'Hey Sam, check this out.' Dean called happily to his brother from Bobby's living room.
'What is it?' Sam yelled back from the kitchen. He was trying to put a dent in some of the dishes they had used over the past few days.
'You ever see this show, it's about nine girls who live in a fancy house together. They run around drunk and half naked all day.' Dean laughed. 'I'm telling you, it may be the best thing I've ever seen.' Dean smiled. He put his feet up on the coffee table and took a big swig of beer. He stuck his hand in a jar of peanuts.
'I'm sorry to say, I haven't had the pleasure of watching that particular show.' Sam called back to him. He smiled to himself happy to hear Dean enjoying himself even if it was while watching trash TV.
'Well, come on in here. You're missing it.' Dean replied.
'I'll catch the next one.' Sam shook his head. Sam and Dean had been at Bobby's house for about 6 days. It had been the break they both needed. After all they went through in the past few months they knew if they didn't take some time off they'd suffer for it. Bobby was happy to have them staying at his house. Since his wife died almost ten years ago Bobby lived alone. His house was right in the middle of a huge scrap yard he owned. Corpses of old cars littered every square foot of yard for miles in every direction.
'Hey Bobby!' Dean called to the den where Bobby was sitting at his desk. 'You got to get in here. You don't want to miss this.'
'I think I'll pass Dean.' Bobby yelled back to him. He smirked to himself as he nursed a glass of scotch.
'You guys are no fun.' Dean shook his head. He took a sip of his beer bottle and leaned in closer to the television set. 'Whoa!' He yelled. 'I didn't think they could show that on TV!' He continued laughing. 'You know, cable has come along way since the last time I saw it.'
'Hey boys.' Bobby yelled out. 'I've got something here for you.' He pulled up a few news stories on his computer for the boys to see.
'Oh yeah?' Sam yelled from the kitchen. The idea that they had a potential case was comforting for him to hear. Not that he hadn't enjoyed his time at Bobby's, but he was interested. He began heading to the den. 'What is it?'
'Well, It looks like a case to me.' Bobby replied.
'A case?' Deans ears perked up. He got up from the TV and walked with Sam into the den. Bobby turned the computer monitor around so they could see what he was looking at. 'So, what is it Bobby?' Dean asked with excitement.
'Don't get too excited Dean.' Bobby snickered at Dean's enthusiasm. 'It looks like we've got some Vampire activity up in Portland.'
'Oregon?' Sam's curiosity peaked. 'I haven't been to Oregon in a long time.'
'It should be a relatively easy case.' Bobby informed them.' Just a few deaths reported so far. I'm thinking we've probably only got two, or three Vampires tops. I don't' think there is a big nest or anything.'
'Only two or three? They must be new Vampires then.' Dean thought out loud. 'You know what that makes them right? Easy targets.' Dean smiled widely. 'We've got this one. No problem.' He looked over at Sam's face. He looked optimistic as well. Dean was excited to get back on the road with his brother. He thought it would be a good for them. An easy kill to get them back in the swing of things.
'Alright, good.' Bobby continued. 'Cause you know if we don't get to them now, they can multiply fast. Don't be too cocky just cause they're new Vampires either Dean. They adapt pretty quickly. A new Vampire now, can become a cold blooded death machine in a matter of days.'
'Right.' Dean brushed off Bobby's warning. 'Well, sounds like we have a plan, we'll drive up there and gank those sons of bitches before they know what hit them.' Dean was excited.
'Let's not get ahead of ourselves Dean.' Sam reminded his brother. 'We've got to be careful they're still Vampires.'
'Yeah, yeah I know.'
'This will be a good one for the two of you.' Bobby told them. 'Go take care of those Vampires and be back here for Christmas.'
'Christmas?' Dean shook his head with surprise. He looked over at the calendar on the wall. He had completely forgot it was December. He thought about it for a minute, how had he let time pass by so quickly. 'I forgot all about Christmas.' He looked over at Sam who also looked bewildered. 'So, does this mean were invited for Christmas at the Singer house?' He asked Bobby.
'You idjits are invited every year.' Bobby shook his head. 'The problem is you never come. This year I expect to see you here by Christmas eve. I've got presents for the both of you.' He said in a hushed tone. Bobby wasn't the kind to usually show his emotions. He knew that Sam and Dean hadn't had the best year and he thought it would be nice to spend the holidays with them.
'Aww Bobby that's so sweet.' Dean gushed, a wide smile spreading on his face.
'Yeah Bobby.' Sam joined his brother. 'Very sweet.'
'Alright alright. Keep acting like that and I'll take them back.' Bobby shook his head at them. As much as he pretended to be a crotchety old man Bobby was wonderful to the Winchester boys. After Sam and Dean's father died, Bobby really made it his job to look out for them. He never had children of his own and liked looking after the boys.
