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The steady purr of a Chevy Impala illuminated the night, a faint thudding beat of music pierced the night's silence. The sleek body of the 67' rounded a street corner, its headlights flicked off as the engine's hum ceased. The doors creaked open, and an All-American built man emerged from the driver's side. The second was taller than the first, but not as thickly built.
There was a moment of hesitation as the pair exchanged mocking looks, then reached back into the Impala producing a duffle bag each. The taller one snorted as he heaved the heavy duffle onto his shoulder, the driver smiled as he locked the car door.
"I still don't understand why we can't park closer to the motel" The taller man remarked sourly.
"I don't want anyone scratching my baby, Sam" The driver said as he patted the hood affectionately, "Do you want me to carry your bag, Cinderella?"
"Jerk"
"Bitch" The driver retaliated, smiling to himself. The pair walked slowly down the street and up to a motel. The motel had seen its prime many years before, but to the men it was just another places to sleep. Sam grabbed the door handle and held it open for the driver, who stalked through briskly. The driver approached the front desk, seeing that no one was around he snatched the desk bell and taped it at an annoying pace.
"Stop being so childish" Sam whispered as he pulled the bell out of his companions grasp.
A short, scraggly man appeared behind the desk and grabbed the bell from Sam.
"Grow up" The motel owner scolded as he threw the bell off to the side, where it landed with a muffled brrriinng. He rolled his eyes, annoyed. The driver looked at his companion sporting a wicked grin.
"Could we get a room for the night, preferably on the ground floor?" The driver asked pulling a wad of cash from his wallet. The motel owner eyed them suspiciously, giving them an all too familiar look.
"We're not... umm...I'm not" The driver blurted out panicked, raising his hands in defense.
"What ever you say..." The owner whispered to himself, as he suppressed a taunting grin.
After ditching their bags in the motel room, the two men stalked off to find something to eat. The small town had a limited selection of fast food joints, so the pair finally decided on a small diner complete with a working juke box machine and roller-skate waitresses.
They sat down at a booth and scanned the menu. An older, slightly overweight woman skated over. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, and she smacked her gum exposing her yellowing teeth.
"What can I get you, sweetheart?" She said as she leaned closer to the driver, giving him a once over with her eyes.
The driver looked up expecting a pretty, younger woman. His smile faded. "Can I get the Tailgate Burger on the rare side?"
"Anything for you doll." She smacked her gum childishly, smiling. "And for you?" She directed at Sam, her expression flat.
"Um... the Tailgate Burger as well, but can I get it well done?"
"Sorry it comes as is... rare-ish" She turned to the driver with a smile, eyes fluttering.
She wrote down the order and skated off towards the grill. She placed the order paper on the grill's counter, and whispered something to the cook, who picked up the paper and disappeared from view. Her eyes flicked over to their table and made eye contact with the driver. He looked away as if embarrassed.
"Looks like you have an admirer, Dean" Sam teased. Dean kicked him in the leg.
"Oww"
"Well I could get a slice of pie out of this..." Dean trailed off, smiling to himself about the possibility of free food.
The waitress appeared with the Burgers. "Yours is on the house" She said as she handed Dean his burger and a napkin. She set down Sam's burger and skated off, leaving a smog of newly applied perfume lingering in the air. Sam and Dean set into their burgers. Dean reached for a napkin and wiped his lips causing Sam to cough and almost choke on his food.
"What?" Dean asked taking another bite of his tailgate burger.
Sam pointed down at the used napkin, Dean picked it up and glanced at the diner's counter. The waitress gave him the call me hand motion. Dean smiled awkwardly, face still full of food. He looked back down at the napkin, scribbled across it was a phone number. Dean kicked Sam in the shins again and finished his burger.
Back at the motel Dean tossed his empty pie To-Go box in the trash. Sam pulled out his laptop, as Dean sprawled across the bed watching Casa-Erotica.
"Could you turn it down?" Sam asked.
"Let me think about it... ummm no" Dean snickered turning back to the TV.
Sam scanned the papers they had bought earlier that day. They had been the reason for the pit stop in this community.
WEIRD DEATH TOLL REACHES 21
The latest body was found in Fairhope, early Thursday morning.
No leads in the culprit. Police released that the bodies were
completely unharmed, but all have been drained of blood.
There are small puncture wounds on the arms and legs, and police assume
an animal attack. Any information as to the cause of these
afflictions, would be welcome to the police force. 281-6688.
