Dropping from the rafters, the trench-coated vampire landed in a single, fluid motion on Dipper's bed and smirked, his fangs piercing his gums and revealing themselves like the secret to a magic trick that no one wanted to see. "Surprise," he sang. Dipper flailed backwards but not fast enough and the black haired vamp smiled wider, his hand sliding around Dipper's wrist as if to claim victory. "Where're you off to? We haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet, Dipper Pines."

The threat was veiled, but extremely clear. If anyone moved, including Dipper himself, he wouldn't have any more blood to pump his beating, anxious heart.

Dipper, frozen and captured in the grip of a monster, let go of the borrowed machete and it hit the wooden floor with a clunk.

How could this happen? How did this happen? He wondered, watching Mabel slowly set down her grappling hook, both Dean and Sam swapping looks of frustration. Vladimir and Holly made faces of delight, pulling away from their captors and slipping to their leaders side. We planned this entire thing out. We weren't going to be outsmarted. That's why the Winchesters are here! I can't believe it. After we tried so hard, this is what it's come to?

He tried to calm down but for the life of him, he couldn't understand why although Sam and Dean seemed quite shook, their eyes said the exact opposite. He couldn't quite explain it, but their eyes were still full of vigor - which was normal, especially for the older Winchester - yet there was something else . . . A trickle of confidence. And Dipper swore he saw the slightest grin reach Dean's lips but when he blinked to double check, it was gone.

"Alright," Dean's deep voice came through the pitch black ink of evil like it always did and he grunted. Sam cut in.

"You got us," the younger Winchester said. "So let him go."

JD grinned again. Daring, pushing. "Hmm. I'll think about it if you drop your weapons. Otherwise he'll be no more than a tasty snack." The vampire leaned in close to Dipper's ear. "I can smell your fear," he took a deep breath, sighing at Dipper when he shivered. "It's delicious."

Sam threw his machete to the floor. Dean following suit, growling. Two distinctive THUMPS rang out. "Let him go, Twilight. We haven't got all night."

Nodding, the leader gestured to the other vamps present and although they hesitated, all flowed back out through the window from whence they came. Next, JD clapped his hands together casually and set down on the bed, motioning for the Pines and Winchesters to do the same. They did, reluctantly.

And stiffly. Dipper especially.

The vampire suddenly became serious. "You do realize the only reason I've come to kill you is because I've been hired, correct? I have no choice."

Sam snorted. "I didn't realize that a nest of vampires was on the EBay market with Boba Fett for assassination work. However, unusual or not-"

"That would explain why you attacked us," Mabel whispered, trembling. "So who was it? Who asked you to do this?"

Dipper scrunched up his nose. "At least tell us that much."

With a stand, JD laughed. It was maniacal and heartless. "I didn't give you a final request, foolish hunters. You're all god awful as always. I simply wanted you to fully be aware that you're going to die! Keep that in min-"

A brief crash shook the room from downstairs and the twin's door opened with a WHAM.

JD turned, half-confused and half-caught unaware, mid-sentence.

Knocking down the lead vampire flat with a single right hook, Grunkle Stan, bathed in moonlight and breathing heavily, his red tie disheveled and suit wrinkled, banished his iron rings and glared at him as JD groaned, stunned. He spat.

"Surprise, ya fanged demon. No one, and I mean no one, hurts my family."

-THEME SONG-

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A Few Days Ago ... But Not That Many

Garber, Oklahoma

He tossed the phone on the desk cluttered with various books, beer bottles and knick knacks and settled down into a more comfortable position in his wheelchair.

He drummed his fingers on the black colored, dull plastic armrest, frustration crossing his features.

Weeks.

It'd been weeks since he'd seen them and then some since he'd spoken to them. This wasn't like the Winchesters. Yeah, sure, they could be curt at times and brief. Yeah, sure, they would try to go after something themselves without thinking it through but this?

This was downright bizarre.

