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The town had one of those names borrowed from some exotic local, founded back when there were still likely men alive that remembered seeing a founding father when they were still young enough to sit on their pappy's knee. Rolling down the main drag, the only thing they had on their mind was a long hot shower and a meal that didn't come with someone asking if you wanted to pay a few cents more for a bladder buster.
"No vacancy, no vacancy, what the hell is wrong with this town." Dean growled as he threw his hands against the wheel in frustration.
"There's one." Sam said pointing off to a manor with it's neon sign still lit.
"Sam..." Dean asked, leveling a look on his brother looking in sheer disbelief.
"Yeah Dean?" Sam inquired with a look up from his laptop.
"That's a bed and breakfast..." Dean grumbled.
"And?" Sam asked, wondering what the problem was.
"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Dean muttered, a sharp turn taken at the last moment to pull the Impala on into the lot.
Walking up with an overnight bag and a sudden desire for a stiff drink, Dean rapped at the door and waited until it opened. A matronly woman stood there looking him over, a smile on her lips that left him squirming under her gaze.
"Did you have a reservation dear?" The lady kindly asked.
"Uh..no, no reservation. Everywhere else was booked up, my brother and I were hoping we could get a room." Dean asked, emphasis on his fraternal relationship to Sam.
"Ain't that sweet, sure thing darling. Come right on in, we still have a few left, getting a lot of business after all the motels booked up. Oh, I'm Agnes." Agnes said so pleasantly as she lead Dean in on to a small office littered with tea cozies and so much embroidery on the walls he couldn't see the paint.
"Uh, yeah...what's up with thaa...aaouch!" Dean asked sitting down only to leap back up with a yelp.
"Sorry dear, I was wondering where that got off to." Agnes said sounding pleased as Dean pulled a large sewing needle from his behind.
"Sure." Dean replied, struggling to keep smiling as handed it off.
"Oh...I'm sorry, we only have singles left. I could dig out an air mattress if you'd like." Agnes said sweetly.
"Oh, I'd be much obliged." Dean smiled honestly, ready to claim dibs on the real bed.
"Alrighty then, cash or credit?" Smiling, she held her hand out with some paperwork.
"Credit, here you go, thank you." Dean said quickly filling out the information and taking the key.
Walking out with a spring in his step and a grin on his face, Dean climbed back into the Impala. Looking back up from his laptop, Sam looked to him with a curious eyebrow moving north.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Oh nothing Sammy, lets go find a bite, I need a burger and a beer." Dean said with a grin and a shake of his head, pulling out of the lot and heading on out to the other end of town.
The bar and grill heralded itself as having the best steak in town, a life on the road had Dean going for the safer option of a burger and fries and a feeling of pity hearing some fella with tourist written all over him ordering the steak. With the waitress setting his beer down, he gave her a smile that was returned in short order. Taking a long, thirsty sip he looked around had to wonder what the hell was going on in the town again.
"There a softball league or something going on?" Dean asked of Sam.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked with a glance.
"Whole lotta chicks with Team shirts." Dean remarked.
"Oh no..." Sam said taking a closer look.
"What, wait...oh no..." Dean looked suddenly fearful as he had a closer look at the shirts in the dim light.
Team Dean and Team Sam littered the shirts, familiar books spotted poking out of bags. Massaging his temples and hiding his face, Dean scanned the crowd looking fearful. Sam had closed his laptop, his research on the case put aside to try and catch the attention of the waitress between pulling out some cash to get their order to go.
"You see her?" Sam asked as they started towards the Impala.
"No...wait..." Dean whispered, grabbing Sam by the arm to duck behind a bush.
Swearing together, any escape had been cut off with the gaggle of girls taking pictures of the Impala and being so very critical of it. Fans, possible stalkers, had descended on the very town they were in to work a case, and they had only just now realized it.
"I guess we're walking." Sam said with a glance for the quickest retreat.
"I just waxed her." Dean bemoaned looking at some girls running their hands over his baby.
Three impromptu photo ops with other cosplayers, some temporary hearing loss, and one too many pinched butts later Dean and Sam found each other staring into their beers. Breathing a sigh of relief having found a bar free of fans even if it only had two choices on tap, Bud and Bud Light, Sam got back to his laptop.
"Look at this." Sam said spinning the laptop around for Dean to see.
"You're kidding me..." Dean groaned.
