Chapter 1! i've always wanted to start a Supernatural fanfic so let's see how it goes

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Rated M for language and lots of gore violence

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July 10, 2006, Manning, Colorado...

John Winchester strolled in the darkness towards a parked Impala, a young teenage girl following behind him. He stopped at least fifty feet from the car, making out two figures inside the car. He turned towards the girl, "You sure this is a good idea?"

"It's the best one you've made since you decided to not go anywhere near the boys," the girl replied, throwing attitude in her expression and voice. She was quite beautiful for her age, making her seem a bit older. She dressed in jeans tucked into black knee-high boots, a maroon v-neck sweater with a black leather jacket. Her dark brown hair glowed black against her pale tan skin; her side-swept bangs tucked behind her right ear. John sighed, exhaustion wearing down on his demeanor. "Let's get this overwith, then."

He marched up to the driver's side window of the Impala and knocked, startling the two men inside. John bent down and smiled at them, relishing their shocked faces. The driver had tan skin and short dirty blond hair; the other looked much younger with longish brown hair. The boys had similar faces to John, like they were father and sons. The driver gasped, "Dad? Grace?"

Grace, the girl, waved as John entered the car, she following suit. She slammed to door shut behind her, "Sam...Dean."

Sam, the boy with the longish hair turned in his seat, "What are you two doing here? Dad, are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," he nodded then turned grim. "Look, I read the news about Daniel. I got here as fast as I could. We saw you two up at his place."

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

"You know why."

"We had to make sure you weren't followed by anyone...or anything," Grace added. John smirked, "Nice job of covering your tracks by the way."

"Yeah, well, we learned from the best," Dean replied, although John ignored it.

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

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

"You never mentioned him to us," Grace pointed out, having heard this for the first time.

John shifted his jaw, "We had a-we had kind of a falling out. I hadn't seen him in years. I should look at that."

Dean followed his father's gaze to the letter in his hand. Dean handed it over and John began reading it aloud, "'If you're reading this, I'm already dead.' That son of a bitch."

"What is it?" Dean glanced at the letter.

"He had it the whole time," John skimmed the rest of the letter.

"Are you sure?" Grace leaned over to read the letter as well. "Damn, he did."

"Wait, what?" Sam demanded.

John ignored them, "When you searched the place, did you-did you see a gun, a Colt revolver? Did you see it?"

"Uh, there was an old case, but it was empty," Dean stammered, surprised by his father's anxiety.

"They have it."

"You mean whatever killed Elkins?" Dean frowned, confused.

"We got to pick up their trail. Grace, get out," John followed Grace out of the car.

"Wait, you want us to come with you?" Sam called out for him. John leaned in on the driver's side window, "If Elkins was telling the truth, then we got to find this gun."

"The gun? Why?" Sam pressed.

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

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

"They were what Danny Elkins killed best-vampires."

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

"You never even mentioned them, Dad," Sam pointed out.

"I thought they were extinct. I had thought Elkins and others had wiped them out," John shook his head. "I was wrong. Most vampire lore is crap. A cross won't repel them, sunlight won't kill them, 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."

"Dad," Grace shook his shoulder. "We should go. Find a place to sleep."

"You're right," he turned back to the boys. "Let's go."

Motel...

Dean and Sam took each bed, asleep and fully clothed. Grace leaned on the table, holding a cup of coffee in her hand as her eyes started to flutter close. John held the police scanner against his forehead in both hands as he leaned on his knees. He quickly turned it off and grabbed his jacket and bumping Grace's shoulder, "Hey, wake up! Sam. Dean. Let's go."

"Hmm-hmm," Dean rustled awake.

"Picked up a police call."

"What happened?" Grace dumped her coffee down the skin in the mini-kitchen.

"A couple called 911. Found a body in the street. Cops got there, everyone was missing. It's the vampires," he stuffed his hands in his pockets and headed towards the door, Grace following.

"How do you know?" Sam rubbed his eyes.