If any of the demons knew - and they did, but those sons of bitches wouldn't tell if their sanity depended on it (or, what was left of it anyways) - they weren't telling.

He swore. "Dammit, Dean. Dammit, Sam. It's just like those two to go off like a pair of big shots and get themselves in over their head."

He sighed, about to double check the salt line on the windows when a knock sounded on his motel door.

He sniffed. No one wasn't supposed to know that he was here . . . which immediately made him suspicious.

Another knock, this one more insistent, loud.

Unlocking the breaks on his chair, he holstered his shotgun and moved towards the door. Peaking through the peep hole, he spied a man, dressed in a jacket and jeans. Nothing special. Similar to a hunter, in fact. He frowned, starting to unlock the dead bolt.

It slipped away with a click, and the man swiveled. That's when he saw it. A flash in the man's eyes.

He sucked in a breath. A vamp. Meant there would be more than one.

Sliding the lock back into place, he ignored the sudden slam on the door as he moved further into the bedroom. "Open up!"

"Hell no," he muttered under his breath. "Fat chance of that, princess."

Adjusting his cap, he glanced around the room. He was prepared for everything, but most of his gear was inside the trunk of his car. He'd have to wade through this mess with . . . he focused on the butter knife and then shook his head. No. He needed something bigger. And sharper, for that matter.

Before he could come up with a plan, the gears in his head turning and grinding rapidly, the wooden door cracked and snapped, the vampire breaking through. Three more flooded into the room, their faces full of smiles.

"Didn't you know that refusing to answer the door for guests is rude?" The jacketed one asked, tipping his head.

"We wanted to be polite," another chimed in. "But heaven above were you set on making us wait."

"So we decided to let ourselves in."

The group lunged at him. Vamp #1 came out swinging, and he ducked, grabbing the arm as it sailed over his head and threw him to the side. Vamp #2 rushed, snarling, and landed a solid hit on his jaw. He narrowed his eyes and punched the vamp in the jaw right back and that one crumpled to the floor. Vampires #3 and 4 hesitated, fists up, then began to circle him. He grunted. "Aren't y'all usually busy doin' other stuff? Why me? You're not even trying that hard."

Jacket Vampire stood, helping #2 to their feet. "Doesn't concern you, old man."

"Considering that you just broke into my motel room, I beg to differ," he snapped, his own fists up, wary.

Knuckles from his adversaries cracked almost simultaneously. The lead vamp nodded to his buddies with a confident grin.

"Let's get what we came for."

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Present

Dipper and Mabel's faces broke into the biggest smiles as they came to the realization that their great uncle, the conman of the Mystery Shack but always reliable, had come to their rescue.

"Grunkle Stan!" They cried as one. Mabel fist-pumped the air and mimicked an uppercut at her uncle, her confidence restored. "Go Grunkle Stan!"

Sam flashed him a grateful smile. "Thanks," he said.

"Thank later, fight now," Dean grabbed his brothers arm and scooped up the dropped machete, banishing it with renewed spirit in JD's direction. Holly and Vladimir, taken aback, showed their fangs but made no move forward. Dipper couldn't help but think that, as tough as they acted, they were still kids, just like him and Mabel. Or at least, they looked like it. Maybe they were kids in vampire years, however that worked. "C'mon Sammy, let's run 'em out."

JD stood, rubbing a hand on the left side of his face that was red and slightly bloody, the maroon liquid dripping down his cheek. His cocky, calm attitude had gone, replaced with fury and malice. Tension blasted through the room like the AC on a blazing summer day. He sneered, eyes flashing with anger. "So," his voice had lost all sing-song tune and changed to pure evil. "You had a plan for our ambush. I knew you'd prepare after that note. So I had a plan in case things went whack. But then you had a backup plan because you know we travel in groups. Clever. Very Clever, Winchester, I'll admit."

"Checkmate," Sam whispered. "You're in checkmate, JD. Don't try to fight back. We've planned everything out to the last detail, no flaws, no bumps in the road. You're done."

