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The Impala roared down the highway, Dean’s one hand on the wheel while the other dug through a bag of potato chips. Sam sat in the passenger seat, staring intently at his laptop. Dean glanced over as Sam continued to stare at the laptop and type something every now and then.
“Got anything?” he asked.
“Yeah. Two deaths within a couple of days of each other, both female, both brunettes. Bite marks on their bodies and drained of blood” Sam explained.
“Great.” Dean shook his head, annoyed when he made the connection with what the case was. “Fucking vamps. Where?”
“Oregon. How far out are we?” Sam asked.
“A couple hours” Dean replied.
“Alright, Oregon it is” Sam said.
Forest Grove, Oregon
The rumble of the Impala stopped as the engine cut out. The doors squeaked as they opened and closed, Sam and Dean leaving it parked at the front of the police station as they took the stairs and went inside. Taking out the fake FBI badges, they flashed them at the front desk, where the deputy stood looking over some papers, before Dean stopped.
“Agents Page and Plant, FBI. We’re here to see Sheriff Roberts” he said, gesturing between himself and Sam.
The deputy put the papers down before coming around the desk. “I’ll let him know you’re here.”
Dean moved to the side, waiting next to Sam. The deputy knocked on the sheriff’s office door, before going in. The sheriff came out of his office a second later.
“Agents. One of you wasn’t enough?” he asked.
Sam and Dean shared a confused look, before Sam spoke. “One of us?”
“Yeah, Agent Nicks was just here. She’s not with you?” the sheriff asked in return.
“No, I guess the bureau didn’t let us know she was coming” Dean replied, trying to be nonchalant. If there was an actual FBI agent here then they had reason to worry.
Well, come on in anyway” he said, as he held the door for them.
Sam and Dean walked into the room and sat down in the chairs across from the sheriff’s desk, as the sheriff sat down as well.
“So, gentlemen. I suppose you wanna know about the two latest murders?” Sheriff Roberts asked.
“Yes. We were hoping you could tell us about them. Sarah Schwartz and Lisa Egan” Sam replied, as he took out his little note pad.
“Sarah was the first victim. She was found behind the alley of the bar she works at, George’s, the morning after she was killed which puts the time of the murder at 2am when her shift ended. And Lisa was found at the same alley a few nights later, around 11pm. A few witnesses said they saw her inside talking to an older guy, looked around 30. They left the bar together” Sheriff Robert explained, as Sam wrote down a few details.
“Was he local too?” Dean asked.
“Witnesses said they’d never seen him before. This is a small town, if someone doesn’t look familiar then they’re your best bet” the Sheriff replied.
“Did the witnesses say what he looked like?” Sam asked, looking up at the sheriff.
The sheriff nodded, opening the file on Lisa Egan that sat in front of him on the desk. “Tall, 6’1, Caucasian, dark hair. Not the best description in the world, but it’s something.”
Dean looked at Sam, raising his eyebrows. He looked at the sheriff, leaning forward in his chair. “Any chance anyone saw him with Sarah as well?”
Dean picked up both of the files and looked through each of them. From what he could see there was no connection between the girls, but they would need to find out for themselves. He quickly wrote down the addresses as the sheriff was talking to Sam.
“Asked some of the regulars, but no one saw her with anyone. She was working” sheriff Roberts said.
“Alright. Well, thanks for your time, sheriff. If we need anything else, we’ll let you know” Sam said, standing up from the chair, just as Dean did.
Once they left, they made their way over to the morgue. This time they were greeted with a receptionist, an older woman with greying hair, who smiled at them as they entered. When they let her know why they were there, she called for Doctor Brown.
“Agents. Come with me” he said, once he arrived.
They followed him to the back room, where the main autopsy room was. The doctor walked over to the cases, finding the first one, and opening it. He slid the bed out, revealing the body of the first victim.
“Sarah Schwartz, 19. Bite wounds at the neck, lower forearms, and thighs. No signs of sexual abuse. As the sheriff said, it’s pretty safe to label this an animal attack” he said, as Sam and Dean looked down at the young victim.
He moved to the next case and opened it. “Lisa Egan, 20. Identical marks as Sarah.”
“The Sheriff said the bodies were found in the back alley of a bar, that animals are known to come into the town centre. Is that what killed them, doctor?” Sam asked, eyebrow raised.
