I know i vowed never to start posting a fic until the last one was finished, but i couldnt help myself :D

I started writing this last night, and just had to post it up here today. This fic follows the other two, although its not going to mention anything which happened in them so you dont have to read them at all to understand this one.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Kripke, i own nothing! Nothing i tell you!

Sam opened his eyes, and was immediately blinded by the flash of white hot pain which shot through his head. He looked up through half closed eyes to see his brother moving about with a dangerous grace, quickly closing in on the enemy only to retreat after landing a blow. In some sick way it was like watching a deadly dance, and the thought almost made the younger Winchester smile through his pain filled haze.

Though his hunter trained muscles were quick, they weren't quick enough as the blur of their quarry finally out footed Dean smashing into him and launching him across the room where he landed in a heap with a grunt of pain. Sam steeled himself, drawing on the last remaining reserves of his energy readying his body for another fight of the battle where they either won…or died trying.

THREE DAYS EARLIER

Dean took a moment to look up at the front of the motel where Sam was renting a room for the coming days before allowing his head to drop back against the steering wheel of the sleek, black Impala. He was beat. They had been driving around continuously from state to state trying to get a sniff of anything out of the ordinary which would require a looking into. But so far, weeks of fruitless searching had turned up nothing, it seemed as though all the ghosts and ghouls of America were taking a vacation.

"Probably in Hawaii," he grumbled to himself "at least it would be hot out" he added, opening his eyes and looking at the rain trailing down the window of the car before letting out a huff of annoyance and closing them again. If there was one thing Dean Winchester hated, it was rain. For one thing it made digging graves that much harder.

He let out a bark of mirthless laughter as the thought flitted through his mind. How many people could say they hated the weather depending on how it affected the difficulty of salting and burning decaying corpses.

Almost falling asleep the older Winchester jumped, pressing the horn accidentally, as the passenger door was ripped open and the smiling face of Sam Winchester came into view.

"Dude!…" he said almost reproachfully

"Sorry, couldn't help myself," Sam said, the laughter evident in his voice "now come on Grumpy and you can fall asleep in a proper bed" he added shutting the door with a bang before heading to the trunk to grab the duffels.

"Watch the damn paintwork!" Dean shouted to the retreating form of his pain in the ass little brother before grumbling "freaking Grumpy…should friggin' respect his elders….damn chirpy son of a…".

Getting out of the car and stretching stiffly in the dull light of the moon he walked to the back of the car and retrieved his own bag, hitting a grinning Sam upside the head before heading towards the motel room and the promise of sleep.

The next morning, slightly more refreshed though still a little sore, Dean awoke to the smell of freshly made, diner special, tar-like coffee and sighed ins satisfaction. Not even lifting his head from the pillow he launched his hand from under the covers and smiled when the comforting feel of warm polystyrene was placed into his grip.

Sam's eyes twinkled in amusement when his brothers dishevelled head finally rose from beneath the thin, motel issue duvet as he sat up to drink the coffee. Knowing Dean was no good to anyone until he was caffeinated, he had left the room once he was clean and dressed on a mission to find the least offensive looking, and smelling, diner he could in the small town.

Throwing a bag containing pastry shaped, breakfast type foods at his brother, his grin widened as it bounced of Dean's head causing the older Winchester to shoot a death glare his way before opening it and cramming one into his mouth.

"So…where are we again" he asked round a mouthful of mushed pastry.

Wrinkling his nose in distaste, Sam looked his brother in the eye for a moment.

"You weren't paying me the slightest bit of attention last night were you?" he asked, half amused and half exasperated.

"Dude, autopilot is a beautiful thing, and Dean Winchester just so happens to possess one of the best in the business," he said shooting a grin at his little brother, "besides, you weren't saying anything interesting, and I listened enough to get us here didn't I….wherever here is".