"Just follow me, okay?" John ordered, opening the door as Grace gave a warning look at Sam.

"Vampires," Dean shook his head. "It gets funnier everytime I hear it."

Following morning of July 11, 2006, back road...

Dean, Sam, and Grace waited by the Impala as they noticed John walking back from talking to the police. Sam muttered, "I don't see why we couldn't have gone over with him."

"Oh, don't tell me its already starting," Dean groaned.

"What's starting?"

"Grow up," Grace scolded then turned to John as he approached. "What do you got?"

"It's them alright. It looks like they're heading west. We're gonna have to double back to get around that detour."

"How can you be so sure?" Sam narrowed his eyes.

"Sam...," Dean and Grace warned.

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

"We are," John assured.

"How do you know?"

John stared at him, taking in Sam's doubt. He pulled out something from his pocket, "I found this."

Dean grabbed it and held out a canine tooth, "It's a...vampire fang."

"Not fangs-teeth. A second set descends when they attack. Anymore questions?" John asked Sam who remained silent. "Alright, let's get out of here. We're losing sunlight. Come on, Grace. Hey, and Dean, why don't you touch up your car before you rust? I wouldn't have given you the damn thing if I thought you were gonna ruin it."

Grace hopped in the truck as John started it's engine, driving past the Impala and heading out to the detour, the boys following suit. They rode in silence for awhile, and when she couldn't stand it anymore. Grace blurted, "Was it really a good idea to drag them along like this, Dad?"

"Hey, this was your idea," John pointed out. "I didn't want them involved, but you insisted we meet with them."

"So they could help us. Dad, I know you're not on the best terms with Sam right now, but still...you don't have to keep treating them like they're kids."

"Hey! Don't you talk to me like that," John snapped. "You have no right to talk like that when you're still a child yourself!"

"I'm 17! I've been on more hunts with you than they have in their entire lives!" she gestured to the Impala behind them. "You have me handle monsters and shit and yet you-"

"That's enough, Grace! I'm tired of hearing it...every...damn...time! I've got my own way of doing things and you and the boys are gonna have to suck it up, alright?"

Grace sighed and turned to face forward, "Yes sir."

John chewed the inside of his cheek then reached into his pocket for his phone and tossed it into Grace's lap, "Call Dean."

"And tell him what?" she started dialing.

"Because we got the vampires' trail. Tell him to pull off at the next exit."

Grace held it up to her ear, "Hey, Dean. Dad says he thinks we got the vampires' trial. Yeah...yeah, pull off at the next exit. Alright."

"Now, was that so hard?"

"Dad, I don't question you like Sam does, but I don't blindly follow you like Dean does," she placed the phone in the cup holder.

"I know. You're smart, careful...and a damn good hunter," he glanced at her, staring meaningfully. "I...just wish you didn't have to live this life."

"I know," she nodded, understanding his meaning. She glanced past him out the window and frowned, "What is Sam doing?"

John turned his head towards his left and mimicked Grace's frown as the Impala sped up and swerved as it parked across the road, blocking the truck. John cursed as he hit the brake just inches before hitting the car. Grace jumped out, following her dad as Sam stomped out. John raised his shoulders questioningly, "What the hell was that?"

"We need to talk," Sam demanded.

"About what?"

"About everything," Sam squinted his eyes. "Where are we going, Dad? What's the big deal about this gun?"

"Sammy, come on, we can Q & A after we kill all the vampires," Dean insisted.

"Come on, Sam, he's right. Let's just go," Grace supported, trying to tug John back.

"Last time we saw you, you said it was too dangerous to be together. Now, out of the blue, you need our help," Sam ranted as John stared him in the eye and Dean and Grace sighed helplessly. "Now, obviously something big is going down and we want to know what!"

"Get back in the car," John ordered.

"No."

John stepped closer, "I said get back in the damn car."

"Yeah, and I said no."

