A/N: WARNINGS:

1. Outdid myself on violence
2. Graphic descriptions of throwing up
3. Organs everywhere
This turned out to be short somehow. Oopsie.

Dead Man's Blood

I laid down with my head on Dean's solid stomach as I kept weaving the steel needle through the worn out threads. Dean was flipping through the newspaper while Sam was happily chatting with Jessica on his own bed.

"There's nothing here." Dean groaned, throwing the newspaper to the floor. His hands came up to my neck and fiddled with the neckline. "Come on, sweetheart. A little fun?"

I dared to look at him and he waggled his eyebrows. "No." He whined playfully and slipped a hand down my shirt to trace the edge of my bra. I slapped his hand away. "Sam's over here."

"Sammy, can you leave."

"No. Fuck you." was the prompt answer. But he did get up and grab his laptop. "But I think I'll go somewhere more quiet."

"Find us something to do would you." Dean called as Sam slammed the door shut, still talking to Jessica with the phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. "Bitch." he muttered. "Won't even answer me."

"You did just kick him out." I finished off the knot.

"Oh please. He wanted to leave." Dean's hand ducked under my bra to trace my nipple. I shivered involuntarily and clenched my thighs together. Oh hell. "You're awfully sensitive today."

"Mm." I tried to hold back a moan when he pinched.

His hand splayed out to cover my entire breast with his warmth and I nearly melted into a puddle. "Wanna have some fun now?" Dean's voice was low and teasing.

I tossed my crochet onto the other bed and started taking off my clothes. "Now that I'm all hot and bothered? Yeah."

It was a whole day well spent. And I was… well, spent. How many rounds had we gone? Four? Five? I glanced at the clock blearily. Man, it had been four hours? I'd lost track of how many times I'd reached my climax and to think that Dean had only come twice. He still looked like he wanted to go another round, but was holding back for my sake. His stamina was truly insane.

I grimaced when I moved to lay down a little more comfortably. Everything ached. And I knew Dean had been gentle. I had no doubt Dean would have gone for more if Sam hadn't called him. He was now on the phone with Sam in a corner of the room flipping through John's journal. I closed my eyes and half listened to the conversation, not really processing any of the things being spoken.

"Here." A glass clinked onto the nightstand next to me and I reached out for it. Dean, now in his jeans again, sat down and started unfolding a fresh pair of clothes for me. "We think we have a case. Manning, Colorado."

"Mhm." Case. Colorado. Mountains. Snow. Vacation. Skiing. Home.

"Sweetheart." Dean's hand was gently on my thigh. "You back yet?"

The cold water woke me up from whatever trance I was in. "Yeah. Yeah, sorry." I blinked my eyes to try and focus again.

"Sam's meeting us again in a few. We're leaving immediately."

I lifted the blanket to look down at the sticky mess left under. "Can I please take a shower?"

Dean smirked. "Only if I can join in."

He earned nothing but a light smack.

It was nighttime when we made it to Elkins' cabin. I parked my bike next to the Impala and followed the brothers, boots crunching on the thick layer of snow.

I crouched down to pick the lock – oh my back – and I pushed the squeaky wooden door open. Dean and Sam trailed behind cautiously.

"Salt by the door." Sam pointed out.

"You mean protection against demon salt, or 'whoops I spilled the popcorn' salt."

"More like 'we should get a hula hoop of salt' salt." I winced at the horrible salt circle. It was clearly made for efficiency and not aesthetic purposes, but man did it hurt my eyes.

"Do you think this guy Elkins was a player?" Sam asked.

"Definitely," Dean grabbed a journal from the coffee table. "This looks a hell lot like Dad's."

"Except it dates back to the '60s." Sam read the diary entries.

I pulled on Dean's arm and he lowered the diary for me to read too. "It's a Hunters' diary."

Dean hummed in agreement. He closed the book and we decided to continue traipsing around the house.

"Whatever attacked him, it looks like there was more than one." Sam noted.

I brought my flashlight up to the hole in the ceiling. "Strong ones to add."

"Looks like he put up a hell of a fight too." Dean's flashlight lit up the mess in the room. We walked into the next room and Dean knelt down.

