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Dead Man's Blood; Part Two
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"I got to say something to you. I'm proud of us." -Dean Winchester

EMERY WATCHED THE GUY SHE HYPNOTIZED get out of his shit-tastic car. She was glaring at the back of his head as she watched him enter the barn the nest was in, being ushered by another vampire.

"Son of a bitch," Dean voiced. "So, they really aren't afraid of the sun."

"Direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn," John stated. "The only way to kill them is beheading."

"Finally," Emery stated. "We get to do something fun."

Sam and Dean gave her a weird look. She smiled at them cutely and rustled the bush she was sitting in a little. It was rather uncomfortable sitting in thorns, but John said they needed to stay low and watch, so that's what they were doing.

It sucked, but it was life.

"And, yeah, they sleep during the day, but that doesn't mean they don't wake up," John stated, ignoring Emery's comment.

"So, I guess walking right in isn't our best option," Dean said.

"I say we do it anyway," Emery said. "We can take them."

This time, she was ignored by all three of the Winchester men.

"Actually, that's the plan," John stated, Emery fist pumping the air.

She didn't know why she was acting like this. Maybe it was the fact that she cried all night yesterday. Or maybe it was that blue vein thing's fault, but she just really wanted to kill some monsters.

She wanted to feel like her old self again, before John told her she was supernatural. When all she had to worry about was trying not to be killed by monsters and trying to not show her feelings for Dean Winchester.

Those were simpler times.

They went back to the cars, Dean and John opening up their arsenals. Emery stared at John's as it robotically came out, opening automatically. It was already organized, unlike Dean's.

She hated it already.

Dean handed her a machete and she gave him a smile. Emery unsheathed it, making sure it was sharp, before sheathing it again.

"Hey, Dad, I've got an extra machete if you need one," Dean stated, holding up said machete, the leather sheath worn.

John drew his own machete, looking over at the boys and Emery, "I think I'm okay, thanks."

Show off.

"Wow," Dean stated as Emery and Sam secured their machetes onto their pants.

Once done, Emery grabbed both Sam's and Dean's hands, giving them a comforting squeeze. John was being his usual self, but it was taking a toll on both boys. Sam because he wanted to know everything about what was happening and Dean because he just wanted his family back to normal.

Whatever that meant.

"Okay," John stated. "You really want to know about this colt?"

"Yes, sir," Sam answered as all three young hunters looked at John.

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

"Back is 1835, when Haley's Comet was overhead, same night those men died at the Elmo, they say Samuel Colt made a gun. A special gun. He made it for a hunter. A man like us, only on horseback.

"The story goes, he made thirteen bullets. This hunter used the gun half dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. Somehow, Daniel got his hands on it.

"They say- they say this gun can kill anything," John finished, looking at the three other hunters' expressions.

"Kill anything like supernatural anything?" Dean asked. Emery almost threw up.

This gun could probably kill her. She reminded herself not to piss John off. Well, at least not enough for him to shoot her with the gun.

"Like the demon," Sam stated.

"Yeah, like the demon," John agreed. "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."

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Stealthily, they all snuck into the barn via the one window. The boys let Emery go first (what gentlemen), before she jumped down from the hay bails that were conveniently placed under the window. She stopped and waited for her boys, John sneaking quietly to another part of the barn.

The three made their way through the sleeping vampires, each one occupying a hammock that was hanging from the ceiling.

Emery noticed they were all in everyday clothes, whether it be a pair of jeans and a t-shirt (the guys) or a short skirt and a shirt that left little to the imagination (the girls). The brunette wonder if she dressed like that, would Dean actually want her? She shook the thought from her head.

Emery liked her ripped jeans and band t-shirts too much. Though, she has to replace her leather jacket.

Emery suddenly became aware of the wound on her back from the vampire earlier. She prayed to any God out there that it had already scabbed and didn't stench of blood.

That would pose a problem.

