Darkness surrounded the Impala as she sped down a long curvy road, wet from the previous rain. Passing a sign that said welcome to Pennsylvania that was in a bold font you couldn't name, suspenseful music played as you read one of the books Sam stole from your old house. Lightning and thunder struck yet the clouds above didn't shed any raindrops.

Dean drove with one hand on the wheel, acting nonchalant as both brothers wore pessimistic faces. Sam held a flashlight, pointing it downwards to a manila file with papers paperclipped to one side.

"The radio around here sucks." Dean states in a husky voice before flipping off the switch. The music stops and your eyes flicker upwards at both boys before refocusing onto a page that you've been trying to read for five minutes. The music definitely didn't help your focus and neither did the speeding.

"C'mon man- jobs don't get weirder than this, you know?" Dean looks at his brother, noticing the tense vibe Sam permitted.

"Dead vic with a gnawed-on neck, body drained of blood, and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire." Dean emphasizes with his hands before licking his lips and looking at the road.

"No, I- I agree. It's a hell of a case." Sam stutters as he never allows his eyes to wander too far off the folder.

Lightning cracks and illuminates the boys more, letting you see Dean's hopeful attempt at getting more out of his little brother.

"A little more gusto, please." Dean encourages Sam with his hands signing for more. Sam blinks before shutting the folder and setting the flashlight down in frustration.

"It's just... the world is coming to an end. Things are a little complicated, you know?" Speaking forcefully and full of enunciation to strengthen his point, Sam finally looks at Dean.

"Yeah, well, we can't save the world. Not today anyway. But what we can do is chop off some vamps' heads. Come on, man, it's like the good old days. An honest-to-goodness monster hunt. It's about time the Winchesters got back to tackling a straightforward, black and white case." He finishes as lightning and thunder crack; finalizing his statement. Clearly god was on someone's side.

"We're also really bored." You finally speak up with a half smile. Sam rolls his eyes at your statement while Dean nods.

"Yea, what she said." You then rolled your eyes after making eye contact with Dean through the mirror you now hate.

The rest of the ride was pretty silent after that, only the thunder brought extra noises amongst the engine's purr.

Festive music played as collective chatter was heard in the town. It was Oktoberfest and everyone dressed as German maids or yodelers. It was an awkward combination really. A live band played at the town center as shops were selling many different items.

You dressed in your normal BAU clothing. Dress shoes, dress pants, a white button up with a black tie. You felt normal for once as you matched the boys... minus the suit jacket. The boys exited the car. Sam tightening his tie while Dean was fixing his jacket. You cuffed your sleeves just below your elbows as you all looked around. Looking misplaced in this scene.

Dean starts heading in the direction you three wanted to go. You walked smack-dab in between the Winchesters, they looked like your guard dogs.

"We still gotta see the new "Raiders" movie." Dean says, mainly to Sam.

"Saw it." Sam breathes out as his gaze never leaves what's ahead of him.

"Without me?" Dean stops and turns to his brother, offended and in disbelief. Sam sighs as he stops to turn to his brother. You felt awkward as this was an obvious sibling moment.

"You were in Hell." Sam sarcastically smiles. Your eyes widen as you look in between the both of them.

"That's no excuse-" Dean shakes his head before he gets distracted by a man yelling 'Pretzels, big pretzels'.

"Big pretzel-" Dean exclaims before running after the man. You shake your head with a miniscule amused smile.

"Get me one-" you call out to Dean who gives you a thumbs up as he runs without looking back.

"You ok?" You turn to Sam who decides it's ok to maintain eye contact with you but not Dean. He releases a short breath before replying.

"Yea... I'm just stressed. I don't know how Dean can take another case when the world is ending."

"If it makes you feel better... teenage girls stress over that all the time when anything happens with their celebrity crushes."
You shrug as Sam annoyingly shakes his head with a smirk. You both walk forward a bit as Dean managed to track the cart of pretzels down and lead the man to you.

Dean turns and hands you your pretzel with a wink before handing Sam his. All of you take a bite as a beautiful blonde woman passes.

"Guten tag." She says as her shoes clack in passing, her voice sickly sweet.

"'Guten tag' yourself-" Dean says with a mouthful as he watches her.

"Good day indeed...", you trail off as you match Dean's behavior, "what?" You ask as the two brothers give you a certain look. You wave them off as you continue eating your pretzel.

Dean continues to watch the girl as she turned around, he noticed her eyes on you instead with a smile. You and Sam got distracted by the couple speaking to a man of the law.

"Looks like that's our man." Sam speaks in a hushed tone.

"Let's get to it then." You say as you quickly backhand Dean's arm to capture his attention before walking over.

"Sheriff Dietrich." You line up to speak with him, stuck in between the brothers again. Dean tries his best to finish what he's chewing on. The sheriff sends the couple on their way.

"Are you the ones from the fed?" He asks as Dean licks his fingers in a rushed manner.

"Agents Angus and Young." Sam gestures to himself and Dean as you grab your real badge before stating your last name.

Didn't matter to hide that now since there was no way you were going to use it for your real job anyway.

Dean gives you a look as Sam decides to run with it, assuming you had your lie in order instead of them saying you were a trainee with no badge yet.

"We called ahead about your- uh... problem." Sam finishes.

"Right. Um...", the man looks around for anyone who may be listening, "I'll tell you what, why don't we talk this out away from the crowd, huh?"

