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Chapter 1- All Roads lead to Cleveland

Cleveland, Ohio. To the average person it was just a city. The name held no more meaning than Milwaukee, Chicago, or Los Angeles. To the average Joe, these were just cities. But Dean Winchester was far from being an average Joe.

Sighing, Dean shifted in his seat as he watched the back door of the night club that his brother had disappeared into. Sam had been gone for twenty minutes. He was supposed to be scoping it out for their latest target. Dean glanced down briefly at his watch. Another ten minutes and he was going after Sam. He scanned the file on the passenger seat, recalling the details of their latest hunt.

It was an odd case that was for sure. At least 50 people dead in the last 3 months in Cleveland and the surrounding areas, all deaths showing signs of supernatural nature, yet no red flags went up with anyone. People can be so dumb, Dean thought as he scanned through the autopsy photos he and Sam had scammed out of the coroner earlier. The killer clearly had no gender preference, and the ages of the victims were all over the board. Dean cringed as he passed over the photo of the youngest victim, three year old Nicole Manson. Her body had been found at the park with her throat slashed open and her body drained of blood. Next was Carl Effern. He was a doctor in perfect shape that died of a heart attack watching television in his home. A large needle mark had been found behind his ear. There were scores of photos in the file. Some victims had similar fates as those of Nicole and Carl, others were different cases. Whatever was hunting these people, Dean had never seen anything like it. He glanced at his watch again. It had been 12 minutes. Dean flipped the file closed and checked to make sure his gun was loaded. The silver bullets seemed to smile at him as he slid the magazine back into the gun and got out of the car.

Sam Winchester was in over his head. He scanned around and quickly estimated his odds of winning in a fight. 15 to 1,not good. Somehow, Sam found himself in what was the prime hunting grounds for a large nest of vampires, all of them male, and all of them with potential victims. Just as he was weighing his options, he saw Dean walk in the front door. Sam raised his hand in a wave as Dean walked over to him and ordered a drink.

"So what've we got?" Dean asked as his drink was delivered. He took a long swig.

"15 vamps, all of them hunting." Dean chocked on his beer and looked at Sam.

"Where?" Dean turned away from the bar to get a better look at the crowd dancing behind him. Sam nodded to a corner.

"The four guys dancing with the red heads over there, three with the brunette by the stage, three with the blonde haired girl at the end of the bar, and five on the wild one." At Sam's last words Dean looked at the middle of the dance floor. Sure enough, there were five vamps around an athletic brunette. Immediately, Dean knew why Sam called her the 'wild one.' This girl had moves that he'd never seen before.

Sam smirked at the look on his brother's face. "When you pick your jaw up off the floor we should probably come up with a plan." Sam paused as he watched the groups start to head toward the back alley entrance. "Or, we could grab our weapons, head them off in the alley, and hope we don't die."

"Always good to have a plan," Dean said as he reached to chug the last of his beer. Sam threw $20 on the bar as he and Dean made for the front doors.

By the time Sam caught up with Dean he had the trunk open and was pulling out various objects that could be helpful. He caught the ax Dean tossed him and tucked a couple stakes in his pocket. Dean slipped a large blade into his belt and grabbed a bottle of holy water before closing the trunk.

The two slunk to the entrance of the alley and saw that it was surrounded on three sides by brick walls. Sam looked knowingly at Dean. If they got themselves trapped, there was no way they were getting out alive. They crouched behind a dumpster as the club's alley door opened and the group of twenty poured out into the dark.

"So, are you guys , like, really all in a band? Because there's a lot of you." The smaller of the two red heads smiled drunkly and stumbled into the vamp on her right. He smirked and righted her again.

"Yea, well, see, we take turns. And some of us just haul equipment. That's why we're so buff." The vamp flexed his muscles. Dean rolled his eyes at Sam as the aptly named Wild One snaked her arm around his waist and grabbed his arm.

"And here I thought that was just part of the 'undead' package." She swooned. The vampire's smile faltered as he looked back at her.

The blonde giggled. "Really," she said as she back flipped behind the group and staked one of the 15 through the back into the heart, "how dumb do you think we are?"

At her last words, chaos ensued. Sam and Dean both watched in awe as these seemingly innocent and weak women executed perfect roundhouse kicks and sent their opponents flying with incredible force. Before either of the hunters could even think to move, the five women had taken out another four vamps. The odds were now two to one, still not in the girls' favor.

Two of the larger vampires grabbed the Wild One from behind and tossed her onto the dumpster the boys were hiding behind. She landed with a loud bang, but wasted no time trying to get back up. She rolled off the dumpster to the opposite side- right into Dean's lap. She was startled for a moment, looking back and forth between Dean and Sam. Determining that they were not a threat, she wasted no time leaping up and shoving the dumpster back at the vamps, successfully pinning them to the wall. As Sam and Dean stood she spun around and snatched Dean's knife from his belt before leaping on top the dumpster again and decapitating both of her victims with a single, fluid motion. She tucked the knife back into her belt before jumping into the fray.

Dean was amazed at the display of skill he was seeing. Sam nudged him out of his awe as they both ran at the vamps. The two pulled a vamp off the smaller redhead and she plunged a stake into its heart. "Thanks!" She yelled as she ran through the dusted vamp to help the blonde, who was fighting three at once. Back to back, the small redhead took out another vamp as the blonde successfully staked two in a row. Seeing that they were in trouble, the remaining four vampires made for the alley entrance.

"Willow, close the alley!" The blonde called as she threw her stake at one of the fleeing vamps. Dean's jaw dropped as it turned to dust. What happened next made Sam's eyes go wide with shock. The alley entrance was suddenly blocked by a brick wall. The leader for the remaining three ran into it and made for an easy kill by the brunette. The Wild One and the blonde quickly finished off the last two. Before anyone could say anything, Sam grabbed the gun out of Dean's jacket and turned it on the redhead. The Wild One flipped behind Dean and held the knife she had taken from him to his throat. The other three stood surrounding Sam, ready to fight.

"Woah, woah, woah! Time out! Sammy, what the hell are you doing?" Dean yelled at his brother. He did not want to be killed, especially not with his own knife. Sam yelled back over his shoulder. "She's a witch, Dean!"

"What's your point?" The blonde asked. She looked like she was ready to rip Sammy's throat out. Sammy looked around at the angry women. Maybe they were all witches. That would explain why they were so good at fighting vampires. And if they were fighting vampires maybe they were okay.

"Alright, scenario," the blonde said, a little more calmly this time. You drop the gun, we take the knife off your buddy, and then we figure out what's goin on." Sam hesitated and looked over at Dean. The Wild One tightened her grip on him.

"You're not getting out of here until Red opens the alley anyway." The Wild One added. Sam nodded and slowly placed the gun on the ground and kicked it away from him. Dean felt the pressure of the knife lessen and remove itself from his neck. He massaged his neck as the Wild One stepped away from him and joined the blonde by the redhead's side.

"So who are you?" The smaller redhead asked. Dean walked to stand beside Sam.

"I'm Dean Winchester, and this is my brother Sam. Who are you?"

"Buffy." The blonde held out her hand, and Sam took it hesitantly.

"Faith." The Wild One repeated the gesture. Dean shook her hand more confidently than Sam. He didn't realize his mistake until he saw her fist flying at his face. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was Sammy crumpling up next to him.