'Sorry Bobby.' Sam smirked. 'We'll be here. I promise.'
'Well good. Why don't you boys get one last good nights rest and head out in the morning.'
'Sounds good to me.' Dean nodded his head. 'Portland here we come.'
The boys left for Portland the next morning. It took them about 23 hours in total to get from Bobby's house in South Dakota to Portland. They went to bed after driving all day, planning to hit the local morgue the next morning. They had to make sure the victims were in fact killed by Vampires. That meant inspecting their corpses for bites and blood drainage. After that they would go inspect the city for places that Vampires liked to hunt. Dark bars, alleys, wooded areas. Sam woke up before Dean sometime around 7:30 am. He shook his brother awake and they both put on their best suits and headed to the car. There was a chill in the air and the sky was spitting freezing rain from the clouds. Sam looked all around him, he like Portland. He took a deep breath inhaling the cold air into his lungs. It was clean and refreshing. He thought about what life would be like living in the woods somewhere, a log cabin away from everything. He noticed Dean had stopped moving out of the corner of his eye. He watched his brother, but Dean wasn't taking in the nature like Sam, he was staring at a vending machine. Dean took a few steps towards the vending machine that was right outside the front office. He stared at the selections in the machine. His eyes lit up as he looked at all the junk food inside. He could hear it calling his name.
'Double stuffed chocolate covered Oreos.' Dean moaned. He took a few steps closer to the machine until he was standing right in front of it. The faint light inside of the machine seemed to hypnotize Dean.
'Are you serious?' Sam sighed watching his brother. 'Dean, you just raided the Continental breakfast.'
'Sam, I can't turn down double stuffed chocolate covered Oreos.' He watched as Sam rolled his eyes at him. 'Do you have a dollar?'
'What, no.' Sam shook his head.
'Come on. I know you do.' Dean raised his eyebrows.
'Maybe, but so do you.'
'I've only got a twenty. Be a pal. Please Sammy.' He stared at his brother with big hopeful eyes.
'God, you're like a four year old.' Sam fished in his pocket for a minute until he produced the dollar bill. He held it up for Dean to see. 'Here you go.' Sam walked towards Dean. He stopped in his tracks hearing a loud bang coming from the front office. Dean turned around to look at Sam. The noise level began rising steadily and they could hear a conversation elevating into an argument. Sam strained to make out the words. 'Listen Dean.' Sam instructed him. Dean bent down to get a better listen. He put his ear up to the door.
'Should we do something?' Dean asked Sam.
'I don't know. Just listen for now.' Both boys stood very still listening to an altercation between the front desk clerk and a woman.
'This is totally unacceptable.' Her voice boomed at the man. 'Why did I bother specifically reserving a room if you were just going to rent it out to someone else?' She asked him.
'Ma'am Please.' The man responded apathetically. 'You can have any other room.'
'I don't want any other room. What kind of a place is this?' She demanded answers.
'Don't yell at me okay?'
'And why shouldn't I? Listen, I spoke to you on the phone two days ago. You said I could have that specific room. You said it wouldn't be a problem. Now I get here and it's been rented. Is this some kind of joke?'
'Look, I just forgot alright?'
'It's not alright. This place is practically empty. You could have rented out any number of the other rooms but you chose the one I specifically reserved. It seems a little suspicious.'
'Why is it suspicious?'
'I don't know. Is there a reason you can't use the other rooms. Is that why they weren't rented out instead. Maybe there something strange going on here that I should know about. Something illegal? Maybe the police should come down and investigate.' She dug into the man.
'No no.' The man's voice became louder again. 'There's nothing like that going on. I just forgot. Give me a break!'
'Damn.' Dean remarked to his brother. 'This girl is a pit-bull.' Sam shrugged his shoulders in response and continued to listen.
'Okay.' She paused taking a deep breath. 'The customers who you rented my room to, did they ask for that room specifically as well?' Her line of questioning was all business. She had an accusing tone in her voice.
'No.' He replied exasperated. 'I just messed up okay? Look I don't understand what you want that room for anyway. It's the worst room we have.' Sam and Dean continued listening closely.
'That is not the point.' She barked back at him.
'This is better than TV.' Dean snickered still listening intently outside the door.
'Shut the hell up.' Sam hushed his brother. 'You want her to hear you?'
'Hey, I wonder what sucker got the shitty room she's talking about.' Dean smiled. Sam shook his head betting it was their room.
'Alright Ma'am.' The clerk tried his luck talking the girl down. 'I won't charge you for a room until they leave. I can set you up in room 240, it's got extra towels.' His voice sounded hopeful.
'I don't need extra towels. I need room 237, the room I reserved.' She shot back quickly with assertion.
'Shit.' Dean looked down at the key in his pocket. 'Room 237 that's our room.'
