Supernatural: Dead Man's Blood

A/N: I return with the final chapter of this story and boy have I been busy this week. _

Real life can be frustrating sometimes, especially during the Christmas season with getting presents for everyone and working hard at my jobs so that I have money to afford said presents. Any who, time to see if the Winchesters can get the Colt back without becoming vampire food in the process.

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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 FOUR: THE EXCHANGE

Back at the barn, Luther and several other vampires watched as Bo pulled up in his car; he and a female vampire got out and approached the others.

"Is there any sign of those four?" Luther demanded.

Bo shook his head, not liking the fact that he had bad news to share. "No, somethin' else."

Luther frowned. "What?"

Bo swallowed. "Luther, they cut off Hank's head."

Now Luther was worried. "And Kate?"

"I don't know," Bo admitted. "She wasn't there. What are we gonna do?" Just then, they heard the sound of a truck engine in the distance and turned to look at it. "It's just a truck up on the highway."

Luther shook his head and walked forward slightly, sensing something. "Kate - she's in that truck, and one of 'em hunters is with her."

In the passenger seat of John's truck, Kate began to wake up, but she was very weak and tired; John looked in his rearview mirror and saw two cars following him. The bait had been taken, and the trap was set.

Bo was alone, drinking, and standing guard over the nest; he heard a noise coming from another part of the room. He went to look around, but saw nothing; deciding that the lack of sleep was getting to him, he turned around, and Liz was standing before him.

"Boo," she said before beheading Bo with her knife.

John continued driving, checking now and then to make sure that he was still being followed; a moment later, he glanced in his rearview mirror and saw that the cars were gone. 'Uh oh.'

After making sure that there were no other vampires around, Dean walked over to the cellar where the others are being held. "I told you I'd come back." And he broke the lock off the door with the crowbar, not worry about making noise this time.

Worried, John continued driving until he turned around a bend and saw Luther and three other vampires standing by their cars, their eyes glowing silver in the headlights; he stopped his truck.

"Get out!" Luther ordered and waited as John got out of the truck. "Who are you?" he demanded angrily.

"The name's Winchester," John responded.

"Where are your friends?" Luther asked.

John smirked. "Cleanin' out your nest."

Luther silently cursed himself for not leaving more guards, but it didn't matter now. "Where's Kate?"

"Come here, sweetheart," John requested, pulling on a rope and dragged a semi-conscious Kate out of the truck; her hands were bound together. John held a knife in his hand as he brought her closer to Luther.

"Kate, you all right?" Luther asked; worried with just how weak she was looking.

"Dead man's blood," Kate moaned.

Luther growled, glaring daggers at the man holding his wife prisoner. "You son of a bitch."

John didn't even flinch. "We want the Colt - Elkins' gun. Trade."

Luther was surprised. "Is that what this is all about?" he asked with disbelief. "I mean… you can't shoot us all, right? We'll kill you."

"Oh, I don't need it for you," John told him, which was true. "I'm savin' it for somethin' else. Put the Colt down, or she goes first," he added, pressing the blade to her neck.

"All right. Just don't hurt her," Luther agreed, taking the Colt out of his pocket and he set it down on the ground.

"Back up," John ordered and Luther took a few steps backwards. "Further." And the vampire backed up even more. John then stepped forward and knelt down on the ground with Kate, who was able to grab the gun.

"That's a nice move," Luther remarked, suddenly smirking. "You almost made it."

No longer weaken by the cold blood, Kate hit John with the gun and threw him into the front of the truck, the gun falling to the ground. Luther walked over to John, who was trying to stand up, and hit him. John went sailing into the door of the truck, which buckled in the middle while the window shattered, and fell to the ground, seemingly unconscious.

Suddenly, one of the vampires was shot in the chest with an arrow; the others turned to see Dean, Liz, and Sam running towards them, and another vampire got shot with an arrow. Moving faster than the average human, Luther sprang forward and hit Sam, who fell to the ground. Luther yanked him up and began choking him, just as both Dean and Liz grabbed a knife each, tossing aside their crossbows.

"Don't!" Luther snarled, tightening his grip on Sam's neck. "I'll break his neck. Put the blades down."

The Winchester twins were completely still, holding the knives in midair while Sam was desperately gasping for breath. After a few seconds, they both gave in and put the weapons on the ground.

Luther glared at them with utter contempt. "You people - why can't you just leave us alone? We have as much right to live as you do."

"I don't think so," John snapped from behind.

Both Luther and Sam turned; John, holding the Colt, shot the vampire leader in the middle of his forehead. Stunned, Luther grunted and let go of Sam, who ran to Dean and Liz. A trickle of blood ran down Luther's nose as a strange and eerie whispering started up, and everyone watched as he sank to his knees.

"Luther!" Kate screamed, horrified as her mate died; there was a flash of light before Luther dropped to the ground, dead. Livid, Kate began walking towards John, but a fellow vampire stopped her. It was the 911 woman who'd been turned the day before.

"Kate, don't!"

The two women ran back to the car, angry, and drove away. Sam, Liz, and Dean stared at their father, shocked, and John smiled triumphantly. The legends were true the Colt really could kill the supernatural.

The next morning, Sam, Liz, and Dean were packing their things when their dad entered the room.

"So, boys, Liz…" John said as they walked towards each other.

"Yes, sir?" Sam asked.

"You ignored a direct order back there," John remarked.

Sam nodded. "Yes, sir."

"But we saved your ass," Dean added, surprising both Sam and Liz, who stared at their brother, impressed.

"You're right," John agreed.

Now Dean was surprised, having expected a lecture or something about disobeying a direct order. "I am?"

"It scares the hell out of me," John confessed, forcing the words out. "You three are all I've got. But I guess we are stronger as a family. So…we go after this damn thing - together."

"Yes, sir," Sam, Dean, and Liz said together and they all stared a knowing look; that demon had better look out because they were armed, dangerous, and they were also ready to cook its' goose. It's clobberin' time!

A/N: They've got the Colt and the demon is in serious trouble now! R&R everyone!