Sam and Dean hadn't had a job in weeks it was quiet. Too quiet. Almost post apocalyptic quiet. Sam had been sitting their for hours, days in numerous motel rooms searching for the slightest hint of a new Job. But nothing.
"Dude still nothing. It's been weeks"
"Nope it's like everything supernatural has disappeared of the face of the earth."
"Well any where on earth that there's internet connection anyway."
"Give it here"
"But Dean"
"But nothing, See" Dean turned the laptop to face Sam, it showed a map of Georgia and the amount of recent death and disappearances in the last 64 years.
"So what you think there's a case here?"
"It's a better lead than sitting here doing nothing right?"
Sam begin to do more research as dean packed up the little belonging they had into an old duffle bag. Sam came across some past police reports that had mostly been signed off as cases of missing persons or deaths by animal attacks. people with their hearts rips from their chest, drained of blood. this job seemed like any other werewolf gig but at least it was something. They couldn't afford to give up the job, their were no signs of jobs popping up anytime soon.
"Dean where the hell are you taking us Georgia is in the other direction!"
"Sammy I have been driving for 10 hours straight, I need to pee and I need to need to freaking eat"
"Seriously you couldn't just wait?"
"No smart ass I couldn't. I don't have the bladder of damn moose now shut up and turn up the music"
"Yeah sure, whatever "
"Dean where a exactly are we"
a sign up a head covered in trees was still slightly visible, Mystic Falls.
"Mystic falls, sounds mystical"
"huh yeah of course, now where can we eat you've made me hungry"
"hey look the mystic grill sounds about as good as its going to get, time for pie"
they sit down in a booth, a waiter home over and a passes them menus.
"thanks I'm, Matt you got pie?" Dean could just about read mats name tag, the blue dough eyed waiter looked back at him confused.
" Sorry about my brother he means do have any pie on the menu?"
"Oh yeah sorry we got pumpkin, cherry that's all I think"
"we'll that it then two pieces of pie for me and whatever this bozo is having"
"ill have the Caesar salad and coffee thanks"
they both sat their taking in the place, it's atmosphere and the slightly uncomfortable booth chairs. A guy at the bat with ash blonde hair catches both their attention. They look at one another but get distracted when their food is brought over. "Finally pie!"
Sam had found a bunch of old sheriff reports in the town about murders where the bodies were some were drained of blood other had their hear ripped out. The murders had started back in September 2009, but there had also been cases back in 1864 thought the years in between were silent the only cases of death were heart attacks from overweight middle aged councillors that had eaten way to much greasy dinner food. Though recently, the attacks had picked up again and were becoming more frequent. The reports were signed off my the sheriff and mayor as animal attacks. But Sam knew from previous jobs it couldn't be that simple.
"Dude, this town is like crazy weird I mean there are hundreds are of reports of missing people in the last 4 years, and the same back in the late 1800's its like they all just mysteriously disappear but the sheriff department don't seem to bothered by it."
"So? Were in red-neck country I mean what'ya expect most of these sheriffs are fat old guy chugging back on whisky, eating doughnuts"
"This isn't the Simpson's dean you know that right"
"yeah but your not telling me there aren't people like that huh?"
"Yeah, fine but I think we should look into this, there were recently 12 murders, all with their hearts ripped out"
"so what werewolf? lets find and kill the son of a bitch then so we can get out of here"
"That's the thing, everything points to werewolf but there just I don't know there doesn't seem something right about this, like something else is doing the killings"
"like what? some slutty blonde cheerleader, yeah sure"
"speaking of ...
Sam scoffed, "what she looks legal" shaking his head in disapproval.
"We definitely aunt inKansasanymore, totto"
Mystic Falls was known for being a small quiet town, there was a church, a bar, they had high school dances and carnivals. They even celebrate their founder's day. it was a typical picturesque town.
"Hey Dean it says here that some of founders descendants still live here"
"what you think these so called founding families are behind what's going on here?"
