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Dean and John have been hunting this vampire coven for three weeks when the Parkers go missing. Dean doesn’t understand why John freaks out at first, but they find the body of the husband drained off all blood and despite that the coven usually only goes after ESU students, it’s clear it was the coven that did this.
They’re too late to save the wife, but not too late to save the nephew. They feed off the poor older woman, she doesn’t have much time left. The little boy has been blood let of most of his blood. He’s like a vampire bug zapper, his blood is irresistible to vamps, but poison. The coven already lost three of it’s members to biting the kid. He’s only eight or nine.
Dean hates Vamps.
He’s not old enough to be a mutant, at least from what Dean knows about mutants, John too. He’s something else. He’s human enough, though. At least Peter’s alive.
“Please, keep him safe,” are the last words of May Parker, holding onto John’s jacket like maybe, he might be able to drag her back to life.
The wails of grief from the little boy as the last member of his family slips away after so much violence makes Dean dizzy. John looks away, too. Best to let the kid have his moment alone, right?
When they hear sirens, John reminds Dean they should probably leave. Not all cops believe in vampires right off the bad, and those are definitely not SHIELD. Not that they’re exactly in perfect standing with SHIELD, either, though.
“Hey, kid,” Dean kneels next to the crying kid, still clutching the dead woman. “If you ever need help, you call me, got it? We’ll be here fast as we can to protect you. That’s what we do.”
The kid is still shellshocked, but he takes the card. John and Dean disappear before the cops get there, but not so fast that Dean misses the cops trying to cheer little Peter up with a candy and the promise that he can press the siren button on the ambulance.
“He’ll be okay,” John grunts as he drives off.
“I know…” Dean cuts himself off before he finishes the sentence. He reminds me of Sammy.
Peter has a feeling the cops wont like the men that saved him, so he gives the cops a vague enough description of his rescuers that they chalk it up to Blade and call it a day. Peter is put into foster care. Unfortunately, his foster father is none other than Skip Westcott. Peter has no one. He barely even has friends at school. So when it becomes unbearable, he calls Dean. He’s the last person in the world who promised to protect him.