A/N: Since I started this a reaaallly long time ago, the English quite frankly, sucked ass. So I've edited it all now, phew. I also took the opportunity to change the title from Hunt Me if You Can to Rosalie's Baby. I thought it was a bit random with the previous name (and it was, when I started it I didn't know what to call it so I took a kinda random name). I guess it's quite easy to see when I quit writing the last time (had a MAJOR writer's block) and when I started again, I didn't edit it all away, I want to keep what I've done. My plan is to finish this and during this time I will not write any other fanfics. So the others will have to wait. I hope you like it! And please R&R! Btw, I'm not sure if the genres are well-suited for this story? What do you think? I'd be happy to take some ideas!

Rosalie's Baby

Sam & Dean

Dean and Sam are having something to eat in the only coffee shop of a small town. At the same time looking for something viscously nasty and first of all, supernatural to kill. A lot of hikers has already gotten killed and Sam is now reading a newspaper about it while Dean feasts on a chocolate muffin, which falls down in crumbles on his lap.

"So, these hikers have been slaughtered up real bad. Looks like some kind of animal."

"Vampires," Dean assumes with his mouth full of muffin.

"Yeah, that's what I think too," Sam says seriously.

The next second two inhumanly gorgeous persons steps into the coffee shop. It is a lovely blond young woman and a huge muscular man. They seem to be searching the room for someone or something. Dean meets the woman's gaze and smiles and nods at her. She returns his gaze with a look full of spite.

"Huh," Dean says and gives Sam a meaningful look. "Feisty."

Sam turns around to see what Dean is talking about and rolls his eyes at him.

"What?" Dean exclaims and then stares at the lady's body again and mumbles, "Meow, pussycat..."

"Dean! Focus! We have to save the world here!"

"Yeah, yeah..." he agrees and fiddles with his jacket, and then mumbles "such a pain in the ass..."

Sam stares at him, but Dean is looking at the hot chick, almost drooling. Sam waves in front of his brother's face, who doesn't react. Then he turns around himself to look at the hot chick. She's very pale and there's some mystical glow around her skin.

"Hey Dean... I think we've found the vampires..." Sam mumbles.

"Really...?" Dean says, totally surprised. "Hm," he then breathes when he realizes that Sam is right. "Well, I'm the oldest, so I saw it first. Let's go slaughter them!"

The assumed vampires turns around, and with fast footsteps they are suddenly by their table.

"Hunters?" the woman asks bluntly.

"You're good," Dean answers, "yes, we are."

She snarls.

"We are not the vampires you seek. We have come to hunt them as well..."

"...Or at least talk some sense into them," the man fills in. He almost sings or laughs when he talks, a rumbling and very positive even with his dark murky voice.

"Hm..." Dean says again, nodding and lifting his eyebrows.

"Why are you doing that? Who are you?" Sam asks the vampires.

"I'm Emmett and this is my wife Rosalie," the man answers.

"I'm Dean, that's my little brother Sam," Dean says with a sigh. "Are we done with the small talk yet, or can we get down to what we actually are supposed to do with you?"

Rosalie snarls and Emmett strokes her soothingly on her back.

"As Rose said... We are not the ones you are looking for," he comments patiently.

"But you are vampires. That means, we should kill you," Dean says not so diplomatically.

"Or maybe we should kill you, nosy humans!" Rosalie hisses and Dean gets her cold breath in his face, which smells delicious.

"Just let us handle this," Emmett rumbles and puts his arms around Rosalie and pulls her away from the table a bit, probably to prevent her from doing anything stupid.

"Okay," Sam says warily. "But we will keep our eyes on you."

"Fine!" Rosalie snarls again.

"See you later," Emmett says and takes a tight grip of the backside of her neck and seems to drag her out of the coffee shop. She goes with it without any protests and gives Sam and Dean a last spiteful glare before she disappears out of sight.

When the vampires are gone Dean takes a finishing, big bite of his chocolate muffin.

"Let them deal with their own kind, we can stand by, watch the fight... And the ones left – well – let's kill those sons of bitches," Dean says, very manly, and takes out a huge knife out of his bag and looks at it with an admiring spark in his eye. "Make some magic, baby," he says to it.