~*****~

I gazed at the radio as it thrummed with some sort of weird, spooky music. "Radio around here sucks." Dean mentions as I try switching it to something else.

"You're telling me. But, it beats five hours of classical just for the screaming infant we asked Bobby to watch before coming down to Pennsylvania." I retort as I switch it off.

Dean snorted. "My angel? Nah, I don't think so. She's perfectly content listening to some AC/DC." Sam chuckled and resumed looking through the file he and I compiled. "C'mon, man. Jobs don't get much weirder than this, you know. Dead vic with a gnawed-on neck, body drained of blood, and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire."

"No, I-- I agree, it's a hell of a case." Sam nodded.

Dean and I shared a look before I turned in the seat, and leaned over the cushion. "Little more gusto, Sammy, please." I state.

"It's just--" Sam sighed. "The world is coming to an end. Things are a little complicated, you know?"

"Well, we can't save the world, not today anyway." Dean mentioned. "But what we can do, is chop off some vamps' heads. C'mon 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's not wrong, Sammy. And, to top it off, the city we're going to, is knee deep in Oktoberfest!" I exclaim. Sam rolled his eyes.

~*****~

Even if I couldn't put on one of those skimpy bar maid dresses to enjoy the festival, I felt overjoyed to walk into the cusp of Oktoberfest wearing my stupid FED suit. "We still gotta see the new Raiders movie." Dean mentioned as I tucked my fake ID into my jacket.

"Saw it." Sam mentioned.

"Yeah, I did, too." I shrug.

"Without me?" Dean asked in an offended tone.

I give him a smirk. "You were in Hell, remember?" I retort. "Had to get out of the house, didn't give birth yet, so...." I trail off.

"That's no excuse." Dean retorted.

Sam and I shared an amused glance.

"Oh, big pretzel!" I hear Dean comment.

"And there he goes," I sigh. "Seriously, Sammy, after we nail this case, we're stopping at a bar and sampling the ale until we can't think."

Sammy rolled his eyes. "Since when was the last time you got to drink, anyway?"

"Before I found out I was pregnant, so I'm a little thirsty for alcohol." I shove his arm. Dean gave us a grin as he handed over two large pretzels for us. A pretty blonde strut past us, and gave me a well timed chirp of a greeting. "Well, looks like I'm still in the game, Dean."

"How come you're not wearing one of those?" Dean asks.

"Because I'm still losing the baby weight, I'm not putting anything on that will remotely chaff my skin." I retort before I gaze off. "Looks like that's our guy." I gesture to the sheriff.

Sam leads the way. "Sheriff Dietrich." Sam greeted.

I pulled out my badge while fumbling around with the large pretzel. "You the guys from the feds?"

"Agents Angus, Young, and Lee." Sam introduced us. "We called ahead about your... problem."

"Right, uhm..." Sheriff Dietrich hummed. "I'll tell you what, why don't we talk this out away from the crowd, huh?"

Sheriff Dietrich led us to the morgue and pulled out the body for us to look at. Tugging back the blanket, I suppressed the urge to gag. "Marissa Wright, twenty six, just up from Lockhard for the 'fest." He clicked his tongue and sighed. "Terrible. Just terrible. It's the last thing this town needs at peak tourist season."

I bit my tongue for a minute. "Definitely the last thing Marissa Wright needed." I mentioned irritably. Dean tugged her head to the side to reveal a set of cliché vampire bites.

"What the hell--"

"Yeah, you got me--" Sheriff Dietrich cut Dean off. "I mean, this killer's some kind of grade-A wacko, right? I mean, some Satan-worshipping, Anne Rice-Reading, gothic psycho vampire wannabe, right?"

"Sheriff, in your report, you mentioned a witness?" Dean asked.

Sheriff Dietrich sighed. "Yeah, I wish I didn't. But our witness insisted. That's Ed Brewer. Not exactly what you'd call reliable."

~*****~

We found a lively bar where we were told we'd see Ed Brewer. People were chatting loudly, drinking their beers with big smiles on their faces-- almost as if a woman hadn't been killed by a vampire that came from a literal movie. "I remember you." The bartender chirped as we approached the bar.

My lips quirked up in a smile. "And I remember you, Jamie." I retort while my eyes casually flick over her nametag. "I never forget a pretty face."

"We're looking for Ed Brewer," Sam mentioned.

"What do you want with Ed?" Jamie asked almost defensively.

I tugged out my badge and gave it a quick flash. "Mr. Brewer witnessed a serious crime, we just-"

"Wait a minute," Jamie cut me off. "You're a fed? Wow, you don't come on like a fed." She cleared her throat a little. "Seriously?"

I scrunch my nose a bit. "Jamie, it's Oktoberfest. If I weren't in this suit, doing my job, you'd find me waist deep in the best brew this town has got to offer with my top tied around my head." I mention to her. Jamie flushes a bit. "So, can you please tell us where to find Mr. Brewer, I can get this case closed and maybe you could show me just how fun this festival can get."

That did the trick. Because she'd led us to the table where a man with a pencil mustache sat, drinking from a large flagon. "I told the cops everything I saw." Ed mentioned. "No one believes me. Why should you be any different?"

Dean huffed a little. "Believe me, Mr. Brewer, we're different."

"I spoke the god's honest truth, and now I'm the town joke." Ed retorted.

"Marissa Wright's murder is no joke to us." I state. "And we want to hear everything. No matter how strange it may seem."

"We have a lot of experience with strange." Dean adds.

Ed glanced between us for a moment before sipping at his flagon again. "It was just after midnight..." Ed started. "I just left here, and like I do every night, I cut through the park on the way home. At first, I thought it was a couple kissing. But she was... struggling too much. And this man, he was-- well, he was biting her neck."