"not sure but its somewhere we can start asking questions one on them is the town sheriff maybe we can get something outta him"
"fine lets go with his dumb theory that their are families behind the deaths of people from 1800's till now huh"
"Sheriff Forbes?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. Huh." The short blonde haired woman raised her head from the overwhelming pile of reports. Both Sam and Dean were suprised to see that the sheriff was in fact a woman they had only ome across one other female sheriff in all the time they'd hunted.
"Ah you must be... "
"Daniel Johnson and this is my partner Richard Crow"
"Yes i heard we had some vistiors in town, what brings you to Mystic Falls?" she asked, placing her hand on her waist and the other to her gun.
"Food" Sam laughed "Weve been driving all night and we heard the Mystic Grill was a good place to eat"
"Well i wouldn't exactly recomend the food but the liqour is fine. so you plan on staying in town?"
"Only for a couple nights to rest up then we'll be bak on the road, they've got a huge chevy festival out there this weekend"
"Well theres a nice motel around the corner be sure to tell them i sent you"
"Oh thanks sheriff"
"Call me Liz, Liz Forbes" she replied.
Sam and Dean were both seated in the impala parked at the side of the road.
"So how suspicious you think that sheriff was, i'm she wasnt to happy to see new comers." Dean stated.
"We'll seeing as about half of the towns population has died recently you'd think theyd want new people"
"Seriously we're talking a lot of suspicious deaths. Like hundreds." Sam said looking at his files.
"So what if not werewolf what are we dealing here with?"
"I don't know werwolves see the obvious option"
"So what we get some silver and kill the alpha?"
"See i'm not so sure it is cuz since when did werwolves drain bodies of blood?" Sam replied.
"Never" Dean asked.
"And what other supernatural creature does?"
"Vamps, so what we looking at a covern or just some hipster group of baby vamps rebelling from momma vamp?"
"It does seem a little to sloppy for an elder vamp or an original vampire so yeah could be"
"C'mon sammy i need to sleep"
The motel was quaint but comfortable, the room hadd two singles and for once the motel receptionist didnt think they were a gay couple, much to Dean's suprise. They were out before 1am, the sound of screaching tyres and a scream. Sam rushed over to the window he was easily woken Dean still lay there fast asleep. Pulling the curtains open he noticed a black truck parked on teh side walk and a girl screaming , he took another look back at the truck there were tyre burns on the road it had crashed into a tree on the sidewalk right in the centre of town a blak shadow appeared and darted around the car, the passenger side door ripped off and the shadow disappeared.
"Dean" sam shouted nudging dean to wake. Dean mumbled in response and grasped his pillow tighter turning over. "DEAN! WAKE UP" this time dean pulled himself up rubbing his eyes.
"Damn it Sammy its only 4am can't i sleep any more?"
"Somethings going on c'mon we need to go see this"
"Huh what, what are you talking about it's too early i'll go later jsut report back to me ok sam"
"Fine, you're unbelievable you know that"
By the time Sam got down their the only person left to talk to was Liz. "Hey, what happened ?"
"Drunken accident the guy drifted out the way of 'shadow' and hit the tree, turns out he's jsut got a few broken bones though"
"Well if theres anything i can do to help-"
"Liz can we talk?" Damon Salvatore the Black haired man from the Grill pulled the sherriff to one side.
"Not now Damon the council will meet later at the Lockwood."
"Sorry about that,"
"Who was that?"
"Oh that's Damon Salvatore he lives up at the old Boarding house its a family building actually, he's part of our towns foundign families and the council in fact."
"WOW His shoes will be big to follow then huh?"
"Yeah he um has quite the name with ladies, if you now what i mean."
That was it the mysterious Damon Salvtore was on Sam's radar and for some reason Dean had awoken and made his was to Sam, "So Sammy," he said slapping his hand hard across Sam shoulder, "What are we doing, want to go eat?"
"Do you ever stop thinking about food?" Dean shugged laughing to himself as he walked away to the car.