"You got something?" Sam asked. He and I joined Dean on the floor.

"I dunno. Some scratches on the floor."

"Death throes maybe?"

I produced a pencil and notepad from my pocket and ripped out a page. Dean took it to the floor and started scribbling over the page. "Or maybe a message." He muttered.

The note revealed three letters and six digits. And with how many letters I'd sent out to Hunters all across America thanks to Bobby's connections, I knew exactly what they were. "Mail drop."

"Just the way Dad does it." Sam whispered.

I let my bike rumble as Dean and I watched Sam go and pick up the letter from the mail drop. He slid into the Impala and passed it to Dean who held it so I could see it through his window. "J.W." I read the initials of the recipient.

"John Winchester." Sam nodded.

"Should we open it?" Dean debated with himself.

I felt a presence next to me. I whipped out my gun and aimed it at the man standing just a foot away from my bike with a smile. "John!" I gasped. I quickly put my gun away.

"Dad!" Sam and Dean said with excitement, especially when John slid into the backseat.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" Sam was already beside himself with excitement, and Dean too vibrated with joy. He looked so damn happy. "Are you all right?"

John chuckled. "Yeah, I'm ok. I read the news about Daniel, I got here as fast as I could. I saw you kids at his place."

"Why didn't you come in, Dad?" Sam's voice had gone soft.

"You know why." John sounded sad. "Because I had to make sure you weren't followed… by anyone or anything." He turned to Dean. "Nice job covering your tracks by the way."

Dean's chest puffed out with pride. "Yeah, well, we learned from the best."

Sam suddenly frowned. "Wait, you came all the way out here for this Elkins guy?"

"Yeah. He was… he was a good man." John sighed. "He taught me a hell of a lot about hunting."

"Well you never mentioned him to us."

"We had a… we had kind of a falling out. I hadn't seen him in years." He motioned for the envelope. "I should look at that." He pulled out a pocket knife and sliced it open. "'If you're reading this, I'm already dead'… that son of a bitch."

"What is it?" Dean asked.

"He had it the whole time."

"Dad what?" Sam repeated.

"When you searched the place, did you see a gun. An old revolver, an antique, did you see it?"

The colt. We were that close to the end of Season 1 already? John's eyes landed on me. "You know what I'm talking about."

"It wasn't there." I answered.

John clenched his fists. "They have it."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "You mean whatever killed Elkins?"

John started getting out of the car. I spotted his lifted truck just a ways down from where the Impala was parked. "We gotta pick up the trail."

"Wait. You want us to come with you?" Sam's voice could barely contain his excitement.

"If Elkins was telling the truth we gotta find this gun."

"The gun, why?"

"Because it's important, that's why." Such a dad answer.

"Dad, we don't even know what these things are yet." Dean leaned out of the window to continue talking to John.

"They were what Daniel Elkins killed best: Vampires."

"Vampires? I thought there was no such thing."

"I thought they were extinct. I thought Elkins and others had wiped them out. I was wrong." John started heading to his car. "Sharon, you know about Vampires, right? Tell the boys."

"You knew about Vampires?" Both brothers asked at the same time.

I shrugged and pointed to my head. "It was classified until now, I guess." I cleared my throat and started explaining. "Most of the things on TV about vampires are wrong. The whole garlic, crosses, thing. Not being able to come in without an invitation… all that stuff. Sunlight is a pain to them but they won't die of it, and they look fine in mirrors too… uh…" What else… "You can't kill them with a stake to the heart either. Beheading works."

"Huh." Dean started Baby back up when John's truck pulled up in front of us.

3rd Person P.O.V.

John watched the kids sleeping in the two beds. It was a rare moment of quiet, even with the cop's radio buzzing in the background. It reminded him of before the fight, before Sammy left him and Dean alone– well not alone, Sharon had been there, joining them on occasion. But she had a life outside of hunting, and no matter how many people he was with… no one would ever replace his Sammy, his son.

He nudged at the half eaten burrito in front of him that Sharon had shoved under his nose. 'Bought too much.' she'd muttered and then Dean had opened up a beer for him, and Sam had fiddled with the radio to the right channel. John cracked a smile. Sometimes he wondered if it was him taking care of the kids or the kids taking care of him.

