Selina Winchester (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Dead Man's Blood

It's been a while since we last saw John. To pass the time we've taken down two wannabe bloggers, a Shtriga, and a ghost that kept killing the owners of a painting. "Well, dude. Not a decent lead in all of Nebraska." Dean claimed as he folded up a newspaper "What've you got?"

"Well, I've been scanning Wyoming, Colorado, South Dakota. Here. A woman in Iowa fell 10,000 feet from an airplane and survived,"

I snorted "Sounds more like 'That's Incredible' than, uh, 'Twilight Zone',"

"Yeah,"

Dean smirked "Hey you know we could just keep heading east. New York. Upstate. We could drop by and see Sarah again,"

I rolled my eyes at what he was implying, Sarah was a woman Sam met during the ghost painting case

"Cool chick man, smokin'. You two seemed pretty friendly. What do you say?"

"Yeah, I dunno, maybe someday. But in the meantime, we got a lot of work to do Dean, and you know that" Sam said

"Yeah, all right. What else you got?"

I looked at my screen "Ahh, a man in Colorado, a local man named Daniel Elkins, was found mauled in his home," I reported

"Elkins? I know that name,"

I looked over at Sam as he shook his head

"Doesn't ring a bell," Sam said. Seeing Dean rack his brain around the name I carried on

"Sounds like the police don't know what to think. At first, they said it was some sort of bear attack and now, they've found some signs of robbery," I continued

"Mm-hmm," Dean was flicking through John's journal "There, check it out,"

I pouted when he showed Sam and not me.

"You think it's the same Elkins?" Sam asked

"It's a Colorado area code,"

I closed the lid of my laptop knowing we were going on a road trip.

***

"Looks like the maid didn't come today," Dean said.

I stood outside the door waiting for them to realize. I rolled my eyes when they kept looking around. "Hey boys, there's salt over here. Right beside the door,"

Dean didn't even look up as he flicked through Elkins' journal "You mean protection against demon salt, or 'oops I spilled the popcorn' salt,"

"It's clearly a ring, or else I'd be right next to you knocking some sense into you," I quipped.

Sam came over and cut a line, I stepped into the room thanking him "You think this guy Elkins was a player?"

"Definitely," Dean said

Sam walked towards us "That looks a hell of a lot like Dad's,"

"Yep, except this dates back to the 60s," we carried on walking around the cabin.

"Whatever attacked him, it looks like there was more than one," I claimed as I looked at the hole in the roof.

"Looks like he put up a hell of a fight too,"

"Yeah," I turned and saw Dean looking at the floor "You got something?"

"I dunno. Some scratches on the floor,"

"Death throes maybe?"

"Yeah, maybe," Dean grabbed a page from the notebook and rubbed a pencil over the marks causing an outline to appear on the paper "Or maybe a message," he handed the paper to Sam "Look familiar?"

"Three letters, six digits. The location and combination of a post office box. It's a mail drop," Sam noted

"Just the way Dad does it,"

***

Sam and Dean came back into the Impala

"So what was in the box?" I asked

Sam handed me the envelope as he looked at Dean "'J.W.' You think? John Winchester?"

"I don't know. Should we open it?"

I jumped and growled when I heard a knock on Dean's window.

"Dad?" Dean said

I scooted over when John came into the backseat

"Dad, what are you doing here? Are you all right?" Sam asked

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

"That was you...heads up next time John. You were about to be werewolf chow," I quipped

"Why didn't you come in Dad?" Sam asked

"You know why. Because I had to make sure you weren't followed..."

I growled and Dean looked over at me and I silenced

"Nice job of covering your tracks by the way,"

"Yeah, well, we learned from the best," Dean said

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

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

"Well, you never mentioned him to us,"

"We had a...we had a kind of a falling out. I hadn't seen him in years." John gestured to the envelope still in my hands "I should look at that."

I turned to Dean and he nodded

"'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?"

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

"There was an old case but it was empty," I told John

"They have it,"

"You mean whatever killed Elkins?"

"We gotta pick up the trail,"

"Wait. You want us to come with you?"

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

"The gun...why?"

"Because it's important, that's why,"

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

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

I growled at John's statement

"Vampires? I thought there was no such thing," Dean said

"Oh trust me there's such thing...had a couple of territory issues with them when I was with..." I saw them looking at me "Nevermind,"

Sam turned back to John "You never even mentioned them, Dad,"

"I thought they were extinct. I thought Elkins and...and others had wiped them out. I was wrong," John sighed "Most vampire lore is crap. A cross won't repel them, sunlight won't kill them, and neither will a stake to the heart. But the bloodlust, that part's true. They need fresh human blood to survive. They were once people, so you won't know it's a vampire until it's too late,"

I scoffed at the last part and looked out the window as we drove back to the motel.