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CHAPTER FORTY-THREE- VAMPIRE BLUES

We watched as the tall, rangy vampire retreated inside the building.

"Son of a bitch," Dean cursed. "So they're really not afraid of the sun?"

"Direct sunlight hurts them like a nasty sunburn," John frowned. "The only way to kill 'em is by beheading. And yeah, they sleep during the day, doesn't mean they won't wake up."

Dean huffed. "I guess walking right in's not our best option."

"Actually, that's the plan."

~Supernatural~

Sam was pulling out machetes from the Impala's trunk.

I jerked my head up as I heard my name mentioned.

"Dean, what's with the girl? You can't just string her along with you, sooner or later, she's gonna get hurt."

"Dad-"

"Or worse, you're gonna get hurt trying to protect her."

Shame made my cheeks turn a dark scarlet.

Nothing John said was a lie.

I was surprised, Dean did not respond the way I'd expected him to.

"C'mon, Dad, she's not so bad. Odette's a sweet kid. You should see Sam, it's like he's found a new kid sister or something. He mother hens all over the place."

John snorted.

I ducked out of view as they approached.

Sam was still a little mulish.

"So, you boys really wanna know about this Colt?"

Sam set his jaw. "Yes, sir."

He shrugged. "It's just a story, legend really. Well, I thought it was. Never really believed it until I read Daniel's letter."

"Back in 1835, when Haley's Comet was overhead, the same night those men died at the Alamo. They say Samuel Colt made a gun. A special gun. He made it for a hunter, a man like us, only on horseback. Story goes he made thirteen bullets, and this hunter used the gun half a dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. And somehow, Daniel got his hands on it."

John's eyes unfocused. "They say… they say this gun can kill anything."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Kill anything like, supernatural anything?"

"Like the demon," Sam's tone was quiet.

"Yeah, like the demon," John nodded. "Ever since I picked up its trail I've been looking for a way to destroy that thing. Find the gun, we may have it."

~Supernatural~

The barn window swung inwards, and we crept in.

We surveyed the room.

It was full of sleeping vampires.

Dean, Sam and I made our way through the barn.

As Dean passed a hammock, he kicked an empty bottle.

It clinked, but the vampire did not wake.

I shivered as I found the 911 girl, covered in her own blood and tied to a pole.

"Dean! Sam!" I hissed.

I began to untie her, but stopped as we heard a noise.

Dean looked behind us. "There's more."

He made his way to a locked metal grid; even more people were tied up, sleeping or unconscious.

Dean broke the lock, and Sam looked up sharply at the noise.

There was no movement in the hammocks.

The girl began to stir.

"Hey," Sam whispered reassuringly. "Hey, hey, I'm here to help you."

The girl let out an unearthly wail.

We reared back.

The vampires were awake.

We ran, calling for John.

I was painfully aware of the vampires an inch away from us.

We burst out the barn, and I nearly screamed as I felt a hand grabbing at my hair, Dean caught the front of my jacket just in time, dragging me away.

We fled up the slope to the cars before turning around.

"Dad?"

"Dad!"

There was a long pause.

John finally ran up the slope.

We turned to leave as soon as we saw him.

"They won't follow," John's lips had whitened. "Once a vampire has your scent, it's for life."

Dean was breathing hard. "Well, what the hell do we do now?"

John was grim.

"You find the nearest funeral home, that's what."

~Supernatural~

I bit my nails nervously.

I was worried.

Dean shouldn't be taking this long.

I sighed in relief as I heard Dean enter the adjoining room.

I moved out of mine.

"Whew," Dean whistled. "Man, some heavy duty security to protect a bunch of dead guys."

"Get it?"

Dean fumbled in his pocket, withdrawing a paper bag and a bottle of something red.

I tried not to think about what it was.

John looked at Dean.

"You know what to do."

~Supernatural~

I stayed hidden in the shadows, aware of Sam's cautioning hand on my shoulder.

John shot me a quizzical look.

Dean leaned over the open bonnet of the Impala, looking at the engine.

"Car trouble?"

The vampire's voice was far too close for comfort.

Dean turned to look at her.