The Vampire belted out a laugh, his good mood returning. He waved a hand as though he were a conductor in an orchestra. "To be in checkmate," he said quietly, "you need to learn to hold all the cards, Winchester." He reached into his coat, slowly, deliberately.

Dean sputtered. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Grunkle Stan shifted, clenching his fists.

"I mean," JD continued, his blue eyes full of exuberant satisfaction as he tossed an object onto the floor, "that I thought way ahead of you, hunters. I'm no amateur. You ought to rethink your position." All eyes riveted to the object; Dean and Sam's eyes widened, surprised while the Pine's couldn't stop looking confused. A dark blue and white baseball cap? "Which means that you will be at the Northwest Mud Flaps by midnight, or, well. I'll let your minds get . . . creative."

With all bodies frozen, JD snapped his fingers. Vladimir and Holly climbed out the window, their leader following at his own leisurely pace.

"See you there, boys," he sang out, voice rising in pitch as he placed a foot on the sill. "I look forward to ripping your throats out."

And he was gone.

Instantly, everyone present let go of the breath they'd all been holding without realizing it.

"So," Grunkle Stan said, quietly, his voice betraying his suspicion. He straightened his suit, sliding the iron rings into a pants pocket. "That's a cap. But you're acting like it's a bomb. It must belong to someone you know. Sam, Dean, if I'm going to be a part of your plans and if you're going to be a part of this town, then you need to tell us who JD might have taken captive. Pronto."

Dipper watched Sam and Dean's faces with apprehension. Both exhaled, clearly troubled.

"That's a . . . a really close friend of ours' hat. He never goes anywhere without, if he can help it." Sam began, amplifying his voice to be heard as the group shuffled downstairs to the kitchen when lights blazed, full of safely, comfort.

Dean collected the machetes, leaving them in a pile on the kitchen table without a moment's thought. "Think a second father but nicer, honestly. He hunts with us. Taught us a lot. We knew he'd have a day that would slow him down but we weren't prepared to deal with it this fast once it came. Sammy, we've got to go. I know it's a trap. You know it's a trap. Except they have Bobby. We can't-"

The vending machine slid open, dull aquamarine lighting flickering and sputtering. Great Uncle Ford, Dipper's hero, had arrived, interrupting the older Winchester.

A little late, but time is irrelevant.

Dusting off his tan coat, he glanced up at the sullen party, tugging off his lab gloves and goggles. "I heard thumps and something about a trap, which is never good when combined together. Might it be possible to explain what's going on?" He waited, expectant, while the party swapped looks.

No one wanted to be the first to tell Ford that his nephew and niece had been used a bait.

Stan coughed, awkwardly.

Eventually, Sam walked over to Ford and put an arm around his shoulder. "Long story short, vampires were after us. The twins were next. We didn't have any other choice. They were coming and as long as we had a warning we decided to lay a trap . . ."

Now, Ford was a smart man. He'd graduated years and years ago, claimed twelve PH.D.'s in several areas and knew more about other areas than he'd rather discuss. He adjusted his glasses - the crack on the upper left hand lens thankfully staying the same size - and frowned. "I haven't been in this dimension in a while," he began closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, then opening them. "But you had better not tell me that you just used Dipper and Mabel as bait because of trouble that you got them into. And if you so called hunters - saving people? I'm starting to doubt that - do tell me that you did, in fact, put my family in danger, in my house, and somehow convinced Stanley to go along with it, than you will walk out that front door and you will not come back. Do I make myself clear?"

Protests rang throughout the kitchen instantly.

"Great Uncle Ford that's unfair!" Dipper stood up, almost knocking over the glass of water in front of him, the table shaking.

Mabel chimed in. "We agreed to it! It's not their fault! Besides, where would we be without them?"