Emery made her way to the cage of people she new the nest had. There were a mix of men and women in there, Emery holding up her lips to signal them to be quiet. They all nodded, clutching to one another tightly, bite marks covering each and every one of them. Most had duct tape covering their mouths and taped limbs together, most of them asleep.

The hunter took a look at the lock, glaring when she felt in her pocket for her lock pick. Once pulled out, the girl tried a couple of times, but no dice.

"I'll get you out," Emery promised, whispering to them. "I promise."

Emery looked around when suddenly, Dean was pushing her gently out of the way, before he used a hook to break open one of the things holding the doors closed. The girl glanced back, seeing that it didn't disturb any of the vampires' rest. She also noticed Sam untying a girl that was attached to a wooden beam.

Emery's eyes widened in realization. "Sam, no!"

It was too late, the girl had woken up and let out an animalistic roar. It woke up her fellow nest members and the three hunters were unsheathing their machetes, getting ready for the attack.

"Door, the door!" Emery shouted, pushing the boys in front of her, before they all took off running. They slammed through the barn's main entrance, running out into the sunlight.

The three ran back to the vehicles as fast as they could, only stopping when they got there. Dean turned back, shouting for John as Sam turned to Emery.

"How did you know?" Sam panted.

"Know what?" Emery was confused as she wheezed. For a hunter, she felt totally out of shape.

"How did you know she was a vampire?"

Emery shrugged her shoulders, "lucky guess?"

Dean kept shouting for John, until he finally showed up, running through the bush. Emery sighed, happy that he was alive.

The Wilchester trio turned to the Impala, before John was stopping them.

"They won't follow. They'll wait till tonight," John stated. "Once a vampire gets your scent, it's for life."

"Well, the the hell do we do now?" Dean asked.

Emery's eyes widened. What kind of scent did she give off? Did it smell human or did she smell better?

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

They were back at the hotel, waiting for Dean to get back with the dead man's blood. Sam was pacing nervously while John was flipping through his journal. Emery was picking at her nails, trying to get the dirt out from under them.

"Should he be taking this long? I should go help," Sam was obviously worried about his brother.

"Dean's got it," John said. Emery wasn't sure if it was for reassurance or a demand. "Sammy?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't think I ever told you this, but... The day you were born, you know what I did?"

"No."

"I put a hundred bucks into a savings account for you. I did the same thing for your brother. It was a college fund. And every month, I'd put in another hundred dollars. Until... Anyway, my point is, Sam, that... This was never the life I wanted for you."

Emery felt like she was going to burst into tears. They were making up, sure, but that made the brunette want to cry. She remembered how her parents had put a jar out for her college fund, doing the same thing John had did, except with said jar. She remember how it got smashed during the werewolf attack. Emery had gone back and got the money from the police the next day with John, who had pretended to be child services.

Emery felt herself break down a bit more. She was adopted, but the Wilsons had loved her like their own.

"Then why did you get so angry when I left?"

"You gotta understand something. After your mother passed, all I saw was evil. Everywhere. And all I cared about was keeping you boys alive. I wanted you prepared, ready... Somewhere along the line, I, uh, I stopped being a father. And I-I became your drill sergeant."

Sam walked towards his father, Emery looking between the to with blurry vision, trying to keep the tears at bay.

However, John continued. "So, when you said you wanted to go away for school, all I could think about- my only thought was that you were gonna be alone. Vulnerable. Sammy, it just never occurred to me what you wanted. I just couldn't accept the fact that you and me, we're just different."

Sam was now sitting across from John in the seat in front of the desk. He chuckled, looking down for a second, John asking, "what?"

"We're not different. Not anymore. With what happened with mom and Jess," he laughed again. "We probably have a lot more in common than just about anyone."

And in that moment, Emery saw how much John and Sam were actually the same. And that's why they fought so much. Because their personalities were too alike and they butted heads because of it.

"I guess you're right, Son."

