These aren't vampires. These are douche bags
"Dude, what the hell?"
Sam shook his head in response to Dean as they watched the three teenagers talking from their hiding spot.
"Bobby said their was a family of Vampires in this town?" Dean asked.
"And a Werewolf pack." Sam said.
"A pack?"
"Apparently." Sam said. They stopped and listened to the overly dramatic conversation that was taking place.
"But I love both of you!" said the dramatic emo girl.
"You can't love both of us. You have to chouse." said the serious Native American boy (who for some reason wasn't wearing a shirt)
The constipated looking pail guy who was sparkling (sparkling?) in the light took a step forward and placed his hand of the emo girls shoulder. "Bella, I'm to dangerous for you to be around." he said, "I should leave and never come back!"
The emo girl made a face that might have been horror. "No! Edward, my life is meaningless with out you!"
"Then you've made your chouse!" The Native American boy said turning around dramatically.
"No! Jacob! I love you!" said the emo girl as (to Sam and Dean's surprise) the boy turned into a large wolf.
Dean stepped out of his hiding place and shot the wolf with a silver bullet. The wolf crumpled to the ground and turned back into a boy laying motionless in the grass.
The sparkly guy started towards Dean while Sam pulled out his machete and with one swift movement cut off the fairy's head.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Sam and Dean looked around at the emo girl. "You killed them! Now I can never be turned into a vampire and live forever with a supper hot undead sparkly man! My life has no point to it any more!"
Sam and Dean looked at each other, then at the stupid emo girl. Slowly they raised their weapons and approached her...