Imagine going to Santa Carla and discovering something sinister . . .

A/n - this chapter is hecking long, just a warning.

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Word Count: 2960

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Baby's engine purrs softly as Dean drives her confidently to the Winchester's next destination: Santa Carla.

Your two older brothers had decided to let you tag along, seeing as you haven't spent very much time with them as of late. Truth is, they wanted to keep an eye on you because they knew you were feeling down. Sam was the first to notice your sadness. He saw how the things that usually cheered you up had no effect as you sank into a depression.

As luck would have it, this next hunt was in the best location for a vacation, apart from being the 'murder capital of the world'.

Apparently, people have been disappearing around these parts for a very long time, never to be seen again. Which sounds like something right up the Winchester's alley.

Currently, you're staring out at the countryside before laying down in the backseat. "Wake me up when we get there, please."

Dean nods through the rear view, but you don't pay attention.

He and Sam share a look before they sigh.

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"Get up, squirt. We're here," Dean tells you as he opens the door.

You groan and stretch before getting up, "Finally."

Usually you would make a smart remark about Dean's driving or Sam's map-reading skills, but you don't.

You weren't seriously depressed, just sad for some unknown reason. Just a weight pressing in on you from all sides, not letting you feel anything apart from a heaviness in your soul.

You think it may pass soon, because it often follows a wave pattern: coming full blast one moment and almost gone the next.

The fresh air teases your hair as you move your bag into the motel. By now a twinge of excitement has crept into your body.

"Can I go explore? I wanna check out the boardwalk."

Sam glances at Dean for a split second before turning to you, "Okay, but take your gun, and be careful, oh, and don't be too long."

"I take my gun everywhere, and I'm always careful. As for that last bit, I make absolutely no promises," you smirk, already feeling a bit better.

You turn on your heel and walk out of the room into the sidewalk.

Dressed in black short-shorts, a black tank-top, and a f/c flannel, you're dressed perfectly for the warm night. The sun just beginning to set in a fiery display of oranges and pinks.

Taking your time, you stay true to your word and explore. First, you hit the shops.

You've never really been a fan of shopping, but you enjoy browsing through the various clothes and baubles that you discover.

A comic book shop snatched your attention, so you meander into it.

Two boys, who can't be more than eighteen or nineteen years old, are working behind the counter. One has a red bandana tied around his head and is wearing a red plaid shirt overtop a black top. The other has dog tags and an army-green shirt.

You smile at them and dip your head in greeting before flipping through an issue of Batman. Dean's always wanted to be Batman, which is fitting because they both have dead parents.

You could be Batman too then, you smile sadly.

Placing the book back onto the shelf, you look questionably at the bandana kid as he stares at you.

"Can I help you?" You ask, going to the counter.

"You're new here."

It wasn't a question but you answer anyways, "Just passing through."

"Be careful here, strange things happen."

"Don't worry about me," you say, weirded out by the cryptic warning. "Goodnight."

You leave the shop and head to the boardwalk. The delectable smells of carnival food assault you, bringing your attention to your hungry stomach.

Now the only thought on your mind was what to eat. You saw a Chinese Restaurant about a block away, but the aroma of cotton candy and corn dogs is too alluring. So, you make your way to the booth that sells them. 

Purchasing a bag of cotton candy and a corn dog, you hold the bag in your hand as and eat the corn dog right away. You finish the 'dog in record time, and decide to snack on the fluffy sugar as you walk down the beach.

The moon reflects on the waves as you smile softly. It paints such a pretty picture.

Behind you, a loud concert goes on, the lead singer is playing saxophone without a shirt on. People cheer and dance and smoke and drink as the music plays.

Sometimes, you wished for that sort of freedom. But, your life was solely focused on hunting monsters and saving people.

Still, would it hurt to have a little fun?

Sighing, you turn away from the raucous scene to keep walking by yourself.

Loud whooping and the revving of motorcycle engines add to the noise. Unconsciously, you look towards the disruption.

Four men have just arrived on stripped-down bikes, joking and laughing with each other. They get off their bikes and light up some cigarettes as you strain to get a better look in the darkness.

One is a tiny bit taller than the rest, with long dirty-blond hair and some bracelets. Another is also blond, but his hair is way curlier, and he wears a jacket adorned with multiple patches.

The third one you notice has a bit darker of a completion and has long dark brown hair. The most alerting thing about him is the fact that he's not wearing a shirt, only a leather jacket.

The final man has a platinum blond mullet and wears a long black coat and black leather gloves. He has a bit of stubble on his chin.

Something that they all have in common is their handsomeness. Each boy is stunningly gorgeous, enough to make you blush as they take notice of your staring.

You quickly avert your gaze as your eyes connect with the platinum blond's. Sand churns beneath your feet as you make for the concert, hoping to get lost in the crowd.

A drunken passerby slams into you, making you collapse into the sand with a sour expression.

