"Rise and shine Tink, Bobby called, said we should check out this place a couple miles from here" Dean said as he walked past a sprawled out Sam,smacking him over the head.
"Did he say why?" Sam asked as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing the lump left behind by Dean's hand.
"Well not in detail..." Dean hesitated. "Dean!" Sam snapped, not in the mood for his brothers riddles. "Not really" he answered with a shrug. "All he said was to go to the morgue, he said they'll be expecting us there" "I'll get dressed sam sighed.
Sam and dean approached the front desk flashing they're badges.
"I'm agent Brookes, and this is my partner McCready." "It's about me." said the short and slim young receptionist. "I love a women who cuts straight to the chase." Dean whispered, tilting his head with a Corkey smile.
Sam rolled his eyes and smacked him in the back of the head,
then pointed his finger in Dean's face. "That! was for earlier" sam said as he followed the woman from the desk.
Dean followed behind him as he whispered to Sam."You are so luckey we are in public or I'd kick your ass." "Sure, if you consider the morgue public." Sam retorted. "Dont push it." Dean replied sharply. They stepped into the elevator as it sent them to down to the basement of the hospital.
"A young hot receptionist in an elevator, makes me wish I had come alone." Dean mumbled. "In your dreams." Sang the woman as Dean's smirk quickly fell.
"In my defence, I didnt think you heard." Dean replied nervously.
"yeah...we're in small quarters, not much of a distance from my ears." Sam laughed as Dean elbowed him with a sideways glare. The elevator dinged as it reached it's destination, the doors parting to a deserted hall with a single door.
"The morgue creeps me out, your on your own. just knock, he should hear you." said the receptionist as Sam and Dean stepped out.
"I guess we dont have to ask which door." dean joked. She rolled her eyes as the door slid shut. "Are you done?" Sam asked. At the end of the hall a man stood waiting. "You must be bobby's boy's, he said you'd be coming, my name is Christian but you can call me Chris." He explained as he led them inside the morgue, opening the drawer that held the body of a young girl with blond hair surrounding her pale shoulders. "What happened to her?" Sam asked. "Not entirely sure, but her body has been completely drained of blood." "Vampires?" Sam asked.
"Na, no entry wounds to indicate fang marks." Sam and Dean stared at Chris in wonder.
"What?" Chris asked. "So you believe that vampires exist?" asked Dean.
"Boys, I'm a friend of Bobby's, anythings possible." "OK, did you find anything else?" Dean pushedon.
"Well, she does have a mark, a tiny pin prick hole in the hollow of her left arm."
"A needle mark, could she have been a drug addict?" "Not likely, if she was shooting up there would be more needle entries." "She could have been a blood donor, but against her will." Sam provided. "They're holding a blood drive at the high school, my daughter Kate goes there."