(Omg! I know I haven't posted in forever. I kept messing with this chapter and whatever I have written for 22 over and over again. And right now I am in a bit of debate as to how all of this should reach the end, but I will figure it out! Promise!

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Chapter Twenty-One

There were a lot of situations that Dean regretted in his life. Most of them involved Sam and not having the capabilities to give him everything that he ever wanted. Also informing his brother of awful things. Age 6, Sam was forced into the world of the supernatural thanks to a monster on the lot, and Dean was the one to explain it all. Held his brother until he cried himself to sleep. Age 10 he'd spent hours in the shell of a Cadillac on Bobby's lot and they discussed full detail (what he knew), their mother's death. Those both stood out as some of the worst discussions they've had. He'd seen the guilt that his brother inappropriately bore in the days that followed.

The discussion they were having now wasn't any different, and would certainly be listed as one of the worst conversations. Although the kid could hide things better from strangers, to Dean his brother was an open book. Although to be honest, Dean expected a little more shock when he opened his mouth and spoke the phrase 'demon blood.' To be fair Fred got surprise initially from it but grew thoughtful. Sam didn't expose any emotion. He wrinkled his brow in thought as well as everything he'd experienced the past months came to light.

His visions. His telekinesis. The fact his blood had sizzled under the actions of the holy water. It all made sense. That was the reason why their father had been killed, so that his mother had made the deal. The deal to enter the home and to feed the child demon blood.

"It's all so…involved." Sam said a little stupidly. The facts swirled painfully in his head, and he wasn't aware of the deadpanned tone he took on.

"Yeah well he's made two attempts at whatever end he wants, so he's had his fair share of practice. Let's just hope that he doesn't get what he wants this time around." Fred stated thoughtfully.

Irritation at the same questions surfacing again and again washed over him. "I wish we knew what that was."

"Ash sent me a few links. One of them was a session with some psychiatrist and Scott. How he got it, hell if I know, but he did mention seeing Azazel in his dreams. Azazel tasked him with a job. He said he saw a gun and he was told to open the door to hell." Sam said quietly.

Dean looked shocked. "There's a damn door to hell?"

"Apparently." Sam shrugged. "He didn't mention much more than just that. I don't know if he wants us to knock or kick down the door, but I know that I don't want whatever's inside, out."

"Jesus." Dean exhaled sharply and ran a hand over his face. "Think of the countless demons inside. The damn hell hounds."

Sam watched as Fred grew quiet and the wheels in his head spun. "It could be, but why would he need a super team of kids to open the door to hell?"

"He doesn't." Sam glanced down at his hands. "He just needs one." Sam pushed off the chair and walked over to the window. He braced a forearm against the wall and looked out into the neighborhood. Two kids on bikes rode past. "In the dreams...in the nightmares he hands me the gun and tells me to open the door to hell. He specified that I was his favorite. From his tone he didn't sound like he needed a team."

"That's the other thing Gordon said…" Dean looked at the kids wishing that had been his childhood. "Mom and dad were planned. From the beginning. They planned each couple. Our parents though, were special. Mom was from the Campbell's, and they were accomplished hunters, dad was from the man- Men of Letters. Gordon didn't know what they were and frankly I don't either, but it's something special. Then we're apparently liked directly to Cain. Neither of us would be around if the demons hadn't played matchmaker."

"With what's planned maybe it would be better if we weren't. At least me." Sam's tone went quiet again, and he didn't look away from the window.

"Shut up, Sam." Dean scowled. "I don't see evil horns sprouting anywhere."

"I know." Sam scowled back. "I was trying to say-" He stopped. What was he trying to say? Sure he was thankful to be alive. Not that he didn't feel bad that Jessica and his mother had been victims of him just being in their lives. Logically if it wasn't him it would be someone else in his shoes and he knew he didn't want that either. Then there was the demon blood inside of him, he couldn't help but feel bad that while his father searched for some miraculous cure there wasn't one. Then some unhelpful thought kept whispering that he would go dark. Just like Max. Maybe experiment on animals like Scott and move up to humans for the fun. But Fred hadn't. Fred decided to help with his abilities. He hadn't lied when he spoke to Ellen, there were good and bad people in the world. "I don't know what I was trying to say. I'm not saying, though, that I'm going to sprout horns, Dean."