He pushed himself up and wandered over to the beds. Sam was sleeping sprawled out, his legs almost hanging off the bed because of his height, and the blanket had been kicked down to somewhere. He picked up the thin motel blanket and threw it over his youngest, smiling when the boy curled a little more in peace.

John then walked over to where Dean and Sharon were asleep. Dean had his arm over her, and Sharon had her head resting on Dean's chest. They both looked peaceful. The silvers of their rings caught the moonlight and John found himself reaching for his own wedding band. It glistened in gold instead of silver, and if he closed his eyes he could almost imagine Mary's face lighting up with joy when he presented her with a diamond studded ring of gold. For six whole years, he'd enjoyed the sight of it on her, and now all he had left to remind him of it was a thin band of gold.

He broke into a smile when Dean's eyes opened up sleepily to brush Sharon's hair off his chin, before hitting the pillow again, his arm just a tad bit tighter around his wife's waist. Yeah… Mary's hair would also tickle him in his sleep and he used to have to hold himself back from sneezing every time the fan blew strands of her golden hair into his nose.

He ruffled Dean's hair, and his eldest son blinked grumpily up at him. "Sorry son, go back to sleep."

"Mm." Dean huffed before going back to snoring.

John walked back to the armchair he had been in, and flopped back down.

He let his eyes close for just a moment. This was peaceful. He could live with this forever. And then Sammy would bring home his girlfriend, Jessica if he remembered right, and John would officiate his wedding too. Dean would be Sam's best man, Sharon the ring bearer if not the maid of honor, and Bobby would be pretending to not cry in a corner. Jessica would be walked down the aisle by her father and her mother would sob openly at the sight. Yeah, he could live with this. He just needed the Colt. just needed to kill Azazel. He was close, so close.

He grabbed the beer Dean had opened and started chugging it down, occasionally nibbling at the cold burrito and paying rapt attention to the radio as it started to get serious.

Unit 22 let me confirm. Mile marker 41,abandoned car. You need a workup?

Copy that. Possible 207. Better get forensics out here.

That was all John needed to tap the three kids' feet.

"Sam, Dean, Sharon. Let's go."

Dean woke up first, reflexively listening to orders. Sam was next, pushing himself up with a frown. Then at last was Sharon, slouching in the bed with a frown and her hair all over her face. If John hadn't gotten used to the sight, then he would have shot her with rocksalt.

"I picked up a police call." John found himself explaining. He put on his jacket and tossed the kids their own. "A couple called 911, found a body in the street. Cops got there, everyone was missing. It's the vampires."

"How do you know?" Of course it was Sam who challenged. He nearly missed the stubborn defiance.

"Just follow me, ok?"

John let the motel door click behind him, just to remind the kids it was urgent.

1st Person P.O.V.

"I don't see why we couldn't have gone over with him." Sam sulked.

"Oh don't tell me it's already starting." Dean groaned. And honestly? I shared his sentiment. I doubted I had enough strength in me to break up a fight between a father and a son. "What have you got?" Dean asked when John walked up.

"What's starting?" Sam muttered under his breath.

"It was them all right." John nodded. "Looks like they're heading west. We'll have to double back to get around that detour."

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

"Sam…" I gently slapped Sam's arm, and he glared at me.

"I just wanna know we're going in the right direction."

"We are." John pulled out something and passed it to Dean. "I found this."

"Vampire teeth." I realised.

"Yes. the second set descends when they attack." John fixed Sam with a steely gaze. "Any more questions?" Sam looked away with pressed lips. "All right, let's get out of here, we're losing daylight."

We all headed to our respective rides. "Hey Dean." John suddenly said. "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, his face red. Sam sniggered and Dean's fists clenched tight.

Dammit, John. I placed a hand on Dean's arm. "Hey, it's fine." I whispered to him. "You love the car. And that's what matters, right?"

He shook it off. "I should take better care of it."

Really, John? I could feel a headache coming on. Was that the best way John could remind Dean that Baby was overdue on maintenance?