"Alright, you made your point, tough guy. Look, we're all tired, we can talk about this later," Dean grabbed Sam and shoved him towards the car. "Sammy, I mean it, come on."

"Come on, Dad," Grace tugged him back to the truck. Sam turned towards the car, "This is why I left in the first place."

"What'd you say?" John stopped as Grace released her grip on him from shock.

Sam turned to face him, "You heard me."

"Yeah, you left. Your brother, sister, and me-we needed you. You walked away, Sam," John shoved him in the shoulder. "You walked away!"

"Stop it!" Dean demanded.

"Dad! Sam!" Grace pulled on John's jacket.

"You're the one who said 'don't come back', Dad. You're the one who closed that door, not me!" Sam raised his voice as John grabbed his collar. "You were just pissed off you couldn't control me anymore!"

"I said stop it!" Dean tried to pull them apart.

"Stop it! That's enough!" Grace dove in and slapped John and Sam. "I said that's enough! Sam, get back in the damn car!"

Sam shifted his jaw and walked back to the Impala. Grace turned towards John, "That means you, too."

She turned back to Dean as John stomped away. They both stared and shook their heads and walked back to their angry partners. Dean muttered, "Terrific."

July 12, 2006, Vampires Lair...

The Winchesters watched a vampire approach in a car then swiftly entered the barn, sunlight shielded by clouds. Dean huffed, "Son of a bitch. So they're really not afraid of the sun."

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

"So, I guess walking right in is not our best option."

"Actually, that's the plan," John smiled at the barn. "Come on. Lets gear up."

They headed back to their cars. Dean opened the trunk and lifted the special compartment, propping it up with a shotgun. John pulled his tailgate down and pulled out a gun locker hidden within the bed of the truck, everything inside neatly organized. Grace strapped a knife to her right thigh and ankle, and hit two inside her jacket, then pulled out a medium-sized machete. Dean grabbed a machete, "Hey, Dad, I got an extra machete if you need one."

John pulled out a large, sharp machete, "Think I'm okay, thanks."

"Wow," Dean nodded, impressed as he and Sam finished strapping their knives on. John closed his gun locker as Grace tied her hair back in a low side ponytail, "So...you kids really want to know about this Colt?"

Dean and Sam stopped and exchanged glances with Grace who nodded, "Yes sir."

"It's just a story...a legend really. Well, I thought it was. 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. The story goes, he made 13 bullets. This hunter used the gun a half dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. Somehow, Daniel got his hands on it. They say this gun can kill anything."

"Kill anything, like supernatural anything?" Dean asked.

"Like the demon," Sam realized. Grace lowed her gaze, feeling isolated from this topic.

"Yeah, the demon. Ever since I picked up it's trail, I've been looking for a way to destroy that thing. Find the gun...we may have it."

Inside the barn...

The Winchesters sneaked inside. John took off to find the gun as the boys and Grace sneaked through the sleeping vampires, all bunked out on hammocks. Dean tried to duck under a hammock, but hit a beer bottle and nudged the sleeping vampire. He recoiled and gripped his machete, preparing to strike. But the vampire smacked his lips and groaned, its sleep undisturbed. Dean glanced up and found Grace standing on the other side of the vampire, her machete in the air. She glanced at Dean and gestured for him to continue following Sam as she made sure the vampire wasn't disturbed. Grace turned and hurried after Dean as they joined Sam who crouched beside an unconscious woman with a bloodstain on her shirt. They whipped their heads over their shoulder, hearing a loud door-slam. "There's more."

Dean quietly walks over to the mesh cage and fiddles with the padlock, noticing lots of tied up people. He grabbed a crowbar as Sam begins untying the woman. Dean quickly popped off the hinge of the cage and froze; Sam and Grace did the same. Dean peered out and sighed in relief as the vampires remained undisturbed. Sam turned back to the woman as she started to stir awake, "Hey, hey, shh. I'm here to help."

