Vampires

John swung open the car door. "We gotta pick up the trail." He said, not offering any more information about this apparent new case he was trying to force us all on.

"Wait, you want us to come with you?" Sam said surprised. Especially since dad didn't even ask about our input, it was like he was expecting us to shoot through hoops of something just because he said it. It kind of pissed me off to be honest.

"If Elkins was telling the truth, we gotta find this gun." John insisted firmly.

I stayed firmly in my seat, "What is so important about this gun?" I demanded.

Dad finally looked at me. "It just is, that's why!" John snapped. Nobody noticed Dean's hand clinching around the steering wheel at someone speaking to his little sister like that.

"Dad, we don't even know what these things are yet." Sam protested.

"They were what Daniel Elkins killed best," John paused for just a second. "Vampires."

I sighed heavily, crossing my arms. "Vampires, I never did like them."

"Wait, hold up." Dean forgot his previous anger. "What do you mean, you've fought vampires? I thought there was no such thing." Now what were they talking about, how can you not know about vampires?

"I thought they were extinct. I thought Elkins and the other had wiped them out...I was wrong."

"Serious wrong." I muttered, having fought against a handful of vampires in my hunting career. I went over everything I could remember about vampires in my mind. I knew that most stuff you found on vampires weren't even a grain of truth. A cross wouldn't repel them, sunlight won't kill them, and a stake to the heart was just an irritation. The one thing I knew was true from the stories and reality was they're love for blood, fresh human blood mainly but I've heard rumors of those that survive on animal blood. They look like they did when they were alive, so they looked as ordinary as anyone on the street. You'd think they were normal...until they attacked you. But by then, it would've been to late.

On a lone side road, a woman and man in a car screamed as the man slammed on his breaks just before he could run over a guy lying in the middle of the road. "Call 911." The man told his girlfriend, frantically unbuckling his seatbelt and nearly falling out the car in his need to make sure the man was still alive. He knelt down before the man, touching his neck to feel for a pulse, looming over him.

The unconscious man, his eyes flew open, fangs forming over his human teeth. Then he attacked the man that tried to help him, the girlfriend watching from the car helplessly, dropping her phone with the police on in the process.

The next morning at the local motel, I was in a now peaceful sleep lying on top of Dean this time, my hair was a mess from my constant turning in the night, adjusting to a third presence in the room that now held four when I was used to just three. John was listening at the table to the police radio when he suddenly stood up, yanking on his jacket.

"Boys, Chris, let's go." He tapped the feet of his children to wake them up. Dean jolted awake and I shrieked as I fell off the bed.

"I need my own room." I muttered, face planted into the cheap carpet. It wasn't the first time I've been flung off the bed. But having multiple motel rooms was to expensive for our no paying jobs, not to mention dangerous with our line of work to be separated like that.

"I picked up a police call." John explained as I pushed myself off the floor.

"What happened?" Sam asked yawning as he sat half up, rubbing his eye tiredly.

"A couple called nine one one, found a body in the street." John explained, already standing at the door. "Cops got there everyone was missing. It's the vampires."

"Always with the vampires." I grumbled, still on the floor as I tugged on my combat boots.

"How do you know?" Sam asked, quickly standing from the bed without stepping on me.

"Just follow me, ok." John said, giving no information as he walked out the door. This was getting more annoying and irritating by the second.

Sam was up and putting on his jacket by the time I stood, grabbing my own off the back of the armchair. "Vampires." Dean laughed, half asleep and still sitting on the bed. "Gets funnier every time I hear it."

An hour later, I was scowling with arms crossed leaning against the impala while dad was busy talking to one of the officers at the end of the street. Sam was sulking right beside me, "I don't see why we couldn't have gone over with him."

"I don't do well when it comes to orders." I huffed angrily.

Dean groaned loudly, "Please tell me this isn't happening."

"What?" Both Sam and I demanded only to grow silent as John arrived back over.

Dean quickly straightened up like a good little soldier. "What you got?"

"It was them alright." John said looking without a doubt. "Looks like they're heading west." And how did he know that. "We'll have to double back to get around that detour." As if we were just supposed to do what we were told.

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

"This is something I wanna hear." I grumbled, straightening up as I tucked my hands into my pockets.

"Sam, Chris..." Dean protested, feeling he had to say something but really not wanting to be here for this.

"I just wanna know we're going in the right direction." Sam snapped in a sharp tone. I wasn't planning on going anywhere until we got some sort of answer from dad that only Dean didn't seem interested in.