"Sammy, get down!" Sam heard his brother shouting from across the room. Without thinking he instantly threw himself on the old, half rotten, wooden floor before the ancient sword nearly decapitated him. He landed with a load thud and felt the wood chips pressing through his palms. There was no time to think before he rolled over and away from the angry ghost before it swung the sword against him a second time. It landed no more than a few inches away from his head and its sharp edges cracked the floor open even more.

"Sam!" Dean continued. "A little help over here!" Dean, who had been forced into a corner, was now receiving one punch after another from various flying objects. The spirits were literally throwing furniture on him. Sam looked around for the black book. It must be somewhere, he thought as he continued to avoid the flying sword. He had dropped the book somewhere on the floor when he and Dean had been thrown into one of the walls earlier. Apparently the restless souls didn't like unannounced visits.

Son of a… Something hard hit him with great force in his stomach and forced him down on the floor. His knees hit the cold floorboards almost immediately. He steadied himself by his hands to push himself up on two feet again. A quick glance around the room was enough. There it was. The book. It was lying beneath one of the two armchairs near the window. He moved as quickly as possible, away from flying baseball bat that had just knocked him down. He threw himself on the floor, grabbed the medallion from his inner pocket of the thin jacket and started to read the text from the marked piece of paper inside the book. He had done this a hundred times before and wasn't surprised when the Latin words started floating from his lips. He ignored the alarming screams as the ghost got even angrier and continued with the reading. The trick was to always maintain self-control. That could be the different between life and death. An enormous whirlwind was formed in the center of the room as he was about to finish the last sentences. And then it became quiet. It was finally over. For this time.

"Dean, you okey?" He asked when saw his brother lying in the corner and cough.

"Super", Dean said sarcastically. "That was some angry son of bitches!"

"Eighty years of built up anger." Sam stated as he stood up and brushed away the dust from his jacket. He put away the book and the medallion in his left pocket and went to help Dean find his balance back.

"Thanks" Dean mumbled as he accepted Sam's helping hand. He winced at the soreness in his whole body when he, with the help of Sam, pulled himself up in a standing position. "Damn, this is going to hurt tomorrow." He stated as he regarded himself in the old broken mirror on the wall behind him. Two black eyes and a cracked lip. What a sight he would be. "What was that anyway? I've never seen such powerful ghosts before." Dean continued.

"Me neither. No wonder people were acting so strangely and started killing each other around here. They could probably feel their presence all around town."

"What, like a possession?"

"No, not a possession in a typical term." He thought about it for a second. "Dean, I think their emotions were powerful enough to affect the people in town."

"So…whatever the ghosts were feeling, the people were feeling too?"

"Exactly. And the angrier the ghosts were…"

"…the crazier the people became." He sighed deeply. "Let's get out of here. This house still gives me the creeps."

It was nearly midnight when Dean and Sam exited the ramshackle mansion. It was a clear night and the stars were visible on the dark sky above their heads. Dean drew in a deep breath and started to walk, along with Sam, towards his one and only true love. His 1967 Chevrolet Impala were parked at a safely distant from the house. Just in case. He couldn't risk it, her, being wrecked once again. It was painfully enough the first time. He fingered for the keys in his pocket and was just about to open the door when a voice forced him to look up and turn around.

"Well, well, well… what do we have here?" Four men dressed in dark clothes showed up from behind the trees. "If it isn't the Winchester-boys", he continued with a hint of disgust in his deep voice. He made a high fifteen-feet long jump and landed dangerously closer to the two brothers. The other three men growled and followed his move. "Just great", Dean muttered to himself.

"You two got quite a reputation." He hissed between his two fangs.

"If you want our autographs all you have to do is ask." Dean told the four vampires as they were closing in on them. His words were directed towards the first vampire. This one was most likely to be the leader of this small group.

"Dean, is it?" He said keeping his gaze. "You shouldn't be too cocky, you know. It might just get you killed one day." He showed off an evil smile when his three companions let out a load chuckle. The leader vampire continued his walk around the car. "So this must be Sam. I heard you have a certain… gift." He said putting particular force in the last word. "You should join us Sam. A vampire with demon power could be quite useful."

"Go the hell", Sam hissed and wished he had a power that would work on vampires.

