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3.1 Bloodlust

Back in Black was blasting from the radio as they shiny new Impala drove down the long highway. I leaned forwards from the back seat, watching as Sam had his arm resting on the door with the windows rolled down.

"Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?" Dean asked with a big grin on his face.

"A cat's actually pur," I replied.

"You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let us know, Dean," Sam teased and I smirked. "Oh, don't listen to him, baby. He doesn't understand us," Dean said to the car.

I smiled, shaking my head, "Well, aren't you in a good mood, Tweety," I stated.

"Why shouldn't I be?" He asked, glancing over at me with his smile got smaller. "Just curious that's all," I replied smirking shaking my head a little. "Got a case, got my car─" He listed and sent me a smirk, "─things are looking up."

I smiled as Dean held his fist up as I bumped with my own. Sam let out a chuckle, looking between me and Dean, "Glad you two got back to the old times."

I smiled at him while Dean shrugged, "Yeah," He said and I giggled before looking at Sam laying my head on his shoulder. "How far to Red Lodge?" I asked.

"About another three hundred miles," Sam replied. Dean looked over at us and smirked, "Good," He said before looking back at road speeding up.

"It takes a few severed heads and a pile of dead cows and your as happy as the baby sun from the Teletubbies." I mumbled yet both of them heard me and they laughed. "That's right, sis," Dean agreed.

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When we finally got to Red Lodge we stopped for gas. Sam and Dean went to the trunk to grab their suits. "So what you now?" I asked, crossing my arms and leaning on the back door.

"Uh....reporters," Sam replied as he found the suits. He handed Dean one and closed the trunk.

"Maybe y'all should try the 'Weekly World News' this time," I suggested. "Good thinking, Daria," Dean said before he and Sam headed to the bathroom to change.

I sighed, looking around the small station as I waited. "What's up?" My head snapped and I jumped seeing Salem on the trunk.

"Jesus Christ Salem, please don't sneak up on me like that." I said holding a hand to my chest.

"Sorry. I checked around I couldn't find any demons so you should be safe for now..." I nodded, "Thank you," I whispered nodding my head. "They're back," Salem said before jumping into the back seat through the open window.

"Ready?" I asked as they came back and put their normal clothes inside the trunk. "Hell yeah," Dean said before the three of us climbed back in.

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"Okay," Dean started as he pulled the car in front of the police station. He turned to me, "Stay here, we'll be back soon." I nodded. "Call if anything happens," I stated as they were about to climb out, "Hey,"

They turned back to me. "Weekly World News," I repeated and looked at Dean, "Remember,"

Dean rolled his eyes, "I know, I'm not an idiot," He said. "That's up for debate." I muttered making him to give me a look while Sam let out a laugh before they climbed out.

I leaned back in the seat and sighed heavily, closing my eyes. "Have you not been sleeping?" Salem asked nudging my arm. "I can't stop thinking of what my mother said. I mean I can only trust you? It just doesn't make sense," I rambled as I waited for them to come back.

My eyes shot open hearing the driver door and passenger door opening. Sam looked pissed, "What happened?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

No one answered me so I leaned back as Dean started the Impala and drove away. "Where now?" I asked breaking the silence. "The Hospital," Sam replied.

"So, what happened?" I repeated.

"He blew our cover up," Sam informed. "I didn't do it on purpose," Dean insisted. "You guys did say 'Weekly World News'?" I asked. "Ask your older brother," Sam muttered. "Dean..." I started.

"I did, it was just...The wrong way,"

"The hell you mean 'wrong way'?" I asked. "I paniced," He insisted. "That was embarrassing," Sam muttered.

Dean pulled up in front of the hospital and we all got out. "Okay, you two get into the morgue first, see if anyone in there make them leave and I'll get inside," I ordered.

Dean made a face before giving a small nod, "Yes, ma'am," He said. "And Dean?" I said getting his attention. "Don't screw this one up," I said smacking him upside the head before the three of us walked inside.

We walked to the changing room and I stopped at the door while my brothers walked into it, grabbing white lab coats.