You're about to stand before you notice a hand reaching out to assist you. Following the leopard print patched up jacket sleeve, you are met with the beautiful eyes of the curly blond.

Hesitantly, you accept the generous offer and he helps you to your feet, a sweet smile adorning his features.

He's a cutie, you think as you try to look anywhere else but his playful eyes.

His smile impossibly grows just as the other three guys start to crowd you.

"What's your name, doll?" The Twisted Sister lookalike asks, a smirk on his lips. In fact, each of them has some form of a smirk painting their faces.

"Uh, not 'doll', that's for sure," you mumble, walking past them.

They laugh and easily keep pace with you.

"I'm Paul," he persists in talking with you.

You just nod. Normally, you wouldn't be so rude, but you're feeling a bit uneasy. Maybe it's your hunter's instinct, but it feels like they're trying to hunt you down.

There's something animalistic about them.

Maybe it's in your head.

"I'm Marko," the cute curly haired one says, elbowing Paul out of his way so that he could stand beside you.

You smile shyly as you glance at him.

"Dwayne," the dark haired one states with a smile.

Nodding, you silently wish they would leave you alone, although it is kind of nice to have the attention. You don't really get many people taking an interest in you, yet you see your brothers being fawned over all the time. Sometimes, you get a bit jealous of that.

The one with the platinum blond mullet outpaces you and comes to a halt in front of you, making you slam into his chest.

Startled, you look into his grinning face and step backwards only to hit Dwayne's bare chest. Marko and Paul surround your sides, leaving you trapped.

Flushed, you look at stare down the one in front of you, silently daring him to do something. Your fingers twitch, itching to latch onto your gun, but you resist. They haven't technically done anything yet.

But if they try anything, you'll be ready.

"Name's David, sweetheart," he says, pulling a cigarette from behind his ear and lighting it.

"Y/n," you inform them all, giving in.

Their eyes meet and they smile.

"Pleasure to meet you."

You squirm between David and Marko, "Likewise."

"Hey, where're you going?"

You glance at around, "I have to go, I'm meeting someone."

"We wouldn't be gentlemen if we left you all alone."

"They'll be here soon," you try reassuring them.

David takes a long drag of smoke, "We don't mind, Y/n."

You sigh. These guys are persistent.

"What does your friend look like?" Marko questions, almost knowingly.

You fumble for a response, making Paul snicker. Bristling, you state, "I forgot, they said they wouldn't make it tonight. I'll just leave."

"In that case, you can hang with us," Dwayne says, uncrossing his arms. In doing so, he reveals the leopard on the sleeve of his leather jacket.

You shake your head, "Wouldn't want to impose."

"C'mon, it'll be fun!" Marko chimes, "Besides, you could use some fun."

They won't take a hint, you bite your lip out of irritation or intrigue.

These guys seem okay enough. You've certainly hung out with worse characters before. But you're still hesitant. Hadn't you just said you wanted some fun? Here lies the opportunity, and you're so close to missing it.

Before you can allow your sensible side to regain control, you shrug, "Why not?"

Marko slaps Paul's back and yips excitedly, while Paul laughs and shoved him back. Dwayne smiles broadly and David has his signature grin.

This should be interesting, to say the least.

David jerks his head towards the bikes, "Come on then."

Amidst the boys, you walk towards the vehicles. Do they expect you to ride with one of them?

"Ever heard of Hudson's Bluff?"

You shake your head, "I'm not from here, just passing through."

"What brings you to Santa Carla?"

"Work," you reply curtly. You're not sure you should be doing this, but you haven't felt excitement rushing through your veins like this for a long time.

Each of the boys mount their bikes and turn to look at you expectantly.

Uncertain, you look at your feet.

"You can ride with me, if you want," Marko smiles sweetly.

Nodding, you hop on behind him and haltingly wrap your arms around him loosely.

"Might wanna hang on tighter," he says before all the boys ignite their engines in a deafening roar.

It's been a long time since you were on the back of a motorbike.

The wind rushes violently by as you take off down the beach. The boys holler and laugh and you clutch onto Marko, a bit scared but enjoying the feeling of the dangerous speed.

Soon enough, you make it to the bluff. It's foggy out, so you can't see much, but you do notice stairs leading to a blocked off area.

"Let me guess, we're going down there," you acknowledge the rickety stairs as you dismount.

"That's right," Dwayne answers, already heading down.

"After you, doll," Paul dips into a small bow and allows you to enter the cave first.

You try to ignore the warning signs on the cave and in your head as you walk into the dark.

Dwayne lights a few barrels so the cave is lit. A few pigeons fly to Marko and he greets them happily. You smile involuntarily at that.

David goes and sits on an old wheelchair as Paul walks around the perimeter of a broken fountain. Dwayne plays some quiet rock music.

"Marko, food," David demands.

Without a second thought, the curly blond departs.

"What do you think?" He asks.