“It’s not uncommon. Look, agents. I know it sounds too simple, but whatever this was… it wasn’t human. These marks are deep, the bodies are completely drained. It can’t be anything but an animal” Doctor Brown said, before closing the cases.
Sam and Dean looked at each other before they followed the doctor out of the room. “Thanks, doc.” Dean said.
They walked back down the hallway, leaving the building as they headed for the Impala. Once they got in, Dean started the engine and pulled out of the lot, driving away. Sam looked through his little note pad, trying to find the addresses of the families of the victims.
“Alright, drop me off at the first family, and you go to the second one” he said.
“Got it. We should ask if there’s a connection between the girls despite the obvious one” Dean said, in reference to the girls’ hair colours.
Sam nodded but didn’t say anything else.
Dean dropped him off at the Schwartz home before he continued onto the Egan’s.
When he arrived, he pulled in across from the Egan house. Looking across the street, he saw a car already parked there. A red Camaro. Most likely the same year as his beloved Impala. He wondered if the Egan’s were the owners, but he saw the front door opening. A young woman walked out, turning to who Dean supposed was Mrs. Egan. She shook her hand, before walking down the stairs and down the path in the middle of the garden. Dean turned a little so that she wouldn’t see him, but he noticed that she was wearing a black coat and black skirt. She had to be the other FBI agent the sheriff was talking about. Whoever she was, he knew he and Sam would have to keep their distance so that they didn’t get caught. He couldn’t get a good look at her face and then she was completely hidden once she got into the red Camaro. So, it was hers. Nice. He could appreciate that she owned a classic.
Dean watched as she pulled away and drove down the road, turning left and then out of sight. He opened the door to get out of the car, but then stopped. The sheriff said her name was Agent Nicks. It could very well have been her real name, but with the amount of times he and Sam used fake names, he knew an alias when he heard one. Stevie Nicks. That girl was a hunter. With the car like that she would have to be.
Dean got out of the Impala and locked it, before going up the pathway to the Egan house. She probably asked all the questions he was about to ask Mrs. Egan, but he would just have to try anyway.
Dean opened the door to their motel room, seeing Sam already inside as he had checked in for them. He had messaged Dean the motel and room number, saying that he was done at the Schwartz home and finding a motel. He had a feeling that Sam would have more to say, as Mrs. Egan had very little to say as “the girl who was here before, I already answered all these questions with her” was something she had said more than once. Whoever that chick was, she really getting in the way of them doing their job here.
Sam sat at the table in the middle of their motel room, looking through the articles on his laptop. He looked up from the screen as Dean walked in and sat his duffle bag down on the bed closest to the bathroom.
“So, the Schwartz’s didn’t have much to say. Pretty much what the sheriff told us; Sarah was working that night and found in the morning” Sam explained.
Dean scoffed as he loosened the tie he was wearing and took off his coat. “Well, Mrs. Egan didn’t have much to say either because she already told another FBI agent everything.”
“Another FBI agent? Who?” Sam asked, confused.
“The one Sheriff Roberts was talking about. Agent Nicks. She left when I got there. In a red Camaro” Dean replied, looking at Sam pointedly.
“Okay…?” Sam shook his head.
“She’s not an FBI agent, Sam. She’s a hunter” Dean said, rolling his eyes.
Sam forehead scrunched up in thought. “Because she drives a Camaro?”
“Yes! How many FBI agents are driving classics around?” Dean said, as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.
“Yeah, that’s probably true” Sam muttered, before standing up. “Okay, so… what? Should we find out who she is?”
Dean shook his head as he sat down on the bed. “No way, man. Other hunters are trouble. Let’s just get the job done before she can and haul ass outta here.”
“Well, we’re in luck then. I figured if these vamps are coming into town to kill, they’re not that far off. There’s cabins close enough to town, but far away enough for privacy. I think they’re our best bet” Sam said as he leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets.
“Alright. I say we go tonight before anyone else gets hurt” Dean said, getting up from the bed and walking into the bathroom.
Dean parked the Impala on a path, after driving to closest hills to the town. There were several cabins there, and they needed to look for one that was abandoned which the vampires could be occupying. No one had bought property up there for years, or even in the last few weeks so it would easy to find them.