Dean scoffed good naturedly. "Sure you believe that."

"I would be lying if me going evil wasn't a thought. Logically, Max and Scott were different people, with different lives, and different people around them. I can't base my own situation on them. But there's always going to be that fear that maybe one day-" Sam couldn't finish. "I mean it just a worry."

"Well don't worry about it." Dean snapped. "If- and only if you went dark, I would do everything in my power to get sappy, loser Sam back. If I've tried everything- and I mean everything- and I can't get you back and you are going to cause trouble I will do something. That's exactly how that works."

Fred hitched up an eyebrow. "If you're so sure you're going to go dark side I can help you out now. Lock you away, in a world full of super models and hot rod cars."

Dean looked somewhat interested.

"Okay, okay. Enough, I get it." Sam rubbed a hand across his shadow. It had been a little since he'd last shaved. He'd have to remember to do it the next morning. "All I know for sure is we've got demons playing matchmaker, and Azazel feeding us blood in the middle of the night." Sam tried to clear his head. It was hard after a training session. He discovered from day one that his psychic mind was all too much like an actual muscle. A muscle that had never been worked before. It was hurting trying to train it to do what he wanted.

Dean caught the slight motion as Sam's jaw twitch. "Headache."

Sam laughed, his tone holding a large amount of sarcasm. "Uh- yeah. All I've been getting for the last couple weeks are headaches and nosebleeds. So nothing new. It'll get better though. Once I have control over everything it won't get to me as bad."

There was a hint of uncertainty in Sam's tone leaving it out there that Sam doubted that he could get control. If the kid was uncertain before he was so much more after the small bomb he'd just dropped on the day. "You'll get control. Maybe you can use that shining of yours to become the best damn psychic you can be. Oh by the way, who do you think is the hottest psychic? Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?"

"Shut up." Sam pulled a beautiful example of a bitch face and Dean felt proud of himself. "I can tell Missouri your distracting me. She'll send you back home in a single blow."

"Let her try." Dean smirked. "Besides, you missed me. I know you did. You'd start crying the second I was gone."

Sam rolled his eyes. "I'd have one less headache the second you were gone."

"No you would probably get more from all the crying you would do." Dean laced his hands together and started to lift his feet to the coffee table. "All of you would be so- fuck!"

Dean winced as a wooden spoon launched from the doorway and hit him skillfully in his stomach. The legs intended for the coffee table fell back down to the ground as he hunched over his bruising stomach. The spoon clattered away and he heard Sam chuckle from his own chair.

"Dude, no feet on the coffee table." Sam walked over and scooped up the spoon and gave it back over to Missouri. "She doesn't like it when you put your feet on things it doesn't belong."

Dean coughed harshly, and his voice remained thin. "Are there any other rules that I should know about?"

Sam offered a small shrug as he went back to the chair. "Nothing that comes to mind now. I'll warn you if anything else comes up."

"Thanks for that."

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The P.O. Box yielded a letter. It wasn't directly written for anyone, but it was clear only someone who was close to Elkins would be the recipient of the letter. Elkins didn't know too many people. At least not too many people liked Elkins enough to know him, and Elkins didn't tolerate them back. Bobby had trained temporarily with Elkins when he was starting out and the man was a good hunter. He also drank his way under a table too easily, and unfortunately with alcohol came a loose tongue. He was known for speaking his mind when it was unwanted.

John had trained under Elkins, as well, after Mary had gone. The old man had taken pity on a beginner hunter spurred on by the loss of someone they loved, and given him enough skill to survive. Something John couldn't thank Elkins for enough. He knew he, hell his damn boys, wouldn't be alive today if he hadn't trained with him.

The letter detailed what he contained in his safe, and the combination to unlock it. From their previous search through the home they had seen the safe had been broken into and destroyed, just as Rufus had described. They all figured that something important was in there but based on what was written in the note, it was something far more important than what he thought.

The damn Colt. The very thing that could not only kill- well- everything, but something that shouldn't even exist. If one hunter tucked another hunter in bed and wanted to tell a bedtime story, the story would be about Samuel Colt, the magical gun he created, and it's thirteen bullets.