"Of course, sir, where to?" You ask politely.

"The morgue." He states before leading you all to the suggested location.

It didn't take long as it was a very small town.

The sheriff was quick to find which cubicle the victim was held in, pulling the latch to open the entrance, and pulling the rack out. Sam was closest on the left of her, Dean was right by him, you were at the bottom of the rack, and the sheriff was at her righthand side. You and the brothers awaited for her to be uncovered and given the details.

The sheriff flips off the sheet to expose her face.

"Marissa Wright, 26, just up from Lockhard for the 'fest. Terrible- just terrible." You all exchange looks between each other and the victim. You crossed your arms over yourself as you absorbed anything off on her body.

"It's the last thing this town needs at peak tourist season." You chastise the man with a distasteful look but Sam already beat you to the punch with a snarky comment.

"Definitely the last thing Marissa Wright needed." He gave the sheriff a pointed look with a false smile.

Dean grabbed her jaw and turned it to see two puncture wounds in her neck. You squint slightly to really absorb the sight. You've yet to deal with vampires but there's no way in hell that it could be this stereotypical. Despite the fact that it was angled improperly on her neck, it was horizontal right below her jawline.

"What the hell-" Dean mumbles in confusion which leads you to believe you were right about your assumptions.

"Yea, you got me- I mean this killer's some kind of grade 'A' wacko, right?" Dietrich states as Sam and Dean share a concerned look.

Well Dean looks more freaked while Sam looks worried but they both have that same crease on their foreheads;
telling you that you were more right than you thought.

Something is off about Marissa's wounds.
They both look to you as your brows are furrowed in concentration.

This was in your ballpark. It's like a normal case except the freak of nature part. Could be an actual serial killer, but if it was then why are you here with the Winchesters and not the BAU. This is only one kill... for now.

"I mean, some satan-worshipping, anne rice-reading, gothic, psycho vampire wannabe." Dietrich obviously seeking validation from you three.

"Sheriff, in your report, you mentioned a witness." Dean shoves his hands back into his pockets as he rushes the words out breathlessly.

"Yea, I wished I didn't. But our witness insisted. That's Ed Brewer- not exactly what you'd call reliable." He answers before pushing the rack back inside of the entryway.

You give the boys a short interested frown. You could check yourselves... it can't be that bad.

Dean pinches his nose momentarily as he watches Marissa get wheeled fully in while Sam helps shutting the door.

You and the boys leave soon after that to head to a bar, a saloon would be a more proper description but at the rate some of the folks were chugging beers... only bars have day drunks.

You walked ahead of the two, leading them through the slightly congested area as the annoying festival music blasted. A dark haired bartender notices you three walking up as she is handed glasses of beers. She swiftly moves away and off to the tables she was tending to.

The blonde from earlier smiles as she recognizes your trio.

"I remember you." She sweetly speaks looking between you and Dean.

"Yea... and I remember you. Jamie, I never forget a pretty... everything." The older Winchester smiles at her with suggestion lacing his words.

"Not often a couple checks me out together." Your eyes widen, matching Dean's shock.

"He's actually my brother-" Dean mistakes the girl's words, thinking she meant him and Sam. You automatically gather that this happens all the time...
and he's the one that thinks you're gay.

"No... I meant you and the beautiful young lady next to you." She points at you with an amused smile but a confused quirked brow. Your eyes widen once more and he once again matches your shock.

"I'm not dating him and I'm not gay." You rush out before simply walking away. You wanted to find a different bartender because you definitely needed a drink after that. The conspiracy upon your sexuality based on your attraction to Dean is getting old.

"What would you like, miss?" A bleached blonde woman who was in her early twenties asks you as she shakes a drink.

You noticed the boys were into bitter drinks but right now you wanted some normalcy.

"Got any good ciders?" She sweetly smiles before making you her "best cider".

"May I see some I.D.?" You nod as you take out the FBI badge, quite thankful you still get asked that question.

"You still get I.D.'ed?" Dean asks as he walks over to you with a playful smirk.

"You don't?" You quip before sending the bartender a sweet smile once she hands you your drink.

"Yea well at least I can shoot whiskey." He huffs in offence.

"Just 'cause I get a cider once, don't mean I can't drink whiskey, Dean." You roll your eyes as you sip idly on your drink.

"Whatever, let's go see Ed Brewer." He taps your shoulder.

"You and Sam got that, I've done my time interviewing drunks." You pause, that might've been too revealing. "Y'know as a retired bartender myself." You give him a tightlipped smile as he clearly had his suspicions. He lets it go nonetheless and walks over to his brother.

You weren't treating this new life as if it still was a case but you refuse to be kicked to the curb if you told the truth. Not like you minded lying to Dean but it was Sam that you dreaded giving false information to. Being trusted with their dark burdens felt overwhelming as they tried to pick you apart for yours. You lied about your parent's work, your past, your friends.

Your mother was actually an FBI agent with a nursing degree and your father was a therapist. A white lie you told but you couldn't give them the freedom to run a simple background check and find out your real parents with your real name.

At most, if they checked for a doctor and military man who somehow had Hunter as their last names, but they looked nothing like you, you could say you were adopted. Sam would leave it alone after that, due to the sensitivity and need for privacy, and Dean would leave it alone because it could bring up a 'chick flick moment' as he would call it.