The woman's eyes snapped open and began to scream inhumanly at him, awaking the other vampires. Grace ran over and swung her machete down, beheading the woman and ending her screams of rage. They all froze then heard their father's voice, "Run!"

They took off, heading out of the barn as the vampires followed, stopping short of the sunlight streaming through the front entrance. They kept running till they reached their parked cars, turning around as they anxiously awaited their father. Dean panted, "Dad!"

"Dad?" Grace called out. They turned to their right as John came running up to them, unharmed. Grace let out a sigh and hugged him. John released her, "They won't follow. They'll wait till tonight. Once a vampire get's your scent, it's for life."

"What the hell do we do now?" Dean asked rhetorically.

"You've gotta find the nearest funeral home, that's what." Dean blinked in surprise, turning his questioning gaze towards Grace who shrugged.

Motel room...

Sam paced the room as John worked at the table, Grace taking a nap on one of the beds, her backed to them. Sam muttered to himself, "It shouldn't be taking this long. I should go help."

"Dean's got it," John replied as he scribbled down some notes. Sam stopped then continued pacing. John set his pencil down, "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 is never the life I wanted for you."

"Then why'd you get so mad when I left?"

"You gotta understand something. After your Mother passed, all I saw was evil, everywhere," he explained as Grace opened her eyes and listened. "And all I cared about was...was keeping you boys alive. I wanted you prepared...ready. So somewhere along the line, I, uh...I stopped being your father. And I-I became your...your drill sergeant. Ask Grace, she gets it everyday we're together."

Sam gazed at Grace, then sat down across from John as he continued. "So, when you said that you wanted to go away to school, all I could think about, my only thought was that you were going to be alone...vulnerable. Sammy, it just-it never occurred to me what you wanted. I just couldn't accept the fact that you and me-we're just different."

Sam laughed ironically. John smiled, "What?"

Sam shook his head, "We're not different. Not anymore. With what happened to Mom and Jess...we probably have a lot more in common than just about anyone."

"I guess you're right, son."

Grace rubbed the bed sheets between her fingers as she glistened the lightened air in the room. Sam gave an extra laugh, "Hey, Dad? Whatever happened to that college fund?"

"Spent it on ammo."

They continued laughing as the door opened, Dean shaking off his tough demeanor, "Woo! Man, there's some heavy security to protect a bunch of dead guys."

"Did you get it?" Grace got up, leaning on her elbows. Dean pulls out a paper bag and waves at Grace. She groaned, getting up as Dean pulled the bottle full of red liquid out and handing it to John. He smiled, examining it then looking up at Dean, "You know what to do."

Back road...

John, Sam, and Grace watched as Dean was approached by a tall, female vampire. She backhanded him as another vampire appeared. The female vampire grabbed Dean by his cheeks and lifted him up off the ground, she kissed him and Grace released the arrow in her crossbow, hitting the female vampire in the chest. John's arrow hit the other one. They, along with Sam, stomped out of their hiding place as the female vampire released Dean, "Damn it. Barely even stings."

"Give it time, sweetheart. That arrow's soaked in dead man's blood. It's like poison to you, isn't it?"

The vampire's stare lingered then her eyes rolled back in her head as her body fell back. Dean caught her as he was getting up. "Load her up," John ordered, pulling out his machete. "I'll take care of this one."

Sam backed away, Grace following him as they went to help Dean with the unconscious vampire. John held his machete up and striked downwards, decapitating the male vampire in one stroke.

Road side...

The female vampire was tied to a tree near the bonfire the Winchesters started. John handed Dean a bundle to burn, "Toss this on the fire. Saffron, skunk cabbage, and trillium-it'll block our scent, and hers, until we're ready."

"Stuff stinks," Dean replied as he tossed it into the fire.

"Well, that's the idea. Dust your clothes with the ashes and you'll stand a chance of not being detected."

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

"They will," Grace answered. "Vampires mate for life. She means more to the leader than the gun."

"But the blood sickness is going to wear off soon, so you don't have a lot of time," John pointed out.