Dean walked down the path, moving past cabins which were occupied by owners. Sam was behind him as they remained hidden, moving through the trees. As they moved through the woods, they heard a rustling from nearby. They ducked behind a tall tree, carefully looking around. They saw two tall men, carrying a young brunette girl by her arms through the forest. They waited until the vampires were out of sight before trailing behind them.
Soon, they found themselves waiting behind the trees in front of an old cabin that had seen better days. The vampires took the girl inside, closing the door behind them. Sam and Dean both checked their weapons before they moved away from the trees.
“We better do this before they kill her” Sam whispered.
“Yeah, or turn her” Dean said, pulling out his machete.
Dean gestured for Sam to go through the front, as he moved towards the back. As he moved behind the cabin, he glimpsed a sight of red in his peripheral vision. He glanced to his left, seeing the red Camaro hidden behind the trees, on a separate path. He didn’t have time to stop and see if she was here, and then continued to move to the back door.
Dean took out his lock picking tools and opened the lock, slowly. Setting them back in his jacket, he got his machete ready. He moved through the door and was met with darkness. Streams of moonlight through the cracks in wooden walls were the only source of light. He moved through the room, shifting around and trying not to make a sound.
Dean stepped forward. The floorboard creaked, loudly. He stopped but groaned when he was suddenly jumped.
The vampire jumped Dean, pushing him through a door, where there was suddenly light. He punched Dean in the face, as he struggled to get the upper hand. Dean tried to look around for the machete that had been thrown out of his hand but couldn’t see it anywhere. He saw Sam get thrown into a wall, as he pushed against the vamp’s face. The vamp tried to snap at him, baring his teeth as he tried to bite Dean. He had the same features that the witnesses described. This was the guy that killed those girls. Dean growled, pushing up and flipping the guy over. He punched the vampire in the face, and jumped off him, scrambling towards the machete that had fallen. He quickly picked it up, turning and swinging hard, slicing the vampire’s head off.
Dean got pushed to the side by other, but he managed to get the upper hand quickly and behead it. However, he got pushed down again by another. As the vamp leaned down, his head went flying, Dean turning so that the blood didn’t spray on him.
Dean looked up, eyes wide. He saw a woman standing above him, breathing heavily. He didn’t have time to completely realise who the hell she was, as she turned around and took out another vampire who was behind her. He got to his feet, locating his machete and took out the vampire that through Sam against the wall. He turned to see her swing the machete and take another vampire out, before taking out the last one that ran for her, as she pushed the female back and swung, the head falling to the floor.
Dean walked over to Sam, helping him up as he groaned.
“Thanks” he whispered.
They both looked at the woman, as she moved through the bodies. This had to be her. The woman with the red Camaro. Dean was still in shock that she mostly took out the vamps on her own. When she went into a back room, he followed her. He watched as she crouched down in front of the same girl he saw the vamps taking into the house.
“Hey. What’s your name?” she asked the girl softly.
“Amanda” the girl replied, breathing heavily.
“Okay, Amanda. I’m Lilah. Do you know if those things bled on you?” she asked, as took the girl’s arms and checked her over. She had no cuts or bruising of any kind.
“No. They… they were going to… bite me. Then they came in” Amanda said, nodding towards Dean.
Lilah looked up at Dean before she looked back at Amanda. “Well, that’s good that they showed up when they did” Lilah said, smiling. “We’re gonna get you out of here, okay?”
Amanda nodded, smiling at Lilah. “Thank you.”
Lilah nodded, as she helped the girl up and walked her out. Sam and Dean followed them outside as Lilah helped Amanda to her car.
“I guess a “thanks” is in order to you, too” Sam said.
“Well, you guys did most of the work” she said, laughing slightly as she nodded at the other vamps they had killed. Well, that Sam had killed before Dean came in through the back.
“Thanks for saving my bacon, though” Dean smirked.
“Don’t mention it” she winked at him. Dean smirk widened as he took her in.
She was beautiful. Her black hair was tied up in a high ponytail, her blue eyes sparkling. She had curves, but light muscle as well from hunting. She had a machete belt around her waist, dark jeans and black boots on, a purple top with a black leather jacket on.
“Lilah Jones” she said, holding her hand out.