You down your drink and drop a twenty dollar bill on the table. Looking over at the Winchesters, seeing the presumable Ed wave his hands around humorously as the brothers' faces fall. You scoff before moving over to Jamie's side of the bar.

"They must be here following up on that murdered woman. Crazy Ed and his vampire story." The curly brunette blots her lips on a napkin before setting it down onto the table.

"He might be weird, but he's not crazy." Jamie attempts to defend the man. Lucy scoffs in return.

"Look- you're just saying that 'cause the guy has a crush on you and he tips you in twenties." The blonde chuckles as Lucy leaves.

"Some witnesses either rationalize too much when they see something they can't explain or they create a false delusion to help them cope. Makes cases harder to crack, but nevertheless gives us just enough to solve them."
You input as she smiles at you.

"Good to know- sorry about earlier, Agent." She awaits your input before you tell her your last name. Jamie formally addresses you before continuing to apologize.

"It's ok, really, but I wouldn't go near Agent Young as far as I can throw him. I may not be gay but I can appreciate beauty- and you are it." She laughs with a blush forming on her cheeks.

"So- you got a beer back there for me?" Dean leans on the table, cutting the conversation you were having short, and relaxed his body against your right side. You rolled your eyes as Sam moved closer to your left, entrapping you.

"I don't know, Agent Young. You off duty?" She plays.

"And then some." Dean quickly responds making her release a small breath in amusement. Jamie walks away as Dean turns to Sam, who moved over towards the napkin with Lucy's lipstick imprint. He picked it up in confusion as he played with it.

"So what do you think? Goth, psycho vampire wannabe, right?" Dean hums as Sam sighs in defeat. He shakes his head before speaking.

"Definitely not our kind of case."

"Agreed. But who cares?" Dean leads you all to a free booth. "Room's paid for, and it's Oktoberfest. C'mon brother- beer and bar wenches." You sat alongside Sam, closest to the wall.

"Pretty sure women today don't react well to the whole "wench" thing, Dean." He sarcastically smiles at the older Winchester.

"We don't but the ladies here at this time might play the part." You grumpily add with an eyeroll.

"Hey, bar wench, where's that beer?"

"Coming up, good sir!" You grimace at the tone and the response that had no hesitance to it. Sam rolls his eyes and shakes his head in disapproval, blinking and licking his lips to move on.

"Dude, Oktoberfest." Dean enthusiastically whispers with enunciation and a sweet smile.

"There you go. What can I get you both?" Jamie asks expectantly.

"Oh they don't drink. They're Christian scientists, don't even take aspirin. They're a real drag on stakeouts." Dean gives her a knowing smile as she giggles. You and Sam share a look swiftly.

"You're funny." She states as if it were the truth.

"I'm a lot more than that. I'd love to get a chance to show you the rest. What time do you get off?" Sam watches with subtle amusement as you fight the urge to strangle yourself. You can admit... Dean was smooth, he knew what he was doing, but he wasn't as nonchalant as Derek Morgan.

"Ha. Ha. Like I said, 'Funny'." She walks off as a smirk grew on your face. Sam looks at you with an upside down smile while Dean exhales sharply turning to the both of you.

"Man, it is time to right some wrongs." Dean drifts off as he grabs ahold of his beer.

"Come again?" Sam turns to his brother to clarify. The shorter one mulls over what he wants to say before spewing out his revelation.

"Look at me- I came back from the furnace without any of my old scars, right?" An ecstatic look on his face as he shakes his head and puts his arms out. Sam stares at him impatiently awaiting the explanation.

"Y'know, bullet wounds, knife cuts," he lists off with his finger before drawing in a breath, "none of the off-angled fingers from all the breaks." Sam tilts his head with an approving frown at the truth of his brother's words. You boringly rest your chin on your palm that is propped onto the table.

"I mean, my hide is as smooth as a baby's bottom, which leads me to conclude, sadly..." he gives you smirk before training his eyes back onto Sam, "that my virginity is intact." You couldn't help to hold back your laugh as Sam closes his eyes and shakes his head, wondering if he heard correctly.

"What?"

"I have been re-hymenated." Your laughing pursues at the word he made up.

"Re-" Sam laughs, "please. Dean, maybe angels can pull you out of hell, but no one can do that."

"Brother, I have been re-hymenated. And the dude will not abide." You hide you face in your hands as you snort at the tone he was using.

"Alright, dude. Well, you go do whatever you gotta do. And I'm gonna go back to the room and get some sleep." He scoffs in laughter.

"Is this why you keep flirting with anyone that has a vagina in the same vicinity as you, including me?"
You shake your head in disbelief where Sam quickly leaves the conversation.

"I only flirt with the hot ones." He shrugs with a smile and continues to drink his beer.

"I dodged a bullet then. In all honesty, if I didn't lose my virginity less than a month ago, I probably would've given in." You taunt as he chokes on his beer.

"Less than a month ago- how old are you?" He had a look that reminded you of an eager golden retriever.

"Twenty-eight." You shrug with a smile before getting up to leave.

"Hey, where you going?" You look over your shoulder at him with a grin before turning and continuing your stride.

"I'm not the one that's going to pop your cherry, Agent Young." You raise your voice so he and a lot of others can hear you. Turning around to watch his blushed expression as you were finally the one smirking at him.
You loved revenge.

