"Has the word been sent out?"
"Yes, sir. The Winchester's should be arriving shortly."
"Excellent. Remember, they are mine. Any feasting is reserved for me. Your orders are to capture...ALIVE and blood still pumping fresh."
As the vampire underling exited the premises, the man referred to as "sir" shuddered in disgust. He despised working with the spawn of evil, but knew it to be necessary to carry out his plan.

Word of a nest of Vampires reached the hunter-duo a couple of states over. Seeing as they were on the east coast, that was only a few hours drive. These piddly eastern states could be crossed in any direction in a matter of hours, and before long they were nearing their destination...the border of Vermont and New Hampshire.

Looking out at the desolate, late autumn scenery, Dean grew weary and addressed the brooding tower of silence seated next to him,
"Man, I tell you, there is nothing out here but potheads and wannabe hippies." Dean attempted to lighten the mood. Recently, tension had been building about the whole demonic-psychic child destiny thing.
"And don't forget the nest of vampires tripping out on human blood." Sam rebuffed.
Dean cleared his throat awkwardly and grunted almost inaudibly, "Yeah. And that." After a few moments Dean tried again,
"Well at least its a clear, straight-shot monster job, right? No more demon destiny crap." Dean hazarded a glance over at his brother to ascertain his reaction.
"Yeah. There's that." Sam consented unenthusiastically. "Well, don't go catywumpus on me, Sammy."
"Catywumpus?" Sam raised an eyebrow part critically, part amusedly. Dean fought back a half-mouthed grin. He got the reaction he wanted.
"Yeah, you know...what? I learned it when I was down south. The yokels used it all the time." Sam couldn't help but pick up on the humour in his brother's tone, and fall in with the light-hearted banter. Little did the brothers know how quickly the tone would change.

The trap was set, and the peices in place, now he had only to wait for his prey.

The hunters made their way to the warehouse. All signs pointed it out as the blood suckers nesting place. It was an ideal locale for it, to be sure. It connected to many dark alleyways throughout the densely-populated (for Vermont) inner city. For the hunters, it was a blessing and a curse because whereas they could sneak up virtually undetected, so could an attacker, quickly switching their roles from hunters to hunted.

All senses on high-alert, Dean crept along one wall, leading the way, while Sam followed behind, crouched in the darkness on the other wall of the narrow alley. Dean looked back to check on his brother, who was stifling a cry of disgust when his hand discovered something wet and slimy on the darkened cement blocks that made up the wall of the building enclosing the alleyway. Dean allowed himself a momentary grin, but in that moment something jumped at him from ahead, knocking him flat on his back, as the super-strong creature landed on all fours, animal-like, on top of him, fangs bared and ready to plunge into his neck.
Caught completely off-guard, Dean let out a cry, just as Sam flailed his blade at another encroaching monster taking advantage of the breached line of defense. Hearing his brother's cry of distress, Sam made quick work of the vampire before him and rushed to Dean's aid. Dean was grappling with his attacker arm to arm on the ground, with the vampire atop him, mouth plunging and snapping trying to gain access to his life-source.
Sam swung at the monter's head, and it dodged the strike, and turned its attention away from Dean. Taking advantage of the situation and recovering his own blade from the ground beside him, he decapitated the thing then and there, quickly moving aside as the headless corpse made its bloody descent to the ground. The brothers' eyes met and shared mutual looks of wonder and relief. It was then that they heard it. Dozens of beings breathing in the dark.

A/N: This is my first Supernatural fanfic. I always wait to write in a fandom until I feel I know the characters and the world well enough. If you're reading and you like, give me the go to keep it up, tell me what I'm doing right and you want more of, or if you don't like, lemme know what I'm messing up. Thanks!