."

End of Dean's POV