Okay, I'm struggling a lot right now so a lot of this book is going to be taken from the actual transcript. Please don't worry all rights belong to the writers of Supernatural. I'm just taking credit for Christina Winchester. Please enjoy and comment. ^_^

Dean's POV

I took in a deep breath of the air brushing past the open window of my beloved Impala. Her sleek metal work glistened in the sun as I stomped on the gas a large love-sick smile panted on my face as my music flowed out of her speakers encasing me and my two siblings into a world of AC/DC.

"Listen to my Baby purr," I said gently stroking the steering wheel making Sam roll his eyes as he glanced back at the map that sat in his lap. "Is there a better sound in the world? I love you, baby."

"You know if you want to get a room," Sam chuckled smacking my shoulder. "Just let us know before hand."

"Don't listen to him, baby. He doesn't understand us."

"You're in a good mood." He said laughing.

"Why shouldn't I be?" I asked with a smiled and Sam just shook his head. "I got my car, we have a case and things are looking up."

"Wow, give a guy a couple of severed heads, a pile of dead cattle and he's Mr. Sunshine." Christina sat up stretching she also had a smile on her face. "But I do agree with you, Dean. It's so nice to be able to sink into the seats and remember the good times that we had."

"Okay, you're just as strange as Dean here." Sam said making both Christina and I chuckle.

"How far to Red Lodge?" I asked placing my elbow out on the edge of the window.

"Uh, about another three hundred miles."

"Good." I pressed my foot against the floor making my Impala race away her engine roaring with the freedom after being cooped up in Bobby's salvage yard while I fixed her up.

~B.L.~

"I don't know why," Christina said as she walked out of the bathroom, wearing the outfit she was going to pretend to be a reporter in. "But I don't see why I have to be one wearing the skit?"

"Because you're a girl." I said struggling with the tie.

"Here," she quickly said and before I could stop her she was patting my chest over the finished tie. "Let the girl help you with the tie."

"Bitch," I muttered and she glared at me.

"Dick." I heard her say as she pulled on a short sleeved button up over her tank top I made her wear. "Sam," I had turned to face them as I was throwing my jacket over my arms. "You're hair is perfect lets go."

"Shut up," he groaned as he stood up from after looking over his laptop and grabbing his jacket from behind him. "You're one to talk miss I-like-to-take-twenty minute showers."

"Five at the most." She said as we walked to my car. I smiled at how the sun was bouncing off the black metal. "It's kind of hard to take twenty minutes in the shower after one of you. Especially after, Bruce Wayne there takes all the hot shower. Or after getting after you and your George Clooney hair."

"Shut up." Sam growled and we climbed in behind the wheel of my precious black gem and headed towards the police department to question the sheriff about the strange decapitations and the mass cattle killing.

End of Dean's POV

~B.L.~

Sam's POV

Dean and I scribbled down notes, trying to pretend to be with the Weekly World News team. I glanced over at Christina who was just staring at the sheriff as we talked. The sheriff was a rolly-polly man with dark hair on top of his head while the sides of his head was gray. What made him stick out was a large bushy mustache that was curled at the edge.

"All I can say is the investigation is still undergoing. That's all I can say at the this time." Dean and I nodded while our sister just continued to stare at the sheriff's mustache.

"Sure, we understand that." I said elbowing our sister who fumbled with her notepad trying to make up for staring and not taking any notes. "But, uh, you found the first head last week right?" The sheriff nodded. "Okay, and the other, a uh, Christina Flanigan."

"That was two days ago." The Sheriff added quickly. "Is there-" there was knock on his door and we turned to see a woman with long blond hair wearing a tight sweater that would make Dean smile, which he shot her a look with a quick smile before turning to look at the Sheriff who cleared his throat. "Oh. I'm sorry about this you three, but we're done here."

"One last question, please." I begged even as I saw Christina putting her notepad into her jacket's pocket.

"Yeah, just one more." Dean cut in. "What about the Cattle?"