"What do you want", Dean asked forcefully from the other side of the car. The vampire let go of Sam's stare and simply smiled at him.

"Still don't get it huh. And here I thought the two of you would be the smart ones." He started walking around the car again. Like a predator circling his meal. "It's quite sad actually." Without hesitation he took a hold of Dean's collar and threw him across the yard in front of the house.

"Dean!" Sam shouted and started to run towards him. He didn't get very far before a second vampire stood in his way and threw him back towards the car.

The leader did another high jump and landed just in front of Dean. "Poor Dean", he started and tilted his head to the side. "To hell and back. That must have been rough for you."

"If you are going to kill us, just do it and get it over with", Dean was getting impatient. If there was something he really hated, it was when he felt like a stupid toy in a stupid game.

"There are rumors you know", The vampire continued while ignoring Dean's comment. "About your… accomplishments in hell. Maybe you are not as different from a demon as you thought you were."

Dean looked away. "Hit a nerve, did we?" The vampire was satisfied, now he had something to work with.

"Latoy!" The calling for his name made the leader turn around. His gaze was caught by a shining arrow traveling with high velocity through the air towards one of his companions. It hit him right in the heart. He vanished right before his eyes.

"This isn't over." He explained to Dean before he and the two remaining vampires disappeared as quickly as they had come. Sam took his chance and ran for his brother.

"What the hell was that?" Dean asked as he for the second time in the latest hour was helped to his feet by Sam.

"I don't know." Sam answered. "I think maybe we were saved."

"Saved? By what?" Dean continued and brushed away the dirt from his pants.

"You boy's know there is a nest just around the corner, right?" Another voice emerged from the darkness. Sam and Dean turned around, ready to strike with force if necessary. Next to their car was a young woman in her mid twenties. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a ponytail and she stood calm as a mountain on a sunny day, waiting for them to respond.

"What?" She said when no one broke the silence. "Not going to thank me?" She pretended to sound said but her face gave her away.

"Who are you?" Dean asked forcefully. He really didn't want to bump into another demon. Please don't be a demon.

"Isabelle." She answered in a sweet British accent and leaned against the car, careful not to scratch it. Her confidence was glowing.

"Isabelle?"

"Isabelle." She simply stated and kept her eyes on them. Sam and Dean shared a look. The female was waiting for them to make a move. At least she didn't look dangerous. But nowadays you really couldn't be too careful.

"Bow and arrow huh?" Dean stated when they reached the car and pointed to the weapons on her back.

"Silver arrows." She explained with a smile. "The best way to kill a vampire."

"Nice aim by the way. Right in the heart." Sam pointed out.

"As my dad used to say; Practice makes perfect."

"Oh, so you've been doing this for a while?" Dean asked. "Hunting vampires?"

She gave him a crocked smile. "Sure, I guess you could say that." She said and glanced at the car to her right. "Well, you should probably get out of here. The two of you look pretty banged up." Sam and Dean studied each other's battered faces. They looked like they had been in a fight with a ten people army and five very pissed off bulldogs. Dean was already dreading the pain he would feel when he opened his eyes in the morning. This was the disadvantage of being a hero in secret.

"Yeah, probably." Sam said. "I'm Sam by the way…" He reached out his hand in greeting. "…and this is…"

"Dean." She interrupted. "Yeah, I know who you are." She explained when she was met by two surprised pair of eyes. She took Dean's hand. She felt warm and soft against his skin. Definitely not the cold skin of a vampire, he thought and let her hand slip out of his grip. "As the vampire said, the two of you have quite a reputation around here." She continued and moved further away from the car. She sighed. "Well, I should probably get going."

"Need a ride?" Dean heard himself ask and received a look from Sam. They couldn't possibly leave this girl alone here in no man's land. Not after she'd saved both of their lives. "Into town I mean. We're going that way anyway."

She smiled. "Thanks, but that won't be necessary. I have my motorcycle parked behind that hill over there." She said and pointed somewhere in the dark. "And it would be highly impractical to leave it there considering the amount of time it would take for me to walk up here tomorrow just to get it." She said and continued backing away from them. "You guys drive safely and I'll see you around." She stated with a smile and left the brothers alone by the car before neither one of them had a chance to say anything more.

"What just happened?" Dean asked while watching the intriguing girl stride further and further away from them.

"I think we just met our first vampire slayer."