I liked the snow, but maybe driving in it, not so much. My bike was starting to lose grip on the road thanks to the ice forming after the sun had melted the snow just by the lanes. It took both hands to drive comfortably, and one hand with a shocking amount of concentration and strength to keep the tiny vehicle upright. Dammit. I grimaced as I nearly lost control once again. The giant truck, John's truck, in front of me seemed to have no trouble driving, and Baby's headlights didn't even waver slightly behind me. My Kawasaki might have better mileage and speed than both the four wheelers in front and behind me, but it sure required a lot of control.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I strengthened my grip on the handles before carefully pulling out the ringing phone.

"Sharon," John's voice was calm on the other side. "Pull off at the next exit."

"Why? Is everything okay?" I held the phone with one hand as I steadied my bike. Damn ice.

"We might have the vampire's tail."

Oh. "Alright."

"Sam and Dean are going to pull over…"

His voice got drowned out by the roar of Baby's engine as she crossed both me and John. I turned to look at Sam gunning the engine and Dean yelling at him.

Suddenly, John's truck slammed to a stop. I twisted the brakes too, but the ice had other plans. The world tilted. My bike went slamming into the back of his truck and my neck hit the asphalt.

The wind was knocked out of me and I couldn't even scream from pain or shock. What. The. Actual. Fuck.

My head spun. What the hell. I pushed myself up, and took note of what was happening.

My heart was racing. My head was spinning. And my ears wouldn't stop ringing. My body seemed fine. The brakes had kind of slowed me down enough to not cause severe damage. But I was definitely bruised. The shiny black paint of my bike had been scratched up, but otherwise it seemed to be fine.

I took deep breaths to kind of try and get myself back to reality. If the vampires were on our tail then I very well couldn't just lie in the middle of the road like this.

Sam and John were arguing. And with each passing moment they got louder and louder, and with each increase in decibel increased the pounding in my head.

Dean. Where was he?

Strong hands were pulling me up. I gasped as the world went white.

"Shit, Sharon, I'm so sorry." Sammy kept apologising.

"That was risky, son. Look at what you've done!" John was angry.

"Can you two not fight? You're not helping." Dean. I was hoisted up somewhere, and someone was taking off my helmet. "Hey, hey, sweetheart." Oh Dean. I leaned forward into his arms. "Yeah, yeah. I gotchu." His hands peeled my eyes apart. "Follow Sammy's finger." I focused on the long fingers of the youngest Winchester as he moved them from side to side.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" John raised his fist.

"Zero." I managed.

"Now?"

"Three."

"Now?"

"Eleven." I cracked a smile. "Kidding. Just one."

"Not a concussion." John plucked me off the back of his truck and placed me in the passenger's seat. I was too out of it to protest.

"You good enough for the fight?"

I turned to my left to see John handling the truck with ease. "Yeah." the throbbing in my head had gone down, and I felt fine otherwise. And it wasn't like I hadn't fought with bruises before. "I'll be fine."

"Sam didn't mean it." John said quietly.

"It's fine." I winced. My answer came out harsher than I'd wanted it to. "I mean– I get it. He was upset with something. And he got a little reckless. I don't blame him."

"He should have been more careful. You could have died."

"It's fine. He didn't mean it." The car fell silent again, just the low hum of Zeppelin coming from the music system. "You should talk to Sam. And Dean."

"Why?" he grunted. "They don't wanna talk to me."

"You're their Dad."

His grip tightened on the steering wheel. "I stopped being that ever since Mary died."

"Intentionally?" I pressed.

His eyes were a sad blue when he answered. "No."

"Then you guys should talk."

The beat up Camaro pulled up to the barn. I joined Dean, Sam, and John behind the bushes.

"You sure you should be here?" Dean asked once more.

"I'm fine." I huffed.

"I-i really didn't mean to– I'm so sorry–"

"Sam, I said it's okay." I patted his shoulder. "It's fine, okay? I'm alright."

"Still…"

"It was the ice's fault. Wouldn't have happened on another day." I refocused on the vampires. "That guy's hot."

Dean scowled. "Hello? Husband here?"

"Major flirt, you mean." I rolled my eyes.

"Guys, the sun really doesn't affect them." Sam whispered.

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

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

"Actually…" John stood up just enough to make his way back to his truck. "That's the plan."