Afterwards we walked towards the morgue as I stopped at a corner, pushing my brothers forward. A little bit after an intern rushed out of the room and Sam gave me a nod. I walked into the morgue and closed the door.

"Hey, those satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead," Sam said.

Dean handed me a pair of gloves and then handed a pair to Sam before putting his own on. "Yeah. So much f'd up crap happens in Florida," He muttered.

We walked forward and Sam opened a compartment, wheeling out the body; there was a box between its legs. "Okay, open it," I said.

"You open it," Sam replied making a face. I rolled my eyes and looked at Dean. He shook his head, "I'm not opening it," He said.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes again, "Baby's." I grabbed the box, taking it over to another table. "1...2...3," I muttered before taking a deep breath flipping the lid open. I frowned harshly as I saw a severed head of woman. "Don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing?" I stated as my brothers approached, cringing.

"That's the word for it," Dean muttered.

"No pentagram," I noted, noticing her forehead was clean.

"Wow. Poor girl," Sam muttered.

"Maybe we should, uh, you know, look in her mouth, see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat. You know, kinda like the moth in Silence of the Lambs," Dean said.

"Yeah, here, go ahead," Sam agreed, turning the box around so her head was facing him. "No, you go ahead," Dean said, turning it again to face him.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Put the lotion in the basket." Dean quoted.

"Dear god," I mumbled before turning the box back towards me, "You are both children."

I started to poke around her mouth, scrunching my face up slightly. "You alright there, Daria?" Dean asked, giving me a small shove. "If this thing has fangs, I'm gonna make it bite you," I stated.

Sam let out a small chuckle and I looked back at the mouth. I froze when my finger lifted up the lip. I frowned, noticing a hold above her teeth. "Hey, rugrats..."

"Found something?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," I breathed out and they looked at the hole.

"What is that, a hole?" Sam asked, frowning.

Dean reached over and pressed on the gum and narrow, sharp tooth come down. "It's a tooth," Sam said, surprised.

"That's a fang Bigfoot," I corrected.

Both Dean and I pulled our hand away. "Retractable set of vampire fangs. You gotta be kidding me," Dean said. "Well this changes things," Sam said. Dean gave him a look, "Ya think?"

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We got a room at a motel, Sam and Dean changed back to normal clothes and decided our next move. It was already night as the Impala drove past a bar and Dean slowed down, pulling into the parking lot. He climbed out as Sam and I shortly followed.

We walked inside and looked around to see people sitting at tables and standing near the bar. "Come on," Dean said as he led us towards the bar where a bartender was.

"What's up?" I asked flashing a small smile. "Just living the dream. What can I get for you?" He asked, giving me a smile.

"Three beers, please," Dean said, making me and Sam to look at him confused.

He shrugged as the bartender bend to the fridge. "What?" Dean muttered as Sam gave him his bitch face.

"She's gonna learn sooner or later."

"I would prefer later," Sam hissed before the bartender turned back around and opened the beers for us. He cleared his throat, "So, we're looking for some people."

"Sure. Hard to be lonely," The bartender said placing the beers in front of us.

Sam let out a small smirk, "Yeah. But um, that's not what I meant." He pulled out a $50 bill, fingering it, and dropped it on the bar. The bartender looked at it, then took it. "Right. So these, these people they would have moved here about six months ago, probably pretty rowdy, like to drink..."

"Yeah, real night owls, you know? Sleep all day, party all night," Dean said, lifting his beer and took a drink.

"Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They've been in here a lot─drinkers. Noisy. I've had to 86 them once or twice," The bartender informed.

Me and my brothers exchanged a look before I looked back at the man and smiled. "Thanks."

He nodded and we left, leaving the beers on the counter. We started walking, heading down an alley. I shivered feeling like someone following us. 'Trust your gut,' I thought.

"Someone might be on our tail," I whispered. "Yep," Dean whispered back before we rounded the corner and pulled me and Sam behind a car.

After a moment, we saw a man looking around confused. As he turned around, we crept out from the car and I pulled out my knife. As he turned Sam pinned the man to the wall as I pressed the knife to his throat.

"Open wide," I ordered.

"What?" The man asked.

