Go East

Dean was dreaming. Three clues. First clue: the club he was in was a high end establishment and not the type of dive he usually frequented. There was a huge dance floor with a sizable crowd. The lighting was done in blue and green neon along the walls and hanging overhead. Around the outside walls were half circle, high backed booths, allowing for privacy but also the ability to watch the dance floor. The booze was all top shelf, as well, and not the cheap liquor he was accustomed to tossing back.

Second clue: one second he was alone in the booth and the next, she was there. She was sitting so close he could feel the warmth of her thigh close to his own.

Third clue: he had dreamed of her several times before. Always, before, it had been from a distance. He would see her across a bar, she would pass him while jogging in a park, or over the top of low shelves in a mini-mart. Always their eyes would meet and linger. She had smiled at him when she jogged by in the park. She was tall, not quite six foot and had long brown hair that shined with reddish tints in the sun. If the jogging was any evidence, she was also fit and in good shape.

This was the first time he had dreamed of her up close and personal. He looked at her eyes and they were a light brown with flecks of gold. He had never seen anything like them.

"Where are you?" She asked. Typical of dreams, not everything always made sense.

"Right here with you, sweetheart."

"You're on the road, aren't you?" She ran her fingers softly along his arm that was resting on the table. He realized the jacket he had been wearing was gone and he now only wore his black tee.

"Being on the road is part of the job, I'm afraid."

She continued to trace little designs along the skin of his arm. "When will you be here with me?"

Dean glanced around the club a moment, confused. "Where are you?"

She glanced around as well and closed her eyes. Leaning in, she kissed him. It was gentle and shy. He reached up and ran his fingers along her temples and behind her ears, cupping her jaw. He pulled her in tighter and kissed her back. Like a switch going off somewhere deep inside, he needed more. He flicked his tongue along her lips and she parted them in invitation. He rang his hand through her hair and along the base of her skull pulling her in tighter and explored her mouth with his own.

Pulling back for air, he heard a whispered "east" and she was gone. In her wake was an amazing scent. Dean breathed it deep. It was like a forest with hints of cedar and campfire. The music in the club changed, suddenly, and he found himself singing on stage with Metallica in a familiar dream.

The next day, Sam spent his time pouring over his laptop during breakfast and a local paper as they climbed into the car.

"Well, I got nothing. Where to?"

They pulled up to the road and Dean scanned left and right and thought for a moment. "East." He answered and they headed down the road.

"Why east?"

"Why not?"

Sam shrugged his shoulders and settled in. Half the day later, they pulled into a truck stop for gas and a bite to eat. There was an all you can eat buffet that Dean couldn't turn down. Sam had bought a local paper and was perusing it while they ate.

"Hey Dean. Check this out." He folded the paper and turned it toward Dean.

Dean took it and glanced at the article. Stuffing another bite of baked ziti in his mouth he said, "Sounds like vampires."

Sam huffed out a sigh at his brother's lack of social etiquette. "That's what I was thinking."

Dean handed the paper back. "Alright. Let me just finish eating and we'll go."

Sam looked at the pile of food on his brother's plate. "Will that be some time this year?"

"Very funny."

As they were pulling out, Sam compared the news article to a map on his lap.

"So where is this place?"

"About an hour south of here, give or take. Make a right on 39 when you come to it."

"Got it."

They pulled into a small farming community a while later and found a small run down joint that rented rooms by the hour.

"Lovely." Sam said, disgusted.

"Don't worry about it. We won't be here long."

They changed clothes and went to visit the local sheriff. He told them how it had all begun with the random dead cow or pig. Throats torn to shreds and drained of blood. They hadn't told anyone about the blood and the community just thought they had a stray cougar on their hands. But the deaths escalated and they now had three dead people. Stories of the blood loss made it out to the public and now everyone was telling stories of vampires.

"Honestly. One more dead body and I could have a full scale panic on my hands. I'm just one guy, here. I'm doing the best I can, but if you two think you can figure this out, I would greatly appreciate it."

"We'll see what we can do. Thanks for your time, Sheriff." They shook hands and the guys headed back to the motel.

The next day, they viewed the bodies and traveled to various scenes.

"Definitely a vamp and a new one at that." Dean said after leaving the home of the latest victim.

"Agreed. The way it started with animals and moved up to human. It tried."

"It still needs to be put down, Sammy."

"No argument there. So what do you think? Cruise the area and see if we can find the nest?"

"Yeah. With all the farms, there are a lot of outlying buildings a vamp could hide out in."

They spent the rest of the day checking out barns and abandoned old farm houses all over the target area.

"Dean, take a look at this!" Sam said in an excited whisper. He pointed to the fender on an old tractor in the back corner of a barn.

Dean went over to find a sticky trail of blood on it.

"Fairly recent I would guess."

"You guys are good."

Sam and Dean whipped around to find the sheriff holding a gun on them.

"Sheriff. What's with the gun?"

"Not sure I can take you both down at once. The gun is my backup."

"You. You're the vampire." Sam said, drawing his attention as Dean started to circle closer.

"You're a fast one."

"Let us know who did this to you. We can help."

The sheriff barked out a laugh. "There's no help for me now. I tried. I tried to be good, but you have no idea the hunger!"

Dean jumped him then, knocking the gun away. They tussled on the floor and Dean kicked him away from him and into Sam. Sam grabbed him by the shoulders and Dean swung in with his machete before the sheriff even knew what was coming.

Clean up wasn't so bad. All they had to do was shovel up the blood soaked hay from the floor. They would burn it and the body out back.

"Doesn't it smell amazing in here?" Dean suddenly asked.

Sam frowned at him. "It smells like barn with a touch of copper thrown in."

"Really? Not woodsy?"

Sam just shook his head. "Just hurry up with this, Dean. I want to get some sleep before the sun rises if that's okay with you."

"Yeah yeah, whatever."

That night, in his dreams, Dean was back in the barn. He was methodically searching the structure for the vampire. He turned around a support beam and ducked his head into a stall and there she was. She pushed him back into the beam and kissed him. She ran her hands along his sides, under his jacket, to his back and pulled him in tight.

When she finally pulled out of the kiss, he looked at her worriedly. "You shouldn't be here, it's not safe."

She smiled up at him and rested her hands on his chest. "Where are you?"

The fact that he was dreaming slowly dawned on him with her question. "I'm on the road to you, baby."

She smiled beautifully at him. She leaned in to his ear and licked and nibbled the lobe. It sent chills down his spine and straight to his groin, causing him to groan. "East." She whispered, giving his earlobe another tug with her teeth.

He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around til her back was against the beam and kissed her. She reached down and squeezed his ass and he jumped, his excitement evident against her stomach. He backed up a step and she was gone.

He awoke with a start, an uncomfortable erection pushing at his underwear. He went to the bathroom to ease the strain and then spent the rest of the night staring aimlessly out the window.