The young woman slurped her drink continuously, staring back at you three as you were all seated outside around a table. You and the boys shared impatient looks.

"And then it just- it just tore Rick into little pieces." She finally finished with a frown.

"Ma'am, we understand how hard this is, but can you describe the creature?" Dean formerly asks. She blinks rapidly.

"Oh..." taking another annoying slurp, "it was a werewolf." Anne-Marie finalizes innocently causing Sam to rapidly blink back.

"A werewolf?" He tauntingly tries to confirm before she hums in agreement. "You're sure?" He rushes with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh yea. With the furry face and the black nose and the claws and the torn up pants and shirt, like from the old movies." Lowering her voice with her last words, she leans forward.

You and Dean stare blankly back at her before raising your brows at the same time. He blinks quickly before adverting his attention from her. Sam look at the two of you in an attempt to wrap his head around her statement.

"Um-" Sam tries to begin but Dean attempts to finish for him, "well... ok, so..." you decide to take over, "thank you for your time." Dean puts his hands out in defeat while pursing his lips excessively. Sam exhales sharply with confusion written all over his face.

You give the girl an awkward smile and thumbs up as she goes back to slurping her drink while you and the boys get up from your seats.

Heading over to the Morgue again to analyze the body, you racked your brain for any type of answers.

"Ok... I know I'm new to the supernatural but what franchise are we in?" You exasperatedly whisper while tightening your tie.

"First a Dracula and now a full-on movie-time wolf man? What the hell is going on with this town?" Dean rests his hands on his hips while Sam searches for the right vic. The two tiredly and forcefully gets Rick wheeled out. Sam unzips the body bag and the brothers both groan at the sight.

"Damn-" Dean exclaims in shock as Sam releases more deep breaths.

"Alright-" Sam points a rod like pen at the remains, "whatever did this wasn't a psycho wannabe." You grab the stick from his hand and dig into whatever was left of Rick, saving the two from disgust but they grimaced regardless.

"Look at those bite marks- they're right down to the bone... through the bones actually.
This shows compulsion during the blitz attack, if it weren't bite marks I'd say this is an example of piquerism. There's no obvious signs of sexual assault so our monster doesn't have traits of anger excitation behavior, this is simply a disorganized offender."
Both boys give you a look, you definitely got carried away.

"English please?" Dean expectantly waits for your explanation causing you to sigh.

"He couldn't help himself, it's sadistic but it has no paraphilia...
it ain't kinky,
the thing that did this seems to go off of opportunity. So far we see no connections between Marissa and Rick,
there's a chance that there's two offenders or a monster tag team, but right now it looks like Rick rolled low on the 'will I be puppy chow' lottery.
Whoever did this isn't a wannabe because they clearly know what they're doing and there's no signs of remorse." You breathe out as they absorb your words, Sam smiling at your useful knowledge while Dean is skeptical.

"Strong enough to tear a healthy man apart limb from limb. Could be a werewolf." He tilts his head in favor.

"Yea, except, look- the heart's still there in one piece." Sam says as you move the heart a bit to inspect the forbidden ground beef.

"They never leave the heart behind?" You ask to confirm, you remembered the piece of information but doubted it since Supernatural 101 was still fresh. Sam shakes his head to answer you.

"Thus I reiterate- what the hell is going on?" He frustratingly asks.

"Well, I was hoping you could tell me. I just got a rush job back from the lab on those fibers we found on the body." The sheriff joins in as you throw away the stick you were using, falling back into place near Sam after that.

"What did they find, Sheriff?" You rush out breathlessly as you were awaiting bad news.

"Canine. Wolf hairs." He shows the bag to you three. You all share a dumbfounded look before Dean quirks a brow.

"I'm getting a headache." He closes his eyes before pinching near the bridge of his nose to relieve the stress.

"Thank you, we will be heading out now. Keep us updated please." You say to the man before leading the boys out. Dean started to walk ahead and you huff as you spot Sam's quick looks towards you.

"Ok... be honest, was I too much in there?" You wince in preparation of the hazel eyed Winchester to say yes.

"You were helpful, don't worry, just shocked Dean a bit. I knew you were smart because of the different books you had at your house, but I don't think he thought there was true intelligence behind the pretty face." You playfully nudge Sam away from you.

"Thanks." You mutter softly before making it to the bar you were in last night.

You all ordered lunch with beers, silent for the rest of the time with the intent or working out the case before sharing with the class. After getting the orders and finishing the meals, the brothers wipe their mouths with napkins as you dusted your hands off.

"I don't know, man. Looks like we've stumbled onto a midnight showing of 'Dracula Meets Wolf-Man.' Is that it?" Deans sips his beer.

"I don't know. I mean, wolf man seems real enough. It makes Dracula seem a little less impossible, I guess."

"Yea, but werewolves don't grow wolf hair. That's just a myth." The former finalizes.

"Yea." Sam admits carelessly.

"So, what? We've got a vampire and a werewolf monster mashing this town?" You speak before rolling your eyes and taking your last sip of the horrid beer.

Jamie sighs before settling three beer refills onto your table.

"Looks like you guys are staying a while. I heard about Rick Deacon." She upsettingly states.

"Yea, this case just got weird enough for, uh, our department." Smiling at Jamie with less energy he had yesterday, Dean sighs along with her.

