Okay, so this is a little bit of an AU. I can't really place it in a timeline for any of the shows' seasons yet, but I'm sure you'll catch on to where it falls. It's not slash. I'm not going to begin this story with some long explanation about who's dead and who isn't, so just figure it out as you read more and more into it. Thank you.
Chapter 1: Arrival
"You know, when I said you could drive I never meant that I would listen to your version of music! I mean, what was that crap, it was horrible. My baby should not have been put through that crap for the whole drive over here." Dean says defensively as he and his brother get out of the car.
"Hey, your rule man, you're the one who said that driver picks the music, and passenger shuts his cake hole." Sam smiles amused. It never ceases to amaze him, how much Dean actually loves his car. It's borderline erratic, actually, who is he kidding it's an insane connection and it's only one-sided. The car is completely inanimate, but every time he tries to tell his brother that he gets something just short of a punch to the face.
"That's only when I'm driving." Dean amends.
Sam rolls his eyes, "Whatever, Dean. Now, can we please focus on the task at hand?"
"Fine, but you're never driving my baby again. She's got to be traumatized, listening to that crap."
"Whatever you say, Dean." Sam sighs.
"So, what did Bobby say about this town anyways?" Dean asks.
"Well, he says that this town is notorious for its deaths. I've looked into it, Dean, and he's certainly not wrong, there's been a string of deaths going back all the way to the 1860s." Sam explains. "Also, get this, all the bodies, every time they've died in this town have been drained of blood. They've always been reported as animal attacks, because of their bites to the neck."
"Okay, so this town as a serious vampire problem," Dean dismisses, "I hate vampires, but there are always more serious problems. I still don't get Bobby couldn't send Rufus or something."
"Dean, you know as well as I do, that Rufus is a fine hunter, but he's off his rocker like ninety percent of the time." Sam says.
"You know being back from the verge of death I was hoping to go on a good old fashioned hunt and shoot up something with rock salt and iron." Dean admits sheepishly.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, before we kill the vampire, you can shoot it up with rock salt and stick an iron poker into it." Sam offers amused.
"Ehh…let's just take care of this problem, quickly, and get out. Vampires aren't that hard to track down. They don't like sunlight, and they stay in covens or whatever. It can't be that hard to trace the killings to the murderer." Dean sighs as he starts walking into the sheriff's station.
"Okay, then." Sam says as he follows his brother into the station.
"Hey, watch it, Dude." Dean says he bumps shoulders with a black-haired man.
"Dude, really, dude?" He says as he stops to face Dean.
Dean narrows his eyes at the man.
"Come on, Damon, leave it." An older man says as he walks down the steps to pull Damon away, "Sorry, about that." The man says as he turns to Dean.
"Hey, don't apologize for me, Uncle Zach." Dean noticed the extra emphasis put on uncle, but he didn't think anything of it, just an upset nephew.
"Well, I just did." Zach says tightly as he walks down the steps.
Damon shakes his head, "Watch it, Dude." He spits out the name with disgust as he walks past Dean.
Dean looks over at his brother with wide eyes.
"Thank you John for the information, we'll take that into consideration." A woman in a sheriff's uniform says as she walks outside with a man dressed nicely in a collared shirt. He has an amused expression about his face.
"No problem, Sheriff. It looks like you have company." John says as he sees Dean and Sam standing just at the top of the steps waiting their turn to talk to the sheriff.
"Mayor Lockwood, I will be seeing you for the festival." The sheriff says as Mayor Lockwood leaves the building with his wife. "Good day, John, I will see you next week as well." She says and John narrows his eyes at her, before walking off.
"Well, hello, I'm Sheriff Elizabeth Forbes, how may I help you?" Liz says as she approaches the two men in suits.
"Hello, Sheriff, I'm Agent Harry, this is Agent Potter, we're with the FBI, and we've got some questions for you. Could we maybe talk in your office?" The younger one of the two says kindly to her.
She arches her eyebrow upon hearing their names, but she isn't going to question it. She nods, and escorts them into her office. She shuts the door, and indicates the seats in front of her desk for them to sit in as she sits behind her desk. "Well, Agents, what is this about?" She tilts her head, this is certainly interesting, two FBI agents.
"Well, we've noticed a consistent string of deaths around and in this town, and we were hoping to ask you some questions about it." Agent Potter states plainly.
"Well, okay, what are your questions?" She asks curiously.
"We've noticed that they've been consistent for a substantial amount of time, like a century and a half. We also noticed that these victims are drained of blood, and some are even killed methodically, yet they keep being pronounced as animal attacks?" Agent Potter asks roughly.
She narrows her eyes at them, Okay, they definitely know something. I'm just going to play it cool. She thinks to herself, "What is this? Are you insinuating something?"
Both the agents shake their head, and Agent Harry's face immediately turns soft, "We're sorry, Sheriff, but we're just curious is all. We're only here to help. The Bureau is only interested in the welfare of the people."
She nods, somewhat knowingly, "Okay, well, you can stick around, but I assure you, you won't find what you're looking for." She immediately laughs, "Wow! You guys must either be really overrun with too many workers, or you guys are just really bored down there at the Bureau."
"Well, we're just wondering if this is a case or something, that's all." Agent Potter tries to placate.
"Well, the medical examiner that announces the cause of death, publicly, is currently in the hospital checking out a body now. Her name's Dr. Meredith Fell, and I'll call her and tell her that you're interested, and want to take a look at the body." She says.
"All right." They seem somewhat surprised by her cooperation. She'll have to really dig up on these guys. Something just seems off. They definitely know something about this town, but they're both assuming the other one is dumb, and she's not about to break that monotony any time soon until she knows for sure.