"Cattle?" The Sheriff's eyes were narrowing. "What about the cattle?"

"Well, cattle being ripped apart, insides gone. Kind of wacky right?"

"No, not wacky." The sheriff said eying all three of us. "Let me explain why. A cow dies. Add the hot sun and forty-eight hours the cow bloats and rips open, as if it a professional surgeon went around and sliced them open." I glanced over at my sister who swallowed hard before clearing her throat. "Now after all that happens, all the juices and everything falls out. That's what gravity does. The ground sucks it up and no ones the wiser." We all looked at each other before we silently agreed to see the latest human victim at the medial center. "Now. Get. Out. Of. My. Office." All three of us nodded and slowly left the office after shaking the Sheriff's hand.

~B.L.~

"Didn't your mother teach you not to stare at people?" I asked Christina who still had that bewilderment look on her face.

"I know." She grumbled sitting leaning up against the front seat. "But it's kind of hard not to stare when a man has a very large fuzzy caterpillar under his nose." Dean let out a small laugh as we drove down the street and turned into the medical center.

"Think you can flirt your way into letting us see the body?" Dean asked when we grabbed a couple of white coats hanging off the side.

"Is that all I'm good for?" Christina asked as she pulled her long blonde hair out of her hair tie and flipped it a few times. "Just to flirt?" We both shook our heads and she rolled her eyes and opened the door looking frazzled.

"Uh..hi." the man that was sitting in the room.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm trying to find the cafeteria." Christina's act was flawless as we heard her shoes clicking and scrapping off the floor. "I know I shouldn't have spit my gum out on my copy of this place."

"Would you like my help?" The man asked and Dean and I heard the soft giggling coming form inside.

"You think she's enjoying herself a bit too much in there?" Dean asked and I shook my head. "Oh, you're having doubts because of her invisible boyfriend?" I nodded. "Here she comes." Sure enough as we turned around, our backs towards the examining room, we heard Christina's shoes scraping and clicking as they walked out.

"Oh thank you so much for helping me find my way around, John?"

"Jeff," he corrected and they rounded the corner.

"I always knew she had a way with men." Dean said grabbing me and himself a pair of latex gloves.

"She's not a bad hunter either." I said searching the paperwork before finding where Christina Flanigan's body was placed. Dean shrugged his shoulders before waiting until I opened, the tomb and pulled out the slide with a box with something in it, and the headless body of Christina.

"So that's where they have the head in." Dean said as I lifted the box and set it on the table. "Okay, open it up."

"What?" I stared at him my mouth dropping.

"Come on you wuss open up the basket." I glared at him and my mouth twitched. Dean stared at me and rolled his eyes. "Alright fine." He growled as his face fell into a frown as he lifted up the box's lid. Christina Flanigan's head made both of us take in a deep breath to calm our nerves. "Okay, check to see if she has anything in her mouth. Like the moth in Silence of the Lambs." I stared at him my face draining of color.

"Why me?" I asked my eyes narrowing.

"Because I opened the lid it's your turn to search." Dean said and I groaned as I stuck my fingers into the mouth trying to feel for anything.

"Get me that bucket." I said eying a small plastic bucket just a few feet away from me. I couldn't look down as I fought back my gag reflex.

"You find something?"

"No, I'm going to throw up." Dean let out a chuckle then went silent after I had closed Flanigan's mouth.

"Wait, lift her lip back up." I wanted to smack him.

"You really want me to throw up?" I asked and Dean shook his head.

"Just do it. I thought I saw something." I shook my head and took a side step and Dean mumbled something under his breath before opening the lip up himself. "Is that a hole?" He asked as we both saw a small crevice in the gum line. With a gently poke with is pointer finger something white slowly emerged from the hole. My breath stopped and I saw Dean's eyes grow wide with millions of questions.

"Is that a vampire tooth?" I asked.

"A fang. A retractable fang." Dean's eyes looked up at me before saying in a quiet voice. "This is something really new." I nodded in agreement.

End of Sam's POV