John settled into the driver's seat of the truck but didn't turn the engine on. He simply waited until Bobby had slid in and shut his door. "If that was indeed what was inside the safe-" John stopped and sighed. He wiped a hand across his face. "-we're going to have to get it back. No question on the matter."

"Let's say Elkin's wasn't totally losing it in his old age and he does have this- this impossible gun." Bobby gapped his mouth open and searched for the words to vocalize his concern. "The things that have it is a nest of vampires. An entire damn nest John. The two of us won't do well against all of them. Elkins had been following those things for a while. He caught their trail when there was five. How many do you think they've created now?"

"I agree." John nodded. "A whole nest of vampires does seem a bit imposing. Especially when we don't know the sheer number they have. That's why we have a community too."

Bobby's eyes lit up. "You thinking Caleb and Jim?"

"Of course. We should make this a party." John grinned already going for his phone.

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Dean sat back and didn't say anything, but that didn't stop him from being concerned. Blood ran freely from his little brother's nose, as plastic cup, after plastic cup was tossed over his head. The concept was simple. He once had been able to move it. Now could he move it in mid-air. Dean figured this was a bit of a jump. That usually they didn't go from one extreme to the next as far as training went, but it wasn't like he had much time to be coddled.

Still didn't mean though that he wasn't eager to rush over and start wiping at the blood.

Another cup was launched over Sam's head and the poor kid tried, but was unable to accomplish the simple action. The cup simply landed in a pile with the others. Dean's foot thudded quietly down from where he rested it upon his other and shifted his weight. Fred at first looked irritated, then his eyes lit up curiously as he looked over at Dean. It wasn't necessarily evil, but it was enough that Dean didn't quite care for it.

Next second the cup launched not innocently over Sam, but towards him. Dean wasn't afraid, just surprised. He held out a hand to stop it, when he didn't have to. The cup in mid-air was jostled, and sent back to sail over all of their heads and smash into the wall.

Sam wiped at his nose, getting more blood on the sleeve of his hoodie and a little breathlessly demanded what Fred was doing.

"You did it. Maybe it lacked control, but you just now did it." Fred glanced over at Dean. "It seems that you have no regard for your own safety, but when it comes to Dean you are prepared to help him."

"Yeah," Sam looked annoyed. "He's my brother. But he's not supposed to be involved in this."

Fred looked over at Dean. "How do you imagine Sam triggered those bombs?"

Dean looked at Sam in surprise. "You triggered them with your mental powers? I thought you threw something or Professor X here did it."

"I didn't need to tell Sam what to do in that instance. The second the boy located the first trigger he simply looked down and it had snapped. The second trigger was harder to find but he triggered that too, nothing thrown just him and his abilities. Sam was mad enough, and worried enough- about you- that he was able to do it."

Missouri shared a glanced with Fred. "Dean can you stand…"

"No!" Sam burst out. "I can do it. Don't involve him."

"They are plastic cups..." Dean notched up an eyebrow. "I can handle a few Solo cups."

Sam shook his shaggy head. "I can do it."

Sam won out and the next round was launched. Sam missed the first. He grunted angrily when he missed it. The second he missed and Sam glared after it. The third didn't get quiet as much air as the one tossed at Dean. It simply was jostled in mid-air and landed on the kitchen table when it's projection was ruined. The more the kid tried though it was being blocked and sent back. Dean couldn't help but be proud each time the cup was launched away from him, but worried at the sight of the blood that was increasing.

Missouri was the one to stop it, and had she not he would have jumped in to do it himself.

"Enough. The kid gets it. We'll let him rest." She jerked her thumb back towards Dean. "Besides big brother is about to burst if we continue with all this. Sam isn't the only protective one in the bunch."

Dean wanted to gripe but the psychic was right. She was always right. That's what pissed him off so much.

xxxOOOxxx

Kate snuggled with her mate wearing very little. Their playful romp that evening had her in only her black lacy bra and her mate, Luther, in nothing. He'd been initially angry when she'd informed him about her day's activities. She had gone after the guy who had killed his previous nest, his parents being members. She'd caught his scent at one of the seedy bars they had passed and luckily he lived pretty close by. After a quick attack she'd left his body and taken off with a few expensive looking things. One of which being a gun, that had made her mate instantly forget her careless action. That and the snacks she had picked up along the way. The lovely couple who had stopped to help a stranger. A vampiric stranger. She couldn't be blamed for naïve morons.

