Supernatural: Dead Man's Blood

A/N: So, I know that this is a day early, but what with tomorrow being Thanksgiving and all, I figured that would rather not post a new chapter on that day. Anyway, here's the next chapter of where the Winchesters are going up against vampires to steal back something important.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or from Criminal Minds. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.

CHAPTER TWO: ARGUING…AGAIN

The next morning, Dean, Liz, and Sam were sleeping on the beds and John was listening to a police radio when he heard about the 911 couple.

Setting aside the radio, he got up, grabbed his jacket, and then shook his sons and daughter awake. "Sam, Dean, Liz, let's go," he said as they woke up. "Picked up a police call."

"What happened?" Sam asked groggily.

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

Now this got Sam's attention. "How do you know?"

"Just follow me, okay?" John ordered and left the room.

Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed his jacket before following; Liz yawned, grabbed her own jacket and followed.

"Vampires," Dean muttered, puling on his boots, "gets funnier every time I hear it." Yeah, he was still skeptical.

A while later, John was talking to the police while Sam, Liz, and Dean were waiting by the car.

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

Both Dean and Liz groaned. "Oh, don't tell me it's already starting."

"What's starting?" Sam asked when their dad walked back over to them.

"What do you got?" Dean asked.

"It was them, all right," John confirmed. "Looks like they're headin' west. We're gonna have to double back to get around that detour."

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

"Sam-" Dean and Liz both began.

Sam cut them off. "I just wanna know we're goin' in the right direction."

John looked at his youngest son seriously. "We are."

"How do you know?" Sam demanded.

Sighing, John took something out of his pocket. "I found this," he answered.

Dean took it from him. "It's a vampire fang," he said, surprised as he fingered the curved tooth.

"No fangs – teeth," John corrected. "The second set descends when they attack. Any more questions?" he asked Sam, who didn't respond. "All right, let's get out of here, we're losin' daylight. 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 gonna ruin it," he suggested as he got in his own truck. Both Sam and Liz laughed, but Dean didn't.

Several hours later, Sam, Liz, and Dean were following their dad's truck, with Sam behind the wheel; Dean was reading from some research on vampires while Liz was leaning between the front seats.

"Vampires nest in groups of eight to ten," he read aloud. "Smaller packs are sent out to hunt for food. Victims are taken to the nest, where the pack keeps them alive, bleeding them for days or weeks. I wonder if that's what happened to that 911 couple."

"That's probably what Dad's thinking," Sam remarked. "Of course, it would be nice if he just told us what he thinks."

Dean sighed while Liz rolled her eyes skyward. "So, it is starting."

"What?" Sam asked defensively.

"Sam, we've been lookin' for Dad all year," Dean pointed out. "Now we're not with him for more than a couple of hours, and there's static already?"

"Please, Sam, don't start that up again," Liz pleaded.

Sam shook his head. "No. Look, I'm happy he's okay, all right? And I'm happy that we're all workin' together again."

Both Dean and Liz were relieved. "Good."

Sam sighed. "It's just the way he treats us like we're children."

Dean moaned. "Oh, God."

"He barks orders at us, Dean, he expects us to follow him without question," Sam complained. "He keeps us on some crap need-to-know deal."

Both Liz and Dean sighed. "He does what he does for a reason."

"What reason?" Sam asked.

"Our job! " Dean snapped. "Here's no time to argue, there's no margin for error, all right, it's just the way the old man runs-"

Sam cut in. "Yeah, well, maybe that worked when we were kids, but not anymore, all right? Not after everything you, Liz, and I have been through, Dean. I mean, are you tellin' me you're cool with just fallin' into line and lettin' him run the whole show?"

Dean and Liz exchanged a look, realizing that this wasn't going to end well. "If that's what it takes."

And Sam rolled his eyes, angry.

Night had fallen, and several vampires were hanging around, drinking and enjoying themselves; the couple from earlier were tied to a post, scared out of their wits, and Bo walked over to them, beer bottle in hand.

"Have some beer, buddy," he said, offering the bottle. "It'll calm your nerves."

The man shook his head. "No, thanks."

"Oh, come on," Bo teased. "You drink enough, I can taste it in your blood."

Kate walked over just then, and made a face upon hearing that. "That's gross."

Bo laughed and took a swig; he then moved over to the woman. "How 'bout you, babe?" he asked, pressing the bottle to her lips and tipped it back, forcing her to drink while Kate watched, smiling. "'Atta girl."

He took the bottle back, and the woman spit the beer into his face. Wiping the liquid off his face, he got ready to backhand her.

"Bo!" Kate snapped and he stopped. "Wait for Luther."

A second later, Luther, another vampire, entered the building, and Kate smiled; she jumped on him and kissed him passionately. After a minute, they broke apart.