A machete. I was standing in the middle of a forest with a machete in my hands and a vampire's nest less than half a mile away. Holy fu– freaking heck.

"Dad I've got an extra machete if you need one." Dean offered the spare in his trunk.

"I think I'm ok. Thanks." John revealed a shiny serrated machete from his own trunk.

"Wow." Dean's wide eyes never left the weapon as he took it in.

"Wanna hold it?" John held it out to Dean who gingerly took it. He tested out the weight and held it up so the sun glinted off the metal. "So you boys really wanna know about the Colt?"

"Yes sir." Sam answered.

"It's just a story, legend really. Well I thought it was." John looked off into the distance. "Never really believed it until I read Daniel's letter… Back in 1835, when Halley'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." I didn't even remember the details of the story. "They say… They say this gun can kill anything." This. This was the part that actually mattered.

And Dean caught onto it. "Kill anything like, supernatural anything?"

"Like the demon." Sam breathed.

"Yeah, like the demon." John grinned menacingly. "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."

And then John would give up that gun, and his own life to save Dean. I had to make sure things never came to that.

I sat grumpily in the driver's side of the Impala uselessly. My machete laid on the dashboard, also uselessly. Why the hell was I on car duty? And why did we even need someone on car duty? I thought we were gonna kill the vampires outright. And I wanted to be in there with them. I couldn't believe my own thoughts. Just nine years ago I would have been saying I was gonna run in the opposite direction if I ever spotted vampires. I forced out a laugh. Oh how times had changed.

I scooted over to the passenger's side, carefully to make sure I didn't stab myself, and pulled down the visor with the mirror on the back. My hair was as average as ever, but the smile lines around my cheeks were starting to become prominent. I was almost thirty I realised. And to think I used to panic over turning twenty and no longer being a teenager.

Blackheads littered my nose, it was so damn hard to find good face scrubs in gas stations, and my skin had started breaking out in random spots. Not to mention the cracks on my lips… I caught a dry piece of skin in the corner of my mouth and ripped it out. Red bloomed on the normally pink skin and I blinked at the familiar throbbing. My eyes travelled slightly upwards to the mustache. It was due for a threading. I'd given up on the nasty sideburns and the hairs on my cheek and neck. But the least I could do was not look like a man in the upper lips department.

And despite all my flaws, Dean swore I was the most beautiful woman in the world. Why did he even stay with me? I had no idea.

I fiddled around with the crocheted dolls that always rolled around the wedge between the backrest and the actual seat. It was almost time for the men to come back. Where were they?

"Dad?! Dad!" I heard yells.

I looked to the forest where Dean and Sam were running up with their eyes trained on a figure behind them.

"Go, go, go!" John yelled. "Get in the car!"

I slid over to the driver's side and knocked the machete to the floor. Dean barreled in just a second later and I spotted Sam easily jumping up into John's lifted truck.

Pedal to the metal, and I pulled out in front of John's truck as I saw the older man clamber into his own vehicle's passenger side through the rearview mirror. Less than a minute later, he and Sam were overtaking me to take the lead. Good, cause I had no idea where to go.

"We're going to the nearest funeral home." Dean said, grimacing as his legs were crunched up thanks to how far I'd had to bring the front seat to even reach the wheel and the pedals. "Could you get any shorter?"

"Skill issue." I bit back.

"Dad said we need dead man's blood." Dean pretended to not hear my comment. "Oh, and he's not driving to the funeral home."

I almost slammed the brakes. "Dude, I don't know which way to go."

"Do you ever look at a map?"

"I thought I was banned from it after saying we should drive off a cliff."

"Huh." he smirked. "Skill issue."

"Flip you." I hit him with the back of my knuckles gently.

He chuckled before motioning to the side of the road. "Pull over, sweetheart. I'll drive."

It kind of hurt my ego, but I wasn't going to say no to a literal front seat view of Dean Winchester, the man himself, driving. Besides, I always drove when we went out on my bike to get dinner or something anyway. "Fine."

"For some reason, dead people places have more security than sick and living people places." I pushed the door to the motel room open.

John put down the gun he'd picked up and nodded. "Did you get the blood?"