"She's got a point, Ford," Stan said, staring at the floor, scuffing his shoe against a loose floorboard. "They've got us out of more than one pickle - they saved the kids. We owe them one."

Ford crossed his arms. "Be that as it may, we've done fine without their presence to poison our town. All they do is bring other monsters with them."

The Winchesters, on the other hand, were dead quiet. The same thought was running through their heads: We started the apocalypse. This is our fault. We should've left the first day we got here; the job was done. Now the Pines are tangled in it and Bobby's in trouble.

Both sighed, defeated.

"You're right, old man." Dean consented, hefting his machetes and making his way towards the door, the atmosphere dry and dank with confusion, anger and frustration. "This is our mess. C'mon Sammy," he opened the front door, not glancing back at all or waving a farewell, "they're right about everything. If we had just-" he shook his head, sullen. "Let's go save Bobby."

Dipper watched all of this go down through his eyes and couldn't believe it was happening. He wanted to slam his hand down on the table again, shout in frustration. Yeah, he'd been scared! But it wasn't their fault! Great Uncle Ford was right, in one sense: these monsters weren't from Gravity Falls . . . but neither was Bill. If going over a few bumps in the road helped him and Mabel prepare for Bill's possible apocalypse, (a second one, right in Gravity Falls while the first one was still happening? Wild. Dipper didn't even want to think about it), then he would do whatever it took and if that meant being bait for once in his life and letting the Winchesters do their job and save his family, he would do it. Finally, just as Sam and Dean were about to exit the Mystery Shack for good, Dipper leapt up from his seat in the kitchen and rushed over, his hand grabbing Dean's MacGyver-looking green coat. "Wait!" He cried with a puff.

The tug halted Dean in his tracks; Sam turned around as well, each one regarding Dipper with their dark, searching but friendly gazes. Dean grunted. "What, kiddo?"

He frowned. He didn't know what to say, but he had to say something. They couldn't just walk out that door - not after everything. Not after the demons, the poltergeist, the archangel, the wendigo and the vampires. No, like it or not, they were family now. "Good luck," he managed to whisper. It carried around the room and Dean gave Dipper a wide grin, nodded.

"We'll need it," he replied. A pause. "You've done good, kid. Keep up the good work."

Footsteps. Sam's rueful face, a brief flash of a genuine, sorrowful smile. A creak and a click. They were gone as fast as they had come, just like JD. And Dipper, journal in hand, was determined to follow.

"Mabel!" He hissed, once they were back upstairs, each great uncle asleep in his own quarters, "Mabel!"

Moonlight reflected off her grappling hook and she jumped up in her yellow sweater with an umbrella on it, smirking, her mouth full of medal and bravery.

"Steps ahead of you, bro bro!"

-COMMERCIAL BREAK-

Smoke billowed out the top of its smokestacks, drifting in front of the moon and melting into the night, casually mingling with the clouds above and the owls that flew by. The brick building stood tall, firm and quiet, near the Old Hick Farmer's barn. Abandoned, for the most part, (obviously not entirely abandoned), it's dirty windows and dusty insides didn't seem to be very inviting. These features of the Mud Factory didn't help the fact that the oil spills into the river turned animals into mutants when they happened to drink it.

Crunch.

"Mabel!" he whisper-yelled.

"Sorry!" she replied.

"It's okay, just, shhh. They're not here yet but I'm sure they'll be here any minute now so we've got to-" Dipper was going to say, stay quiet, but was cut off by Dean's gruff, anxious voice marveling to his brother.

"Dude! Did you see that? That goat had two heads!"

A sigh. "I saw it, Dean."

"Two heads, man! What the hell is wrong with this place? Old Mud Factory my ass. There's some satanic crap going on around here. Besides the vampires, this town is crazy wild. I'm gonna need a beer once we get Bobby out of there."

A dry laugh, and yet one full of spunk all the same. "Me too, man. Better be sure to save one for Bobby." Dipper heard Sam take a step, then his ears detected a halting as the leaves stopped shirting and crackling. "Speaking of Bobby, Dean, did you tell Bobby we were down here? We told Cas, but I don't remember telling Bobby."