"Well, beers are on me. And just so you know, I get off at midnight tonight." She looks between you and Dean. You think nothing of it as you start tackling your second beer.

"Oh, it's not another, uh, girls' night out?" Dean signals towards Lucy who is blotting her lips again.

"Doesn't have to be, but it might if Heart cares to join us." You and Sam share a frantic look as Dean eagerly ignores the second half.

"Ok, then. I'll see you tonight." They share a smile.

"Ok, then." She winks at you.
What the hell...

Sam tries to hold back a laugh at your shocked face.

"It's not funny." You say as you slightly smile.

"What?" Dean asks while looking between you and his brother.

"Dean... I'm not having a three-some with you and Jamie." Sam laughs as you shove him.

"Why not?" Dean smirks.

"I don't like you and I am not attracted to women." You rush in a panic but Dean ignores you.

"Hey, you think this Dracula could turn into a bat?" You and Sam give him a look. "That would be cool." He sips his beer gaining a foamy mustache. You roll your eyes before taking a deep breath so you could chug your beer and go back to your room.

The coroners roll the dead security guard out as the police were working the scene. You and the boys were at the Canonsburg Museum of American History. You analyzed the crime scene carefully while the boys checked out the sarcophagus.

He was on the phone, saw the unsub, took a step back dropping his phone. He upholstered his gun, took a few shots as he backed away, got pinned to the wall by being lifted a few feet due to severe strangulation.

You spotted the artificial 'authenticity' a while ago as Sam and Dean finally show each other their findings. Dean leaves for his hook-up soon after and you huff in frustration.

"Agent, come here for a second." Sam walks over to you as you whisper your theory.

"Mummies ain't real so far, correct?" He nods. "Ok- well what if we're dealing with a delusional serial killer who thinks his alter egos are monsters. There's only one attacker in each murder." You pick at your lips as your eyes remain on the crime scene.

"Maybe, but I'd hate to think we're solving a human case." You scoff at his words.

"People are still dying, Sam." You chastise him, wearing a stern look.

"You're right, why don't we go back to my room and try to make sense of all this privately?" You nod, waving to the sheriff before exiting the museum.

Once you both had changed out of your FBI clothes, you meet with him inside his shared room. As you were about to sit down on an empty chair, Sam gets a phone call. You naturally tune it out as you try figuring this case out.

Normally, at least with humans, there's a pattern somewhere even if the murders are opportunistic.

Maybe the unsub isn't human after all?
This was starting to get stressful.

"Something happened, we need to meet Dean at the bar." Sam gains your attention swiftly.

"Ok, may I borrow a jacket?" You ask due to the urgency of the situation causing you to not go out and grab your own.

"Yea... uh..." Sam picks up one from one of the beds and tosses it to you, "here- let's go." He rushes you out as you shrug the black leather jacket on. You roll your eyes at the thought of looking more like the Winchesters now.

"Hey, you guys alright?" Sam asks as he led you into the bar.

"Yea, I think so..." Dean turns back to Jamie before doing a double-take at you. He clearly knew something you didn't but bit his tongue on the matter.

"And I think I know what's going on."

"Yea?" You and Sam ask in unison, yet ignoring it in concern for Dean and Jamie.

"Part of it at least." Dean takes out a wrapped cloth and tosses it onto the table before Sam unwraps it. Dean had ripped someone's ear off, you were slightly jealous because maybe if you didn't hear him- you wouldn't hate him.

"Uh, the ear part?" Sam grimaces only then to give sarcasm while you blankly inspect the body part.

"Ripped it off of Dracula's head. Touch it." The younger one scoffs but you quickly oblige while the brothers stare at one another. Sam reaches and grimaces while he makes contact, you shrug it off after getting a few pokes in.

"Feel familiar to you?" You look between the two in curiosity.

"Oh, man." Sam says as the answer hits him.

"The skin of a shapeshifter, just like St. Louis and just like Milwaukee."
No fucking way...
that explains a lot on how they were caught. You click your tongue before sharply inhaling, crossing your arms as you awaited for this horror movie to be over. You wish you had remembered the shapeshifter trivia but the whole 'Dracula-Wolf-Man-Mummy' thing alluded you.

"Of course this one's all holding buckets of crazy. Oh, and, uh... this- I uh, pulled it off during the fight. Look at the label on the ribbon." Dean hands you the material which you analyze.

"For fucks sake," you hand it to Sam to show him, "it's a costume rental." You shoot Sam a knowing look.

"All three monsters- the Dracula, Wolf Man, and the Mummy. All the same critter, which means we need to catch this freak before he 'Creature From The Black Lagoon's' somebody." You knew it was one person.

"So, you guys are like Mulder and Scully," she turns to Sam with a pause, "and the smoking man or something, and the X Files are real?" Jamie asks as Sam gives you an offended expression.

"No, 'The X Files' is a T.V. show. This is real." Dean sarcastically smiles before dropping it at the end.

"Oh." He shoots her another quick sarcastic smile before drinking the rest of his whiskey.

"Ok, so, the stagecraft, the costuming-
it's like he's trying to reenact his favorite monster-movie moments." Sam finalizes while Dean pours himself another drink.

"Yea- right down to the bloody murders." You quip before taking his glass and downing it. You're starting to get the love for bitterness after dealing with all this bullshit. Dean watches with a dropped jaw but doesn't interrupt.