"Hey, Dad, whatever happened to that college fund?"

"Spent it on ammo."

And suddenly, the two were laughing with each other like they were old friends. Emery wanted to punch something. She had kept the tears from falling, but these men (Dean included) made her so angry sometimes.

The door opened a second later, Dean stepping through the door, seizing the laughter that was happening.

"Whew, man, heavy security to protect a bunch of dead guys," Dean said.

"You get it?" John asked as everyone stared at the older Winchester brother.

He pulled a paper bag out of his pocket before pulling a bottle out of that. John took it from Dean, examining the thick, red liquid contained in the jar.

"You know what to do," John stated, before setting the bottle down.

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Hours later, Emery was leaning over the Impala, acting like she was trying to fix it. Dean was digging in the trunk, 'looking' for tools.

"Car trouble?" A feminine voice came from behind her, Emery looking towards it.

A brunette woman was walking towards her. Emery already knew it was a vampire, though it wasn't hard to deduce that. Dean came from behind the Impala, wrapping an arm around Emery's waist.

"Let me give you guys a lift. Take you back to my place."

"Ah, we'll pass," Emery said, reaching into Dean's pocket, going for the dead man's blood they had put in a syringe.

"We usually draw the line at Necrophilia," Dean finished.

"Ooh," the vampire said, before she backhanded Dean. He fell away from Emery and onto the ground, thanks to the force of the hit.

The vampire picked Dean up by his jaw and Emery noticed a male one come up from behind the monster.

"I don't normally get this friendly till the second date, but..."

"You know, we could have some fun," the vamp stated. "I always like to make new friends."

Suddenly, she kissed him. Rage swelled in Emery and she walked forward, plunging the syringe into the vamp's neck. And arrow flew into the other one as Emery made the dead man's blood rush into the vampire's bloodstream.

"Sorry, I don't always stay with a chick that long, definitely not eternity."

The vampire turned around, grabbing Emery by the neck, pressing her nailed fingers into her wind pipe. Emery choked when suddenly another arrow flew and hit the woman in the chest. She dropped Emery, the girl gasping for breath, as John and Sam ran towards the four.

"Dammit," the vampire cursed. "It barely even stings."

"Give it time, sweetheart," Emery spat. She could already feel the bruise forming on her neck. "The syringe? It was full of dead man's blood. The arrows? Soaked in it. That stuff's like poison, right, bitch?"

Suddenly, the girl fainted into Dean's arms.

"Load her up, I'll take care of this one," John stated, Dean carrying the woman away. Emery followed, helping Dean tie her up, before setting her into John's truck. Sam had followed them and they were shortly joined by John, who's machete was covered in blood.

John ordered them to do stuff, before they were rubbing ashes on themselves, which helped them to block their scents.

"...the blood sickness is going to wear off soon, so you don't have a lot of time," John finished his intrusions.

"Half and hour ought to do it," Dean stated, finally sheathing his machete.

"And then I want you out of the area as fast as you can," John stated, before adding, "Emery, I'm gonna need you to stay with me."

"But..." Sam started.

"Woah, Dad, you can't take care of them all by yourself. And Emery's staying with us," Dean said, glaring at the older man.

Emery took a step toward John. She knew she had to go. She couldn't die, so she would be the best option. Emery met Dean's eyes, the hurt evident in them.

"I'll have her," John motioned to the vamp tied to the tree. "And the colt." As an after thought, he added, "And Emery."

"But after, we're gonna meet up, right?" Sam spoke. "Use the gun together."

John didn't say anything.

"Right?" Still nothing.

"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. And you can't take Emery."

"Like what? And I think it's her decision."

"Like children."

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

"Dad, all due respect, but that's a bunch of crap," Emery has never heard Dean talk about John that way. Her eyebrows shot up and into her hairline, surprised.

"Excuse me?"

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

"That's not the same thing, Dean."

"Then what is it? Why do you want us out of the big fight? And why does Emery get to go?"