"Can you describe her assailant?" Sam asked.

"Oh, he was a vampire!" Ed declared immediately.

"Okay, right, and by that, you mean--" Dean trails off.

"You know, a vampire." Ed stated and made a strange hissing noise to prove his point. We all hummed in response.

"So, he looked like--"

"He looked like a vampire, you know, with the fangs and the slicked back hair and the fancy cape and the little medallion thingy on the ribbon." Ed explained.

"You... You mean like a Dracula?" I ask.

Ed pointed at me. "Exactly! Like a Dracula! Right down to the accent."

"The accent." Sam echoed. Ed nodded. "What did he say?"

"You know, something like, Stay Away, Mortal!" Ed exclaimed in a Hungarian accent. "The Night is Mine!" To prove his point, Ed covered his eyes as if he were wearing a cape. We just stared at him. "You do believe me, don't you?"

I held up my hand for a moment. "I'm gonna go get a drink." I mention cautiously. "Gentlemen, I hope you'll continue to talk, and spare no details, Mr. Brewer." Sam gave me his bitch face when I'd trailed away from the table and up to the bar where Jamie sat. "Got a beer back there for me?" I ask.

"I don't know, Agent Lee, you off duty?" Jamie retorted in a teasing manner.

I smirk. "And then some." Jamie smiles and trots off to get me a beer. Sam and Dean walk up to me with dejected looks. "So, what do you two think?"

"Goth, psycho vampire wannabe." Dean retorts.

Sam sighs and nods. "Definitely not our kind of case."

"Agreed..." I trail off. "But who cares? Room's paid for, and it's Oktoberfest. Come on, boys!" I whine as I drag them to a table.

"Beer and bar wenches." Dean agrees.

"Pretty sure women today don't react well to the whole wench thing, guys." Sam states impishly.

"Hey, Bar Wench, where's that beer?" I call to Jamie at the bar.

"Coming up, my lady!" Jamie retorts.

Sam shakes his head. "Dude, Oktoberfest." I hiss before Jamie sets down my drink.

She glances at Dean and Sam. "What can I get for you two?"

"Oh, he doesn't drink," Dean mentions. "He's a Christian scientist. Doesn't even take aspirin. He's a real drag on stake outs. I'll have a beer, though."

Jamie laughed. "Your friend is funny, Agent Lee."

I pat at his shoulder. "Well, to be honest, it's a packaged deal, and we're a lot more than funny if you catch my drift." I mention to her. "What time you get off?"

Jamie chuckled. "Ha, ha-- Like I said, funny."

"Oh, that would've been a time to right some wrongs." Dean drawled.

"Come again?" Sam laughed.

Dean grins. "Look at me. I came back from the furnace without any of my old scars, right? You know, bullet wounds, knife cuts, none of the off-angled fingers from all the breaks. I mean, my hide is as smooth as a baby's bottom."

"Pun intended," I retort casually as I tip back my beer.

"Which, leads me to conclude, sadly... That my virginity is intact." Dean comments and I nearly spray my beer onto Sam.

"What?" Sam and I echo with a laugh.

"I have been re-hymenated." Dean says.

"Re--" Sam snorts and laughs. "Please. Dean, maybe angels can pull you out of hell, but no one could do that. Besides, I don't believe for a second that the first thing you do when you got out was--"

"If you haven't noticed, Sam, I'm still recovering from giving birth to a nine pound kid, there's no way I'd be up for sex-- especially after the father of said child died and suddenly came back." I retort.

"Re-Hymenated." Dean states again. "And the dude will not abide."

"All right, dude, well, you go do whatever you got to do, and I'm gonna go back to the room and get some sleep." Sam laughs.

I tip my glass up for a moment. "Probably wear ear muffs, we're drinking heavy tonight."

And we had indeed drank very heavily. To the point where we were groping and making out in an alleyway, not bothering to pull away with a stumbling drunk came down the alleyway.

When we'd made it to the hotel room-- Sam was wearing his large, clunky ear muffs, as requested-- and fell onto to the floor besides the bed, completely hidden from Sam if he were to look over.

"God, I've missed this--" Dean growled, his hands tugging and tearing at the shirt I'd been in all night. My drunken mind couldn't even remember the stretch marks and slightly loose skin on my belly, all I could feel was his warmth surrounding me. He gave an appreciative groan when I'd tugged my bra up and over my breasts.

"Don't be too rough with them," I mention with a slight tremble in my tone. "I stopped breast feeding and they're sensitive right now." Which was mostly true. My milk production suddenly dried up from the amount of stress that had built up on all this damn angel business, but there were times were I'd suddenly start lactating out of nowhere, but Mary was already on formula, so it didn't really matter. But now that he was gently caressing them, I could start to see the milk supply start beading at the tips from the added stimulation. "'M sorry." I mutter as I wipe at it.

Dean chuckles. "Don't do that, it's natural, isn't it?" Dean asks, his lips trailing over one of my nipples, sucking it into his mouth with a deep groan. "I love every part of you, baby."

My hips began gyrating against his thigh, seeking out the relief I so desperately craved. With a grunt, Dean fumbled with his pants and tugged my skirt up and around my waist before easing himself inwards with a low groan.

That was new. Sex with Dean was always good, but this-- it felt way too good. Like a dial inside of me had been amped up to eleven. I dug my nails onto his broad shoulders and throwing my legs around his sharp hips, gazing up at him as he seated himself to the hilt. "De-Hymenated." Dean mentioned with a grin.

"Shut up and move--" I hiss at him as an unwanted bubble of laughter tried worming its way out. "You feel way too good not to move, Dean!"

Dean laughed before rolling his hips in a way that I'd loved so much. The rest of the night became a blur of messy orgasms.