Arguments and Kidnapped
"How do you know." Sam repeated.
I waved a hand, "And none of this, because I know or said so bull."
John took a heavy breath before passing something from his pocket to Dean who stood the closest. "I found this."
I looked over Dean's arm to see and recognized it immediately. "It's a...vampire fang." Dean realized after several seconds.
"Not fangs, teeth." John corrected. "The second set descends when they attack." John looked from Sam to me. "Any more questions?"
Sam looked away with a sullen look but stayed quiet. I pulled the basic teenage move and crossed my arms looking away with the mutter of "Whatever."
John scowled, never one to take that kind of disrespect from his children but all that thought did was brutally remind him how she wasn't a child. How he had no hand in bringing her up to become the woman she was today, he had no right in telling her how to behave. Once again, he was almost crippled by the overwhelming guilt of giving up his only daughter before forcing it back like every day before now, "Let's get out of here, we're losing daylight." I opened my side of the car door, wondering if I had any candy. I needed the sugar after the day I was having. Of course, dad couldn't leave without a comment, patting the hood of the car as he passed. "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 going to ruin it."
Dean looked down at his car, Sam gave Dean a look, and I scowled at John's back as he left to his truck.
Sam was driving now while I sat in the back having given up on my candy search, Dean was reading the page on vampires dad had given him. I already knew what he was reading but I listen anyway, leaning against the car window. "Vampires nest in groups of eight to ten." Not all of them, the ones I dealt with were usually loners. "Smaller packs are sent to hunt for food." Which usually meant hoards of people being dragged to a feast, they're the food. "Victims are taken to the next where the pack keeps them alive, bleeding them for days or weeks." Dean closed the book with a grumble. "I wonder if that's what happened to that nine one one couple."
"Most likely." I said, picking at my finger nails.
"It'd me nice if dad would tell us what he's thinking." Sam grumbled.
Dean looked at Sam, "So it is starting." I rolled my eyes, this family always seemed to be fighting over something, usually about dad.
Sam glanced over, "What?" He demanded.
"And here comes the fight." I grumbled under my breath even though I was clearly heard.
"Don't think I haven't noticed your attitude towards dad all day!" Dean snapped. I glared at him, "We've been looking for dad all year." No need to remind us. "Now we're not with him more than a couple of hours and there's static between all three of you." How else was I supposed to treat the man that abandoned me.
"Look, I'm happy he's okay." Sam insisted. "And I'm happy that we're all working together."
"Well good." Dean said.
"We're one big happy family." I said as sarcastically as I could with a bright smile before dropping it back into a scowl, arms crossed just under my chest.
Sam couldn't stop himself from going on with his side of the argument. "He treats us like we're children." Dean groaned but I agreed with Sam. "He barks orders at us and expects us to follow them without question." Last guy who barked orders at me like John Winchester was my freshman high history teacher, he quit not a week later. "He keeps is on some crap need to know deal."
"He does what he does for a reason." Dean said, trying to make excuses. I scoffed, not believing it for a second.
"What reason?!" Sam demanded.
"I can't see any reason for him." I muttered.
"There's no time to argue, there's no margin for error. We have a job to do!" Dean exploded. "It's just the way the old man runs things." Well the way he ran things were crap in my opinion.
"Maybe that worked when we were kids but not anymore." Sam said, trying to make Dean see his side of things. "Not after everything the three of us have been through. And don't forget about Chris," I looked up from scowling out the window at the sound of my name. "He made you think she didn't exist. He never even mentioned her to me. Are you cool with that? Falling into line and letting him run the whole show." He took his eyes off the road to look at Dean with a challenge in his eyes.
Dean looked as if he was trying to make excuses again as he said, "If that's what it takes."
I turned back to look out the window. "Grow a backbone against him already." I said clear as day and Dean winched.
There was a barn in the local woods but it wasn't empty like it should be, a family of vampires had made it they're nest. The vampire were drinking and dancing like a group of animals, with music blaring. The couple that had called the police were now tied to a post in the middle of the room. One of the vampires stepped up to the male captive holding a drink, "Have some beer, buddy. It will calm your nerves."
Politely, as to not agitate his captives, he declined.
"Aww, come on." The man said with a pout. "You drink enough, I can taste it in your blood." He sneered. The man turned to the woman, "How about you babe?" This time, he didn't both to wait for an answer, sticking the mouth of the bottle into hers and forcing her to drink or drown.