"Yeah." Dean revealed the jar of red liquid in his hands.

"Good." John stood up and jerked his head at the crossbows and sniper rifle. "You guys know what to do."

Absolutely wrong timing to admire my beautiful husband considering we were luring out vampires especially through the scope of a sniper… but damn his muscles looked good when he bent over Baby's bonnet. And not to mention his back was gorgeous. The rumble of another car and the crunch of leaves below me had me flickering my eyes to the things making the sound.

I kept my breathing to a minimum on the tree I was perched on. And how did I get up there with my mediocre climbing skills? A frigging grapple hook and harness obviously. I was surprisingly good at rock climbing. With calculated deep breaths, I kept my heartbeat steady, no sign of panic… just yet.

A female walked out of her car with an exaggerated sway of her hips and leaned against Baby. Oh my God, a vampire was flirting with Dean.

"Car trouble?" I read her lips. "Let me give you a lift. I'll take you back to my place."

"Nah I'll pass." Dean was grinning. "Even if my wife's got a necrophilia kink, I'm not indulging her in it."

I couldn't help but smile as I lifted my rifle up again. There was another man below the tree I was on, making his way slowly to where Dean was. But he wasn't a threat to me, or Dean. yet.

"Oooh." the vampire sneered before smacking Dean and lifting him up by the neck. His beautiful green eyes remained focused on her even as he gripped her wrist tightly.

"I don't usually get this friendly until the second date but…"

"You know we could have some fun. I always like to make new friends." And the absolute bitch pulled him down to kiss him. Oh fuck her. I pulled the trigger, and she looked down at her wound. "Damn it. It barely even stings."

A slap from me would sting. I shot the next bullet into the other vampire that had been watching them. He dropped with an open mouth.

"Give it time sweetheart." John mocked. "That arrow's soaked in dead man's blood." Dean slipped out of her hold as she started swaying. "It's like poison to you isn't it?" The female vampire collapsed on the road. "Load her up." John ordered. "I'll take care of this one."

And a head rolled off into the woods.

I hated camping out in the woods, hated it with every fiber of my being. There were too many bugs, too many noises. And the weather always sucked. As much as I liked the snow I didn't want to be out in it for hours on end.

Sam circled the fire, acting as a patrol for any approaching vampires. I just kept playing with my own blade, watching it flick snow every time I let it brush against my boot.

I looked up when I heard snow and dried leaves crunching.

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

Dean followed after with a bag of stinky stuff. "Stuff stinks!" he choked.

John chuckled. "That's the idea. Dust your clothes with the ashes and you stand a chance of not being detected." Dean grudgingly smeared his jacket with the putrid ash.

"You sure they'll come after her?" Sam cringed when he too was passed the bag of ash.

"Yeah. Vampires mate for life. She means more to the leader than the gun." John finally threw on some ash himself. "But the blood sickness is going to wear off soon, so you don't have a lot of time." Thank God I didn't need any… Why was I being passed the bag…? "You probably smell like Dean considering how you two were all over each other."

Oh. Oh. The cold did nothing to stop the flush taking over my cheeks.

"A half hour oughta do it." Sam came to stand next to me and I was thankful for the change in topic.

"And then I want you out of the area as fast as you can."

The three of us kids frowned. "No." was the obvious response.

"I'll have her. And the colt."

"But after. We're gonna meet up right?" Sam raised an eyebrow. "Use the gun together." He looked John dead in the eyes. "Right?"

John didn't reply.

Sam scowled. "You're leaving again aren't you. 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!"

"You are my children. I'm trying to keep you safe."

"Dad, all due respect but, that's a bunch of crap." I hadn't expected Dean to speak up. Even John and Sam were shocked. His voice wasn't exactly angry, it was more resigned than anything. Like he'd come to terms with it.

"Dean…" I whispered.

"Excuse me?" John demanded.

"You know what Sammy and I have been hunting." Dean pressed on. "Hell you sent us on a few hunting trips yourself. You can't be that worried about keeping us safe." I felt like crying.

Surely John would protest, right? I'd taught him how to communicate better than that. "I am." I sighed with relief when John stood his ground. "I knew you boys could handle those trips alone. It's like how I trusted you with a car. You could die any day driving. Hell, Sharon crashed and almost died today."

