Vampires Mate

"Told you I knew what I was doing." I smirked, clapping my hands together late that night. The campfire I just made burned brightly.

Sam nodded, "Never doubted you for a second."

I rolled my eyes. "Really, cause I seem to remember you whispering to Dean how I would never get it started." As I said this with a smirk, John was handing Dean a bag.

Sam has the nerve to blush. John said, talking about what was in the bag, "Saffron, skunk's cabbage and trillium. It'll block out scent and hers until we're ready."

Dean sniffed it only to start coughing. "Stuff stinks!"

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

I wrinkled my nose, I could smell it from here. "It would keep me away if I had any choice in this." But I knew it was this or be murdered by a bunch of vamps who have my scent.

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

Instead of giving some bull answer about how he just knows, John actually explained this one. "Vampires mate for life, she means more to the leader than the gun." Sounds like something out of a cheesy teen novel. "But the blood sickness is going to wear off soon so you don't have a lot of time."

"A half hour oughta to do it." Sam decided.

"Awesome." I muttered, cautiously sniffing at the stuff. It smelled just as bad as the first time I did it.

"Then I want you out of the area as fast as you can." John said firmly.

I opened my mouth to protest but Dean beat me to it. "You can't take care of them all yourself."

"I'll have her," John nodded to the unconscious Kate still on the ground. "And the colt."

I looked down at Kate and blew a tuft of hair out of my face. "This has bad idea written all over it."

"We will meet up, right?" Sam asked hopefully. "Use the gun 'together' right?" There was a long pause and I looked down, clenching my fists. I knew he was planning on leaving again. "You're leaving again, aren't you?" Sam demanded. "You still wanna go after the demon alone?" I was pissed, we deserved to be there to see the end of this big macho showdown. "You know, I don't get you." Sam said firmly. "You can't treat us like this."

"Like what?" John snapped in a demanding tone.

"Like children."

"Like we aren't capable of protecting ourselves." I muttered. Hell, Sam was on his own for four years and I've been on my own for over twenty, Dean was the one that tracked us both down and we were all still alive long before we all came together.

"You're my children." John said. "I'm trying to keep you safe," his gaze traveled to me and my glare. "Or as safe as I can get you."

And then Dean did something he had never dared to before, something that made everyone look to him in absolute shock and disbelief. "Dad, all due respect but uh, that's a bunch of crap." Daddy's little soldier had finally got a backbone against dad.

"Excuse me?" John said, tone dangerous.

"This is gonna be interesting." I muttered to Sam who silently nodded with a dumbstruck look on his face.

"You know what Sammy, sweetheart (the nickname he'd given me that I hadn't heard in a while) and I have been hunting." Dean started. "Hell, you sent us on a few hunting trips yourself." We nearly died on quite a few of them to. "You can't be that worried about keeping us safe."

"It's not the same thing, Dean." John said like it was any different.

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

"This demon?" John started. "It's a bad son of a bitch." But I already knew that, we all knew that. "I can't make the same moves if I'm more worried about keeping you alive." I narrowed my eyes, not liking the sound of this at all.

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

I sneered, "Reckless as in leaving us with another dead parent."

"Look, I don't expect to make it out of this fight in one piece." John tried to explain himself. "Your mother's death...it almost killed me." As if her death didn't change the three of us. "I can't watch my children die to. I won't." Hell, I could have died anytime the last twenty years and he never would have known.

"What happens if you die?" Dean demanded. "If we could have done something about it?" Instead of sitting on the sidelines that he thought we were apparently going to do without a fight. "We should do this together." Both Sam and I nodded. "We're stronger as a family, we just are."

I sighed heavily, "Even I have to admit it."

John decided to ignore the whole conversation. "We're running out of time." I looked down with a scowl already on my face. "You do your job and you get out of the area." Sam clenched his jaw. "That's an order." Dean looked down...looking like he was forcing back tears. John Winchester once again making his children's lives miserable.

That night, John was driving down the road in his truck. Kate was leaned against the door in the other seat. John looked in his rearview mirror, seeing headlights speeding towards him.

At the vampire nest in the barn, one of the vampires was standing just outside the door, drinking his beer. "Here it is." I whispered to Dean, passing over the machete he'd been looking for. By the time the vampire turned around, it was to get beheaded by Dean. "Come help me!" I called, trying to pry open the gate that held at least twenty people captive inside.

While we did this, John was forced to a stop in the middle of the road as two cars blocked him.