"Wait a second, who the hell is Mina?" Jamie shakes her head in confusion.

"Mina?" You and Sam ask at the same time, both with furrowed brows.

"Yea- that's what he called Jamie. And he called me Mr. Harker." Dean tries to clarify.

"Jonathon Harker?" You mumble but Sam asks louder than you.

"We gotta stop doing that." You whisper, assuming it fell on deaf ears but you notice Sam's short smile.

Dean gestures a head shake with widened eyes, him having no clue who that is.

"They're characters from the movies and the novels." You nod along as Sam amusingly shares.

"Yup, Mina," you point at Jamie, "Dracula's intended bride."

"Harker," Sam points at Dean, "the fiancé that stands in the way. Seems like he's fixating on you, like he sees you as his bride."

"Wow... lucky me." Jamie tiredly jokes before pouring herself a drink.

"But to fixate on you, this is personal, the shifter has to have seen you before or been around you." This is like a stalker-deluded-serial killer situation but it's supernatural.

"Jamie, has anybody strange come to town, somebody that has taken specific notice of you." Dean asks but Jamie shakes her head in dismissal.

"I don't know, Dean. It's Oktoberfest. I'm a bartender. There's a lot of people. I... wait a second. There is Ed."

"Ed Brewer, Ed?" Sam asks in disbelief.

"Yea... he moved here about a month ago. Lucy swears he has a crush on me. He comes in almost every night. But, you know, I don't think he's the type of guy-"

"Where does Ed live?" Dean cuts her off without a care.

"I don't know. But he works at the old movie theater. I think he's the projectionist there."

Ed wouldn't rat himself out and claim he was a witness. The infatuation towards Jamie wouldn't compel the urge to insert themself, so the unsub couldn't be him. It felt too easy now... and you knew that when the case starts to feel this way, then you're wrong.
You must've missed something.

"Take care of Mina?" Sam asks before nudging you to follow him.

"Yup." Dean agrees before expectantly looking at you.

"I'm gonna stay here, something is off." Sam wordlessly nods before leaving and you pull an extra seat and sit at the end of the table.

"What do you mean something is off? Seems pretty straightforward." Dean questions you.

"Dean, in my experience, the straightforward answer isn't the correct choice. It's just the most obvious. And I'm sure Sam can handle himself if I'm wrong." You grab his refilled glass and take a drink again.

"You can grab your own glass, y'know?" He shoots you a look before giving up. Your careless shrug urged him to roll his eyes as you all kept drinking.

"Guess I got you both here with me after all." Jamie humorlessly chuckles.

"You both flatter me." Sarcasm coating your words as you rip the stopper off the bottle and waterfall some of it into your mouth. You were definitely getting drunk; you never drank this much or as hard of liquor when you were a formal FBI agent but this... this is intense.

"Ok... my head is starting to hurt. Can we switch spots, Jamie?" The buzz eased some of your frustrations but the amount of stress you were being put under in the past two days was alarming. She gets up and you slowly move to put your back against the booth wall.

"Can't hold your liquor?" Dean teases and you click your tongue in annoyance.

"Not in your frustrating presence." You snap at him as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

"Like sexually or-" He starts but you don't let him finish.

"Shut up, Dean." You exhale before meeting his gaze, his expression softens once he sees your tired eyes.

Jamie begins to pace in thought, wrapping her head around all the information she just learned in the span of a few hours.

"So... monsters are real." Finalizing a truth you wish you never learned.

"Some of them, yea." The Winchester awaits the point she's trying to get across as you try to grab the bottle once more. He moves it out of your reach without sparing you a glance,
how did he know? You had no clue.

"And the shapeshifter, he can turn into different people." She pauses in confusion.

"Yea, except this one..." you trail off with a sharp exhale.

"This one's turning into the great monsters of screenland. Which is a new one for me." Dean finishes your sentence before taking a sip of his drink.

"You're not really FBI, are you? I mean... Heart, I would believe, she looks as astounded as I am." Your eyes widen but you swiftly hide your surprise.

"Not so much, and she's new."

"So, this is what you do? You and your partners just tramp across the country on your own dime until you find some horrible nightmare to fight?" You scoff at the idea in amusement.

"Yea, and some people paint." You cast Dean a look as he matched the last three words. Sending you a sarcastic smile before you roll your eyes.

"Wow." Jamie shakes her head in shock.

"What?" You ask the girl who seems to almost be mocking you and the Winchesters.

"That must suck. I mean, you're giving up your lives for this terrible... I don't know, responsibility." You nod along, not bothering to argue despite that you really have no choice.

"Last few years, I started thinking that way, and uh, you know, it started- started weighing on me. Of course, that was before..." he trails off with a lifeless chuckle that made your heart stop, he died, he licks his lips while repositioning himself, "a little while ago, I had this- it's called a near-death experience. Very near." She sits right beside him as he continues.

"And uh," Dean clears his throat, "when I came to... things were different. My life's been different. I realize that I help people. Not just help them, though. I save them. I guess it's- it's awesome. It's kind of like a gift... like a mission. Kind of like a... a mission from God." He leans in closer to her and you automatically wish you had just gone with Sam.

"So does that make you... some kind of monk or something." She whispers and he quirks his head in confusion. "You know, celibate?"

"Man, I hope not." Somebody please kill you now.

