"Sammy, you got anything?" asked Dean, taking a swig of beer. The Winchester brothers were in a dingy motel in New Brunswick, New Jersey. They'd come there for a potential case of vampires that had turned out to be a normal murder. Now they sat waiting for a hunt, Sam in an arm chair scrolling on his lap top and Dean sitting on the edge of the bed near him.

"Not much. There's been a couple of weird things in Brooklyn but you know, it's a big city." Sam shrugged.

"Couldn't hurt to check it out."

Sam kept clicking then made a face. "That's odd."

"What is it?"

"Well there's a large, known clan of vampires over on the East Side of Manhattan. Also, a pack of werewolves. Lately there's been a lot of death in the area."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "So humans are getting ganked because of a turf war between the leeches and the dogs?"

"No that's the thing. They seem to be completely peaceful. The deaths all seem to be normal shootings." Sam clicked again. "I've only found one case, but it appears to have been written by an insane mother a few years back. Apparently her son Simon was turned into a vampire. She found blood in the mini fridge in his room."

"Does anyone know where this Simon is?"

"Yeah he's in a band called 'The Mortal Instruments'. They're playing at the Rock Shop this Saturday."

"Why does that sound familiar?" said a deep voice from the other end of the room.

"Cas," said Dean who was used to the angel's random materialization. "Good to see you."

"Hey get this," said Sam, who had still been scrolling. "There's been a killing at a warehouse in Brooklyn just a few hours ago. The body was found in drained of blood and in multiple pieces and arranged in the shape of an unidentified symbol."

"Could it be the vampires.?"

"Maybe."

"Right. Sounds investigation worthy. We'll head over in the morning and check out the scene. I need my three hours at least." He turned around to look back at Cas but the angel was gone. Dean flopped onto the bed. "Night Sammy."

Sam sighed and shut his lap top. "Good night, Dean."

Well you can tell by the way I use my walk-

"Really, Dean? The Bee Gees?"

"It's a classic!"

"Whatever." Sam looked out the window of the Impala.

"Hey cheer up," said Dean."We've got ourselves a hunt."

Silence from Sam.

"Bitch."

Sam smiled. "Jerk."

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother your stayin' alive, stayin alive.

Oh the irony. thought both brothers.

The Winchesters arrived at the warehouse in the dark hours of the morning. Oddly, no one was there, not a single cop. So they put their fake badges away opened the trunk if the Impala. Grabbing a few weapons as well as some salt and holy water, they cautiously walked towards the scene of the crime.

There was a noise like the wind, but not quite normal. "Dean?" said Sam.

Dean held a finger to his lips and approached the door of the warehouse. He did a mental count down. 1...2...3! and swung the door open.

"You're late," growled Castiel.

"I didn't know we'd agreed on a time," said Dean, moving past Cas into the lit warehouse.

"Where was the body?" asked Sam.

"Over here," said Cas. He led them over to a bloody stain on the floor. Though the body wasn't there, the symbol was clear enough. Through the blood you could see chalk, in a shape, though poorly made, very familiar to the Winchesters.

"So kid decides to summon a demon and put him in a Devil's Trap. Demon gets out and ganks him, drinks the blood, and then amuses himself with somewhat sick humor by shaping the body parts into the shape they failed at making."

"Maybe," Dean speculated "But wouldn't that mean-"

"The demon is still here," Cas finished, and confirmed.

Almost as if on cue, something lunged from the shadows directly towards Sam. "Sammy!" Dean shouted.