Sam turned his attention back to his laptop. "Got it" Sam said after a few minutes. "Vampires"
"Wow, really? I thought it would be the Easter Bunny" Dean mocked as he reluctantly flicked off the TV.
"Would you like to do the research from now on?"
Dean raised his hands in apology, "That is what I have you for, Geek Boy."
"But it doesn't seem to add up..." Sam whispered to himself. "...for once I have no idea what it could be."
Later that night the pair woke and prepared for the hunt. Dean went to fetch the Impala, while Sam packed some extra Rock Salt into his bag. The Impala pulled up to the sidewalk as Sam locked the motel room, he ran over to the car and got in.
The first stop was at the local bar. Once inside the boys took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer. Something was not right, what should be a mildly busy bar was deserted. Not a soul, beside the bartender, was in the large, dimly lit room. Both sat uneasily, Dean's fingers itched to drawl the knife at his belt.
A tall dark haired woman in her early twenties brought them the drinks. She made small talk as she cleaned the bar glasses, looking around at the empty bar room, also apprehensive of the unusual silence.
"I was beginning to worry that people were going to stop coming here, but apparently I was wrong." She smiled, flashing her perfect white teeth.
"Excuse me?" Sam questioned, as he picked up his beer.
"You must not be from around here..." She set the glass down and leaned up against the bar. "I probably shouldn't tell you this."
"We're big boys,... I... can handle it" Dean provoked giving her a reassuring smile.
"...Well about two weeks ago there was a man in here, fairly tall with dark hair... well he sat down at the bar and kept mumbling, 'their coming'....To tell the truth it was frightening, so I asked the bouncers to escort him out."
"As they were dragging him out he pointed at several people and yelled, 'Your to be the first.' " She shuddered involuntarily.
She pulled away from the bar, as did the boys unaware they had leaned in to hear the story.
"The next night everything was fine until the man who had been called out by the mumbling man started acting really...weird. He was joking around with some friends, and then as if he had been possessed..." Sam and Dean looked at each other "...he got up and yelled at some other people, he ran out shortly after."
"...Then it got really weird. the next morning his body turned up...missing all the blood." She tried to look mysterious.
"The following nights progressed like the first, a person from the bar would start acting strange, then turn up drained of blood the following morning. Eventually people stopped coming here....But now that your here everything must be coming back to normal." She smiled, returning to her glasses.
The bartender went over to the shelves, putting away the newly cleaned glasses. Sam turned to Dean.
"It sounds like vampires, but..." Sam stated.
"But what?" Dean's hand gripped the knife, watching the bartender closely.
"I have never heard that a vampire could posses someone. It must be... It can't be..."
"Well, don't leave me in the dark" Dean scowled.
"They could be working with a demon"
"Don't be ridiculous, Sam." Dean said lowering his voice, "demons and vampires?"
"What else could it be then?" Sam looked at Dean expectantly. Dean racked his brain, but thankfully the waitress came back silencing both boys with her presence.
"Where were the bodies found?" Dean asked the bartender using his trademark smile to its full potential.
"Oh" She blushed, "In the woods, just off highway 98, in a small clearing. You can't miss it, there is police tape everywhere. You aren't thinking about going there are you?"
"No, of course not!" Dean bluffed, trying to pass it off as a joke.
"Where they all found in the same place?" Sam asked surprised.
"Ya, weird, I know" She replied, brushing her dark hair behind her ear.
Sam and Dean left shortly after the story. As they walked out, they could here the bartender curse herself for telling the story.
The brothers got into the Impala and pulled out of the parking lot of the bar. Highway 98 was deserted partially because it was after midnight. Inside the 67', conversation flipped from one topic to another.
"Well, now I am kind of stumped as to what we are dealing with" Sam sighed as the conversation died, sensing Dean didn't want to talk any more. "Vampires are not normally this predictable, they take care as to hide their victims."
Dean turned on the radio, and Creedence Clearwater Revival's Bad Moon Rising filled the car. The music was loud enough to end any possibility of returned conversation. Sam glared out the window annoyed by Dean's antics.
Eyes glued to the road, Dean focused on the pavement. The radio stuttered, both Sam and Dean looked at it as if to see the other messing with the tuning knob. Both returned to their previous focuses, until the radio jumped again.
"Stop it" They said to each other in unison.
Dean looked over at Sam, brooding. He looked in his rear view mirror and then back to the road. Soon after both had forgotten the incident.
Dean's eyes flickered to his rear view mirror once again.
"Shit!"
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