They start making out with no shame as you chug the rest of the bottle.

"I'm just gonna get another one." You lamely mutter before sliding out of the booth. You move around the bar and start making your favorite drink. The lights get flicked on and Lucy stands to your left holding a bottle.

"Holy crap, oh my god, Jamie. Guys, I'm- I'm sorry. I thought you three were going out." She forcefully smiles but you notice her tight grip on the bottle.

"Not me." You mumble as you squeeze some lime into the glass cup.

"Lucy, it's- it's ok. Uh, listen-" Jamie tries to reason but Lucy cut her off.

"You know what? I just- I came to borrow a bottle. I kinda got something going back at my..." she clicks her tongue, "anyway, uh, you guys look really busy so I'm just gonna get out of your hair."

"No- seriously, Lucy, it's been a crazy night. Stay for a drink." Dean unwillingly agrees.

"Yea... stay for a drink." His tone way too obvious as he sarcastically smiles.

"Please do." You beg in attempt to not third wheel.

"Alright then." She sits at your old seat while you chug the sweet drink you made. You grab a glass of the alcohol Lucy chose before going back behind the bar. Swiftly drinking it all as you realize what today is.

You naturally tune out their conversation as you pull out your phone. Repeating the numbers you wanted to type out in your head.

Just one call.

It's his birthday.

Why can't you call on his birthday?

It's not fair.

You look over at the counter with the bar's phone. He couldn't track you if you will be long gone by the time that he gets the location.

"Just one call." You drunkenly decide as you grab it, putting yours in your back pocket.

You messily punch in the number sequence and once you hear the slow rings, your heart stops.

"Hello?" Your heart aches as you hear the man you love. His tired voice as you hadn't bothered to check what time it is for him.

"Hello? Is someone there?" Tears brim your eyes as you draw back a slow and shaky breath.

"Happy birthday." You mutter before pulling the phone away from you to end it quickly.

"HH?" He rushes out but it was faint due to the proximity between you and the phone. You put the phone back in its original place, ending the call. You didn't want him to call back so you set all calls to go straight to voicemail.

That's when your vision started to blur, not in a crying way but in a vertigo induced way.
What the hell? You turned after hearing a swift punch. Lucy was on the ground and that's when you knew that you were right on it not being Ed.

"It's her, isn't it?" You ask as you clumsily walk over to Dean's side. She pops her jaw back into place with a grotesque sound following the movement.

He kicks her square in the face as she rolls back, landing with a smile. You steady Dean as he struggled to stay awake.

"Oh damn it-" he looks over at the bottle, "what did you put in our drinks?!" He grabs the bottle and smashed it.

"That's alright... we'll skin you, ourselves." He whispers as he looks at one of the three Lucy's he's starting to see. He holds the bottle out before faceplanting. She stands up and moves forward yet waits for you to fall as well.

"Oh hey, by the way..." you slap her and you hear a sizzle from your ring connecting to her skin, "Spence ain't cheap." You chuckle as you feel all consciousness slip.

"Hold me-" you pass out falling right into her arms.

Jamie shakes you awake and you sharply inhale. You rub your eyes before taking a look around the room.

"Oh this is nice, at least we're not dead." You mumble with a chronic headache. You look at Jamie as she scoffs.

"You, awake. The gowns- it suits your beauty." Both of you snap your heads, spotting Dracula pointing at a white and red gown. "Please- put them on."

"Where are we? What have you done with Dean." Jamie scans the room.

"Please tell me he's finally dead." You unamusingly add, Dracula smiles at you sickly.

"Harker is resting elsewhere. Please, put on the gowns and you may dine. We are having pizza." He turns to point at the dining table.

"What? What is wrong with you? You made up Lucy, right? Pretended to be my friend." You are quickly reminded of Michelle, frowning at Jamie and Dracula.

"I needed to know if you were the one. Heart is here because her beauty cannot be wasted." You frown even more. You were too pretty to leave behind? That's why you're here? That is sick and twisted and partially flattering.

"You could try talking to people, but instead you become this?" You interject as Jamie sighs.

"The gowns."

"I don't want to play your stupid game, ok?" You wince at Jamie's words, that wasn't smart... it would only make him more aggressive. "I just- I just want to go home."

"Put on the gowns-" he raises his voice in anger, dropping his whole act. She flinches and you remain to blankly look at him. She slowly reaches for her white one and you grab your red one. Dracula walks away but remains turned around for you both to change.

You strip off your borrowed jacket, and the rest of your clothes, slipping on the gown as it hugged your curves nicely. If you make it out of this, you're totally keeping the gown.
You gesture to Jamie that she needs to remain calm, she gives you a curt nod in understanding as you both smooth out the clothes and fix each other's hair.

"I- I scared you. You were the only one I don't want to scare." He mutters in a normal voice before turning around to face you two. "I used to love the movies." He gestures to the environment.

"They aren't real. You can't make them real." You shake your head at her idiocracy, she shouldn't tear his delusion.

"'Real' is being born this way. Different.
'Real' is having your dad call you 'monster'-
it's the first time you hear the word and he tries to beat you to death with a shovel.
Everywhere I ran, everywhere I tried to hide, people found me- dragged me out and attacked me. Called me 'freak,' called me 'monster.' Then I found them. The great monsters. In their movies, they were strong.
They were feared. They were beautiful.
And now I am like them. Commanding- terrifying." He finishes with a sniffle and a small chuckle after using the Hungarian accent.