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

"You mean you can't be as reckless and that doesn't explain why you're taking Emery," Dean voiced his frustration.

John looked between Sam and Dean, before pulling out a gun. All their eyes widened as John aimed it at Emery, pulling the trigger.

Emery froze, her body going into shock as she gripped onto the spot that John had just shot. Her hip was burning with agony and she heard Sam and Dean yell in protest.

"Emery can't die, that's why I'm bringing her."

"Of course she can die! She's human!" Dean protested.

Emery screeched as she made herself dig out the bullet, it actually going quite deep into her body. She grabbed onto the closest thing to her as her pained shrieks passed her lips. That thing happened to be Dean and she squeezed his hand tightly, like she had all those years ago.

Once she had dug the bullet out and stopped cutting the circulation off in Dean's hand, Emery handed the bloodied bullet back to John.

"Look, I don't expect to make it out of this fight in one piece," John stated. "You're mother's death, it almost killed me. I can't watch my children die too. I won't."

"What happens if you die?" Dean asked.

John glanced at Emery, who was breathing deeply, still holding the bullet wound.

"Dad, what happens if you die and we could have done something about it? You know, I've been thinking. I think maybe Sammy's right about this one. We should do this together," Dean stated. "We're stronger as a family, Dad, we just are, you know it."

There was a pause, before John said, "We're running out of time. You do you're job and you get out of the area. That's an order."

John started toward his truck, Emery taking a step to follow, before someone was latching onto her wrist. She turned around to see Dean looking at her with pleading eyes. She gave him a small smile, before kissing his cheek gently.

"I'll see you later, Winchester."

Emery gently pulled her wrist away, walking toward John's truck.

Faintly, she heard Dean say, "I'm counting on it, Wilson."

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Emery was looking at John with wide eyes. "You want me to do what?"

"Just quickly do it, Emery!" John said, his voice angry.

"I don't know how to!" Emery retorted.

It was two late for John to argue more about Emery using her hypnotizing power thing, because once he checked the rearview mirror, there was two sets of headlights following them.

They followed them for a couple miles down the road. That was, until Emery couldn't see the headlights through the dust that was emitted off the road. John kept driving however.

He went around a bend, only to have the vampires appear on the road ahead. There were four of them standing in front of their parked cars.

John stopped his truck, putting it into park before turning it off. They sat there for a minute, before the leader was demanding for them to get out.

Emery and John followed the demand, climbing out.

"Who are you?"

"The names Winchester."

"And Wilson."

"Where are your friends?"

"Cleaning out your nest."

"Where's Kate?"

Emery smirked, pulling on the rope she was holding in her hands. "Come here, Sweetheart."

Kate stumbled out of the truck and into Emery's arms, who held her with a knife to her throat. She was ready to cut off the bitch's head if she needed to.

"Kate, you alright?"

"Dead man's blood," Kate responded to her mate.

"You son of a bitch."

Emery pressed the knife closer to Kate's throat, willing him to go on. She would cut off her head. The hunter was still angry from her kissing Dean.

"I want the Colt, Elkins's gun," John said.

Emery smiled sweetly, "Trade?" Her voice was sickly sweet, venom in the word.

"Is that what this is all about? I mean, you can't shoot us all right? We'll kill you."

"Oh, I don't need it for you," John stated. "I'm saving it for something else."

"Put the Colt down or she gets a little off the top," Emery spat, glaring at the vampire.

He's a cocky son of a bitch.

"Alright," the vamp said. "Just don't hurt her."

He walked forward a few steps, before placing the gun on the ground. He straightened out and Emery looked at his feet.

"Back up," John said.

The vampire took a couple steps back.

"Further."

He continued until he was standing in line with the others. John walked forward with Emery following. The elder hunter picked up the Colt.

"That's a nice move, you almost made it."

