Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Honest.
Author's note: Okay, so, this is my first Supernatural fanfiction in a long time (approximately three years) so please bare with me if there are lots of mistakes. I haven't attempted to write anything that's up to date with the current series so, yes, fingers crossed and all that jazz! This is actually a sort-of re-write of an old fic that I have totally turned inside out and upside down, parts of the story are the same, but essentially it is a totally new piece. It does feature a couple of OC hunters, but they are not Mary Sues or Gary...whatevers, they are, as any episode would have, part of the story and are in no-way meant to upset any fans in any way, shape, or form. Like I said, just part of the story. No one is going to fall in love here or anything. I promise. Happy reading, please review with comments, critiques or suggestions! :)
Darkness Descends on Little Black Port
Bubblegum Thai
Chapter One
"Looks like a real party town..."
Peering over the top rims of his sunglasses, Dean Winchester drawled his comment to his brother who was sat beside him in the classic Chevrolet Impala, nose buried in their father's old, worn, leather journal.
"Hmm." Sam replied, failing to look up from the literature that he griped tightly, deep in thought. "What exactly did you expect?" He finally replied from behind the scratched cover.
"I dunno." The elder of the pair shrugged casually. "What's this place called again?" He asked, failing to remember despite the fact that they had only passed the sign mere moments before hand.
"Little..." Sam trailed off, finally closing the old book to look at the road ahead, his eyes narrowed in concentration. "Little Black Port."
"Sounds grim." He observed. "The perfect setting, I guess, for..." He trailed off, waving a hand in the air casually.
"Unbelievable."
Dean wrinkled his nose at his brother's scoff.
"Whah?" He asked innocently.
"Do you ever actually listen?" Sam asked, rolling his eyes dramatically.
"I do...just; sometimes when you talk it just sounds like blah blah blah..." Dean teased.
"Vampires, Dean. Mutilated cattle, people found with their throats ripped out...ringing any bells?"
"Great...I can't believe I've gotta waste my evening on those damn blood suckers." Came a low mutter from the driver's seat.
"It could be worse." Shrugged Sam. "It could be witches." He offered.
"Ugh." Came a shudder from his brother. "Freaks."
"Exactly."
"So what's the plan then Sammy?"
"I guess..." Sam began with a sigh. "Hit the streets and see what people know...or, rather...think they know."
"Sounds like a plan...I say we hit that there bar first," Dean nodded in the direction of a pool hall across the street up ahead. "it's the first sign of life I've seen since we hit this happening 'burg." He snorted.
"I guess that's as good a place as any."
"Great. Sounds like a plan."
"Y'know...not everywhere we go has to be a non-stop party," Sam lectured, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of his eye. "after all, in a place like this, if something's going down, it doesn't take long for the locals to notice."
"Hmmmm..." Dean mused.
"What're you thinking?"
"...whether or not this town is large enough for a strip club."
"Ugh." Sam rolled his eyes in disgust. "Look, let's just take a look around, yeah?"
"Alright." Dean nodded in agreement, turning the wheel at the first available instance to park-up his pride and joy, cutting the slow, rumbling purr of the engine dead before popping open the driver's side door with a creek. "C'mon," He said over the roof of the Impala. "I'm starved." He stated as he headed for the main door of the bar he had spotted previously leaving Sam to follow.
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Leaning back with a sigh, Dean cocked his head to the side, draping an arm along the cushioned back of the booth they sat in. A small smirk crept onto his lips as he watched a girl over by the pool table. She leant over, moving her cue back and forth in concentration, the tip of her tongue sticking out of her mouth in an adorable way.
"Dean!"
Sam's stern voice brought the elder back to reality and the paperwork that was spread across their table. Newspaper articles were littered amongst photos of varying degree in quality of cattle mutilation.
"I think we need to get in to that morgue and take a look at those bodies."
"Yeah," Dean nodded in agreement. "sounds like a plan...you use your super brain to track down the building...and I'll be right back." He told Sam.
"Where are you…?" Sam trailed off as he realised his older brother was making a bee-line for the pool table and the red head beside it. He huffed loudly and rolled his eyes before snatching up his bottle of beer and taking a swig. Shaking his head, he turned to pull his laptop from it's satchel, placing it carefully on the table, moving his half-eaten plate of fries to the side.
Across the room, Dean casually made his way over to the twenty-something beside the pool table who was thoughtfully gazing upon the coloured balls that peppered the felt, calculating her next move. She bet again, resuming her previous pose just as he reached his destination.
"Y'know…" He said smoothly as he approached, leaning on the side of the table, "You're not gonna pot anything like that."
"Oh no?" She breathed, shaking her head to knock her ringlets off of her round face, before striking her cue against the white cue ball. It shot across the blue felt, hitting a small grouping of coloured balls with a clatter. Two of the striped balls flew across the table in opposite directions, sinking into parallel pockets. The red head straitened, turning her back on Dean, "Seems like I'm doing just fine."
"You're good, I'll give you that." He smiled in appreciation, his gaze sliding down her back to rest upon her jean-clad behind, "So how's about a game?"