"Lonely." You frown at the man.

"Was lonely. Now I... I have you both." He tries to reach for you and the blonde, Jamie flinches and he pulls back but you let him graze your hair. You understood that he was a monster, but he was made by monsters, not born as one.

"Ever think that maybe you're lonely because you kill people?" Jamie is officially going under the 'can't take a hint' women category. Dracula releases your hair, pulling away from you both.

"Or I kill people because I'm lonely." A sound was heard from inside the house. Sam?

"Did you hear that?" He asks.

"Yea-"

"What? Dean? Dean!" What does she see in him? Dracula punches her, his rage, as you expected, showing. He knocks her out cold and you take a cautious step back. He gasps at the realization of what he has done.

"I got her, go." You gently say in hopes he would leave you both alone. He walks over to a dark corner of the room but you didn't bother to look at where he went.

"Jamie, you stupid son of a bitch, you can't deny his fantasy or else he'll get aggressive. That's like psyche 101."
You breathlessly rush out while tapping her face. "Wake up, the punch wasn't even that hard- unless shifters have like super strength." You then turn to see the door open, Sam peaking through with a gun.

"Sam?" You ask but Dracula swoops in and tosses the giant of a man.

"You will never be Van Helsing!" He says as Sam crashes through a wall. The gun glides in your direction, you quickly decide you should pick it up while Dean attacks Dracula but gets an elbow to the face a few times.

"And now, Harker, you die!" Dean shoves him off before eyeing the gun as well. He makes a move for it but the shifter grabs him and lands a solid punch that knocks Dean to the floor. You grab the gun while both were unaware of what you were doing.

"How about you shut up?" You aim the gun, cocking it as you give Dracula a warm smile. He charges at you but you duck under his right arm, taking a hold of it with your left and spinning him so he flips and lands on his back.

You press your bare foot down onto his chest, swiftly pulling the trigger. The bullet flew right between his eyes. Because his skin was a shifter's skin, the bullet hole was malleable. His blood sprayed your face due to the close proximity. You release a short breath before getting off of him and turning to Dean.

"Well damn." He looks at you with amazement.

You hear a croak out of Dracula, huffing, you aim your gun behind you without looking; shooting him through the heart.
Some things never change.
You use the hand that held the gun to wipe your face from the slight blood spatter.

And while some things never change, it felt like everything just did. You now had no issues with shooting through the heart but you also didn't have to. You went for a headshot this time. You have adapted to your surroundings at this point. No longer feeling trapped in your mind as you barely had time to stress over your anxieties in the past two days.

You start to laugh almost concerningly,
at least to Dean.
Everything just clicked, you are now a fucking hunter.

I feel so damn free.

"What is it?" Dean asks as Sam goes to carry Jamie, along with her clothes.

"Perhaps this is how the movie should end."
I amusingly smile with a look I've never shown for years. It was like feeling like a kid again- I was finally believing I'm in my own body,
I'm here.

Still anxious but once that bullet ripped through Dracula's skull, it's like it unlocked the chain around mine.

"You're crazy." He smiles with a headshake. I hand him his gun, still softly laughing.

"Maybe, but dudes dig crazy chicks." I shrug before grabbing my things and following Sam out of the 'mansion.'

I was putting everything into the trunk as Sam was standing near Dean giving Jamie a very rated 'R' goodbye.

"I need my own designed gun." I realize that Sam and Dean have their own fancy guns and I left my black one back in Virginia.
Cruel world we live in.

I huff before closing the trunk and joining the boys who now stood by the Impala.

"It would be nice if life was movie-simple. Although, if I was turning life into a movie, I wouldn't do this 'Abbott and Costello meet the monster' crap."

You're telling me...
this was a life changing experience.
My 'simple' fix was rough due to that fact that we were put through the mental wringer... but it's slightly concerning that one case with these boys did that. Why couldn't your team do it?
I shake it off before I get in too deep with the mental cage.

"Yea, no, I know what you'd pick." Sam finalizes while I put my right arm to rest on his left bicep, leaning on him with a smile.

"Oh for sure, I think I do too." I agree as Sam smiles down at me.

"No, you don't." Dean laughs it off which makes you smirk.

"Yea, we do." Sam presses further.

"No- you don't." Disbelief etched onto Dean's face causing me to smirk.

"Do you wanna say it or should I?" Giving Sam a false curious look, only to break character as a toothy grin breaks out onto his face.

"Porky's..." Sam starts as Dean shakes his head, "The second one." I finish with amusement.

Dean's face falls as he looked between you two.

"What?"

"You heard us." Sam whispers back.

"Lucky guess." He starts to walk to the driver's side.

"Right." Sam and I say at once.

"You guys need to stop doing that freakish hive mind crap." Dean complains before getting in the car.

I shake my head in dismissal before straightening out and backhanding Sam's arm.

"C'mon before he leaves us behind." My remark causing Sam to match your facial expression.

The End...?

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Author speaks!!
Ok so the pov change was important for the character arc. I'm having a hard time switching but I already planned for this so I just gotta suck it up. I really wanna stay true to writing this only in the reader's perspective and not any of the other characters but I might do a random filler to check on the BAU. Perchance.
Much love<3