Luther tensed and his nails temporarily dug into her skin, not that it hurt, and pushed her away.

"What's wrong?" She didn't move and listened to the sounds of birds. Then she recognized it, footsteps. "Think it's someone walking around inside?"

"Everyone should be asleep." Luther growled, and sat up.

That was all the warning they got before glass broke, and the doors to the entrance kicked in. Luther was up and not minding the state of his undress as he pushed through the door way through to larger room of the barn. Already two of his guys were sinking down arrows in them. A third was going down, and he swallowed back his anger at his dwindling numbers. Five members were left and he could only see the two hunters (one with a crossbow and the other with a machete), only the stink that surrounded the area alluded to more hunters, and all smelling of a foul scented mask. No wonder he hadn't sensed them sooner.

The hunter bearing the machete made quick work of beheading The first two shot down. He was headed towards the third of his members down when the newly changed female surprised them all snarled and attacked a fourth hunter he hadn't been aware of. They must have released her under the impression she was human. Then that upped his numbers to nine. Sorry seven.

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John scowled at the previously bound woman. He hated surprises on hunts. And she certainly was a surprise. Based on his previous stake out he could only count the eight vampires. He shook himself from his shock as he watched Pastor Jim grapple with the surprise vampire. John had to assume that Jim had it as he raised his machete and made quick work of beheading the third vampire Caleb had shot down with the arrow dipped in dead man's blood.

The naked vampire from the doorway to the room was moving now and clearly angry. He could have gone after John, who was much closer, but he rushed Caleb and before he could shoot off another shot and knocked the crossbow out of his hand and had the hunter thrown across the room and tangled in the hammocks that they were previously sleeping in.

John gritted his teeth. Three were already down so far so he couldn't get too irritated. Four. Pastor Jim had just won out with the new vampire and was preparing to deal with a female of the pack. John looked around, and regarded Caleb recovering and taking down number five.

Which was perfect as the nude vampire and one male rushed towards him. His mind despite preparing to fight was also counting. There was one more they hadn't seen. As he kicked away one and ducked a punch from the naked vampire, he figured she would be female.

The naked vampire gave a strangled growl and turned away from John. An opportunity John took to deal with his friend and after batting away another attack he swung his machete and ended the undead life of the vampire. The nude vampire was making his way back to the room and John allowed himself to glance over at Jim who was standing over number seven separated from his head.

That just left eight and nine.

"Enough." Bobby growled. He emerged from the separated room and the males panic suddenly made clear. Bobby had the practically naked woman draped in his arms machete at her neck. His own shoulder was bleeding.

Despite the tense situation John grinned. Pastor Jim's call on injecting each other with dead man's blood hadn't been a bad call. Certainly caught her off guard.

"Why are you doing this?" The last standing vampire was furious but resigned. She must be his mate. "We have as much right to live as you do."

"Says you." John growled. "You know what we need."

Despite his lack of clothing and the situation he was in the vampire managed to look a little smug. "I don't know what you need, hunter. Besides you'll just kill her anyways."

Bobby jostled her and she groaned. "Maybe we don't. Maybe the item in question is worth the two of you walking away living. Well in a manner of speaking."

The vampire didn't laugh at the joke. "What's the guarantee that you'll keep your promise."

"We don't need to make deals." Caleb scowled.

"Because you'll search after I'm gone. I can guarantee you though you won't find it." The vampire smiled wide exposing his many sharp teeth. "I went out before bed and hid the gun. Yes, the very Colt that you are looking for is out there in those woods. Good luck searching."

John eyed the vampire and in an almost mocking way wiped the blood he'd drawn from the vampires he'd downed on his pant leg. He didn't miss the wave of hate that was directed his way. "We let you go now. But anyone of us catches wind of you, anywhere, we're hunting your ass and staking your head on the wall. It was stupid to go after Elkins. You kill one, you get all of us."

The vampire raised his hands slowly in a show of surrender. "I wasn't in on that. I told her afterwards how stupid it was. Kate thought she was doing something good for me."

The eldest Winchester didn't appear amused. Not even a twinge of sympathy crossed his face. "Show us where the gun is. Now!"

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