Family Don't End in Blood || d.w

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I gave Sam and Dean a few days to get into their motel, always the first one on the list in the yellow pages, before I found them and drove to the outskirts of town to meet them. Three days had passed since I sent that message to my father and I still hadn't heard from him in any form. I knew he was one of the best hunters around, pretty damn close to being as good as the Winchesters, but I knew that he had lied about looking for John, considering the boys claimed to only have talked to Bobby about it.

I pulled into the parking spot next to Dean's infamous "baby" before shifting the car into park and stepping out. I walked towards the dimly lit door that Dean had told me they were in and knocked lightly on the old wood. I heard some scrambling behind the door as the deadbolt unlocked, revealing the muzzle of a gun pointing directly at me through the crack.

I ducked quickly exclaiming "Son of a bitch!" as a weary eye looked down at my hunched form.

"Myra?" Dean asked before pulling the gun back and opening the door wider. "Shit, you've grown up." He jokes before patting my head.

"Jesus christ, you idiot!" I chuckled slapping his chest as I walked past him into the room, being greeted by a small smile from the other brother. "Hey Sammy, can you open the door next time? I'd rather not get shot every time I come to help." I said as I flopped onto one of the beds.

He laughed before standing up and pulling me up off the bed, wrapping me in a hug. "I've missed your sass, My."

"I missed you too, Sam." I respond hugging him back, smiling at the familiarity of it. Dean cleared his throat from behind me and I turn to shoot him a glare before I notice his arms out, waving his hands in gesture to come to him.

"I missed you too, Deano, but you just about shot me so you don't get a hug." I say as I shrug, turning away from him. He grumbled behind me before I heard the fridge door open. I turned around and watched as he got two beers out of it, offering one to Sam before closing the door. I raise a brow at him as he turns back towards us.

"What? From what I can remember, you, missy, are underage." He shrugs before plopping down at the small table next to the motel's window.

"Ok, dad. Since when are you one to follow the law?" I roll my eyes before walking over to the fridge and pulling a bottle out before popping the top off.

"Your Dad is going to kill me." He grumbles watching as I sip the cold beer, savoring the taste as it slides down my throat.

"It's worth the risk." I shoot back at him before sending him an innocent smile. "Alright, down to business... What the hell is going on here?" I question as I turn back to Sam.

"That's what we can't figure out. It's not like anything we've seen." Dean says as he leans forward, grabbing some paper and handing it to me. I take it from him and look through the little bit of research and comparisons they were able to make. I read the annotations along the sides of the articles as well, reading through the notes Sam had left on certain sections of them.

"Vampires? But they would only drain the blood, not mutilate the poor animal." I ponder as I think of the other creatures I've worked with in the past. "Do you have John's journal?" I question, glancing between both boys.

"Yes, we've already looked through it all, can't find anything." Dean says as he crosses his arms across his chest.

"Can I take a look?" I ask, my patience wearing thin at how possessive he was of his dad's things.

He sighs and watches me for a second before standing up and heading towards his bag sitting on his bed. He pulls the old ratty journal out of it and hands it to me. I give him a small thank you before sitting down on the bed, opening the book and digging in, scanning through the many pages of neatly written notes.