"I missed you, too, baby," Luther said, grinning.

"We've got presents," Kate told him, also grinning, and brought him over to the couple.

Luther bent over and stroked the woman's face. "She looks interesting," he remarked and then looked at the man. "He doesn't. Lock him up." And Bo started taking the man away. "On second thought, go ahead and treat yourselves," he added, changing his mind.

Cackling, Bo took the man over to a group of several vampires, and they began tearing him apart while the woman screamed and cried in protest.

"There's something else," Kate added and brought him over to a table, where plenty of money and valuables were lying in piles.

"This all theirs?" Luther asked, referring to the couple.

"No. It's from an old friend of yours - Daniel Elkins," Kate answered. "I caught his scent, and I thought I'd surprise you."

Luther, on the other hand, was upset. "Kate, what did you do?" he demanded.

"I made him suffer," Kate answered, surprised by her mate's sudden change of attitude.

Luther shook his head. "You shouldn't have done that."

"Luther-" Kate began.

"There are others like him," Luther snapped. "They'll know the signs and come lookin' for us. We have to be careful."

Kate was hurt. "Luther, I did it for you, for what he did to your family."

Luther shook his head again. "Revenge isn't worth much if you end up dead."

"I'm sorry, baby," Kate apologized. "I'm sorry." And then she smiled when Luther picked up the Colt revolver and examined it. "I thought you might like that," she said, smirking. "It looks like it was made around the time you were born."

Luther frowned as he rolled it around in his hands. "I've seen this before."

Kate scoffed. "Elkins died with it in his hands. He should've known better - using a gun."

Luther shook his head, worried again. "This is no ordinary gun."

Meanwhile Sam was driving still, Liz was dozing in the backseat, and Dean was on the phone with their dad.

"Yeah, Dad. All right, got it," he said and hung up. "Pull off at the next exit."

"Why?" Sam asked.

"Because Dad thinks we've got the vampires' trail," Dean answered.

"How?" Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. "I don't know, he didn't say."

Sam suddenly stepped on the gas forcefully, surprising both Dean and Liz, who woke up, and sped down the road; he cut in front of their dad's truck and pulled over. Startled, John pulled over also, and all four of them got out of their cars.

"Oh, crap," Dean groaned. "Here we go. Sam!"

"Sam, don't do this!" Liz protested.

"What the hell was that?" John demanded, confronting his youngest son.

"We need to talk," Sam said seriously, having had enough.

"About what?" John asked.

"About everything," Sam retorted. "Where we goin', Dad? What's the big deal about this gun?"

Dean and Liz both tried to stop the possible fight. "Sammy, come on, we can Q&A after we kill all the vampires."

"Your brother's right, we don't have time for this," John stated.

Sam wasn't about to step down. "Last time we saw you, you said it was too dangerous to be together," he pointed out. "Now, out of the blue, you need our help. Now, obviously, something big is goin' down, and we wanna know what!"

"Sam please," Liz moaned.

"Get back in the car," John ordered.

Sam shook his head. "No."

"I said get back in the damn car," John repeated.

"Yeah. And I said no," Sam retorted.

"All right, you made your point, tough guy," Dean said quickly. "Look, we're all tired. We can talk about this later. Sammy, I mean it, come on." And both he and Liz pushed Sam back to the car.

"This is why I left in the first place," Sam muttered under his breath, but was loud enough for everyone to hear.

"What'd you say?" John asked.

Sam pulled free of his older siblings and turned back to their dad. "You heard me."

"Yeah. You left," John snapped. "Your brother, your sister, and me, we needed you. You walked away, Sam, you walked away!" and he grabbed his youngest son by his shirt.

"Stop it, both of you!" Liz shouted as both she and Dean attempted to get between them. 'Not again!'

"You were the one who said, "Don't come back", Dad," Sam snarled. "You're the one who closed that door, not me! You were just pissed off you couldn't control me anymore!"

Finally Dean and Liz both got in the middle and pulled the two of them apart.

"All right, stop it, stop it - stop it, that's enough!"

And they broke them up.

"No more!" Liz snapped, stepping between them. "Dad, Sam, I've had it with having to do damage control just because you to keep going after each other's throats! I'm tired of being caught in the middle and being the peacekeeper! Now make up so we can deal with these vampires before anyone else gets killed!"

Sam and John stared at each other, but instead they angrily got back in their cars; Liz sighed, frustrated while Dean looked around, also frustrated.

"Terrific."

A/N: Personally, I think the trouble that the Winchesters get into after a bad fight are linked, and there are times when I feel like screaming in frustration just like Liz when she has to stop her brothers from killing each other or, in this case, Sam going after John. So, I hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving and I'll see you all again next week!

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