"We're in Blackshear, Georgia. There have been a string of deaths over the past few weeks and even a case of cattle mutilation. Three consecutive people went missing and turned up one night later, their bodies almost completely drained of blood. The local authority don't know what to make of it but I think we have a good idea huh…"

"Dude I know we're in Georgia, jeeze do you think I'm stupid enough to not at least know what state we're in," Dean grouched, pulling a less than mature face at his brother "and this could only be one thing right…vampires".

"Well it could be any number of things, but yeah, vampires are top of the list right now" Sam said shuffling the papers in his hands with an incredibly focused sense of urgency, taking care to avoid looking directly into his brothers eyes.

The uncomfortable air surrounding the brothers was not lost on Dean as he remembered the too recent incident in Montana where they had run into an overzealous hunter by the name of Gordon whilst hunting for a nest of vampires. Conflicting feelings and ideas had led to force being used and bad air between the brothers, and each was eager to forget what had happened.

"Right, er so the usual then…" Dean said after clearing his throat "I'll sharpen the knives, you go and check our supply of dead mans blood". Finally leaving the confines of his warm bed, Dean reached down to retrieve the weapons duffel containing two vicious looking machetes and a small, sharp dagger. He set to sharpening them, pausing to look up as Sam left the room in the direction of the Impala.

Sam mentally shook himself. Although apologies had been made and accepted on both of their accounts, he still went cold at the thought of what had transpired in Montana. The seed of doubt it had planted in both brothers minds, about the black and white of good versus evil suddenly becoming a giant grey smudge, had stirred slightly.

Reaching around the trunk of the Impala, he grabbed at the stash of bottles, pulling each one out to check their contents before replacing them. Finally he found what he wanted, the vial of dead mans blood. For some reason or other it was as deadly as poison to vampires, serving to weaken them of nothing else. And with the heightened strength and speed with which vampires attacked, any advantage was a huge one during a battle.

He sighed seeing their stash was pitifully low. Knowing the potency of the blood was affected by how fresh it was, and remember when the amount he held had been collected, he realised it wasn't going to do much good in the field. He pocketed the bottle, people might get suspicious if he was seen walking back to his room with a vial of blood in his hands, he headed back towards the motel.

"Dean, we don't have any, well any worth using anyways, and there's no chance we can get more from the mortuary, the security round there has been stepped up tenfold since the latest deaths. Small town like this isn't used to this many stiffs turning up in such a short time" he said tossing the vial towards his brother who sat cross legged on the bed, knives sitting in front of him.

Dean glanced up and caught the bottle sailing towards him with ease, his reflexes honed by the life he had led. Frowning at the bottle, he sighed before throwing it onto Sam's bed.

"Might as well keep the bottle, never know when you need a spare one huh, guess we're just going to have to do this the hard way then" he said, tension still evident in his voice, although both brothers felt more relaxed now they realised neither one was going to bring up their last vampire encounter.

"Sure," Sam said, retrieving the bottle and washing it out in the bathroom sink "so anyways, what's the plan of action?".

"Well, you said something about the last two victims were last seen in that bar we passed on the way in right…Al's or Lee's or something right?" Dean asked, resuming the task he had set himself.

"So you were listening a little last night huh" Sam said grinning "The bars called Louie's and yeah, that was the last place two of the victims were seen".

"I don't think we're dealing with a nest here dude, the deaths are too few and far between for it to be more than one vamp" Dean said, all business now they were discussing the case.

"I agree, and the victims were all women, it's probably going for the weaker looking ones to try and stay away from injury".

"Right, so what say we have ourselves a night at Louie's Bar huh Sam?" Dean said with a smirk picking up one of the lethal looking machetes and giving it the once over, turning it slightly so that the sunlight caught the edge making it gleam.

I was just perusing a map of america, and picked Blackshear because the name was interesting, I dont pretend to know anything about towns of america because iv never been :D

Im picturing the timeline somewere after bloodlust on the second season, so spoiler for anything before then.

Yeah anyways, as always, all comments and critiques welcome :D

XsarahX

p.s. im in no way making out that women are a weaker sex lol, i was just pointing out the fact that a little woman would put up less of a fight than most of the burly blokes you find sitting in bars.