"Let me give you a lift," She smiled widely. "Take you back to my place."

Dean grinned cockily. "Nah, I'll pass. I usually draw the line at necrophilia."

"Oooh," She backhanded him, grabbing his face to lift him in the air.

Dean grasped her wrist. "I don't usually get this friendly until the second date, but…"

"You know we could have some fun," She smiled menacingly. "I always like to make new friends."

She lowered Dean to her level, still holding his cheeks tightly.

The other vampire watched, smiling.

"Sorry," Dean smirked. "I don't usually stay with a chick that long. Definitely not eternity."

An arrow pierced the other vampire, a second later, the same happened to the one holding Dean.

She looked down at the point sticking out of her chest. "Damn it."

We emerged from the trees.

John and Sam were carrying crossbows.

She snickered. "It barely even stings."

John laughed. "Give it time, sweetheart. That arrow's soaked in dead man's blood. It's like poison to you, isn't it?"

Shock crossed her features before she tumbled to the ground, unconscious.

~Supernatural~

Sam patrolled the area with a machete.

"Toss this on the fire," John instructed. "Saffron, skunk's cabbage and trillium. It'll block our scent and hers, until we're ready."

Dean sniffed it and coughed. "Stuff stinks!"

"That's the idea," John grunted. "Dust your clothes with the ashes and you stand a chance of not being detected."

Sam fidgeted. "You sure they'll come after her?"

"Yeah." John nodded. "Vampires mate for life. She means more to the leader than the gun. But the blood sickness is going to wear off soon, so you don't have a lot of time."

"A half hour oughta do it," Sam clenched his machete tightly.

"And then I want you out of the area as fast as you can," John said with authority.

"But…"

"Dad, you can't take care of them all," Dean said levelly.

"I'll have her," John jerked his head at the unconscious vampire. "And the Colt."

"But after," Sam gave him a long, searching look. "We're gonna meet up, right? Use the gun together. Right?"

There was silence.

"You're leaving again, aren't you?" Sam glared at him. "You still wanna go after the demon alone. You know, I don't get you. You can't treat us like this."

"Like what?"

"Like children!" Sam exploded.

"You are my children," John shifted, restless. "I'm trying to keep you safe."

"Dad?" Dean was serious. "All due respect, but that's a bunch of crap."

All three of us looked at Dean, shocked.

"Excuse me?" John was incredulous.

"You know what we've been hunting. Hell, you sent us on a few hunting trips yourself. You can't be that worried about keeping us safe."

"It's not the same thing, Dean," John sounded weary.

"Then what is it?" Dean demanded. "Why do you want us out of the big fight?"

John moved away. "This demon? It's a bad son of a bitch. I can't make the same moves if I'm worried about keeping you alive."

"You mean you can't be as reckless," Dean stated.

"Look….." John pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't expect to make it out of this fight in one piece. Your mother's death, it almost killed me. I can't watch my children die, too."

I stared at John, the hole in my chest throbbing painfully.

Was this what I was going to become?

"What happens if you die?" Dean challenged. "Dad, what happens if you die and we coulda done something about it?"

Dean paused. "You know, I've been thinking. I… maybe Sam is right. We should do this together."

Sam nodded.

"We're stronger as a family, Dad. We just are. You know it."

~Supernatural~

Luther backhanded John against the open car door, shattering the car door until he fell unconscious.

I moved forward to help, but Dean pulled me back.

"Wait," He watched the vampires.

Luther moved forward.

An arrow pierced one of the vampires, and we ran out of the trees.

Dean paused to line up and shoot another vampire with his crossbow.

Sam turned to Luther, who backhanded him.

Dean grabbed a machete, but Luther had his arm around Sam's throat.

"Don't! I'll break his neck," Luther threatened. "Put the blade down."

Dean was motionless, and Luther tightened his hold on Sam's neck, cutting off his air supply completely.

Dean dropped the machete.

"You people," he sneered. "Why can't you leave us alone? We have as much right to live as you do."

"I don't think so," John shot Luther between the eyes.

He let go of Sam, falling to his knees with a choked gurgle.

I didn't need his mate's wail of anguish before she was pulled away to know Luther was dead.