Author's note: These fics are based on real episodes of Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you would like background on the new character you can read the previous episodes.

Bloodlust

Dean had been in a good mood ever since they caught wind of a new job. Two murders, both with severed heads. There were also dead cows found in the area, though they wouldn't know until they did more research if that was related. He was so excited to get started he wouldn't even find a hotel before he wanted to start interviewing the police. Kayla let Sam go with him; his mood was getting on her nerves.

The sheriff they were interviewing had the most awesome mustache ever. He was trying to brush them off but they weren't quite finished with him yet.

"What about the cattle mutilations? Heh? Over a dozen cases, do you think there's a connection?"

The man stared blankly at Dean for a moment. "Connection…how?"

"Maybe some satanic ritual stuff?"

He busted out laughing but realized that he wasn't joking. "No, it's not connected. Because cattle mutilations don't exist. See if a cow dies out in the sun, the bloat will heat up and split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids go down, that's called gravity, and gets soaked up into the soil. But hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you worked for?"

Dean loosened his collar. "World Weekly News."

"Weekly World News." Sam corrected him.

"Worldly, weekly…I'm new."

They were kindly requested to leave but that was fine by him, time to move on. He'd let Kayla join them to see the bodies, a little gore never hurt anyone.

After a quick wardrobe change the three of them strolled into the morgue wing of the hospital. Kayla was totally into seeing Dean in the lab coat, not that she could tell him that now. She waited in the hall while the guys broke the ice. A young man sat behind the desk and looked up at them as they walked in.

Dean read his nametag, there was only a first initial. "John."

"Jeff." He stood eagerly, like he was waiting to be useful.

"Jeff, I knew that. Dr. Dorgen needs to see you in his office immediately."

"But Dr. Dorgen is on vacation."

"Well he's back, and he's pissed, and he's yelling for you man so I suggest you…" They watched him hurry out of the room.

Kayla walked in. "That was faster than expected."

"Let's get this over with." Sam put on a pair of gloves and pulled the drawer out that they needed.

Dean motioned to the container as he looked at the body. "Alright open it."

"You open it."

"Wuss." He grabbed the container and put it on the table. Without hesitation he flipped the top to reveal the severed head. Nasty. The smell made him step back a little.

"Poor girl." Sam shook his head.

"Maybe we should see if anything is shoved down her throat, you know, like the moth in Silence of the Lambs."

"Uh, yeah go ahead." Sam moved the container closer to his brother.

"No you go ahead." He pushed it back with a smirk. "Put the lotion in the basket."

"And I'm the wuss?"

"Jesus." Kayla snapped her glove into place and opened the girl's mouth. No moth, what a surprise. There was a hole though; she lightly touched over it and what appeared to be a fang dropped down from the opening.

"Damn." Dean leaned in to get a better look. "A retractable fang, you gotta be kidding me."

Vampires again, great.