You look at the homy dwelling, "It's cool. Edgy."

He smirks then points to the couch, "Sit."

You sit, because you've made it this far and because you're tired of standing.

"So, Y/n, what were you doing on the boardwalk all alone?" Dwayne speaks up.

"I was enjoying my cotton candy," you frown as you realize that you left the candy behind when you fell.

"What kind of work brings you here?"

"Well, technically it's my brothers work, I'm just tagging along."

"What do they do?"

"Stuff," your eyes narrow. They're getting kind of pushy. "What do you guys do for a living?"

Before they can answer, Marko comes back, "Feeding time!"

"Chinese, good choice," David appraises the food. "Do you like Chinese, Y/n?"

"Yeah, I'm not that hungry though."

"Come on," he hands me a takeout box full of rice, "Have some."

The other boys are eagerly digging into their food, so you accept it and take a bite. It tastes pretty great, so you take another bite.

"How are the maggots, Y/n?" David questions, staring at you.

You look at him, puzzled.

"Maggots, Y/n. You're eating maggots. How do they taste?" He leans forward.

Confused, you look down at the food and see writhing maggots. Cursing, you drop it and spit out the mouthful you were chewing. You look horrified as they laugh.

You glance back at the maggots only to find them replaced with rice.

"The hell was that?!" You shout angrily.

David shrugs, "It was just a joke. Sorry, Y/n."

You glare at Paul as he snickers.

"Here, try the noodles," David reaches out, revealing a writhing mass of worms.

Recoiling in disgust, you stare at them incredulously. They laugh again.

Jerks, you seethe, hating being the butt of the joke.

"Sorry, sorry. That's the last time, I promise."

You carefully observe him as he eats the perfectly normal noodles. What good are promises if you don't trust him?

Marko goes to David's side and the platinum blond whispers something to him. He nods excitedly and smirks at you before retrieving a bejewelled wine bottle. Suspicion lurks in your veins, as David takes a satisfied drink from it.

What is going on here?

He swipes his lips before handing the bottle to you, "Drink, Y/n. Be one of us."

By now, you've realized that something is very wrong here. These guys are way too suspicious.

You decline.

He doesn't look happy with your refusal. "C'mon, it tastes good."

"No thanks, I better be going anyways, it's getting late," you excuse yourself, rising to your feet.

Each of the boys rise with you.

"We insist."

You clench your jaw, "Well I refuse. Goodnight."

Turning to head up the stairs and out the cave, you find yourself facing Dwayne's chest. He grins down at you.

Without hesitation, you pull out your gun and press it against his stomach, "Move."

"Ooh," Paul drawls, laughing and nudging Marko. "She's packing heat."

"Bullets don't scare us, babe," Marko smirks as they get closer.

Should've been more careful, dummy, you chastise yourself. Should've stayed at the motel, but no. Had to go explore.

It's not like you haven't died before, being a Winchester and all, but they don't seem to want to flat out kill you.

"Let me go, and I won't have to kill you," you say evenly, although your heartbeat is pounding furiously. Stupid!

Another round of callous laughter.

"Hear that boys?"

"Hear what?" Paul tilts his head.

Marko plays along, "Yeah, hear what?"

You're about ready to shoot them all in the head, just to get them to shut up.

"She think she can take us all on," Dwayne says, seeming just as amused as the rest.

"You have three seconds before I shoot," you warn, moving so that you have each of them in your sights.

David's lips curl into an amused smirk. 

Screw it, you think and squeeze the trigger, successfully shooting the closest one.

Dwayne barks in pain, but other than that, is unaffected.

Quick as a flash, David is in front of you. He wrenches the firearm out of your grip and shoves you onto the couch.

Paul and Marko are swift to hold you down as you thrash wildly. You shout obscenities and manage to land a few blows before Dwayne joins the tussle and holds your legs down.

Marko and Paul are keeping your arms firm against the raggedy couch, as David straddles you. His knees press against your sides as you continue to struggle. He holds the wine bottle above your mouth and smirks, "Open wide."

Your mouth clamps shut.

"Don't be so difficult, doll," Paul says, moving so that his knee is pressing your arm down. With his free hand, he forces your mouth open. Marko follows suit and plugs your nose.

David pours the red liquid into your mouth, the boys cheering as he does. Paul then clamps his hand over your mouth, ensuring that you do not spit it out. You refuse to swallow, until you start to see spots and your lungs burn like fire.

The liquid is cold as it slips down your throat. You finally register the coppery flavour, and your eyes widen in horror.

You've been in bad situations before, but this is by far the worst. Well, close to the worst.

They forced you to drink blood.

So, they must be vampires then. At least now  you know what you're up against.

They release you and laugh at your disorientation as you scramble away, falling to the floor in the process.

"You're one of us now, Y/n."

Shaking your head, you look around as the room seemingly spins. "I'll never be one of you."

"You don't have a choice."