"Well, a car is a car. Everyone drives!" Dean pointed out.

"We're not exactly everyone, are we son?" John's voice wavered ever so slightly. "I needed to know that you and Sam would be safe if anything ever happened to me. That you two could protect yourselves, if not anything else."

"Well, then I think we've proven ourselves." Dean stood a little straighter, rolling his shoulders back. "So tell me. Why do you want us out of the big fight?"

"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."

"Look… 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 won't." John looked at both his sons sadly.

"What happens if you die? Dad what happens if you die and we coulda done something about it." Dean's voice softened just a little bit. "You know I've been thinking. I… maybe Sammy's right about this one. We should do this together."

Sam nodded.

I remained silent. The family needed their own moment without me crashing in.

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

John didn't say anything. Just looked away at the road. "We're running out of time. You do your job and you get out of the area. That's an order." And we were back to square one. "I need you alive." Maybe on square 1.5.

There was no way the boys were going to listen to John.

"You guys go with John." I pushed a full magazine into my gun. "I can take care of the vamp nest on my own."

"What?" Dean hissed. "No way."

"That's a suicide mission." Sam added.

"Yeah? Well I wonder what's faster. A bullet coated in dead man's blood or vampire legs. Besides, the guns are back up." I hefted my trusty sniper rifle and slung it over my shoulder. "You guys broke the windows right? The vampires don't even have my scent. They might but the stinky stuff should cover that much." The brothers still looked skeptical. "Guys, this is the best case scenario. I won't go in to chop off their heads until all of them are passed out from the blood." I forced a smile despite the hammering of my heart. "How many times have I saved y'all?"

"More than I'd like." Dean relented. "If the plan goes south, you call."

"You bet."

"Not text. Call." Sam emphasised. "We'll be keeping an eye on our phones."

I nodded. "So… we doing this?"

Sam and Dean looked at each other. "We gotta."

Well slam me on the wall and do me sideways. These vampires were hot. As much as I hated Twilight and all those vampire romance stories for all their inaccuracies, I did like them for one thing they got right. Vampires were hot.

I watched each of them through the shattered windows from my perch on the tree. No, like seriously, shooting these suckers was so easy. Why did Sam and Dean always have these elaborate plans on the TV show? Sneaking into the hideout… chopping off vampire heads while they were at full strength… I thought they were true Redneck Americans. Just shoot everything. Get a machine gun full of dead man's blood coated bullets, and bam not a vampire in sight. We didn't even need those irradiating weapons the British Men of Letters used. Machine guns solved everything.

One vampire got close enough to the window for me to shoot. My bullet went straight through the guy's brain. He crumpled to the floor with a howl. Bull's eye. I waited for the other vampires to come crowding near him. Two more… perfect… I shot again. And those two fell to the floor with a shriek as well. A small group of vampires came stumbling out of the barn and I trained my scope on them as well. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.

Rapid fire round. Shoulder shots, leg shots, arm shots, and one neck shot. Not perfect headshots, but good enough. Those mobile shooter games had prepped me well.

I gripped my machete and started easing myself onto the ground. Chop, chop, time to work.

Obviously I wasn't gonna get the vampire's heads in one strike.

"What have we ever done to you!" cried one of them. And then launched into a passionate speech that had another vampire crying. Yeah, I had no time for that.

I slammed the blade down onto his neck and stomped on it with my boot. A little brutal. But it felt good to get the anger out. I blocked out the vampire's screams. He- no, it- was a killer, a monster, and needed to go. I moved onto the next few whimpering ones and repeated the motions.

Blood splattered everywhere. It soaked my boots, soaked my jeans, and even splashed onto my flannel and arms. Man it was bloody.

As the last vampire of the group outside gave their final cries, I stumbled backwards and tried to catch my breath. I felt lightheaded, queasy. I wanted to throw up, but my work isn't done yet. I could throw up and scream later.

"Fucking… bitch…!" a weakened vampire stumbled out of the barn. Another bullet? I grabbed my gun and shot her right in the chest.