"Half an hour ought to do it."

"Then I want you out of the area as fast you can. Take Grace with you."

"What?" Grace's jaw dropped.

"But-" Sam started.

"Whoa, Dad, you can't take care of them all yourself."

"I'll have her and the Colt," he reassured them.

"But after. We're gonna meet up, right? Use the gun together. Right?" Grace shuffled forward, pressing the questions, but John refused to look at any of them.

"You're leaving again, aren't you?" Sam narrowed his eyes. "You still want to go after the demon alone? You know, I don't get you. You can't treat us like this."

"Like what?" John demanded.

"Like children!" Grace snapped.

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

"Dad, all due respect, but, uh, that's a bunch of crap," Dean snapped, surprising all of them. John blinked, "Excuse me?"

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

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

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

"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," he gave a pointed look at Grace.

"You mean you can't be reckless," Dean blurted.

"Look, I don't expect to make it out of this fight in one piece. Your Mother's death...it almost killed me," his eyebrows furred. "I can't watch my children die, too. I won't."

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

"We're running out of time. You just do your job and you get out of the area with Grace. That's an order."

"But, Dad-"

"That's an order," John silenced Grace then walked off. When he was gone, Grace threw the piece of skunk cabbage in her hand through the forest. "Damn it! We cannot let Dad do this!"

"What do propose we do?" Dean asked, frowning from frustration.

"I dunno. Rebel?" she groaned angrily, then stopped, gaining a idea. "Dean. Dean, Dean, Dean, what if...what if we hurried to the nest, wiped out the vamps and freed their food then went over to help Dad?"

"He told us to run," Sam reminded.

"Come on, Sam...when have you ever truly listened to Dad, huh?" she insisted as the boys exchanged glances.

Highway...

John stood with a knife at Kate, the female vampire's throat as he approached the leader of the vampire gang. He set the Colt down and backed up, letting John bend down to get it. Kate tugged at her bounds then turned and hit John's face, sending him against the headlights of his truck as he dropped his gun. The leader strolled over and backhanded John against the driver's side window, knocking him unconscious. Suddenly, a female vampire gasped as a crossbow arrow protruded from her chest. The vampires turned their gaze the woods as the boys and Grace emerged, firing arrows soaked in dead man's blood and pulling out machetes. Grace beheaded two as Dean slid in front of a car while the leader vampire hit Sam grabbed him by the throat, stopping Dean and Grace. "Don't. I'll break his neck. Put the blades down."

Dean and Grace exchanged glances. The vampire tightened his grip, choking Sam. Grace and Dean dropped their knives. The vampire sneered, "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."

The vampire turned around, startled. John raised the Colt in hand and pulled the trigger and shot the vampire right in between he eyes. Sam immediately spun away from the vampire's grip as he stumbled around, blood seeping from his wound. Kate cried out, "LUTHOR!"

The vampire Luthor dropped to his knees and fell to his side, dead. Grace and the others stared in amazement as John smiled, ignoring Kate's aura of rage and hatred aimed at him. She made a lunge but another vampire held her back, forcing her and the other vampires to retreat. John watched them leave then turned back to smile at his children.

July 13, 2006, Motel Room...

Dean and Sam packed their things into their separate bags as Grace organized all the notes into a folder and John's journal. The door opened and they all stopped as John walked in, very unamused. "So...children..."

Dean and Sam turned to face him as Grace set the papers down, "Yes sir."

"You ignored a direct order back there," he glanced back at Grace, who did her best to stand her ground.

"Yes sir."

"Yeah, but we saved your ass," Dean retorted. Sam and Grace gave him warning, scared looks but Dean ignored them as John stared at him.

"You're right."

"I am?" Dean's eyebrows lifted in surprise.

"It scares the hell out of me. You three are all I've got," he glanced back at Grace. "But I guess we are stronger as a family. So...we go after this damn thing...together."

"Yes sir," the three of them replied in unison.

end of chapter one!

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