Note: I own nothing but my OC and her sword

She stood there stark still, staring at her mothers' body. The gleam from the blood stained katana held loosely in her hand was dancing on the wall behind her. That was it then, she had just killed her last family member. The adrenaline wearing off, and a new feeling of despair was slowly creeping into her cold heart.

3 days earlier

The boys had caught wind of what sounded like shapeshifter behaviour just outside of Arlington, Virginia. They had been on the road for the past 2 days and seemed to be bringing out the worst in each other as each hour went by.

"Seriously?" Dean questioned in annoyance as Sam shoved his seat back and put his feet up on the dash. His brother rolled his eyes, sighed and took them down.

"We need to stop." Sam said, "I'm getting cramped in this hunk of metal."

"Hey! Watch it or I'll shove you in the back and your duffel bag gets shotgun" Dean threatened.

They were about 6 hours away just passing through Milton, West Virginia when Dean pulled the Impala into a country café. Sam sipped on a coffee and read the local newspaper while Dean inhaled a burger topped with a fried egg that was running through his fingers.

"Dean check this out." Sam said curiously, handing the paper over to his brother. Dean wiped his hands and stared at the headline.

4Th BODY FOUND THIS WEEK OFF JOHNS CREEK RD

Dean furrowed his brow with scepticism. "Sammie, we're in the country, probably just be a pissed off bear."

Sam rolled his eyes at his brothers' sheer lack of observational skills. "Read lower Dean."

Necks ripped open with little blood found left in bodies

Deans' mouth formed an "O" shape while he laughed and retorted with "Maybe she was dehydrated?"

A unanimous decision found them parked outside the local police station, dressed and ready for questioning. They waited patiently in the sheriffs' office as he poured himself a hot cup of coffee.

"Well the papers pretty much tell it as is. Bodies been showing up over the past week, pretty brutal neck wounds. Would've dismissed it as bear attacks but that's the kicker, the blood thing. We've hit a brick wall round' here so if there's anything you boys can catch…be my guest"

The sheriff seemed defeated. Dean felt a little bad for the guy, he knew that feeling, and knew it well. Maybe not in the same circumstances, but everyones world was made up of different things, his and Sams just happened to be monsters. The two stopped by the morgue to check the autopsy reports and take a quick look at the bodies. Sam hurriedly put on some gloves and delved into the neck wounds of one of the male victims with a pair of tweezers after something caught his eye. He pulled out the sharp tooth and gave a knowing look to his older brother.

"Vamps." They both said in unison.

"Man I hate those things! Leaving bodies everywhere, don't even clean up after themselves" Dean complained as they started to walk across the street towards the car. Just as he stepped out onto the street, a black 63' Corvette zoomed by nearly clipping him. He could hear "When the Levee Breaks" blasting out the window. "HEY douchebag! I'm walkin' here!" he yelled in vain as the car was halfway down the street by then. Asshole, Dean thought. Sweet car and sick tunes, but what an asshole.

10 minutes later they pulled into the parking lot of the American Inn as Deans eyes immediately went to the 63' Corvette. He pulled into a spot, jumped out of the Impala and furiously walked over to the other car. The driver had just turned the car off, opened the door and stepped out as Dean stopped in his tracks. A slender leg clad in dark blue jeans and high heeled black boots emerged from the door. As the women stood up Dean could see she was about 5'9 with the heels, dark straight auburn hair, a leather jacket covering her simple white vneck tee, topped off with a pair of aviators. Her hair flew about her face as she spun on her heels and slammed the door shut. Dean finally was snapped out of his trance and walked up to her with his finger pointing right in her face.

"Listen woman! You almost hit me doing 70 back there!"

She turned around nonchalantly giving Dean the up and down through her dark lenses. "Roads for cars buddy, open your eyes before you walk" she turned back around and started walking towards the office.

Dean was absolutely stunned as he heard Sam laughing behind him and gave him a pat on his shoulder.

"Yeah Dean, watch where you're going."

Dean watched as the woman walked out, and into room 17. He'll admit, he was a little turned on by her attitude, and taste in music, but still an asshole he thought. His mind wandered back to the newly acquired case as Sam walked out of the office waving the room key at him which was his cue to follow. As the sun set on the town, Sam and Dean decided to look for the nest tomorrow in the daylight. Sam grabbed the remote and started flipping through channels and Dean went out on a beer run. He came back, grabbed the ice bucket, and walked down the long row of rooms to get to the machine.

Great, he thought, look who it is. Clad in a more comfortable attire was the woman from earlier. He walked up behind her and gave a little cough to let her know he was there.

"Can I help you with something." She replied with disdain while looking over her shoulder. It was the first time Dean had seen her eyes. They were a light shade of gray, almost changing with the fluorescent lights above.

He lost his words for a second while he was trying to think of something clever to say to her.

"Just making sure a beautiful creature like you is doing alright out here by herself."

"I think I can handle some ice. Thanks though" she replied slowly, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Matches your heart apparently." Dean mumbled.

"Look buddy," she started, trying to jab at his superior ego, "if you have something to say to me say it, if not, get lost. I have enough shit to deal with." She felt her temper start to flare, which wasn't a rare occurrence but she usually didn't get bent out of shape with stuff like this.

"Woah woah, take it easy." Dean said. "I think we got off on the wrong foot." He paused not sure how to proceed. "I'm Dean, and your car is awesome." He said, hoping to get a smile out of her.

She stared at him, her eyes so intense they seemed to bore into him. He was a bit taken back by her guarded behaviour, he wasn't used to this from women. She finally let out a breath and apologized.

"Look I'm sorry about earlier, I've had a lot going on this week and haven't really been myself." She looked up and gave a little tilt of her head, "Although I usually am quite heartless…."

He gave out a low chuckle and held out his hand for her to take it. She looked down and grabbed it with a firm shake and returned the laugh with a hint of uneasiness "Nice to meet you Dean." followed by "You don't happen to know anything about vampires do you?"

Deans' breath caught in his throat, his hand still connected to hers. He relaxed slightly when her laugh continued and she shook her head. "My apologies again, joke, not funny." Dean laughed and let go of her hand still a little uneasy with the words that came out of her. "Well I better get going, early morning tomorrow." She waved and gave him a half-hearted smile while walking quickly back to her room. As she pushed open the stained motel door, Dean caught a glimpse of what appeared to be the long, thin blade of a sword peaking from under her bed.

He walked back to his room, confused and a little apprehensive of what exactly was sleeping 5 doors down from them.