"At least we don't have to worry about running into Becky." Sam said.
"Another convention? Whoa, I didn't know they took cat fights online..." Dean said after stumbling into the convention's website forum.
"It's called flaming...uh, never mind." Sam said.
"Okay, so we got a case and a town full of girls that think we're playing dress up, great..." Dean grumbled.
"Alright, back to business. We got what, three Jane Doe's?" Dean asked.
"One's been identified it seems, a local waitress." Sam related after having checked up the local paper's website.
"Alright, well...we'll hit the sheriff up tomorrow, morgue, and next of kin." Dean said before taking a sip of his beer.
"Find out if we got a big bad." Sam added.
"So..." Dean said.
"The Impala?" Sam asked reading his brother's mind.
Five minutes later after a trip back to the convention website, Sam found the opening they would need. Finishing their round and heading back across town, the Impala sat alone with hand prints on the windows and several notes under the wiper blades. Dean looked heartbroken, Sam just plucking the notes out to see so many compliments and even a phone number.
"So you're sure they're all at some...what was it?" Dean asked warily with a glance cast around.
"In character...uh...burlesque show." Sam said with a cough.
"And you're sure it's just dudes..." Dean asked.
"I'm sure." Sam replied with a straight face.
"Okay, lets get outta here." Dean said.
Finding his keys, Dean had them in hand ready to get the night over with when he heard the door to the bar and grill open, Sam across from him looking past him to just rest his head against the roof in defeat.
"What?" Dean asked with a look over his shoulder.
Standing there with a smartphone in hand raised to snap their photo, a girl stood in a yellow hoodie with overly large pink headphones over her ears and a syrupy red drink in hand. The flash blinded him for a moment, blinking the stars away to glare at her. He recognized her instantly, and while not as bad as Becky, she could be a pain in the ass when she wanted to be one.
"I thought I recognized that car!" The girl cried with a squeal, racing up to stop before them.
"What the hell is that?" Dean asked pointing to the drink.
"Raspberry Strawberry Smoothie, want a sip?" The girl asked as she offered it.
"Promise?" Dean asked leveling her with a look.
"Oh fine, maybe some moo cow, but like seriously you know I'm not nomming anything that talks." The girl said.
"Dammit Jubilee, vampires aren't supposed to be perky." Dean growled.
"Guess that makes me special huh? Did the whole seven stages, got off the juice, hit up the support group scene. I still talk to my sponsor, now I'm just taking some me time. See?" Jubilee said after lifting up her hoodie to show the T-shirt underneath.
As conflicted as he was just then, Dean had to throw a smug look over to Sam who just had been watching the whole thing in silence.
"Team Dean! I even got bobble heads, I was totally gonna hit up that show but I just had to know if it was really you guys." Jubilee said cheerfully.
"So you're here for the convention?" Sam asked from past the car.
"Yep, I got hooked on the books and then the fanfiction. Uh...you should read what they write about you two." Jubilee said after a sip of her smoothie.
"Thanks, I'll...pass." Sam said sounding awkward.
"So like, you guys working a case? Whatever it was, it wasn't me, promise. If you need a hand lemme know." Jubilee rambled.
"Uh, sure." Sam said with a pointed look to Dean.
"Alright, you go represent Team Dean. You see anything you call us alright?" Dean said staring down Jubilee.
"You blocked me." Jubilee pouted.
"Well call Bobby." Dean replied.
"Phone tag, gotcha. Okay...I'll let you guys get to it, I need me some Wincest, that Sam look alike was hot. I hope I didn't miss it. See ya!" Jubilee said before vanishing in a burst of vampiric speed.
Climbing into the Impala, Dean looked to Sam who just looked as disturbed as him by the whole situation. Bringing the car to life and listening to her purr, Dean looked back to Sam.
"So the guy who turned her is dead, right?" Dean asked.
"That's what I heard." Sam replied.
"God dammit, every time I see her I just want to take a chainsaw to that guy's neck." Dean grumbled.
Pulling out, Dean felt a smile tugging at his lips thinking of the treat Sam had waiting for him back at the Bed and Breakfast. If he had to stay at one, he was damn sure going to make sure he got the bed, even if he had to remind Sam who was the older brother, right down to a noogie.
Author's Note : Been meaning to have some fun with a crossover of this likes for a while, hope you all enjoy.