"Do you think I'm playing by myself?" She chuckled, whirling on him, arching an eyebrow, "I mean…honestly?" Cockily, she leant the pool cue against the side of the table and cross her arms over her chest.
"Well then can I get you a drink?"
Reaching passed Dean; she grabbed a brown bottle of beer.
"Got one, thanks." She replied, keeping her gaze fixed on him whilst she took a sip. Dean opened his mouth, about to come back with a witty and flirtatious reply when something knocked his shoulder and a heavy hand slammed what appeared to be a hunting knife onto the table's edge.
"You don't belong here, Winchester. You're not wanted."
"Don't belong?" Dean snorted, attempting to mask his confusion. Wedged between him and the girl at the pool table, was a guy a little taller than he was with black, shaggy hair. His blue eyes narrowed at the hunter with an arrogant defensiveness, "Listen, buddy…"
"No, you listen." He snapped, "Take your car and your brother and get out of town. You're not welcome here." He sneered, placing a heavy hand on Dean's chest, clenching his black jacket in his fist, "Do you understand?"
"C'mon Trey." Spoke the red head sternly, "We've got work to do."
Trey tossed her a quick glance before turning back to Dean. Roughly, he shoved him backwards and away.
"Get lost, Winchester." He spat, about to turn away.
"Oh, I get it…run away little boy, I think your Mama's calling." Dean chuckled, shaking his head before lunging forwards to land a punch against the other hunter, but the red head got there first. Dean had been punched before, in and out of the course of duty, but never had he had a punch so hard from a woman. Reeling dizzily, the whole bar silent and watching now, Dean stumbled back a little, feeling blood on his face. To his surprise, the pair were gone by the time he got his bearings and Sam was at his side. He had half expected a full on brawl to break out.
"Dude…did you just get punched by a girl?"
"Son of a bitch!" Dean growled, "I think she broke my nose!"
"C'mon…let's get you checked out…" Sam sighed, "You see, this is why you can't go hitting on every girl you see!"
"Sammy, he knew me. Us."
Sam's brow furrowed in confusion,
"Vampires?"
Dean shrugged, cupping his hand over his nose,
"I sure hope it's not the town's welcome wagon!"
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Later that evening, after a couple of valuable hours wasted at the local emergency department, the duo found themselves at a barely-functioning motel that smelt oddly of a combination between beer-batter and vomit.
They had been about to head for the door, armed with flash lights and shot guns when Dean felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket.
"Hello?"
"Dean, hey, it's Bobby. You got a minute?"
"I guess." Dean shrugged, glancing quickly to Sam across the motel room.
"You boys run into some trouble today?"
"You could say that. Some guy called…"
"Trey Black?"
"You know him?"
"Yeah I know him."
"Vampire?" Dean asked, arching an eyebrow sceptically.
"What, Trey? No…" Bobby chuckled, "He's a hunter."
"A hunter?!"
Sam's head swivelled round shocked at the revelation.
"That guy's a hunter?"
"Sure is. He called about an hour ago. Said he'd run into you in a bar."
"So you know this punk?"
"Yeah…Trey's brother was a great man...knew your father."
"Who didn't?!" Dean threw his arms into the air dramatically. "The guy was a complete jerk."
"That sounds about right. The kid's got an ego the size of Lake Michigan. Did he have a girl with him by any chance?"
"Yeah."
"Red head?"
"Yeah…" Dean answered carefully.
"Lola Griffyn." Bobby sighed, "That kid packs a punch."
"I know. She broke my nose."
"What did you do to piss her off?"
"I offered to buy her a drink…" Dean grumbled, "She a hunter too?"
"Mmmhmm. Not the best, by far, but y'know, she has her strengths."
"She broke my nose." Dean repeated slowly,
"Well they must want you outta that town. Bad."
"What did he say to you?"
"Not much. Just if I knew a way to run you out."
"What did you say? Why do they want us gone so bad?"
"They're hunting vampires. They prefer to work alone, but I think this one's personal. Trey's brother, Joe…"
"Joe Black?" Dean arched a sceptical eyebrow.
"Tell me about it…" Dean could practically hear Bobby roll his eyes. "Anyways, Joe was killed about a year or so back by a vampire named Zachary, or, that's what he seems to think."
"He's after revenge…"
"Yeah, he is, and if I were you, I'd stay out of his way. When I'd heard that the pair of them had teamed up, I hoped to God it wasn't true. They're two of the most stubborn, impulsive and violent hunters I have ever met."
"And you call these people your friends?"
"I mostly keep an eye on Trey out of respect for his brother, and Lola, once, was a nice girl, like a daughter to me…then she disappeared off the face of the earth! Next thing I know, she winds up in a bar in the back and beyond, breaking people's noses."
"She's good at that." Dean sighed.
"So what do we do?" Sam could be heard asking in the background.
"If I were you, I'd steer well clear of those two. They'll stop at nothing to get what they want, and you and your brother aint exactly popular at the moment, are ya?"
Sam and Dean exchanged looks.
"Alright Bobby, we'll keep you posted." Dean replied before disconnecting. Silently, both agreed that this was personal now.
To be continued...