“Dean Winchester. This is Sam, my brother” Dean said, reaching over and shaking her hand. He pushed down the feeling of how soft and small her hand was in his.
Her eyes became wide like saucers. “Winchester? Wow!”
“You’ve heard of us?” Sam asked. It still confused him how legendary he and his brother were in the hunting community.
“Worked a case with Rufus last year, he told me all about you guys” she laughed.
“Great. I don’t think I wanna know the things Rufus said about us” Dean said, rolling his eyes.
She nodded. “Probably not.”
“Maybe you can join us for a drink?” he asked. “Least we can do since you swooped in and saved our asses.”
She laughed. “Sure.”
Dean was beginning to like that sound, but he didn’t pay attention to how it felt when he heard it.
“Good” he said.
It took a little longer to burn the vampire bodies and take Amanda back to her house, but soon they found themselves at the bar in the main part of town. Each of them nursing a beer, they asked each other things about hunting, interests and life on the road. Mia learnt that the boys were from Kansas originally, and have been hunting together for several years now. She also learnt that Dean was quite the charmer. He paid for her drink, winked and smirked at her several times so far, and she was trying her best not to let it affect her. It really wasn’t working. She knew she couldn’t say too much about herself and her life. No one needed to hear her sad story, and she didn’t need them to feel sorry for her. So, all they learnt about her was that she was from Rhinebeck, New York, and a mad Yankees fan.
“Man, if our dad was here right now he’d have some choice words to say to you” Dean said, laughing, a sadness to his comment about his father. He hated the Yankees but what Dean wouldn’t give to see his dad talk about it in that moment.
“I’m not sure that argument would stay civil” she said, smiling at him.
“No, it wouldn’t” Dean said, smirking. His father would be passionate about his hatred for the Yankees, and Lilah would’ve definitely given him a run for his money.
“Alright, so what about you guys?” she asked.
Sam took that as a green light to tell Lilah about a lot of the cases they had worked on.
“Seriously? Bloody Mary?” she asked in shock, when Sam recounted the time they had to deal with that urban legend.
“Yeah, she was a real piece of work” Dean replied. “Any gory stories to tell?” he asked her.
Lilah smiled softly, her eyes downcast as she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “No, not much to tell, really. Especially not something like Bloody Mary. When you’re hunting solo you kind of look for something simple. Just do the job and move on.”
Dean had started to notice she wasn’t much of a talker. She was shy, often giving him a nod and small smile when he asked what she wanted to drink or ask her about how she found the case. She became more animated when talking about the Yankees but other than that, she was a few-sentences-to-answer-the-question kind of person. She was extremely cute when she did that, but he tried not to think about it.
“Well, when did you get started then?” Sam asked, excitedly. That was a mistake he realised he made very quickly.
Lilah shrunk into herself, her thumb nervously scratching at the label on the beer. Dean was mid-sip when Sam had asked that question, and he lowered his beer when he saw what it had done to Lilah.
“I’m sorry, I just-” she shook her head, but Dean stopped her.
“You don’t have to say anything. Right, Sam?” he glared at Sam, who looked like he wanted to make a run for the exit.
“Right. Lilah, I’m so sorry. I guess you shouldn’t ask that of a hunter… well, ever. Let alone one you’ve just met” Sam said, offering her an apologetic smile.
She smiled, reassuringly. “It’s okay, Sam. You didn’t know.” She took another sip of her beer, tilting back slightly to get the last of it. “Well, I guess I better get going.”
“Already?” Dean asked. He was disappointed. What little she had talked, he enjoyed knowing things about her.
She had to go. If she stayed any longer she would get too comfortable with them, because they seemed like exactly the kind of people who she would get attached to. It was better to not make friends in this line of work. She knew that first hand.
“Yeah, I really should” she nodded, standing up from the booth and picking up her jacket.
“It was great to meet you, and you know… thanks for helping us out” Sam said.
She smiled as she shrugged her jacket on. “Right place, right time. No need to thank me.”
“See you around?” Dean asked. He hoped he sounded casual, but in his mind, he knew he was hopeful that he would see her again.
She looked at him and held his gaze for a few seconds. “I hope so.”
With that, she turned around and walked towards the exit.
Dean smiled, watching her as she left. He really did hope he would see her again.