It was Dean's turn to come to a complete stop. "Woah, woah, woah. What do you mean you didn't tell Bobby? I thought you did, because I didn't."

"So if you didn't tell Bobby, and I didn't tell Bobby, did Cas? Where'd the vampires nag him?"

Dean must've shrugged, because his next words were, "It's whatever, man. Let go gank some vanpire asses."

Definitely a trap, Dipper thought. Good thing we're here for backup. Or, at least, attempted backup. We'll see.

Motioning to Mabel, he picked himself up from the ground and rose, watching Dean countdown silently from 3 to Sam, who made a face, raised his eyebrows and gripped his machete intently. Then they both shouldered the door and Dipper winced as the door slammed behind them.

"Alright," he said. "Bad news, they probably know we're here."

"Good news," Mabel countered, always the optimist, "maybe some of the are already taken care of. Even better, maybe Deano and Moose don't need backup! Maybe it'll be over before we slide in with our two cents, you know?"

Dipper shrugged. "Maybe. Let's go."

Picking their way as silently as possible over to the Old Mud Factory, he scanned the trees. Two were climbable but only one had grown near the Factory, looming tall and green over the spiderweb looking, cracked group of dusty broken windows. Mabel followed his gaze and nodded. "Yeah, this should work. Race you!"

She shot her grappling hook and let go, watching the metal frame sail into the growth and branches, then disappear. Scrambling to beat her brother she grabbed the first branch and climbed high, only to stop and wave to a squirrel she met halfway up. Dipper grinned and slammed shut his journal, slinging the rope with one of Great Uncle Ford's old swords attached to it across his shoulders before leaping for the first branch as well, following his sister's lead. "Oh, you're on!"

Huffing and slightly out of breath, both paused at their agreed vantage point, staring through the window, into the dank darkness. No sounds came from within and they made eye contact, each worried.

"Is it supposed to be that quiet?" Mabel ventured, peering and squinting. "I don't like it."

He shook his head. "Me either."

But it was too late to back out. And, besides, the Winchesters had been there when everything was about to go to crap. Sure, Great Uncle Ford had a point: they did bring trouble with them. They weren't exactly the definition of safe. But they tried their best with what they had. The Pines were not about to desert their new friends/heroes/sort of family; not now. If Sam and Dean had decided to step in when the twins were in their moment of need, as the silence sank in fully to the grasp and whispers of the night, the twins would be there for Sam and Dean in turn.

"Well," he concluded, "here goes nothing."

It began with a streak of silver.

A thud into a distant rafter, out of place but just possibly an oddity of Gravity Falls.

Two figures, zipping along a line.

One quiet groan amidst now audible cheering, laughing, gayeties.

Another sound, a whump against wood, an owl catching prey, most likely.

Dim lights showering their kind in fluorescent beams.

Glasses clinked; voices roared, shifted and rose.

And above it all, stood the Pines, sword and grappling hook crying out - begging - to be let loose on the mob of monsters before them.

It was then that Dipper did hesitate, for the briefest of moments. The worst moment, in fact, as one may argue. He met eyes with a pair of green, shining ones. They widened. His widened. He gasped inside and outside and practically became a heart attack. "Holly!"

Something deep within the depths of his confidence snapped clean in half and he panicked. (Unfortunately, not at the disco.)

"Mabel, I can't do it. We gotta go back. Too hard. Um, there's a lot of them. They're fast and stuff. We should grab our Grunkles. They'll know what to do, right? We're in over our heads." Heaving and hoarse, he shook his head. "Yeah, this won't do. I'm a mess." He'd taken a single step when his sister's firm hand grasped his shoulder and slung him around.