"Well, please let me know if there's anything else I can do for you Agents." She has to refrain from addressing them by their names, because she doesn't think she can keep a straight face.
They shake hands and the two men nod, as they walk out of the office.
Sam and Dean get into the car and are almost speechless at how it went in the office, "Well, that certainly went better than expected?"
"Yeah, definitely." Sam agrees.
"Well, let's go to the hospital, have a look at the body and then go get food, and find a place to set up base." Dean says as he starts the engine and drives off toward the hospital.
"You know, it almost seemed like the sheriff may have known something." Sam mutters ponderingly.
"Yeah, I thought that, too." Dean agrees. "Did you catch the attitude on that guy that bumped into me as we were walking up the steps? It's as if he didn't care that we were FBI agents."
"Yeah, well, we aren't so we really couldn't do anything about it, but yeah I do see your point. He was certainly annoyed with you." Sam laughs, "Certainly didn't like to be called dude."
Dean shakes his head.
They park at the hospital and walk inside. They immediately come face to face with a young doctor, "Hello, you must be the two agents that the sheriff told me about." She says kindly.
"Yes, I'm Agent Potter, this is Agent Harry, we're just simply looking into the killings that have been consistently happening around this town." Dean explains.
"Oh, okay, well I'm Dr. Meredith Fell. It's nice to meet you. Here's the last three victims. The most recent is on the table." She says as they enter the morgue, "Feel free to explore the others as well." She turns and is about to exit the room, when Sam calls her back.
"Wait, Dr. Fell, what exactly did these victims die of?" He asks.
"Well, I haven't run a full autopsy on this one, but the others I can tell you are animal attacks like the others." She explains pensively.
"You wouldn't happen to know of a place to stay around here, would you?" Dean asks. "We've yet to see a hotel around here."
"Well, there's the Salvatore Boarding house just outside of town. They haven't been taking guests at this time, but I'm sure that two FBI agents like yourselves will be welcome to stay." Meredith answers.
"All right, thank you Dr. Fell." Sam says.
"Oh, please call me Meredith, I've never liked titles." She says dismissively.
"Okay, well in that case my name is Sam, and this is Dean." Sam replies.
"Well, nice to meet you two, just close the door on your way out, please. I've other patients to attend to." She says and she walks out of the morgue, only to turn back, "I'll inform Zach that you're coming, and I'm sure he'll get a room ready for you two." After she tells them the address they shake hands and she leaves the room.
"Well, it's certainly a bite mark." Sam says upon seeing the cleaned wound on the neck.
"It's definitely a vampire." Dean mutters.
"Okay, so we know now," Sam answers.
"I don't even want to look at the others. It's getting late, and I'm hungry. I saw a place that looked good. The Mystic Grille. It was just by the town square, and it looked like the town's local hang out. We should go there, and who knows we may pick up some local gossip."
"Yeah, yeah, you just want to eat." Sam smirks. He's amused.
"Well, that too." Dean smiles.
"Come on let's go." Sam says as they toss the gloves into the waste basket and walk out of the morgue.
They walk to their car and get in.
The Grille is positively hopping with customers when Sam and Dean arrive. They sit at a booth sort of in the corner and wait for a waiter or waitress to see them.
"Hello, my name's Caroline Forbes, I'm part of the founding ceremonies committee for Mystic Falls High, We're having a fund raiser next week. It's a town festival, and I've been assigned the Grille to well recruit guests to raise money. Here's a flier, It'd really do the town some good if you went." A blonde preppy girl says as she stands at their table.
Both brothers are taken aback at her bubbly behavior.
"Sure," Sam answers awkwardly. He frowns as he takes the flier from her.
"Okay," She says as she hands them each a flier and walks off.
"Hello, I'm Matt and I'll be your server, can I start you off with anything, while you look through the menu." Matt says as he hands the brothers their menus.
"Well, a tall glass of draft beer would be nice." Dean grins. "And I'll take a double cheese burger with curly fries." Dean says as he pushes the menu away.
"I'll have water with a salad." Sam orders.
"Okay, then. I'll be right out with your orders." Matt says after he finishes writing down the stuff on the ticket. He takes the menus and walks away.
Changing Perspectives
Ric looks over at Damon as he drains his glass. "Trouble in paradise?"
"You have no idea." Damon says as he slams the glass down with a thud.
"Well, that's what you get for dating one of my students." Ric says.
"Oh, come on Ric, we both know you don't give a crap." Damon says spitefully.
Ric shakes his head, "Depends."
Damon rests his head in his hands, "She's intent on wanting me to help her with the festival, and I keep trying to remind her I'm not in high school, she needs to go bug my baby brother with that stuff."
"Well, you are her boyfriend, Damon." Ric says as he takes another sip from his glass.
"Yeah, well. Still." Damon mutters. "Did you hear the latest?"
"What, you killed another person here?" Ric laughs humorlessly.
"No, but I might just have to soon." Damon says, looking Ric seriously in the face.
"Why, what's going on?" Ric asks a little more soberly.
"Liz just called me, claimed that two 'FBI Agents' came to her office, asking about all the killings going on here. She says that their names were absolutely ridiculous. She thinks they know something." Damon explains in a hushed whisper.
"Well, maybe you should lay low." Ric suggests.
"Not helping. Look, I haven't killed in…well, way too long, but that's not the point. The point is, is that this town is hopping with vengeful, recovering tomb vampires. We don't need two hunters, and I doubt they'll have nifty, 'bring me back to life rings if I'm killed by the supernatural', so I can't kill them and create a friendship afterwards." Damon mutters tightly.
"Awe, that's a shame, Damon, whatever shall you do?" He asks mockingly.
"Oh, shut-up." Damon says, taking a sip from his newly refilled glass.
Ric smirks and takes a sip from his glass.