"Show us those pearly whites," Dean said. "Oh, for the love of─you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire," The guy said, glancing down towards the knife I was still holding. I frowned and saw Sam was frowning as well. "Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there."

"What do you know about vampires?" Sam asked.

"How to kill them," He replied before looking at me, "Now seriously, sweetheart. That knife's making me itch." I just cocked my head to the side, frowning. The man started to move away but Sam and Dean pinned him harder. "Whoa. Easy there, guys," He said.

He slowly held his right hand to his lip, pulling it back, showing normal gums. "See? Fangless. Happy?"

I glanced at my brothers, "For now," I replied slowly pushing my knife away from him and my brothers let him go. "Now," The man started, eyeing at each of us. "Who the hell are you?"

After a little introducing, the man, Gordon Walker led us to his car. He opened the door and slid out a secret compartment that held different weapons, one of the more obvious ones being will a large hook, "Carmen, Sam, and Dean Winchester," He smiled, "I can't believe it. You know I met your old man once? Hell of a guy. Great hunter. I heard he passed. I'm sorry. It's big shoes. But from what I hear you guys fill 'em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot..."

"You seem to know a whole lot about our family," I noted, crossing my arms across my chest.

"Word travels fast. You know how hunters talk," He said. "No, we don't, actually," Dean said, looking over at me and Sam. "I guess there's a lot your Dad never told you, huh?" Gordon said.

"So, um, so those two vampires, they were yours, huh?" Sam spoke.

"Yep. Been here two weeks," Gordon conformed.

"Did you check out that Barker farm?" Dean asked. "It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks," Gordon informed. "Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone."

"Where's the nest, then?" I questioned.

He looked down, letting out a smile before he slid his arsenal back into his car, "I got this once covered." He looked at us, "Look, don't get me wrong. It's a real pleasure meetin' you fellas. But I've been on this thing over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it."

"We could help," Dean said.

"Thanks, but uh, I'm kind of a go-it alone type of guy," Gordon said. "Come on, man, I've been itching for a hunt," Dean said, letting out a small smirk. "Sorry. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out," Gordon said before climbing into his car. He looked at us with a small smile, "It was real good meeting you, tough. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side." With that he turned on the engines and pulled away.

"We stood on the side of the road alone with our hands shoved into our jacket pockets. "He doesn't know what he's getting himself into does he?" I asked looking up at my brothers. "Sooooo, we gonna follow hm, right?" I added.

Dean let out a scoff and looked at me, "What are you taking me for? Of course we are going to do that," He said. I quickly turned and held my hand to him, "Gimme me keys."

He sighed, "Your a baby that likes shiny things you do know that right?" He said as he pulled out the keys for the car from his pockets. He handed them to me and I grinned. "Don't forget sparkly things, and things that jingle." I said before heading to the Impala with my brothers following.

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It was actually really easy to find Gordon, tracing him to an old mill. His car was parked outside, "Found Waldo," I informed, nodding my head towards the car. "Let's go," Dean said from the back seat.

We moved to the place but froze when we heard a struggling from somewhere inside then some eclectic sounds. Me and my brothers shared a look before rushing inside, towards the sound, We had gotten there just in time to see Gordon on the floor with a vamp standing over him pulling a electric saw slowly down to cut his head off. Before the blade got close to neck, Sam rushed forward and tugged on his feet, sliding him out of there.

I quickly kicked the vampire, causing it to fall underneath the saw and Dean smashed it into his stomach, causing him to cry in pain. Dean punched him across the face once or maybe twice before looking up binging the saw down. It screamed as Dean decapitated him. The screams stopped as blood splattered across Dean's face.

He pulled the saw up and stared down at the body. I stared at him, for the first time scared. Salem fur brushed up against my leg, knowing something was wrong. Dean slowly turned to face us, stone cold I stumbled back a bit not getting my balance start away. Sam slowly pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arm around me as Salem stood in front of me both staring at our older brother shocked.

"So uh, I guess I gotta buy you that drink" Gordon spoke breaking the silence, letting out a small chuckle. Dean glanced at him and looked back at Sam and me.