"Dipper, you listen to me!" With her finger in his face he shut up and listened. "Sam and Dean are in trouble. Those guys are still having a great time so it's up to us to crash this party. Vladimir is here and I'm not lying, he was cute and nice but after what JD tried to do, me and him aren't a thing. You and Holly aren't a thing, either. Who cares if she saw you? Suck it up, and help me kick some vampire butt, you got that?"

The chills slipping down his back settled, then vanished entirely and he managed to stand up straight, wiping off the sweat from his brow and fist bumping Mabel.

"I got it. Mystery twins?"

"Mystery twins!" A pause. A breath. Seconds wavering, hesitating.

In sync they cried, "CHARGE!"

Everything seemed to slow down, becoming slow motion and taking agonizing seconds to move but the twins didn't hesitate. They were past that.

Dipper landed on one vamp and swung while closing his eyes tight and leaping off. Miraculously, that one fell to its knees and he definitely felt sick as he heard the head roll away. Gross. For Sam and Dean, remember Dipper. Mabel, on the other hand, used Vladimir as a cushion and shot her grappling hook with true aim to knock another four out. Six down, one permanently and five out cold, sprawled all along the dirt floor. Certainly a vast but not exactly a pretty sight to behold.

Scrambling to the dark wallows of the structure where a distinct curse blew from, Dipper reached Dean's side and triumphantly cut the bonds holding Dean back, grinning.

"Well look who decided to show up," Dean quipped as he retrieved his machete and broke Sam out. "Owe you more than one, Dipper."

Dipper gave a thumbs up, ducking as two more vamps hit the floor, their heads spinning from the grappling hook. JD was chasing Mabel with no success, giving the Winchesters a solid opening to wreck havoc which they did without an invitation, decapitating left and right.

Soon, and by soon it was mere seconds, between JD, Holly and Vladimir, there were two more of the fanged jerks remaining. Distracting one, Dipper poked his ribs with the sword to give Sam time to come up from behind. Dean took care of the other, almost losing his weapon in the process but hanging on and sighing with relief. "Really ought to get a bungee cord for these things," he muttered.

But of course nothing goes well forever, even if forever is only minutes in the midst of a fight that offers an end of life or death.

"Drop your weapons or she dies." JD hissed in rage, fangs out and drawing near to Mabel's frame. "I'm not bluffing." His eyes flared, angry, persistent. "DO IT!" And yet, as calculating as JD was, as much as he prided himself on a job well done, he failed to realize a single, very important thing: kindness goes a long ways.

That thing cost him his life.

A single wet slice and all found themselves in surprise as JD's head slowly rolled off his shoulders, blood seeping from the death wound.

Dipper's sword clanged out of Holly's hand and she brought her hands to her mouth, completely shocked. "I'm sorry, JD. But the monster boy showed me more kindness than you ever did. I hope you have fun in purgatory."

No one said a word, but Vladimir hugged his sister tight and didn't let go for a long, long time.

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Back at the shack the next morning, the sun shone brightly without hardly a care in the world.

On the porch sat a boy and his family.

Opening his journal, his favorite people at his side, Dipper scrawled a new note into the margin of Great Uncle Ford's old notes on vampires with a slight smile, thanking Holly silently.

"Vampires like Troye Sivan . . . which isn't a surprise. Who doesn't these days?" Mabel laughed and the Winchesters chuckled. A poke from Dean. "Oh, yeah.

"Also, they die without heads."

-CREDITS-

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A/N:

me, pondering life: what if dogs changed color every time the smelled sounds
my friend: StYx PLEASE

GOOD NEWS: I UPDATED AND THE SEASON FINALE WILL BE PUBLISHED NEXT SATURDAY, IT'S PART TWO A DAY LATER ON SUNDAY WOW ALMOST AN ENTIRE SEASON UNDER MY BELT WHaT

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Side note: I got a little more attached to Holly than I meant to but um it's fine 'cause my psychotic son is coming to crash this party no questions asked and boy you are going to love him believe me  I have a love hate relationship with him yeahhhh

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