I know this chapter is short but I have a lot of chores and things running through my head I'm surprised I finished this chapter. So Please continue to read and comment. Supernatural is not by me, though I wish it was, I just own the rights to Christina. Thank you for being patient and dropping off wonderful uplifting comments. It makes writing a lot of fun. Thanks so much and I hope I continue to provided some excellent fan fiction.
Sam's POV
It was quiet in the hotel room dad and I sat in silence in the hotel while Dean and Christina had to go and grab something dad asked them to grab. All I remember hearing before they left was Christina asked "D.M.B?" And dad just nodded and so they left leaving me confused and we both sat in awkward silence.
~V.S.~
It was nearly two hours later and I was now pacing back and forth but dad just kept sitting looking over his journal. "Relax, Sammy. They're just fine."
"But should it take this long?" I asked reluctantly sitting down to read Elkins' journal.
"They'll be back." Dad said not looking up at me. I could tell he felt just as uncomfortable to be alone as me. Memories of me leaving still played in my mind. I'm pretty sure it was still on his mind. "You know I never said this to you," dad said closing his journal and looking up at me. "But when you and your brother were born I went to the bank and placed a hundred bucks into a college fund. And every month I placed a hundred dollars more." My mind was now buzzing with questions as why he was telling me this. "After your mom died I didn't know what to do. I wanted you and your brother to ever leave my sight."
"Dad," I started but his eyes narrowed, not in anger, pleading me to let him finish. I instantly closed my mouth again.
"So that's why I raised you and Dean like I did." He licked his lips before shaking his head. "So when you insisted on leaving for college I was so angry. I forgot that you were your own person and that you could leave and try and have a normal life. But I didn't want anything to hurt you."
"Dad, it's fine." It was strange saying those words because even thought I spent years hating him for how he raised us, I really believed what he was saying was true. He was smiling at me now happy that he could explain himself why he was the way he was. "Hey dad," I said and he looked up at me ready to answer my now question that burned in my mind. "What happened to all that money?"
A small smile spread across his weathered face. "I spent it all on Ammo." We sat there for a second in complete silence until I felt that chuckle bubbling in my throat and soon we were both laughing. The action was so strange in the air as we laughed. It wasn't forced but it was heartfelt and true.
We had just finished laughing when the door opened and Dean and Christina walked in."Such a wide fuss for a dead guy." Dean grumbled setting the paper bag in front of dad. Dad's eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas.
We watched as Dad pulled out a mason jar filled with some dark red substance. I didn't need to ask but I did anyways. "What's that?"
"Our secret weapon on those blood suckers." Dad said looking up at Dean and Christina. "Get the crossbows."
End of Sam's POV
~V.S.~
John's POV
Dean was nervous as he paced around his nonexistent car problems as two people walked up to him. One was a woman, the same woman as when I tried to get the Colt in the barn, while the second must have been just one of the nest.
"Car problems?" She asked her voice was soft and seductive as she playfully began to flaunt her body around. I could see Dean trying to hard to keep his composure. "Maybe I can take you to my place."
"I'm sorry," Dean said his voice low. "I draw the line at Necrophilia." The girl laughed turning and looking at the other one behind her before she swung a closed fist against Dean's face. I glanced over at my two other kids who scrunched up their faces in mock sympathy but we knew Dean was fine, that he had a lot worse. The woman had her hand on Dean's throat and had lifted him about a foot in the air. "I usually," he grumbled we got our crossbows ready to fire. "wait until the second date to get this close."
She let out a forced laugh that's when I fired my cross bow and the arrow smacked the girl in the middle of her chest while Sam shot at the other vampire that was with her. She let out an annoyed sigh. Slowly Sam, Christina and I emerged from the trees. "That tickled." She said with a slight unconvinced look.
"Just give it a minute." I said with a sneer. "That arrow tip is coated in Dead Man's Blood. It's basically poison to you guys isn't it?" The look of horror spread across her face as I saw my secret weapon spread across the vampires face. Her face went more paler then normal and she dropped. The second vampire dropped in a quick instant and Dean stood up, after the woman dropped him, rubbing his neck.
"What do you we do now?" Sam asked. I saw Christina slowly walking over to the other vampire her crossbow up and aimed directly at the other vampires face.
"Take her and tie her up." I said my eyes narrowing raising my machete up and walked slowly towards the other vampire. "I'll take care of this one." Sam and Dean nodded quietly and wrapped the woman vampire's arms behind her so she couldn't attack them, and placed a burlap sack over her head. I glanced over at my daughter's face and I saw she was unemotional and dark. I heard the Impala drive behind us. "You don't have to be here," I said calmly and I saw her eyes darken and narrowed.
"Can I do it?" She asked stretching out her hand towards the machete that I held.
"Why?" I asked and I felt her fingers wrap around the handle and yank it out of my hands. In one quick movement blood squirted everywhere and I saw the vampires head fall to the ground, I saw the anger vanish slightly as she handed me the handle to the machete before she walked over towards my truck rubbing her neck. I wish I knew what to say but I knew I had to get a job done.
End of John's POV