Still lightheaded, I walked over to her and separated her head from her body. Man, I'd really overestimated my mental strength. Okay… two more.

The next heads were a blur. All I remembered was screams. And when they died out, I collapsed against the wall, trying to get myself back together. I had to make it back to my bike. And give my report. But hurling once wasn't a bad idea, right? Maybe I would be a little less green when I met up with the Winchesters?

"H-hey…!" came a weak voice.

I snapped my head up and gripped my gun. More vampires? Sam and Dean had stated there were twelve total. Two were dead, and Sam and Dean had texted that four more were tailing John. And I'd taken care of six… then who the hell was crying out?

I made my way cautiously to a separated area of the barn. I blinked in shock at the cages holding people inside. One, two, three, four… There were seven in total.

"Are you guys human?" I asked. They nodded shakily. "Open your mouths." I demanded. "I'm gonna press down on your gums, alright?" They cowered when I reached out for their mouths. I pressed down on their upper gums and nothing slid out. They were humans indeed.

I pulled out a hairpin and got to work. The locks fell with clangs and the people kept staring at me with wide eyes. "You guys never saw me. Alright? This was… some gang violence thing. I don't know. Whatever it was, y'all never saw me."

They nodded with fear and I forced my heavy legs to move outside. Heads and headless bodies littered the outside of the barn. Their blood seeped into the snow and some of their vertebrae stood out on the patches of red on the bright white snow. The moonlight wasn't helping the sight either.

Yeah, I was about to pass out. I collapsed against a tree and took deep breaths. In, two, three, out, two three. In, two, three, out, two, three… a wave of nausea rolled in and I doubled over.

It was hot and sticky and stank. And the smell only made me wanna hurl more. My eyes watered from the smell and I found myself rolling onto a clean patch of snow. I closed my eyes. What the hell was I doing? I was stronger than this. I wasn't weak. I was fine. I had to be fine. I needed to call the others.

I scrolled through my contacts list before finding Dean's. I brought up my phone to my ear and waited for him to pick up. He picked up on the first ring itself.

"Hey, sweetheart."

This must be Heaven. "Hey,"

"You good?"

"Yeah. Just a bunch of dead vampires…" I pushed myself up. Just hearing his voice made me feel a little better. "I got the people out too."

"Awesome."

Oh, I hadn't asked him about his side yet. "What about you guys?" I started making my way to my bike.

"We're done here too." Dean said gently. "Are we meeting up at the motel? Or should I pick you up?"

I hesitated. I could say to meet up at the motel. It would be more convenient. But I also doubted I could safely drive back. I definitely needed adult supervision.

I must have taken too long thinking because Dean followed up with "We're headed in your direction."

"Okay."

"Can you drive?"

"Yeah." I could if he was right in front of me.

"Just sit tight, sweetheart." I could hear Baby's engine roar a little louder on the other side. "Be there in five."

"Six vampires at once…" John smiled when I walked in with Dean and Sam. "You've outdone yourself."

"Thanks." I didn't feel that great. But a compliment was a compliment.

"But you three ignored a direct order back there."

I looked down at my feet. Yeah, we had.

"Yes sir." Sam stood in front of me and Dean, glaring defiantly at John.

"Yeah but we saved your ass." Dean added.

"You're right." John relented.

"I am?"

John sighed. "It scares the hell out of me. You two– three now– are all I've got. But I guess we are stronger as a family. So… let's go after this damn thing. Together."

Dean, Sam, and I stood straighter. "Yes sir."

A/N: John's dialogue was a lot different here than it was in the show. I had him communicate with his kids, and I feel like yeah, this is definitely better.

Ok so like... HOT GUY TALKED TO ME. He waved and smiled at me right before Bio lab, AND SAT NEXT TO ME FOR 10 MINS STRAIGHT. And I held a decent conversation with him, not stumbling over my words, but I did turn bright red. It's fine, right? But more importantly I didn't know he knew I was in his bio lab, we've never even acknowledged each other's presence before bio lab ever. And I never brought it up with him either. So like... WTF. What else does he know about me. Anyway I live for his smile and his beautiful eyes and that lovely voice of his. UGH, and to think I forgot his existence over spring break. T_T