When you hear the name Dean Winchester, you think of the great hunter. When Carrie hears the name Dean Winchester, she thinks of the great was boyfriend. Carrie was only 26 when she met him, and Dean's little brother went after her.
"I'm Sam; this is my brother, Dean." He smiled at her with his flirty grin, one that Dean knew well.
"I'm Carrie. I own this hotel." She curled her lips, and stuck out her hand. Both of the boys shook it, and showed their badges to her. "You're here about the death." Her smile turned into a frown, and Dean could tell that this was a sore subject for her.
"Yes ma'am. She was a friend of yours?" He questioned.
"Yeah, she was my best friend." Her eyes fell to the floor. After a few seconds, she looked back up. "So, the room is this way." She coughed, and turned into the left hallway.
"Did Mrs. Montgomery have many enemies that would want to hurt her?" Dean asked. He wandered around the room, and picked up random things around the room.
"No. Not that I knew of. You see, Gabrielle was a great person. She was the sweetest girl you would ever meet. It was her first date in months. I mean, she was beautiful, but protective. She was so excited…"
"What do you think happened to her?" Sam bent is legs, and crouched down to the large blood stain on the yellow carpet.
"I was in my apartment when the guy dropped her off. She stayed in this room; I got her cheap rent, and I thought he would stay over, and then he passed my room. I fell asleep, and I woke up to her scream." A single tear slid down her face. Dean pulled a tissue out of his jacket, and handed it to her.
"Next thing you know, she has two puncture wounds in her neck. I'm sorry for your loss." He sighed. Carrie took the tissue, balled it up, and wiped her cheeks.
"Thanks." She looked down as she did before, and Dean and Sam noticed how pretty she was. She had bold grey eyes, and blonde hair, that was tied back. Two curly strands hung by her face. Her teeth were aligned perfectly, and Sam caught himself wondering if she had braces. When they were done examining the hotel room, Carrie invited them to her room for a cup of coffee.
"Sam, I have to go, can you finish up here?" Dean asked taking his last sip of coffee.
"Yeah. I'm good." He didn't look away from Carrie. She stood up and got him another cup.
Carrie and Sam talked for hours. At first Sam was just asking her the routine questions, the ones they always asked. But then, he started asking more personal questions. Carrie answered them, but was protective with her answers.
"Do you want another cup?" She asked. He had noticed that Carrie rarely smiled, but when she did, she radiated like the sun. Her voice was soft and gentle.
"No… I shouldn't. Thanks a lot for answering my questions, but I have to go." They both stood up. Sam shook her hand, and they headed toward the door. Sam gave her his business card with their current cell phone number on it.
Sam left the hotel, and met Dean on the corner. "Vampire," Dean said as Sam approached.
"Yeah, I'll bet." Sam ducked into Dean's 1967 Chevy Impala, the one that Dean treasured.
"What else did you get out of her?" Dean asked, putting the car in drive and pulling out of the parking lot in the direction of the dive down the street.
"Well, the attack happened late at night, and the attacker was out of the room before Carrie could run in."
"Carrie, huh? You two are on a first name basis?" Dean taunted.
"Well, we've been talking for a few hours." Sam shrugged. Dean laughed to himself, but continued to drive. They ate a fast dinner at the dive, and then drove around, looking for somewhere to stay for the night.
"Dude, there's nowhere." Dean sighed, after looking for 20 minutes.
"What about Carrie's place?" Sam asked, trying to be oblivious, but Dean saw right through it.
"Okay, sure." Sam tried to hide the smile on his face. Dean liked when his little brother had flings. Even though he got way more attached than he should, at least Sam tried. Dean made an illegal U-turn, and pulled into the small parking lot of Carrie's hotel.
"Hey boys, back so soon?" She smiled, and Dean could see the way her eyes glistened when she smiled.
"Well, you just so happen to own the only cheap hotel in town." Dean shrugged.
"Two queens, coming right up; do you want one on the first or second floor?"
"First is cool." He took the key from her pale hands. She looked at Sam.
"The room is right across from mine, the one next to the crime scene, if you're not too freaked out."
"Of course not." He smiled back. He turned down the hall and Dean turned the key in the lock. "Goodnight." Carrie opened her door at the same time as Dean, and they parted.
Carrie locked her door behind her, and skipped into the bathroom. She took a long shower to relieve the stress of the day, and wrapped a towel around her. She hummed a song that she heard while she was talking with Sam. She was about to turn the corner into her room, but forgot her phone that was lying on the kitchen counter, and hopped there.
She picked up the phone, and turned around. She gasped, and dropped the phone in her hand. Standing there was a tall man with a beard and dark eyes. "Get out or I'm calling the cops." She threatened. She didn't recognize him as one of the tenants of the hotels.
"There will be no need for that." The man said. Carrie raised her eyebrows.
"Oh? And why is that?" She asked the man.
"Because you'll be dead before you can reach that phone." He nodded to the cell phone on the ground. He lunged to her, and she screamed. She turned around, and started to run, afraid that this was Gabrielle's killer. The man caught her five seconds after she started to run; she wasn't fast enough. He spun her around, and looked her in the eyes. She was crying now, and screaming. She heard pounding on the door as she screamed for help. The man was on top of her, easily resisting her kicking and punching. He grabbed her head, and pulled her neck back. "What kind of murder is this?" She thought to herself. She was just crying now, knowing that she would be dead in 10 minutes. The man sunk his face into her neck, and bit her.