Emery felt it before she realized what was happening. The bitch, Kate, swung her tied together hands, hitting the girl in the chin. Emery stumbled back, John charging forward, his machete drawn. He was knocked back too, the gun dropping to the ground.

Emery stood her ground with one of the other vamps as the leader went after John. The hunter could see from the corner of her eye John get knocked back into his truck's door. The window smashed as he collided with it, before he hit the pavement, glass littering around John's unconscious body.

Suddenly, an arrow planted itself through the girl Emery was fighting with and the hunter smirked, kicking the vampire in the stomach, sending her flying into the hood of their car.

Sam and Dean came running from out of the bush, Dean shooting another arrow from his crossbow. It planted into the other vampire, incapacitating it. Sam rushed to the scene, machete at the ready, but he was knocked down by the leader.

Emery grabbed her machete from the ground (she had dropped it when Kate hit her and was charged by the other vamp before she could pick it up), the same time Dean picked up Sam's fallen one.

By that time, the vampire already had Sam on his feet and in a head lock.

"Don't! I'll break his neck! Put the blades down."

Both Dean and Emery, who were standing side by side, holding their weapons at the ready, didn't falter.

The vampire squeezed Sam's neck tighter, making the man gasp for air.

Dean held his hand up, signalling him to stop before he put the machete on the concrete, Emery following is lead.

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

"I don't think so," John's voice drifted, everyone turning their attention to him.

The gun shot rang, the bullet hitting the leader's forehead. The skin seemed to turn to charcoal, cracking and falling away. The vampire let go of Sam, who stumbled into Dean's arms, gasping for breath.

The vamp suddenly fell to his knees, Kate wailing, "Luthor!" in agony. He caught himself right before he collapsed to the ground, trying to hold himself up. A flash of light came from
his forehead, before he finally buckled, his body lying limp on the road.

Kate tried to rush forward, rage obviously overcoming any logical sense, before a vampire was pulling her back, protesting.

They got into one of their cars, before they drove away, Kate sending them one last glare. Emery sent her a little wave with her fingers, smirking.

Emery was suddenly pulled into someone's chest, her nose being invaded with the musky scent that was Dean. The brunette hugged him back, her head digging deeper into the man's chest as he hugged her tighter.

"I wasn't even gone for an hour, Dean," Emery mumbled.

"I don't care, I was worried. I don't care if you can't die," Dean stated before he kissed Emery's forehead.

The girl sighed in content, before mouthing into Dean's chest, 'I love you.'

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They were packing up when John stepped into the room, all three bodies turning to him.

"So, boys," John walked further into the room.

"Yes, sir," Sam answered, like he was addressing a sergeant.

"You ignored a direct order back there."

"Yes, sir."

"And we saved your ass," Dean added on.

There was a pause and Emery gulped, getting ready for the lecture.

It never came, however.

"You're right."

"I am?" Dean asked, confusion clear in his voice.

"It scares the hell outta me. You two are all I've got, excluding Emery, but I guess we are stronger as a family. So, we go after this damn thing, together."

"Yes, sir," Dean, Sam, and Emery said in unison. They each gave John their own little smug face, before they got back to pack in up their belongings.

Emery almost started laughing when she noticed the Carver Edlund book that had been laying forgotten on her bedside table, picking it up and checking what page she was on. She was reading Provenance, the 19th book in the series. They had the Sarah and Sam thing going on and Emery smiled as she noticed it was when Dean had 'dropped' his wallet in the warehouse, getting Sam to see Sarah once again.

Emery quickly dog eared the page, before shoving it in her bag and following her boys out to the Impala. She threw her stuff in the backseat, before climbing in after it.

And just like that, they were on the road again.

But this time, they were hunting down the thing that got the Winchesters into hunting.

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edited.

yasss, dead man's blood is over. i loathed writing that episode, because there is soooo much fighting in the dialogue.

get ready though, next four chapters are season one finale part one and two.

thanks so much for reading.

ilysm.

bye.