Hello I'm DemonRunt and this is my first ever fanfiction. I hope its not too bad. I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters from said show. Sorry this chapter is so short but I'll have another one real soon, this is just a prolog.
Dean has met his Match?!
It had been two weeks since the Winchester boys had closed the gates to hell and things had been oddly quiet. This of course was making the older of the boys bored and short tempered while on the other hand the younger of the two was glad that their mother and his girlfriend had been avenged. Right now they where in town of Lovington, New Mexico where they had vanquished a vengeful spirit at one of the old gas wells. Now, they where just sitting around while Sam tried to find them something to hunt or Bobby called with a gig.
Dean walked out of the bathroom after his shower in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt in his hands. He looked over at Sam and sighed when he saw that his brother had his nose still in his computer. "So you find anything Sammy? I'm ready to leave this place." He asked as he flopped down on his bed. Sam made an affirmative and nodded. "I think so in Marathon, Texas there have been three humans drained of blood along with a hand full of goats, cows, and sheep." Sam explained before looking over at Dean who had a smile on his face.
Dean sat up and pulled on his shirt as he walked over to Sam's computer to take a look at the article. "You thinking vamps? I could so go for a blood sucker hunt!" He said excitedly as he ruffled Sam's hair. Sam scowled and ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't know Dean there a lot of legends about chupacabras in Mexico and Texas. Marathon is close to the border so maybe it's a 'goat sucker'?" He asked only to be met with Dean's laughter. "Dude dad and I responded to so many chupacabras claims that just turned out to be rabid dogs that even we don't believe in them. So lets go and I bet you fifty dollars it's a vampire." Dean challenged as he excitedly went across the room and started to pack.
It was only a four hour drive from their hotel in New Mexico to the only hotel in the town of Marathon. When they went into the hotel the older lady at the counter gave them a once over and a weird look as she passed them to keys to their room before shooing them out of her office muttering about her cake burning or something like that.
Dean laughed as he opened the door to the room that looked like the 1960's had thrown up on the walls. "Ah home sweet home! Now how shall we show up at the police station tomorrow, as FEDs or as reporters?" He asked as he started on the salt lines on the doors and windows. Sam sighed as he started to set up his computer. "Defiantly FEDs, I doubt this town would look fondly on more bad news getting out about their little town."
AN: Pleas review and tell me how you like it so far.