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I don't own Supernatural.

A/N: This takes place in Dead Mans Blood from the first season.

Dean's Pov

"No security. Good." I started walking over to the funeral home when I heard them.

"Can you imagine it Ed? Real live vampires?" Came the eager little voice walking out of the coffee across the street.

"Let's not get ahead of our selves Harry. Do we still have the wooden stakes?" This voice was more serious.

"Uh, yeah. Yup. We've got them back in the trailer."

"Good. Today we make Buffy proud." Ed and Harry. 'Aw crap.'

'They're hunting the vampires. Stakes? Heh! They're gonna get them get them selves killed.' I walked around the corner to the costume shop.

I looked around the store until I found what I was looking for. I grabbed two sets of vampire teeth and went to the checkout line.

"Got a thing for vampires, do ya'?" The guy asked, while ringing up my items.

"Yeeaahh. I love the whole soulless, undead thing they got going on." He handed me my bag, while looking at me funny, and I left .

I stopped outside the door to watch Ed and Harry being escorted out of the funeral home. Now was my chance.

I walked past them making sure to keep my head down so they wouldn't recognize me. I spotted a guy and girl walking out of an electronics store empty handed. 'Yahtzee.' I walk over to them and take out my wallet and the fangs.

"Hey, I'll give you two twenty bucks each if you" *Holds up fangs.* "Wear these and ask those two guys over there where the nearest blood bank is." I said keeping a strait face.

"'Kay, sure man. Deal." They took the money and the fangs and walked over to Ed and Harry.

They exchanged a few words and then were pointed in the right direction. They started to walk away leaving a very confused Ed and Harry. They exchanged a glance and then Ed reached into his jacket and pulled out a stake.

"Vampire!" He yelled and ran at the couple who freaked and barely got out of his way in time.

He tried to strike again, but police showed up and slammed him against a wall, forcing him to drop the stake.

Now I decided to walk over there and have some fun.

"Whats seems to be the problem officer?" I say scoping out the situation, while flashing an ID.

"These psychos just attacked this poor couple screaming that they were vampires." The guy said in a low voice; not to be overheard.

"Wow. Mind if I talk to them?" They were being escorted into the back of a police car now.

"No, go right ahead." I walk over to the car and squat down next to them.

"Well, you guys are some sick puppies. You see, vampires don't exist."

"You!" They said in unison.

"What? Do you know me from somewhere?" I'm still keeping a straight face so I don't blow it.

"Richardson, Texas? The ghost? You guys being Douches?"

"Hey! Watch the language." Ironic right. "Well I should go now. You two should get some help as soon as you can. Oh. And who was this guy I supposedly was with?"

"Don't know, don't care." Ed said looking pissed.

"Oh and, what ever happened to Hell hounds lair? Sam loved that site!" The car drove off, with their jaws dropped, glaring.

"Heh, heh!"

I snuck into the funeral home and cut the guys wrist, watching as the blood slowly poured into the jar. Once it was half way full. I turned the wrist to hide the cut, and left, twisting the cap shut.

I got in the Impala and drove back to the house Sam and Dad were at. Excuses for my lateness, running through my head.

A/N: My first supernatural fanfic. I was trying to go for humor, while staying in character. I don't think I did too well. Do I write Dean well? I hope so! Please read and review!